I teach kendo in Tokyo

He Ma held some bread in his mouth and rode on Amao's bicycle. Suddenly, he felt like he had become the leading actor in a youth romantic comedy.

He always felt that riding out like this would definitely bump into a rash female classmate in the corner.

Or when you are about to climb the steep slope leading to the school gate, you will see an autistic girl cheering you on in front of the slope.

Kazuma turned around and said to Amao: "I'll have to trouble you to send Chiyoko to Koshikawa Girl later. If you don't have a ride, remember to leave early and don't be late."

"Master, don't worry." Amao nodded.

At this time, Chiyoko ran out of the house, carrying a lunch box in a bag in her left hand and a sports bottle in her right hand. She ran all the way to Kazuma and stuffed it into the front basket of the bicycle.

"Do you have any change for barley tea and lunch?" she asked.

Kazuma nodded: "There is more."

He glanced at Chiyoko's school uniform and asked in surprise: "You start changing into summer clothes today? So early?"

"It seems to be due to the influence of the El Niño phenomenon. This year the weather got warmer earlier, so the school board met and decided to change it earlier." Chiyoko answered.

Kazuma looked at Chiyoko's high school summer clothes and smiled: "It looks good. When I come back in the evening, I have to take a good look at it."

After saying that, he pushed the car a few times and climbed onto the seat.

Amao and Chiyoko watched him go away at the gate of the courtyard.

**

Kazuma first came to the Citizen Library in Geshi District.

The library and Kiryu Dojo were relatively close, so he planned to check here first and go to the archives if there was no necessary information.

If not, go a little further to the Tokyo National Library.

The library had just opened early in the morning, and there were not many people around. The borrowing counter was empty, and the trolley next to the counter was piled with a large number of books that had completed the return process and were waiting to be put back on the shelves.

Kazuma tapped the bell on the counter several times in front of the counter.

The two dings disappeared immediately, as if absorbed by the densely arranged bookshelves.

So Kazuma began to beat the bell continuously.

"It's coming, it's coming!" An old bass voice floated from the bookshelf, and then an old man in his fifties with slightly gray hair walked out from between the bookshelves pushing an empty cart.

He glanced at Kazuma and curled his lips: "Huh, the young people are getting more and more impetuous these days. Don't you know that you should be quiet in the library? Also, the magazine section is over there, just go and read it yourself." By the way, we don’t have celebrity gossip magazines here.”

Well, Kazuma thought, this old man imagined himself as an idle young man.

"Uncle, why are you the only one on duty in this library?"

"Originally, it was for two people, but recently someone from the National Library seemed to have escaped and went to take revenge on society, so the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology began to rectify the staff of the National Library and temporarily assigned people from here to help."

Kazuma frowned: "Revenge against society?"

"Yeah, I don't know the details. Anyway, an entire department of the National Library has been suspended for review, and then people from libraries in various districts have been deployed to provide support. So, are you here to chat with me or to borrow books?" the uncle said as he spoke. While returning behind the counter, he put on his reading glasses and looked at Kazuma.

"I'm here to borrow a book." Kazuma said while trying to figure out the relationship between this matter and the previous bombing of the Kandagawa Police Station, "I want the hydrological data of Tokyo Bay."

The uncle pushed up his glasses, looked at Kazuma carefully, and shook his head: "I won't give it to you. Those are research materials, not a manual to guide you to electro-fish and fry fish. You young people are just thinking about evil ways and have no money to fight Bai Qing. Brother, let’s go work.”

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, wondering if this old man thought I was a bad guy just because he saw me carrying a wooden sword?

Is there anything wrong with not using hairspray and hair wax these days?

After all, Kazuma had no money and couldn't afford hairspray. His sister didn't even use cosmetics and relied on red hairband to look good.

"Uncle, I am doing research."

"Oh, now the young man has started to do research." The uncle laughed heartily, as if he had just heard a very funny joke.

Kazuma took out his Tokyo University student ID card from his pocket.

When the uncle saw the student ID card for the first time, he didn't know what it was. He asked "What is it?" and then pushed up his glasses. This time he could see it clearly.

Then he raised his head, holding his glasses with his hand, and carefully looked up and down at Kazuma again.

"Are you a student at the University of Tokyo?"

"Yes, I am Kiryu Kazuma, a student at Tokyo University."

