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While the friends on the other side of New York were still gathering together, eating snacks and discussing how to harm Payne, Zhang Ming was waiting alone at the Tokyo Skytree for Miyamoto to wake up.

This guy was tortured by the illusion so badly that his cheeks were sunken and his complexion was sallow. He kept muttering "No more, no more". No matter how Zhang Ming poured water on his face, it was useless.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to knock him out and let him have a good sleep to see if he could regain consciousness after waking up.

While waiting, he went downstairs to find Deidara.

After knocking on the door, Deidara, who was doing "artistic creation", turned around impatiently. When he saw clearly that it was Zhang Ming, he turned to smile.

"I still thought it was another criminal running up from below." Deidara said.

Zhang Ming picked up the thing in his hand and asked, "Water or Coke?"

"Coke. I like this stuff that tastes explosive."

Zhang Ming handed over the iced Coke, leaned against the table, and said straight to the point: "You should know what happened in the city center today, right? Payne and I just had a fight."

"Um."

Zhang Ming continued: "It seems that he and I can't be friends. I heard that he was your former boss. If you..."

"Follow him?" Deidara interrupted and asked.

"I admire your 'art' very much. If you want to go to Payne, I can send you away, but the next time we meet, we will be enemies," Zhang Ming said.

Deidara stared at Zhang Ming, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous, and Zhang Ming looked at him calmly. The atmosphere in the room instantly turned into a string that was stretched to the extreme, silently, slowly, little by little.

stretch until——

"Ha!" Deidara suddenly laughed, "Don't be kidding, Z, I'm staying here very well, why should I go find that rigid guy? Go and obey him, that's because I can't beat him, and follow him

He can let me release my 'inspiration' at will, but now, it is obviously more interesting to follow you, as well as the books you gave me."

Deidara occupied the entire floor of the Skytree. He showed Zhang Ming his latest creations one by one. After combining with modern bomb technology, his creations became even more terrifying.

There was a vibration on my wrist. It was the surveillance camera on the top floor, and the feedback came back: Miyamoto woke up.

Zhang Ming asked Deidara, who was still introducing the bomb's effects: "Do you want to find a place to test it?"

"certainly!"

Zhang Ming patted his shoulder and said, "Bring your creations with you. We will meet downstairs in ten minutes."

Back on the top floor, Miyamoto was using a thin blade to try to cut the rope on his calf.

"Don't bother."

As soon as Zhang Ming raised his hand, the chains of absurdity flew back and wrapped around his wrist.

Miyamoto clenched the blade in his hand, which was his only weapon. He took a half step back, looking for an escape route, "Boss Z, I just want to live, please let me live."

Zhang Ming nodded and said: "Take me to the Hand's base and do a few more favors for me, and I can let you go."

"I'll die if I go to the Hand base! They're hunting me!"

"Are you afraid of the Hand?"

"It was one of the most terrifying organizations in the world," Miyamoto said.

He stared at Zhang Ming and looked for Murong Tiezhu out of the corner of his eye.

That lazy-looking man was like a devil, leading Miyamoto into one nightmare after another.

Drugs? Or hypnosis?

He couldn't guess what the method was. In short, the experiences of the past few days had become a nightmare that Miyamoto would never forget.

"Stop looking for him. He's not here. It's just you and me."

Zhang Ming saw Miyamoto's thoughts and raised his hand. Before Miyamoto could react, he was entangled in the Chain of Absurdity, and then, a hot current was passed along the black silk thread.

"Ah——" Miyamoto screamed.

"What makes you think that the Hand Club is scarier than me?" Zhang Ming asked with a stern face.

"I was wrong...I never dare to play games again, Professor Yang..." Miyamoto said intermittently.

Um?

The momentum that Zhang Ming had just pretended disappeared in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

What illusion did Tie Zhu cast on Miyamoto?

After Zhang Ming stopped the power supply, Miyamoto finally recovered and got rid of the shadow of the illusion. He weakly raised his head.

"I'll take you there."

It was still the familiar convoy, this time there were more cars, and Zhang Ming was sitting in the front car.

After driving for nearly two hours, Zhang Ming, the villain leader, brought more than 300 criminals and villains to the western suburbs of Tokyo.

There was a pine forest in front of them. It was impossible to drive any further. They stopped the car and the criminals shouted loudly and jumped out of the pickup trucks.

They continued along the path in the woods.

After walking for nearly half an hour, Miyamoto pointed to the Japanese garden in front of him.

"This is it."

Zhang Ming waved, and a criminal who was following behind him obediently handed over a large speaker. Zhang Ming sounded a few times, turned the volume to the maximum, and shouted into the courtyard.

"People inside, listen, I am Z. You have been surrounded. Anyone who wants to surrender must come out within five minutes."

Zhang Ming shouted three times in succession, then threw away the loudspeaker and waited quietly for time to pass.

"Boss Z, five minutes have passed."

Zhang Ming waved his hand, and dozens of criminals worked together to lift up twelve huge iron boxes. He threw the keys over and the criminals opened them one by one.

Inside the box are various firearms, from pistols to rifles to rocket launchers.

"Choose your favorite weapon and go in. If you kill one of the people in this courtyard, you will be rewarded with a thousand dollars; if you capture one alive and bring it to me, you will be rewarded with ten thousand dollars."

Zhang Ming dropped his words and stopped caring about the crazy criminals.

