Cyber Daming

Boom!

The roar of thunder was accompanied by a dull sound.

In the dim light, two disproportionately large fists collided hard.

The exploded bionic skin was mixed with fragments of clothing, flying everywhere like catkins.

Scarlet blood slowly dripped from the collision point of the fist and hit the cracked wooden floor of the izakaya.

"This rain is really heavy."

Old Nagasaki stood in front of the store and pulled the handle of the shoji door. The old and deformed slide rail made it very difficult for him to drag.

Just when the store door was about to close, a wet palm came in and stopped Old Nagasaki's movement.

"Grandpa, don't close the door, it's me."

When Old Nagasaki heard this familiar childish voice, he hurriedly opened the door, but a thin figure had already squeezed in through the gap.

"How come it's raining like this, brat? Can't you wait until the rain subsides before you come back?"

Old Nagasaki looked at the young man in green in front of him with distressed eyes, took off the towel tied around his neck, and carefully wiped the rain off his face.

"That won't work. The teachers who taught today have assigned a lot of homework. If I continue to hide from the rain, I won't be able to finish it tonight."

The young man answered with a smile. When he turned his head, he found two strange guests sitting in front of the dining table. He suddenly looked embarrassed and subconsciously folded his hands on his abdomen and bent down.

But just as his waist sank, the young man seemed to have remembered something, and immediately raised his hands in front of him and performed a standard Confucian student's hand-over-hand salute.

Old Nagasaki standing aside frowned, suppressed the anger rising in his heart, grabbed the young man's wrist, smiled at the two people in front of the dining table: "I would like to introduce to you, this is my grandson, Nagasaki peak."

"My current name is Zhang Feng, which was given to me by the Master himself."

The young man corrected the old man's fallacy in a serious manner: "You can't call me wrong again in the future."

Snapped!

The old man slapped the boy on the back and shouted angrily: "You are a Japanese, not an Akito! Your name is Nagasaki Feng, which was given by your grandfather and me, not the ugly Zhang Feng!"

The boy's fair face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, perhaps because his cherished Akito name was slandered, or perhaps because he was scolded by his grandfather in front of outsiders. The young man clenched his fists, kept his head down without saying a word, and ran into the depths of the izakaya.

"You brat, don't mention your name in my store again!"

The old man was still angry, but in a blink of an eye he saw the towel in his hand. The expression on his face was both worry and heartache, which was complicated and difficult to describe.

"Why."

Old Nagasaki sighed dejectedly and forced an ugly smile towards the two people in front of the dining table, "I'll make you laugh. Children nowadays are becoming more and more rude."

Poof

Boiling hot water leaped from the pot and fell into the flames on the stove.

Old Nagasaki screamed, rushed over quickly, and picked up the soft noodles from the pot.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't seem to see the skin fragments and scarlet blood spots scattered on the ground.

"Old Nagasaki, I remember you had no children. Where did a grandson appear from?"

Toyotomi Enjiang and Huang Shilie both had joking smiles on their faces, and there was no trace of cold murderous intent on their bodies.

Old Nagasaki added various condiments to the noodles and said without raising his head: "Of course I have it, but I haven't seen you guys in all these years."

"We used to come here to visit you often, and we haven't even seen him. It's impossible, right? What does he do?"

"Honghu."

Old Nagasaki's tone was unusually calm, as if he was talking about ordinary things.

"During the Edo Rebellion, he was killed by men from the garrison. He died in a neighborhood not far from here. I didn't go to collect his body for fear of affecting Nagasaki Peak."

The atmosphere in the store suddenly dropped to freezing point, and apart from the crackling of the wind and rain outside the door, there was no sound of anyone else.

"The noodles are a little too hot, so don't take it personally."

He placed two bowls of steaming ramen on the dining table and said with a smile, "Maybe it won't be long before you can never eat ramen like this again."

"But it doesn't matter." The old man twitched his lips, "I heard that in a province in the northwest of the empire, the ramen there is also very famous. If you have a chance, remember to try it for me."

