Tekken: Blood Vengeance

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An ambush. Cute.

Well now... It's my dear sister, Anna.

Nina. It's been a long time, hasn't it?

It has. What do you say we celebrate?

I'm just waiting on you.

Look at this.

You think you've got me cornered?

Nina!

'Til next time. Sweet Anna.

All units, pursue.

Lock down all train lines.

There's no need for that.

We're pulling out.

Yes, but what about the intel?

Our mission is complete.

It's about time for an update

from the Far East Branch, anyway.

She was nothing more than bait.

This was all just a decoy?

To be honest, I didn't

think it would be so easy.

Now we just have to wait for Jin

and the Mishima Zaibatsu to make their move.

All right, what's next?

Where else do we look?

Relax. It wasn't a complete loss.

Every single research facility has been

shut down and the data erased.

Go on. Explain to me how taking

their bait wasn't a loss.

It revealed to us they're as hungry

for intel as we are.

Proving that G Corp hasn't gotten

their hands on the specimen, either.

Well, in that case...

Off to Russia you go.

Oh? We're using it again?

It's perfect for espionage.

Kazuya keeps an eye on the doctor.

What if he finds out?

Then let him find out.

I hope you realize what will happen,

if you two fight.

If the world can be destroyed by a mere

father-son quarrel, then so be it.

Who are they?

Survivors of the Mutare?

I finally have some good news.

Our team in the Far East just sent

in a report. This is from Kyoto.

We've found our target,

and he's quite handsome.

So he was in Japan. Just as expected.

I'll be flying to Kyoto

tonight to confirm.

Run a background check first.

Last thing I want is

for Jin to find out.

That won't be a problem.

We're using an organic approach.

For this particular job,

I have the perfect candidate.

Very well then. Kyoto it will be.

One minute, twelve seconds left!

Hurry up!

Whew. We actually made it!

For a job well done!

I'll come see you at lunch, okay?

Don't be so picky.

Bamboo isn't free, you know.

Xiaoyu Ling of class B.

I'm not late!

I have seven seconds left!

You have been summoned

to the principal's office now!

Expelled? Why?

Because you think I'm late?

That's not it.

Your gym repair bill.

Three hundred grand!

We have no budget

for a student like you.

You always told me

you didn't have a budget.

Every time you go to P.E.

You destroy something.

That's because you keep

telling me not to hold back.

And then there's this.

Yesterday's test results!

You're flunking every subject!

Come on, you don't have to be

so harsh about it.

And you have a complete

lack of discipline.

So in accordance with our rules,

you'll be expelled and transferred!

Now. What's next, principal?

Transferred?

Wait a sec, you can't do that!

Principal, my butt. Who are you?

Originally from China...

And well-versed in the various

martial arts of her native land.

Don't act like you know me!

Who the hell are you?

As of today, I am your

new counselor. Get used to it.

You'll be transferred to

a high school in Kyoto.

Make contact with this student

and learn what you can.

Huh? What are you talking about? Why me?

The answer is simple.

Because you'll make a perfect spy.

A spy? Whatever.

I think I've heard way too much

psychobabble for one day. Later, crazy lady.

The Zaibatsu isn't the only one with

access to Mishima Polytech.

Before you walk out that door, perhaps you

should stop and think about how I got your data.

Mishima Zaibatsu...

You mean the tournament?!

Yes. See,

that's how we handle things at G.

G? G Corporation?!

Exactly. The only worldwide conglomerate that is

capable of thwarting the Mishima Zaibatsu's ambitions.

Now I believe you know who runs G Corp.

Kazuya Mishima.

And checkmate, my little pawn.

You'll be attending Kyogoku Academy, one of

the most esteemed international schools in Kyoto.

Affluent families from around the world

send their children here.

Security is air tight, making access

to personal records impossible.

The best approach will be

by sending in a student of our own.

Tell me, is that spelled with a Y and a U?

Uh, yes! So, Mr. Lee...

Excellent. Welcome to my classroom.

Now, if you will.

Take a seat right over there.

Uh, where exactly?

Any. Just pick whichever one is available.

But, sir, every seat is available.

The students are busy

with the coming festival.

I'm sure they'll be here tomorrow.

Now, shall we begin?

Aw, c'mon. Man this guy's a pushover.

International schools are easy.

You know, I could care less about G Corp.

If he wasn't so hot there's no way I would be doing this.

The challenge is figuring out a way

for the two of us to meet.

It would be great if I could just

turn a corner and bump into him.

Like in some cheesy soap opera.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush.

Please excuse me.

Man, running into some girl's

not gonna help me.

No uniform? International schools

sure are the way to go.

He should be right around

here somewhere, but where?

Ow!

A shoe?

Oh my god!

What the? That's...

What are you thinking?

You'd normally be dead.

Well, I'm not normal.

Were you trying to...

it's none of your business.

Excuse me for helping.

Just relax. I slipped, that's all.

Hey, wait... Hm?

This must have come off when...

Actually, that's the second time

it's happened.

What?! He's slipped off the roof twice?!

Twice in the three months he's been here.

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