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Miyamoto looked down at the wound on his abdomen.

His eyes were bloodshot, and everything in his sight was dark, except for his abdomen, which was constantly bursting and exploding under the residual power of the bullets.

This reminded him of the first time he went to Tokyo with his father when he was a child and watched the fireworks display.

The sky was gradually getting dark, and people were crowding together. Little Miyamoto was squeezed very uncomfortable, and all the candies he bought were knocked to the ground.

But when the first fireworks bloomed in the sky, and Miyamoto sat on his father's neck, looking up at the brilliant fireworks, he and his father were the only ones left in the world.

"It's so beautiful."

Miyamoto collapsed to the ground clutching his wound, whispering unconsciously.

Bang——

Another bullet was fired, and it took half a second to cross a street and get into the apartment.

Its destination is Miyamoto's brow bone.

In 0.2 seconds, it will shatter the bones and completely take away Miyamoto's life.

However, at this moment, the bullet stopped.

With the Statue of Liberty as the center, a ripple spreads to all sides at the speed of light. The entire world is stained by the ripples and turns gray. Only Zhang Ming, who is at the center, can move freely.

Miyamoto...is dead?

Zhang Ming's ears are still ringing with the "Iron Fist" Miyamoto yelled before his death. It seems that he really discovered the traces of the Iron Fist and came into contact with the opponent.

During this contact, he was attacked and was killed instantly without even having time to react.

Miyamoto died while helping Zhang Ming, and he was able to investigate the exact location of Iron Fist Daniel by himself.

Regardless of emotion and reason, Zhang Ming would save him.

But Zhang Ming didn't know his specific location. Even if he knew it, it would be unrealistic to rush there instantly. The only thing he could do was to buy time for Miyamoto.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Ming started editing, twice in a row. Twelve seconds were cut out, and the world returned to the past.

Even now, Zhang Ming, after starting the continuous editing, there were still beads of sweat on his forehead, and there was a trace of trance in front of his eyes.

He held on to his weakness and dialed Miyamoto's phone number.

Toot—toot—

Pick it up quickly!

Zhang Ming shouted anxiously in his heart.

Deidara, who was nestling on the sofa, noticed that Zhang Ming was not normal and came over to ask about his situation. Zhang Ming shook his head and signaled that he would talk later.

After nearly five seconds of waiting, the call was connected.

"Chief, I have good news..."

"Run away!" Zhang Ming interrupted: "Get out of there immediately! There's a sniper attack——"

Before Zhang Ming finished speaking, he heard the sound of the window breaking!

When Miyamoto heard the word "run away", he reacted immediately. Then, the cherry blossom necklace looked like it had just been salvaged from the Arctic glacier, it was bone-chilling cold.

The bullet has broken through the window.

But this time Miyamoto had a few tenths of a second more reaction time. In this short period of time, he dodged the fatal bullet!

Through the shooting just now, Miyamoto roughly judged the sniper's position. He hid in the blind corner of the opponent's field of vision, pressed against the wall, and his chest heaved violently.

Suddenly, the wall behind him was penetrated, and a shining right arm stretched out from it and landed heavily on Miyamoto's back.

Daniel, who was still talking on the phone and arguing with others in the room just now, broke the wall and walked out.

He wasn't on the phone at all. Everything he did before was just an act after he noticed the peeper, just for this crucial punch.

Miyamoto vomited blood. Fortunately, he was used to wearing ninja protective gear during action, otherwise his internal organs would have been shattered and turned into a corpse by now.

"Hand Club?" Seeing Miyamoto's ninja movements, Daniel couldn't help but ask.

A mysterious woman's voice came from his earphone: "No, he has nothing to do with the Hand. His name is Miyamoto, and he is a thief, killer, and intelligence agent by profession. He was originally Kingpin's subordinate, but now he seems to be following Z."

"Even terrorists are targeting me?"

Daniel laughed at himself. "I thought practicing in Kunlun would allow me to return to New York with strength and confidence, but in the end, I was just a key... Emily, he shouldn't be considered an 'innocent', right?"

Emily.

Miyamoto got up from the ground and remembered the name. After having known each other openly or covertly for so long, he finally knew the name of the mysterious woman for the first time.

"The crimes Miyamoto committed in the past are enough to be sentenced to death more than ten times under American law." Emily replied coldly.

"Forced Miyamoto to the window, and I killed him with one shot. From now on, we have to leave within one minute. This is not far from the Statue of Liberty, and Z may already be on the way."

"knew."

Daniel clenched his fists, and there was a faint flame burning in his fists. This was the power of the iron fist.

Daniel launched a fierce attack first, but Miyamoto dodged his fists. His movements were awkward, but his eyes gradually became cold.

When Zhang Ming got Miyamoto's portrait, he felt that Miyamoto was a man full of murderous intent. This was indeed the case. His best job was stealing, but work and hobbies are often two different things.