Hululu.

The sound of sucking was heard endlessly. Toyotomi Enjiang and Huang Shilie immersed themselves in eating noodles. In a short time, they ate all the noodles in the bowl in front of them, without leaving even a drop of soup.

The two people's movements were almost in no particular order. When they raised their heads, they found that the old Nagasaki had snuggled beside the light blue charcoal fire and fell into a deep sleep.

"Whether you believe it or not, the person who betrayed Hiroshi Tokugawa was not me, nor was it Haruhide Akechi!"

Huang Shilie placed his chopsticks across the edge of the bowl and spoke in a deep voice.

"Then let me ask you, after the Edo Rebellion, multiple factories of Mikawa Heavy Industries were attacked at the same time, and all the Huangliang mainframes carrying Takamagahara were snatched away."

Toyotomi Enjiang asked: "Did you do this?"

"it's me."

"Give me a reason."

"Jinyiwei is already targeting us. If we don't transfer these hosts, they will fall into their hands sooner or later."

"Does transfer require this method?"

"If I ask, will you hand it over?"

"Of course not. Gao Tian was originally the work of Tokugawa Hiroshi. Now that he is dead, I would rather destroy these consoles than give them to you."

"Kotenwon is the common property of our four families and is the foundation for the restoration of the Japanese region."

"Hahahahaha"

Toyotomi Yuanjiang couldn't help but sneer and said in a sarcastic tone: "Will you restore the country?"

"of course."

"Huang Shilie, do you really think that I am just a craftsman who only knows how to blacksmith and nothing else?"

"Takamagahara is useless in your hands."

Huang Shilie did not answer the other party's question and said calmly: "I came here today to ask you to hand over the remaining Huangliang host in your hand. You and I don't have much time left."

"I've already said that I would rather destroy those hosts than give them to you."

Toyotomi Yuanjiang frowned deeply, looked up at Huang Shilie with squinted eyes, and laughed at himself: "I have always believed in Mr. Tokugawa, and I feel that under his leadership, the Japanese area will be able to get rid of the control of the Ming Empire and regain its former glory. But I didn’t expect that he would fall down so easily, it’s really disappointing!”

"I'm really not good at strategy, nor can I hold back, but I can kill people."

He paused, took a slow and deep breath, relaxed his brows, his eyes as deep as a dark sea, and pointed a finger at Huang Shilie.

"If I find evidence that you betrayed Mr. Tokugawa, I will personally kill you and Akechi Haruhide."

"I am waiting for you."

Huang Shilie stood up, his burly figure covering the dim light, and on his face full of shadows, only one pair of eyes burned with fierce domineering, "But you'd better hurry up, those who want to kill me a lot of."

"It will be quick. Like you said, you and I don't have much time left."

Wow

The closed door of the store was opened, and the cold wind blew in and caused the lights to sway.

Toyotomi Enjiang sat alone in front of the dining table, looking at his right arm with broken skin, and the twisted and collapsed fist bones stained with mottled blood.

"There is still a gap, but once I sell Mikawa Heavy Industries and get the mechanical heart, it should be enough."

After an unknown amount of time, Nagasaki tiptoed his head out from the depths of the izakaya, only to find that the two guests had already left.

There was only a skinny figure lying on the dining table, snoring loudly.

The old man's body was covered with a black feather fabric with only one sleeve.

"My name is Zhang Feng!"

The young man looked determined, clenched his fists and whispered, but was horrified to find that the old man's body suddenly shook, and he immediately covered his mouth in horror.

Perhaps the old man's convulsive body in his sleep touched the control switch of the projection, and the distorted picture appeared on the wall again.

"On April 23rd of the twelfth year of the Jiaqi reign, the Japanese Xuanwei Envoy Si Yamen issued an announcement stating that the Honghu rebel organization, which had been entrenched in the Japanese area for decades and seriously endangered people's lives and property, had been completely dismantled."

The young man stood in the corner and listened in trance for a while.