"Is it that Kiryu Kazuma?"

Kazuma nodded solemnly: "That's the Kiryu Kazuma."

The uncle stared at Kazuma for a few more seconds: "Oh, you are Kazuma Kiryu. Oh, I thought you were a young man who skipped class to have fun. You look too young."

Kazuma: "I'm eighteen years old. It's only when I look very old that there's a problem, right?"

"Are you eighteen? Why do I remember the report..."

"According to the report, I am also eighteen years old. I just got admitted to the University of Tokyo this year."

The uncle patted his forehead: "Oh, look at my memory, I'm an old fool. Do you know that there is a shop selling snacks in the shopping street near Geshi Beigao?"

How could Kazuma not remember that it was in that shop where he and the Tsuda-gumi feuded, and Mikako was knocked unconscious with a bat at that time.

"I remember, I also fought off a group of Yakuza who came to cause trouble there."

"That's right, that's the store! Later, the old woman who opened the store took it over, sold the money, and moved to a place near my house. My wife and I chat together all day long, and we talk about Kiryu-kun when nothing happens."

Kazuma scratched his head: "Is... like this?"

The uncle asked enthusiastically: "By the way, the old woman next door is worried all day long that the Ji Dao who you beat away will come to trouble you again. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I impressed their entire group." Kazuma smiled.

The uncle took this as a joke and laughed.

Kazuma also laughed, as if this was a joke.

After laughing, the uncle said: "You want hydrological information, right? Sit over there and wait, I will get it for you."

"No, just tell me the bookshelf and I'll find it myself..."

"No, no, no, you're in trouble. I'll bring it to you right away. It'll save you the trouble. Go sit over there. Do you want a drink of water?"

Kazuma flashed the kettle in his hand: "I have barley tea."

"Okay." After saying this, the uncle came out from behind the counter and strode toward the depths of the bookshelf.

Kazuma sat down at the position indicated by the uncle just now, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

This is reputation.

People are not always indifferent and will repay those who protect them in their own way.

There may not be any actual benefits in this kind of return, but the good mood alone makes people feel that it is worth the price of admission.

While He Ma was sighing, the uncle came out holding a stack of books.

"Because I don't know if what you are looking for is ocean current information, seabed terrain information, or some other information. I got it all for you."

Kazuma looked at the five tomes in the uncle's hand and frowned slightly.

"Well, I just want to see the direction of the water flow, especially the direction of the shallow water flow."

The enemy was seriously injured when he fell into the water. To run far, he must rely on the current. It is impossible to escape the encirclement by just swimming on his own.

So just follow the current and find it.

"Then this one." The uncle took out a relatively thin book and put it on the table. "If you just want to see the direction of shallow water flow, just turn to the picture in the appendix."

"Okay. Uncle, are you so familiar with these?"

"I have been in the library for decades and read books when I have nothing to do. I am not boasting. I have glanced at most of the books in the library. Of course, most of them were just casually flipped through."

Kazuma said "Oh" and turned to the last appendix of this book. Sure enough, he saw a concise map of the direction of surface water flow.

"Can you make a copy of this picture for me?" Kazuma said as he glanced at the latest copier in the library.

I only saw similar equipment in the library when I was in junior high school.

"Okay." The uncle picked up the book and went to the copy machine.

After a while, Kazuma left the library with the copied water flow diagram, and the uncle walked him all the way to the door.

Riding his bicycle, Kazuma decided to go to the bridge where he had the last confrontation with the enemy that night, and then go down the river to find it.

**

At this moment, Yamada was removing the stitches from his wound.

As an agent who has gone through rigorous training, it is a piece of cake to sew the wound, bandage it, and remove the stitches yourself.

As for why his injury was not as serious as that of Hema and why his sutures were removed later, it is unknown.

Maybe the environment in the safe house is not as suitable for recuperation as the VIP ward of the hospital. It may also be that people and their systems really cannot be generalized...

After removing the sutures, Yamada finally cleaned the injured area with saline and then wiped it clean with gauze.

He threw the gauze into the gasoline can in front of him.

The bucket was already filled with bloody gauze and other garbage from wound treatment. An unpleasant smell wafted out of the bucket, attracting flies buzzing around above the bucket.

Yamada poured some alcohol into the gasoline can, then struck a match and threw it in.

