Kazuma dangling bread and riding on Amo's bicycle, suddenly felt like he became the hero of a youth romance comedy.

He always felt that riding out like this would surely hit the reckless female classmate in the corner.

Or when I was about to climb the steep **** leading to the school’s gate, I saw an autistic girl cheering on herself in front of the slope.

Kazuma turned around and said to Amo: "I will still trouble you to send Chiyoko to the Yuechuan Women later. If you don't have a bike, 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 the bento box in the bag in his left hand and the sports bottle in his right, ran all the way to Kazuma, and stuffed his brain into the front basket of the bicycle.

"Barley tea and lunch, is there any change?" she asked.

Kazuma nodded: "More."

He glanced at Chiyoko's school uniform and asked in surprise, "Starting to change summer clothes today? So early?"

"It seems to be the influence of the El Nino phenomenon. The warming is relatively early this year, so the school board decided to change early." Chiyoko replied.

Kazuma looked at Chiyoko's high school summer dress and smiled: "It looks good. When I come back tonight, you have to take a good look."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the car to run a few times and stepped onto the seat.

Amo and Chiyoko watched him away at the gate of the courtyard.

**

Kazuma first came to the citizen library in the Geshi district.

The library Kiryu Dojo is relatively close, so he plans to check here first, and then go to the archives if he doesn't have the necessary materials.

If you don't have any, run a little farther to the Tokyo Metropolitan National Library.

The library had just opened early in the morning and there were not many people. The library 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 into the bookshelf.

Kazuma slapped the bell on the counter a few times in front of the counter.

The ding-ding disappeared all at once, as if absorbed by the densely arranged bookshelves.

So Kazuma began to beat the bells continuously.

"Come here!" An old bass floated among the bookshelves, and then an old man in his fifties with gray hair pushed an empty cart and walked out from between the bookshelves.

He glanced at Kazuma and said, "Huh, the young people recently are more impetuous than the other. Don’t you know that it should be quiet in the library? Also, the magazine area is over there. Well, by the way, we don’t have celebrity gossip magazines here."

Yes, Kazuma thought to himself, this old man imagined himself as a young and idler.

"Uncle, why are you alone in this library?"

"It was originally two people, but recently someone from the National Library seems to have ran away to retaliate against the society, so the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, and Sports has begun to rectify the staff of the National Library and temporarily mobilize people from us to help."

Kazuma frowned: "Vengeful society?"

"Yes, I don't know the details. Anyway, the entire department of the National Library has been suspended for review, and then people are recruited from libraries in various districts to support. So, are you coming to me for chatting or borrowing books?" The uncle said. After returning to the counter, put on reading glasses and watch Kazuma.

"I'm here to borrow books." Kazuma said while speculating about the relationship between the incident and the previous bombing of the Kandagawa Police Station, "I want the hydrological data of Tokyo Bay."

The uncle pushed his glasses, carefully checked Kazuma, and shook his head: "No. That's research materials, not a manual for instructing you to electric fish and fish, you young people, you have no money. Go to work as soon as you become a brother Baiqing."

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, wondering if this uncle felt that I was a bad person because he saw me carrying a wooden knife?

Where is the problem of not using hairspray and waxing these days?

After all, Kazuma has no money and can't afford hairspray. His sister doesn't even use cosmetics, and she relies on red hair ropes to dress up.

"Uncle, I'm doing research."

"Oh, now Xiaoyou has started to do research." The uncle let out a hearty laugh, as if he had just heard a funny joke.

Kazuma took out the student card of the University of Tokyo from his pocket.

The uncle saw that the student ID hadn't been clearly seen at first sight. He asked "what", and then pushed his glasses. This time he saw it clearly.

Then he raised his head, keeping his hands on his glasses, and carefully looked up and down Kazuma again.

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

"Yes, I am a student Kiryuu Kazuma from the University of Tokyo."

"Is that Kiryuu Kazuma?"

Kazuma solemnly nodded: "It's the Kiryuu Kazuma."

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

Kazuma: "I am eighteen years old, and I have problems when I look very old?"

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

"According to the report, I am also 18 years old. I only passed the entrance examination of Dongda this year."

The uncle patted his forehead: "Oh, look at my memory, I'm so confused. Do you know that there is a shop selling rough dim sum in the shopping street near Geshibeigao?"

How could Kazuma not remember that the feud with Tsuda was at that shop, when Mikako was knocked out by a bat.

"I remember, I still beat a group of Jidao who were trying to make trouble there."

"Yes, that's the shop! Later, the old lady who opened the shop took the shop and moved to my neighborhood after selling the money. She chatted with my wife all day long and talked about Kiryu-kun when she was fine.

Kazuma scratched his head: "Is... so?"

The uncle asked enthusiastically: "By the way, the old lady next door is worried all day that the Ji Dao who was beaten by you will trouble you again. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I raised their entire group." Kazuma laughed.

The uncle took this as a joke and laughed loudly.

Kazuma also laughed, as if it were a joke.

After laughing, the uncle said: "You want hydrological data, don't you? Sit over there and wait, I'll get it for you."

"No, you tell me the bookshelf and I will find it myself..."

"No, no, no, you look for it yourself slowly, I'll get it for you at once, save trouble. Go and sit there. Would you like some water?"

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

"Okay." The uncle came out from behind the counter after he said, strode deep into the bookshelf.

Kazuma sat at the position pointed by the uncle, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

This is prestige.

The people are not always indifferent, and will give back to those who guard them in their own way.

Maybe this kind of return has no real benefits, but just a good mood makes people feel that it is worth the fare.

Kazuma was sighing, the uncle came out with a stack of books.

"Because I don't know if what you are looking for is ocean current information, submarine topography information, or other information, I brought it all for you."