Most of them are local villains in Japan. The most powerful weapon they have ever touched in their lives is a pistol. This kind of military-grade weapon has never been seen before.

Touching the cold texture of the firearms and the monetary reward, they felt adrenaline surge, and their eyes were all round and filled with red bloodshot eyes.

They screamed, beat their companions, and grabbed the most powerful weapons.

Zhang Ming, Deidara and Miyamoto were standing nearby. After the criminals rushed into the courtyard of the Hand Association, Miyamoto reminded him in a low voice: "They will all die. No matter how many weapons you have, it will be useless. You underestimate the Hand."

Got it..."

Suddenly, Miyamoto noticed Zhang Ming's expression and paused in his words. After a while, he said: "You didn't even think they could survive?"

"There are too many people. I don't need so much waste," Zhang Ming said.

The bathrooms on the first to third floors of the Skytree have been clogged for two days. Apart from vandalism, these guys don't know how to do simple tasks like connecting the toilets. They will even go to uninhabited corners to solve personal problems.

Zhang Ming gathered this group of guys just to put pressure on the outside world. Now that the second phase has begun and the Avengers Alliance is established against him, the effectiveness of this group of guys has become very low.

Miyamoto looked at the expressionless Zhang Ming, and for the first time, he felt that he was scarier than he imagined.

This is more than 300 lives!

Zhang Ming is like a butcher. He breeds criminals, feeds them, arms them, makes them confident, and finally goes on and on...go to hell!

Miyamoto didn't know that these three hundred people were carefully selected by Zhang Ming. Each of them was carrying at least one human life. They were a group of guys who would not regret death.

There was loud gunfire in the Hand's headquarters. After a while, the gunfire became fainter and the screams became more frequent. After a while, even the screams disappeared.

The simple and elegant Japanese garden regained its tranquility, and you could vaguely hear the gurgling sound of the river.

The three people outside all knew that it was not some bullshit river, but the sound of human blood flowing.

"three minutes."

Zhang Ming glanced at his watch, "It's more useless than I thought. Okay, it's time for us to go in."

Zhang Ming and Deidara had their hands empty, while Miyamoto took out a long knife and a pistol from the weapons box, then bravely followed them in.

There were no corpses in the courtyard, and no one knew how to clean up the bloodstains on the ground.

If it weren't for the strong smell of blood and some bullet holes on the ground, it would seem that no massacre had occurred here at all.

"Be careful, I can feel them nearby." Miyamoto reminded in a low voice.

There are cherry trees planted in the courtyard. Because it is winter, all the leaves have fallen off. The branches of the trees stretch towards the sky. Under the moonlight, the ground casts mottled shadows.

Suddenly, dozens of dark darts flew quickly along the shadows on the ground and stabbed Zhang Ming in the back.

Zhang Ming did not move, Pinru's clothes defended themselves, the darts clattered to the ground, and at the same time, there were continuous subtle explosions in the dark corner.

Before the ninjas died, they discovered white clay spiders crawling onto them silently.

Seeing the charred ninja corpses on the ground, Miyamoto secretly swallowed. Judging from their clothes, these people were elite members of the Hand, the most outstanding killing machines. He didn't expect to be solved so easily.

"move on."

Later, they dealt with seven more rounds of attacks, and not a single ninja could delay even one second longer.

Just like Payne was able to sweep away the Hand and become the leader of the organization within a few days. With Zhang Ming and Deidara joining forces, it was also impossible for a group of ordinary ninjas to stop them.

Finally, they came to a huge tea room.

Outside the teahouse, there is a large open space. The ground is paved with a layer of fine white sandstone, and the surface is combed with very neat ripples. This is the product of careful care every day.

In the tea room, a Japanese man wearing a traditional kimono was sipping tea.

"It's great to have friends from far away." His Chinese was very standard, and he had medium gray and white hair tied into a ball at the back of his head. The man was kneeling on the tatami, his back straight, and he nodded slightly towards Zhang Ming.

He stretched out his right hand and asked Zhang Ming to sit over.

Zhang Ming stepped on the white gravel ground, took off his shoes and walked into the tea room. Deidara followed. When Miyamoto took off his shoes, Zhang Ming sniffed and frowned slightly.

"Um...Miyamoto, please stay outside."

"oh."

Miyamoto put on his shoes again and walked out. This action made the three people in the tea room subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Ming didn't know how to sit on his knees. He sat cross-legged opposite the man in kimono and glanced at the Japanese sword beside his legs.

"Who are you?"

"Murakami. One of the five founders of the Hand."

"You don't look like the founder, but a pawn that was thrown out for me to eat."

"You are right, I am an abandoned child."

Murakami poured tea for Zhang Ming. His tea ceremony was exquisite, and every move he made was full of ancient charm.

"As an abandoned son, I have a merciless request."

"What?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami raised his tea cup and said, "After drinking this cup of tea, I will kill you. If I fail, I will either die in your hands or commit suicide. I want to ask you... to save my life."

Circles of dark ripples gradually appeared in Murakami's eyes.

"Reincarnation Eye?" Deidara was the first to react, "This is Pain's illusion!"

"Why should I save you?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Because I'm still useful. I have information, and I can also help you kill people."

Murakami's hand holding the tea cup was trembling slightly, and the black ripples in his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you." Murakami drank the tea in one gulp.

Then he held the knife.