The flames suddenly shot up so high that they once touched the iron ceiling.

The rising hot air creates convection, causing the chandelier in the safe house to sway, and all the shadows in the room to sway together - the windows in this room are covered, and the lights must be turned on during the day.

Yamada ignored the burning garbage, stood up, walked to the workbench, sat down, and turned on the radio.

The sky in Tokyo is filled with all kinds of clear communications, including calls from ships on Tokyo Bay, conversations between the Narita Airport control tower and aircraft, and clear communications from the police.

As long as you know the frequency, you can hear it.

Of course, there shouldn't be any important information in clear communication, but if you insist on monitoring every day, you can always detect something.

Additionally, various radio stations can be heard on the radio.

Through these, Yamada searched for information about the person named Kiryu Kazuma day after day.

In fact, this is mainly because he cannot leave the safe house to buy newspapers and magazines, otherwise he can know the address of Kiryu Dojo just by reading the weekly Fang Chun.

Yamada followed the frequency of his copying these days and checked them one by one to see if there was any information about Kazuma.

Although he is eager to compete with Kiryu Kazuma and redeem the shame of "defeat", he is not impatient at all.

Agents must not be impatient and execute the plan step by step and in an orderly manner. This is the way agents behave.

Yamada is not worried at all that pursuing personal revenge will bring trouble to the organization to which he belongs.

He vaguely guessed that the KGB would be eager to have such an opportunity to comprehensively test the results of the super soldier project.

After producing results, the "comrade patriots" can be persuaded to invest super soldiers where they are more needed, instead of just using them as tools for infiltration and destruction.

As usual, Yamada silently adjusted the knobs of the radio, searching for the information he needed in the ocean of radio waves. Behind him, the flames in the gasoline barrels burned brightly.

**

Kiryu and Ma rode their bicycles down the river, but couldn't find any building that looked like they could hide along the way.

He just rode his bicycle all the way to the mouth of the river.

Then he discovered something: Tokyo Bay was larger than he had imagined.

He put down the car and stood on the guardrail of the seaside. Looking along the coastline, he didn't even feel that it was a bay.

Now it's troublesome. If I ride a bicycle until dark, I'm afraid I won't be able to cover one-third of the planned distance.

But thinking about it on the other hand, Tokyo Bay is so big, the enemy's physical strength should not be enough to swim very far.

Maybe the enemy really died of exhaustion, and then was carried by the equipment to the bottom.

As for not finding the body, it seems normal that Tokyo Bay is so big that it can’t be found.

Kazuma bit his lip.

No, you still have to find it. If you don’t try all the methods, you won’t be able to sleep well in the future. I’m afraid you will see the sea of ​​flowers on the other side as soon as you sleep.

The sea of ​​flowers is beautiful, but who can stand it if it always looks like this?

Kazuma jumped off the railing, got on his bicycle, and started moving in the direction of the current on the ocean current map.

After riding for about an hour, Kazuma still didn't see any building that could be used as a hiding place.

In fact, all he saw along the way was a busy port with people coming and going.

Just as he was about to stop and take a rest, he suddenly heard someone honking the horn behind him.

When he turned around, he saw the familiar police car.

But everyone in the car was wearing casual clothes.

"Hey, boy!" The car slowed down after running alongside Kazuma, and the short-haired policewoman Natsuki rolled down the window, "You recovered from your injury so quickly and were discharged from the hospital? Is it okay to exercise so strenuously as soon as you are discharged from the hospital?"

Kazuma glanced at Natsuki and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you on duty today?"

"Take turns, take turns." Xia Shu waved his hand.

"Can I still drive a police car during my shift? Isn't this a public car for private use?" He Ma said.

"You can't say that. We drive the police car so that when reinforcements are needed, we can just put this on top and go for reinforcements." Xia Shu spread his hands, "You should praise us for our enthusiastic work."

Kazuma shrugged and ignored Natsuki's quibbles.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Are you planning to cruise along the seaside?" He looked at Xia Shu and asked.

Natsuki shook his head: "No, we are going to Kamakura to see the sea, but we don't want to take the Metropolitan Expressway. Anyway, we are traffic police and we are familiar with the road conditions. We can take a shortcut without getting stuck in traffic."

Kazuma didn't know the current time. After all, he didn't have a watch, so he looked at the position of the sun in the sky before answering: "It's already evening when we go to Kamakura, right?"

