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Some anime works depict the Japanese sword-drawing technique very powerfully, as if the moment the long sword is inserted into the scabbard is when the warrior is most in danger.

Sheathing the blade represents suppression, patience and waiting;

Drawing a sword represents outburst, riot and fighting;

These two emotions are actually very consistent with the Japanese character.

They always habitually suppress their emotions and live with masks in their daily lives. Therefore, at some company dinners and social activities, the usually modest and cautious Japanese will behave crazier than ordinary people.

In the past, Zhang Ming did not believe in the sword-drawing technique. He had read some information. In traditional fighting skills, the sword-drawing technique was mostly used in some dinner parties. The two sides sat face to face and knelt down. Once there was an attack, who would draw the sword first?

You can kill the opponent first, which is why this technology flourishes.

To put it bluntly, this is a sneak attack and a disgraceful technique.

However, Murakami's sword skills broke Zhang Ming's inherent thinking.

He said clearly that I was going to draw the knife, and clearly put down the tea cup in front of Zhang Ming and held the knife, but what happened in the next second was not seen by anyone present.

When Zhang Ming came back to his senses, the blade had quietly arrived in front of him!

It feels like... editing.

It's as if the two actions of "drawing the sword" and "waving the blade" have been edited and disappeared, leaving only the ending of finally cutting off the opponent.

Murakami cannot have the ability to edit. The only explanation is that he has reduced this process to the extreme by relying on his knife skills that he has honed over many years.

Pinru's clothes can protect against bullets, but Zhang Ming doesn't think it can stop the knife. He activates the clip and leaves the range of the blade.

Zhang Ming left a deep footprint on the neat white sandstone ground. He threw out the Chain of Absurdity and tried to end the battle with this magical chain.

The black lines in Murakami's eyes became deeper, like circles of dark ripples in a pool, which showed that he was becoming more and more controlled by Payne. He completely lost his sense of autonomy, and the only thoughts left in his mind were:

Kill Z.

Facing the absurd chain that flew towards him like a poisonous snake, Murakami swung his sword more than ten times in succession at an extremely fast speed.

The silver-white blade was covered with a layer of dark red luster, and when it hit the magical lock of absurdity, it made a slight explosion like striking iron.

The Chain of Absurdity was crooked, and the flight speed was a little slow.

Murakami seized this opportunity and crushed the tatami with his foot. The broken straws scattered in the air, and his large kimono danced with the wind that hit him.

He put his right hand under his left rib, and the simple but extremely terrifying sword was hidden behind his back.

Murakami came to Zhang Ming in an instant, and Zhang Ming could even smell the faint fragrance of tea on him.

Two more quick knives, first from bottom to top, were dodged by Zhang Ming, and the wind brought by them cut a deep mark on the white sand and stone on the ground.

Then, he slashed diagonally downward again.

Zhang Ming couldn't escape, so he had to start editing again.

"Do you need help?" Deidara asked, "There is a strange energy in his body, which is different from chakra. It is stronger and more dangerous."

Murakami and the other four founders of the Hand were all warriors from Kunlun in the beginning.

In other words, they are deserters and betrayers.

They have a power called "qi". According to Zhang Ming's accustomed understanding, the five of them are all martial arts masters. Together with the longevity of the dragon bones, they have lived for more than four hundred years.

Not to mention practicing internal strength for more than 400 years, I have also practiced foot training for more than 400 years, and now I have become a master.

Murakami is such a pedicure... master of cultivation, swordsmanship, internal strength, fighting skills, a person who is accomplished in all aspects - except for being a flatterer, he can't compare with Mrs. Gao.

Murakami was distracted for a moment by Deidara's inquiry. He glanced at Deidara, with doubt and incomprehension in his eyes.

How come my subordinates have collaborated with the enemy in just a few days?

Payne didn't know that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. often had similar thoughts: How could Natasha, a good Natasha, become rebellious after working with Zhang Ming for just one game?

Zhang Ming caught this and snapped his fingers a few times to attract Murakami's attention back.

"It's you, Payne, you're watching, right?"

Zhang Ming said: "I didn't expect you to be mixed up with the Hand Club, but this is good news for me - this way I can kill you all at once, which can save me a lot of time."

"You are very confident." Murakami said.

His voice did not change, but his speaking tone became deeper and full of oppression.

When he heard this voice, Deidara subconsciously tensed his muscles. The psychological shadow that Payne had left on him over the years would not disappear in a short time.

Murakami continued: "I like you now. In the past, I thought you were just a fool with no power. Now it seems that you are pushing for something to happen. Although I don't know what you are planning, but pushing

Judging from the direction, it seems that it can bring pain and alarm to the world."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, "I recognize you, and I can give you a chance to join me."