What he loves most is the fight between life and death.

Miyamoto pulled out his ninja sword, grabbed the gap between Daniel's moves, and stabbed out like a poisonous snake with the blade's lightning speed.

Daniel screamed, and a wound was cut under his ribs. The ninja sword turned in Miyamoto's hand. Just as he was about to swing the second sword, the cherry blossom necklace turned extremely cold again.

Miyamoto kicked Daniel in the stomach and used the reaction force to avoid the bullet.

A bullet hole appeared on the floor. Miyamoto felt that he had gradually mastered the rhythm of the battle. Just when he was about to continue the attack, a bullet silently shot into his thigh.

How could there be two bullets at the same time...

Emily was using a large-caliber sniper rifle. The recoil of each shot would cause the gun body to shake significantly, and it would take at least one second to stabilize before a second attack could be carried out.

As for the attack in front of him, the opponent predicted Miyamoto's dodge position while firing the first bullet, and then fired the second shot instantly.

He didn't know that Emily in the distance was taking off her goggles, blowing a last kiss in this direction, and then she quickly put away two identical sniper rifles.

No one knows how she controlled two guns at the same time.

Miyamoto covered his legs and fell to the ground. There was nothing he could do now. No matter how much training he underwent, his body was still just that of an ordinary person. He did not have Murakami's deep internal strength, nor did Zhang Ming have the ability to reverse death again and again.

After being penetrated by the bullet, he could only collapse on the ground and watch the blood form a pool of blood.

Daniel came over, he straightened Miyamoto's body, and put his shining fist against Miyamoto's heart.

"I'm sorry, man, I hope you can be a good person in the next life." Daniel finally said, and the power of the iron fist poured out, and Miyamoto's heart was broken in half.

After finishing the finishing work, Daniel stood up and was about to leave when suddenly a bloody hand grabbed his ankle. Miyamoto, who was dying, used his last strength. He seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited blood.

, can't say a word.

Daniel broke away, looked deeply at Miyamoto, and quickly turned around and left.

The upright Daniel did not notice that in the bloody hand, an insect the size of a grain of rice quietly crawled into his pants.

It was a tracking bug cultivated by Miyamoto, a mother bug and a daughter bug. As long as the mother bug is placed on the other party, no matter where the other party is, the daughter bugs can rely on the special connection between the mother and the child to find the past.

Listening to the disappearance of Daniel's footsteps, Miyamoto leaned against the wall. This way, he could at least die sitting down and be more dignified. If possible, he would like to sit on his knees, which is in line with Japanese tradition. Unfortunately, he couldn't move his legs.

After learning that Z's true identity was Zhang Ming, Miyamoto investigated Zhang Ming and found out that he had a special magic medicine, which was how he saved four national leaders.

Now Miyamoto is dying, and he is waiting for Zhang Ming to come over.

With Zhang Ming's ability, it is not difficult to reversely track the location of the mobile phone. After he comes, if he chooses to save Miyamoto, then Miyamoto will lead Zhang Ming to capture Daniel.

If Zhang Ming doesn't save him...then everything will disappear with Miyamoto's death.

Miyamoto's throat was clogged with blood and his heart was punctured. He couldn't speak at all, couldn't even move a finger, and couldn't convey the message to Zhang Ming.

Miyamoto is not Zhang Ming's subordinate, he is just a prisoner who is being used.

In other words, Zhang Ming needs to waste a precious "magic medicine" and unconditionally save a half-dead prisoner so that Miyamoto can live and Zhang Ming can get the Iron Fist.

So it's a gamble.

The bet is on Z's kindness.

The bet is won, win-win.

The bet was lost, Miyamoto died, and Zhang Ming lost all traces of Iron Fist.

But... betting on a world-threatening terrorist to have goodness?

Miyamoto wanted to laugh, not at his tragic ending, but at his naive fantasy.

He thought that he had forgotten such emotions long ago when he left the family.

"Ahem..."

My vision became blurred, and there was tinnitus in my ears. It was sharp at first, but later it turned into a whisper, as if the devil from hell was discussing how to cook his soul.

He suddenly remembered something. He squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body and took out a neatly folded letter from his coat pocket. This was a letter written by his sister to him, asking him to go home and take a last look at his father.

The letter was already stained with blood. Miyamoto touched the letter and saw his sister Juanxiu's handwriting.

Maybe...he was wrong, he should have gone back earlier.

Snap.

Miyamoto's hand fell into a pool of blood, his pupils began to blur, and the snow-white letter was slowly submerged in blood...

call--

A gust of wind blew in outside the window. Zhang Ming was alone, driving his flying boots, using the clip again and again, and rushed over as quickly as possible.

Miyamoto finally saw Zhang Ming in front of his eyes.

He smiled and said "Farewell" silently in his heart.

He closed his eyes and was about to set off to hell, when suddenly——

Miyamoto felt like his mouth was filled with a big sausage.