"The sea is beautiful at night, especially on a sunny day like this." Natsuki gave Kazuma a thumbs up.

Unexpectedly, Xia Shu looks like an uneducated elder sister, but she is actually quite stylish.

Kazuma smiled slightly and said, "Then you can do me a favor on the way?"

"Huh?" Xia Shu frowned, seeming to realize that things were not simple.

At this time, Kobayakawa spoke: "Then let's stop the car first, and you can explain it carefully."

"Hey!" Xia Shu shouted, "We finally took turns taking turns! This guy is a troublemaker! As soon as he said these words, I smelled a super troublesome smell!"

Before he finished speaking, Kobayakawa had already driven the car into the area on the roadside for people to turn around and stopped.

Natsuki sighed: "Oh. Okay, young man, tell me what you want to do."

**

An hour later, Natsuki and Kobayakawa drove Kazuma away from the more prosperous coast and drove onto the seaside road with relatively few people.

The bicycle Amao lent to Kazuma was tied with a rope above the trunk of the car. It looked like the car was carrying a burden.

"Is this really still in Tokyo Bay?" Kazuma couldn't help asking as he looked at the scenery outside the window.

Natsuki: "Of course it is. Maybe one day the entire coast of Tokyo Bay will be very prosperous, but not today. The coast from here to Yokohama is relatively rural."

Kobayakawa said: "The Futo City Development Plan aims to utilize these coasts. You can see the first phase of reclamation in front of it, and further ahead you can see the ruins of Odaiba's fort."

Kazuma said "Oh" and suddenly saw a lonely shop on the side of the road. He quickly asked: "Is there a ramen shop here? Where are the customers?"

"There is a base of the Capital Police Mobile Team nearby, and the main customers should be people from there." Kobayakawa paused, "Before the war, it was said that the Navy's test flight ground was also here, and from time to time you would see people pulling aircraft from the factory to the test ground. Ox cart."

Kazuma wondered if he should show surprise here.

After all, this is probably unimaginable to modern Japanese people.

But Kazuma is not a modern Japanese, but a future Chinese. He was a member of military forums in his previous life, and he has heard all these things. At that time, military enthusiasts called old Japan "impoverished imperialism."

Kobayakawa glanced at Kazuma through the rearview mirror and said in surprise: "You don't seem surprised at all."

"I'm a Tokyo University student." Kazuma said this reason, "I knew what you said when I was reviewing for the exam."

"I see, Tokyo University students are so awesome." Kobayakawa said with a smile.

Natsuki: "They are different from us. Even if you join the police force, you will start directly at the police department. After staying at the grassroots level for nine months, you will join the police department. If you take the special examination route, you can still wear a gold watch."

Kazuma smiled slightly and did not express any further opinions on the future that Natsuki helped him plan.

Kobayakawa brought the topic back: "In short, the kind of secret place Kiryu-kun is looking for should be on this section of the coast. Unless there is someone to help you, there is no way to hide people in the bustling port area."

"But this place is already far away from the bridge where the guy fell into the water." Xia Shu took over the words seriously, "I don't think he can swim so far, even with the current. It's impossible for humans. In the final analysis Why do you conclude that he is not dead?"

Kazuma raised his hand and pointed at his temple: "Intuition."

"Are you a woman? You are intuitive all day long!" Xia Shu complained unceremoniously.

Kobayakawa continued to drive the car smoothly.

**

As the sun set, Kobayakawa parked the car beside the railing of the breakwater.

Kazuma asked: "What's going on? Don't you want to continue driving?"

Kobayakawa: "There is a US military base in front of us. He can't hide in a US military base, right?"

Kazuma frowned, opened the door and got out of the car, and looked into the distance.

As we approached Yokohama, the shore began to become bustling again, and the US military base was already brightly lit before nightfall.

With his own eyesight, Kazuma could see the lights on the aircraft carrier parked in the base.

Aramaki told Kazuma that what he encountered this time was probably a super soldier created by the KGB's psychological plan.

People from the KGB...shouldn't run into the US military base, right? Although the black under the lamp theory has its merits, but... no one would actually implement it like this, right?

After thinking about it for a while, Kazuma decided to be on the safe side and take a look with a telescope or something. What if he happened to see a building suitable for hiding?

He turned to Natsuki and said, "Can you lend me the telescope or something?"