"Wow -" Zhang Ming made an exaggerated expression of surprise, "People who don't know better may think you are chasing me."

He started editing and came to Murakami. The distance between the two people was less than one meter.

Zhang Ming stretched out his hand and poked Murakami's chest.

"The Hand is a good backer. Follow it and escape as far as possible. I will slowly catch up with you and kill you. Of course, I heard that in order to deal with me, SHIELD formed a team called the Avengers.

Organization, if you don’t want to die, you can hug their thighs.”

Zhang Ming pointed out a clear path for Payne.

But the answer to Zhang Ming was a knife. Payne gave up and continued the exchange. In response, Zhang Ming directly summoned the big sword of 298. After three cuts, he tied the martial arts master into a shrimp shape and bent his body upside down.

After everything was over, Deidara came over and opened Murakami's eyes.

"He is still under the control of Pain's illusion."

Zhang Ming didn't know much about illusions, so he asked Deidara if there was a way to remove it.

Deidara shook his head and said: "Illusion is not Pain's specialty, but he has a pair of terrifying eyes. With those eyes, he can do many unimaginable things. If that guy is here, he might be able to solve it. I will do it

Less than."

That guy should be referring to the illusion master, Uchiha Itachi.

Looking at Murakami, whose eyes were gradually turning gray on the ground, Zhang Ming thought for a moment, took off the Rolex from his wrist, and put it on Murakami's hand.

"Activate equipment special effects: boring."

Boring: A rich life is so unpretentious and boring. After activating this skill, the host will enter a boring mode with no desires and demands, and is immune to any mind control and interference skills.

A strange light flashed on the dial, and the black ripples in Murakami's eyes really began to fade away. About a minute later, his eyes regained their luster.

Zhang Ming untied the shackles of absurdity, Murakami took off his Rolex, held it with both hands, and returned it to Zhang Ming respectfully.

"Thank you for saving my life."

"Now tell me what's going on." Zhang Ming asked.

They returned to the teahouse. The tea was definitely not drinkable. There were straw residue from the broken tatami floating on it. They simply threw the tea table outside and sat cross-legged, listening to Murakami's experience during this period of time.

Payne was described by Murakami as a lunatic who bullied men and women. He stood there and blasted whoever came, killing half and keeping half. Those who disobeyed would be killed again. The rest were subordinates who obeyed him.

Already.

Deidara said with approval: "It's his style."

"Where did they escape to?" Zhang Ming asked the key question.

"I don't know." Murakami said.

"Don't know?" Zhang Ming rolled up his sleeves and was about to put on the clothes.

Murakami quickly added, "I was treated as an outcast. After being controlled, a lot of information was unknown. But I can help you trace it. I am one of the founders of the Hand after all. This is not difficult for me...

…It just takes a certain amount of time.”

Zhang Ming looked at his watch. It was now three o'clock in the morning. "Miyamoto, please cooperate with Murakami's operation. I hope to get news before 12 noon today."

He summoned two barrages and said deceptively: "I have put a curse on you. If you don't come back after 12 o'clock, you will die."

Murakami and Miyamoto looked at each other and nodded heavily.

A few minutes later, a huge explosion occurred at the Hand base, causing a shock that could be felt even in the city center.

Zhang Ming followed the agreement and gave Deidara the opportunity to experiment with his works.

In just one week, people in Tokyo were woken up in the middle of the night for the Nth time. They were used to it. They got up and looked around to make sure there was no fire at home, then fell down and went back to sleep.

They gradually figured out the trick: the big devil who lives in the Skytree will not blow up things in the city.

It's still early morning in Tokyo, but New York, which has a fourteen-hour time difference, has just spent a lazy noon.

The citizens of New York are living a happy life recently. There are no disasters or super villains. They occasionally watch the news in Tokyo, chat with colleagues and friends, and make comments like seniors... Tsk, tsk, these magical days.

But the citizens didn't know that while they were enjoying lunch, a private plane quietly arrived in New York.

The cabin door opened and Payne walked out, followed by Mrs. Gao and dozens of the most elite Hand ninjas. Below, a man in a suit wearing glasses had been waiting for a long time.

They got into the dark bulletproof car, left the airport, and drove along a predetermined route in the city. On both sides of the road, there were several sneaky men from time to time, staring behind the vehicle to see if they were being followed.

After walking like this for nearly half an hour, the man in the suit took them to a high-rise office building. After reaching the top, the man in the suit stopped in front of an office door.

He knocked on the door, and after a moment, a deep and deep voice came from inside the house.

"Please come in."

The office door opened, the boss' chair with his back to the door slowly turned around, and a very tall, bald man stood up.

"Welcome to New York, Mrs. Gao, Mr. Payne, I am Kingpin."