Gonin Saga Page #3

- I know.

Five men pulled off the heist,

and Okoshi's failure to take action

frustrated Shikine.

- The old boss. - He hired ace hitmen

Kyoya and Shibata,

and they took them out.

Starting with Jimmy.

Then ex-salaryman Ogiwara.

Kyoya soon attacked Hizu.

His estranged wife and daughter...

were slaughtered, but Hizu...

His daughter was only

four years old.

Four years old?

My husband couldn't have...

Below a highway bus waiting room

in Shinjuku,

Bandai was killed,

but not Mitsuya.

A week later, Hizu and Mitsuya

conspired to ambush Okoshi,

and attacked him.

That's it.

Who killed my man? Who?

The bullets in your husband's body...

were from a gun dropped on the street.

The prints were Hizu's.

It was Hizu. Hizu...

The gun on Okoshi had

your husband's prints on it.

It seems he took it from your

dead husband's hand,

and used it in a shootout

on the street.

You're sure?

You're sure of that?

I knew it! He did die

protecting his boss!

- A patrol car... - Enough!

It's champagne time.

That's my husband for you!

Apparently, Bandai had a girlfriend,

and a child, too.

A fleeing Mitsuya stole

Banda's remains from her,

and headed for Bandai's hometown.

Kyoya followed him there,

and they both died in a shootout.

Two cops investigating

the raid on Okoshi Promotions...

were killed on duty.

One of them...

was my father.

One of Kyoya's bullets

was found in his body.

I found that much out.

But I can't prove Kyoya did it.

Mr. Hizu, do you know?

The two of them...

Move!

Mr. Morisawa?

It's time.

Sure. I'm sorry.

It's such a shame.

The doctor says it's pointless.

His memory's frozen

at the moment he was shot,

and he was in a coma for 19 years.

He has zero new memories.

The brain's a mystery.

Zero?

Oh, by the way.

I don't know how,

but somehow he wrote this.

It's a meal napkin.

He must have used soy sauce.

"Revenge"?

Hizu... They called him 'Fish Head'.

Your dad did protect his boss.

Why all this now?

There's this reporter, Tomita.

He's researching the raid.

He knows his stuff.

Did you know that two cops

turned up and got killed, too?

- Cops?

- Yeah.

Morisawa and Kumagi.

Never heard of them, right?

What mag's he with?

He's freelance.

Why not publish that?

We've got to avenge your father.

So this Hizu guy killed Dad?

He got killed too.

Why blame Seiji and his dad?

Are you serious?

The Goseikai disrespected your father.

He was a gangster, but kind.

To you too, Hayato.

Slandering and expelling him

was unforgivable.

You're drunk.

Alright.

There's only one thing to do.

I've decided.

- Rob them.

- Huh?!

Hayato.

I wanted you to have them

when you turned 20.

Four guns.

Dad hid them at home.

Force of habit.

I'm 32 now.

The Legal Advice Bureau.

Want to burst in flashing guns?

Like those five guys.

I want to humiliate Seiji

and his dad, and Matsuura.

"Kaido Legal Advice Bureau."

What a load of bullshit!

Your dad told me.

It's loaded with untaxed cash.

And that's not all...

Knock-off cancer drugs,

imported from China.

They're a gold mine.

Your dumb hick mom got tricked.

No way.

We'd get caught.

I'm only joking!

You're my treasure, Hayato.

Make an honest living,

find yourself a wife,

and build a happy home.

We need to buy

a proper grave site first.

You're right.

He doesn't have one.

But he gave his life for them.

It's his deathday again.

Where's Matsuura?

You bunch of swindlers.

F*** the lot of you!

Gimme the cash!

Matsuura!

Ma'am! Ma'am!

What are you doing?

Hey, b*tch!

You a stick-up artist now?

Matsuura!

Hey, a**holes...

Wanna end up like my man?

Oh, is this your

cancer medicine? Huh?

Hey! Take it with you, c*nt!

What's this cunting money?!

Matsuura!

Suck on this! Suck it!

You're a nice boy,

so neither your father nor I

want you to take revenge.

I'm tired of this.

Now I know who shot your father,

I can tell him in Heaven.

I'm going to see him now,

but someday,

no matter how small,

build a grave for me.

Sorry, honey.

They say the new gang law...

blames the leader

who gives the order.

I'll make them kill me,

so the boss'll go to prison.

I'm sure of it.

I'll delete this text,

so don't worry.

Mom!

Mom!

Why'd you do it?!

Mom!

I don't want this bar!

Four guns.

Dad hid them at home.

Force of habit.

They're on the rooftop...

You scared, Hayato?

Give it a try.

All boys like to play with pistols.

You got one too, yeah?

Don't fight it.

Blood is blood.

It runs in the family!

Dumbass.

Why didn't you tell me?

What'll you have?

I heard it was suicide.

I heard she kit Kaido's, too.

They said, "Watch her".

This badge...

It's Matsuura's boys, right?

You want them on your case?

Wise up, man.

I'm getting lit tonight.

Join me.

Sorry. I gotta stick with Matsuura.

- He plays video games...

- Where?

I'm sorry, we're closed

until further...

My condolences.

I'm a reporter...

Reporter?

You drove her to this?!

Hayato!

Forgive me.

Robbery was never...

How'd you find out about it? Huh?

It ain't on TV.

Your mother called to thank me.

- Thank you?

- Kaido Legal Advice Bureau?

Why would she do something

so rash?

She stole nothing.

But she said it made her feel better.

She asked me to do it with her.

I was too scared.

"To get revenge,

I've got to hurt the Goseikai..

"By taking their money,"

she said.

Suicide is...

Hey, I'm with the Goseikai,

you know.

Mr. Okoshi, you want to

revive your gang?

To honour your father?

You do, don't you?

I don't know how my Mom

told you, but leave Junior out.

Seiji has promised to let him

rebuild the Okoshi-gumi...

- I somehow doubt that.

- What the f***? Huh?

Hey, reporter,

I don't know what your game is,

but you better...

- Mom doesn't like it either, so...

- What now?

If we steal an illegal fortune,

the cops and media won't know.

We've got to do it.

Put your mother to rest!

Why should we do it with you?

It's obvious.

I have an obligation, too.

To repay my dead parents.

- It ain't your business!

- It is!

Let's...

think up a plan.

- I've seen you somewhere before.

- I doubt it.

Yo. What's up?

A little longer.

Where are you?

Wait right there.

Hey!

Seiji!

My piece!

Get my gun! Move it!

Move it!

Come back, motherf***er!

Come back!

You motherf***er!

Who the f*** sent you?!

What's that sh*t on your face?!

You stupid son of a b*tch! Die!

Why you got an old piece like this?

Buy it on e-bay?!

Hand it over!

Hand it over, a**hole!

Don't do it, sir! He'll keep!

- Let go, you f***!

- Motherf***er!

Let go of me!

Hey!

You shitheads! Go!

Don't let him get away!

Daisuke.

Where the f*** were you?!

I'm sorry, sir!

Hey, I needed you just now,

a**hole!

You stupid f***!

Matsuura's been shot!

He was f***ing protecting me!

That's your f***ing job!

Ain't it, you stupid f***?!

You stupid f***!

Get off me!

I'll make sure you stay

a grunt all your life!

You stupid f***!

Mom...

I'm sorry.

I couldn't avenge you.

Whatever became of me,

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