"We do have telescopes, but I still advise you not to do this." Natsuki said and pursed his lips to the side.

Kazuma turned around and saw an RV parked on the shore in the distance.

"Maybe it's just an ordinary RV to watch the sunset?" Kazuma said.

"Yes, it is possible, but it could also be a gongan or even a CIA vehicle. The US aircraft carrier that has been wandering in the Indian Ocean recently to support Afghanistan has a home port in Yokohama." Natsuki said.

Kazuma: "You quite understand the international situation?"

"I'm a man's mother-in-law." Natsuki said, raising her hand to flip her short hair, and her exaggerated chest muscles trembled with this movement.

Kazuma thought for a while and could only say: "Okay... then please send me home if you two are troubled again."

Natsuki smiled slightly, turned around and quickly took off the bicycle tied to the trunk of the car and placed it in front of Kazuma.

"Sorry, we are going to Kamakura to see the sea at night. It's easy to get there from here. You can do your best, young man!"

Kazuma held the bicycle handle: "This... is so far!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, we will notify our friends by radio and go to your house to tell your sister in advance that you are okay!"

Natsuki said as he got into the car.

Kobayakawa took out the bento and barley tea given by Chiyoko from the back seat and put them into the basket of the bicycle. He turned around and got into the car, pulled up the seat belt and started the car.

Natsuki waved to Kazuma: "Bye bye."

The police car that was used for personal use sped away, leaving behind the horse pushing the bicycle in a mess in the wind.

However, Kazuma thought to himself, it would not be a loss if the two elder sisters treated me to a meal at noon.

He set up his bicycle, sat down on the railing of the breakwater, opened the lunch box that had never been touched, and ate his wheat tea while looking at the sea.

**

Yamada suddenly heard a clear call from the radio: "Hey, Junsuke, are you listening? Could you please go to the Kiryu Dojo and inform his sister that Kiryu is being dropped off by us near Yokohama and he wants to ride home."

Yamada was so excited that he almost broke the lead of his pencil. He immediately turned the radio volume to the maximum and listened with bated breath.

"Natsuki? I'm listening. Is the Kiryu Kazuma you're talking about the same Kiryu?"

"Yes, that's that Kiryu. Do you know where his dojo is, right?"

Yamada was ready. He wrote down the address of Kiryu's dojo so that he could fight him tomorrow - no, after the injury healed.

However, the voice of "Junsuke" came from the radio: "I know. I'm a traffic policeman, so I'm very knowledgeable about this kind of thing. I'll stop by and say something when I get off work."

"Then please!"

"You go to the beach and have fun."

"Oh! By the way, do you want me to help you take a Polaroid of Kobayakawa's swimsuit... Oh oh oh oh, please drive carefully!"

After saying that, the radio went dead.

Yamada hurriedly adjusted the radio, but could no longer find the next conversation. It seemed that the communication had indeed ended.

He banged the table hard.

But then he thought of another thing: Kiryu Kazuma is near Yokohama now!

Why?

Suddenly, Yamada shivered and a cold sweat formed on his back.

Kiryu and Ma are looking for me.

He knows I'm not dead.

But it seems that he did not get backup from the Japanese police and gonggan, and was just acting alone.

This guy is really dangerous! Very dangerous!

Whether he enters the police or the gongan in the future, he will be a huge threat to the KGB's activities in Tokyo!

At this moment, in addition to the desire to regain the situation, Yamada had a second motive in his heart that he had to kill Kiryu Kazuma.

The implanted loyal heart burned hotly.

He stood up, quickly armed himself, then walked to the door of the safe house and looked out through the periscope.

A real agent doesn't give himself away by being rash.

Then, Yamada frowned.

There are patrol boats disguised as fishing boats on the sea, and there are US military sentries and military dogs on the nearby road.

--what happened?

——Are there any big operations at the US military base?

Although Yamada was very eager to rush out of the safe house and find Kiryu Kazuma who was still near Yokohama, his reason suppressed his impulse.

First of all, Yokohama is also very big. There is only such information as "he is in Yokohama", and finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Secondly, if you go out rashly now, you will be caught by the US military before you can find anyone.

He gritted his teeth and gave up on leaving the safe house, and concentrated on observing the situation outside through the periscope.

**

At this time, in the US military base, Colonel Hawke was directing the US military to move the Stinger missiles from the C130 that had just landed into civilian containers.

Yasuda, the captain of the ocean-going container ship Shancha Maru, was standing cautiously next to the colonel.

Generally, the captain does not care about the loading and unloading of cargo ships. The captain has a relatively detached status on the ship. He will only take over the ship when entering and exiting the port and in emergencies. All daily affairs are managed by the first, second and third officers.

Now the captain personally came to pick up the goods, which in itself shows that this shipment is extraordinary.

After the container door was closed, U.S. soldiers began to spray-paint the company logo of "Matsushang Electric" on the outside of the container.

Colonel Hawke turned around and handed the handover form with "Small Home Appliances" written on it to Captain Yasuda: "There are a hundred Stinger missiles in total, which is enough to annihilate the Hind helicopters of a Soviet paratrooper brigade. If anything goes wrong, Captain Yasuda, You know the consequences, right?"

Captain Yasuda wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and responded in stuttering English: "Yes. I know."

"Don't worry. The Soviet Navy can't pass the Tsushima Strait. You will be safe throughout the journey. Just drive to the designated port to unload the cargo." After speaking, Colonel Hawk patted Captain Yasuda on the shoulder, "By the way, I said it last time. Things..."

"Oh, I know. The company asked me to pass this on to you. Thank you very much for choosing our ship." Captain Yasuda took out a thick brown paper bag, "These are all the best tobacco!"

Colonel Hawke smiled: "Okay, I like Japanese 'tobacco'."

As he spoke, he took out a new Cuban cigar from his pocket, held it in his mouth, and then took the "tobacco".

Captain Yasuda bowed to Colonel Hawke, and then trotted onto the co-pilot of the container truck that had been loaded.

Colonel Hawke gestured to the adjutant beside him.

The adjutant ordered in English: "Open the door."

So along the way to the base gate, several railings were raised at the same time, and the sentries stepped back several steps to make way.

The container truck turned on its headlights and its engine roared.

In the distance, another C130 slowly landed at the end of the runway with its night lights flashing.

**

It’s the same night in Minato City.

"Your mother, are Koreans so late? (Damn it, why are these Koreans so late?)" The person in the passenger seat of the Buick parked in the transshipment yard between the containers complained in Cantonese.

The man in the back seat was smoking calmly and didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He rolled his eyes at the co-pilot and said in Japanese: "Speak in Japanese. I've said it so many times, do as the Romans do."

There were several cars parked next to the Buick.

However, people in other cars had already gotten off, carrying AKs and guarding the surroundings.

Yes, carrying an AK.

After all, the opponent is also armed with heavy firepower, so he has to be careful.

The van parked at the back also had a machine gun mounted on it.

Suddenly, there was the flash of a flashlight on a nearby tower crane.

The person who had been watching the tower crane was a bearded guy. When he saw the flash of light, he immediately knocked on the window of the Buick and said in Japanese: "Brother, the Koreans are coming."

The man in the car nodded and continued to smoke his cigarette.

Then five cars appeared one after another at the other end of the transfer yard.

The person in the Buick made a gesture, and all the cars here turned on their high beams at the same time. The modified car lights immediately illuminated the entire transfer yard like daylight.

The Korean convoy stopped more than ten meters away. A large group of people got out of the car at the same time, and then set up their spears.

Qiu Dongwan, who was wearing toad glasses, got out of the car and shouted at the Buick: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, you don't have to do this, right?"

The man in the back seat of the Buick took one last drag of his cigarette, then put it out in the bearded hand.

Then he opened the door and got out of the car.

"Mr. Qiu, we got some not very good information." "Mr. Zhang" said in Japanese.

"I guess the intelligence is that our real boxing club has colluded with Japan's Kanto to catch you all here, right? In fact, we have also received similar intelligence."

"Mr. Zhang" laughed and said in a teasing tone: "Then tell me, is it possible that the Guandong Alliance wants to kill us together?"

Qiu Dongwan laughed loudly: "Then they are so ignorant of themselves!"

The moment he finished speaking, the observation post on the tower crane behind Mr. Zhang opened fire.

Qiu Dongwan immediately threw himself aside. It was obvious that he was very familiar with how to deal with snipers.

Someone among the Koreans shouted: "Assi, it's an ambush!"

"Wait a minute! Don't shoot, I haven't been beaten!" Qiu Dongwan shouted loudly, but it was already over. The person who had just shouted started shooting at Mr. Zhang.

But Mr. Zhang had already run back quickly, jumped on the front of the Buick, slid all the way across the hood, and hid on the other side of the engine.

Even Kalashnikov couldn't penetrate the engine to threaten Mr. Zhang behind.

The beard here fired a single shot, and the Korean who fired was shot in the head.

"Stop!" Mr. Zhang shouted to stop, "It's a misunderstanding! Use the radio to ask the tower crane why it fired!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people waving steel pipes rushed out from all directions.

On the Korean side, Qiu Dongwan was also trying to stop him from fighting back. Seeing this scene, he shouted: "Mr. Zhang, you better have a reason that I can accept!"

His men opened fire again, shooting at the guys who came over and wielded steel pipes.

On Mr. Zhang's side, Beard turned his gun and was about to shoot. Mr. Zhang jumped out from behind the car and held down his weapon: "Are you stupid? How can the Ji Dao killers have such inconsistent clothes? With their entangled energy, Aren’t you familiar with it? There’s a problem! Throw a shock bomb and retreat!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the first wave of shock bombs was thrown out.

Everyone in Fushou's gang rushed to the car amidst the sound and light effects of the shock bomb.

But the fastest enemy has already arrived.

The next moment, the gang was knocked down cleanly by the butts of rifles.

The Fushou Gang's car had never been turned off, but it started quickly at this time. The Buick, with a bunch of bullet holes in its engine, rushed towards the predetermined evacuation exit.

Other cars followed one after another, and the van was the last to take the lead.

Originally, the gunmen in the van opened the side door and prepared to shoot. When Brother Zhang shouted, the gunmen closed the door again.

The sniper on the tower crane hung down with a rope, landed steadily on the roof of the van, and then pressed the release button to release the rope.

The convoy drove away, and the zombie-like crowd waving steel pipes chased in vain.

The Koreans were still firing and besieging the enemy. When a gunman saw the Fushou Gang running away, he wanted to turn his gun, but Qiu Dongwan held him down.

"If the operation fails, we will withdraw." Qiu Dongwan said.

So while suppressing the guys besieging their side with firepower, the Koreans got into their cars and began to retreat.

In the car, Xing Jishang, who was driving, asked Qiu Dongwan, who was in the back seat: "Is this a failure?"

"Hmph." Qiu Dongwan sneered, "Of course not. I didn't expect that the Fushou Gang didn't fire on the crowd. Other than that, it was all in the plan. Is your anti-tank mine still there?"

Xing Jishang frowned: "You're still there. Why, are you trying to plot against Mr. Zhang?"

"How can that be successful? The Japanese are blowing the whistle so loudly, this time we will send them a letter."

Xing Jishang curled his lips and said, "If we had cooperated with these... er, living dead, and opened fire on the Fushou Gang, we might have succeeded."

"Yes, but we will also suffer heavy losses from the double blow of machine guns and snipers. However, if I died in the firefight just now, you would probably be very happy?" Qiu Dongwan said without concealment, while using a sharp His eyes were fixed on Xing Jishang's side face.

Xing Jishang: "It's not about being happy or unhappy. We are just cogs serving a great goal. We don't need joy or sorrow."

He answered as if it were a standard "part" produced by Project 5971.

Qiu Dongwan sneered.

The motorcade drove out of the dock gate at just this time.

Qiu Dongwan looked at an inconspicuous car parked not far from the dock gate and suddenly fell silent.

Xing Jishang broke the silence in the carriage and asked: "So, who should I bomb?"

"The president of Baifeng, Sougo Baifeng, and his son Akira Baifeng." Qiu Dongwan said calmly, "And you must be careful not to explode the young master of Baifeng, Yuyin Baifeng as well."

"Why?" Xing Jishang asked doubtfully.

"How do I know? Japan said that as long as we do this, they can kill Mr. Zhang and his backbone, so let's just believe them. At least the role of these living dead today seems to be similar to what they described, then Trust them again.”

As the words fell, police sirens sounded in the distance.

As usual, the detectives from Section 4 of the Metropolitan Police Department came out to clean up the mess after the Yakuza were almost beaten, and went back to collect the reward with the dead Yakuza heads, like a group of vultures.