Kazuma frowned slightly while looking at the five large books in his hands.

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

The enemy was seriously injured when he fell into the water, and he must rely on the current to run far, and it is unlikely that he would escape the encirclement by swimming alone.

So just follow the current to find it all the way.

"Then this one." The uncle took out a relatively thin book and placed it on the table. "If you only 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. I just read books when I have nothing to do. It's not that I boast. I skimmed most of the books in the library. Of course, most of them just flipped through them casually."

Kazuma gave an "oh", turned to the last appendix of this book, and I saw a concise graph 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.

Kazuma only saw similar equipment in the library when I was in junior high school in my last life.

"Yes." The uncle picked up the book and went to the photocopier.

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

Riding on the bicycle, Kazuma decided to go to the last bridge that confronted the enemy that night, and then went down the river to find the past.

**

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

As a rigorously trained agent, he sews wounds and bandages and removes stitches.

As for why he was not hurt as bad as Kazuma, but the stitches were removed later, it is not known.

It may be that the environment of the safe house is not as suitable for nursing care as the VIP ward of the hospital.

After removing the thread, Yamada finally washed the injured area with saline and wiped it clean with gauze.

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

The bucket was already full of **** gauze and other garbage from wound treatment. An unpleasant smell floated out of the bucket, and the attracted flies buzzed over the bucket non-stop.

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

All of a sudden, the flames soared high and licked the iron ceiling.

The rising hot air formed convection, causing the chandelier in the safe room to shake, so all the shadows in the room shook together-the windows of this room were covered, and the lights were turned on during the day.

Regardless of the burning garbage, Yamada got up and walked to the workbench to sit down and turn on the radio.

The sky in Tokyo is full of all kinds of clear-code communications, such as calls on ships in Tokyo Bay, dialogues between Narita Airport Control Tower and airplanes, and clear-code communications from the police.

As long as you know the frequency, you can listen to it.

Of course, there is no important information in the clear code communication, but if you insist on monitoring every day, you can always detect something.

In addition, the radio can also listen to various broadcasting stations.

Through these, Yamada searched for the information of the person called Kiryuu Kazuma day after day.

In fact, this was mainly because he couldn't leave the safe house to buy newspapers and magazines, otherwise he would know the address of Kiryu Dojo by reading Fang Chun weekly.

According to the frequency of his copying these days, Yamada checked the past one by one to see if there was any information about Kazuma.

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

Agents should not be impatient, and implement the plan in an orderly and orderly manner. This is how the agents act.

Yamada is not at all worried that seeking personal revenge will cause trouble to the organization he belongs to.

He vaguely guessed that KGB should be eager for such an opportunity to fully test the results of the Super Soldier program.

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

As usual, Yamada adjusted the radio **** silently, searching for the information he needed in the ocean of radio waves. Behind him, the flames in the gasoline tank were burning.

**

Kiryuu Kazuma rode a bicycle down the river, and found no building that seemed to hide.

He rode his bike all the way to the mouth of the river.

Then he discovered one thing: Tokyo Bay was much bigger than he thought.

He put down the car, stood on the guardrail against Poti by the sea, and looked along the coastline, without even feeling that it was a bay.

This is troublesome. I'm afraid I won't be able to complete one-third of the booked distance when I ride a bicycle until dark.

But conversely, thinking that Tokyo Bay is so big, the enemy's physical strength should not be enough to swim very far.

Maybe the enemy really died out of exhaustion, and then he was brought to the bottom with his equipment.

As for not finding the body, Tokyo Bay is so big that it seems normal to find it.

Kazuma bit his lip.

No, you still have to look for it. If you don't try all the methods, you won't be able to sleep at all. I'm afraid you will see the flowers on the other shore when you sleep.

Huahai is beautiful, but who can stand it like this.

Kazuma jumped off the railing, got on the bike, and started to move in the direction of the ocean current.

After riding for about an hour, Kazuma still didn't see any buildings that could serve as lurking grounds.

In fact, when he ran over this road, he basically saw the busy port with people coming and going.

Just when he was about to stop and take a break, he suddenly heard someone honking behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the familiar police car.

But everyone in the car is dressed in casual clothes.

"Yo, boy!" The car slowed down after running in parallel with Kazuma, short-haired policewoman Xia Shu rolled down the window, "I was discharged from the hospital so soon? Is it okay to exercise so vigorously as soon as I leave the hospital?"

Kazuma glanced at Xia Shu, and asked suspiciously: "Are you not on duty today?"

"Rotation holiday, rotation holiday." Xia Shu waved.

"Can I still drive a police car on a shift? Isn't it a private use of the bus?" Kazuma said.

"You can't say that. We drove the police car to just put this on top when we needed reinforcements and then go for reinforcements." Xia Shu spread his hands together, "You should praise us for our enthusiasm for work."

Kazuma shrugged and ignored Natsuki's sophistry.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Are you planning to cruise along the seashore?" He asked Xia Shu.

Xia Shu shook his head: "No, we are going to go 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. Taking a shortcut will not cause traffic jams.

Kazuma doesn't know the current time, after all, there is no watch, so he looked at the position of the sun in the sky, and then replied, "Go to Kamakura now. It's night time, right?"

"The sea at night is beautiful, especially this kind of sunny day." Natsuki gave a thumbs up to Kazuma.

Unexpectedly, Xia Shu looked like an uneducated elder sister, but in fact, she was quite stylish.

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

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

At this time, Kobayakawa spoke: "Then let's stop first, you can talk about it carefully."

"Hey!" Xia Shu exclaimed, "We finally took turns off! This guy is a trouble maker! As soon as he said this, I smelled a super troublesome smell!"

Before the voice fell, Kobayakawa had already drove the car into the roadside area for people to turn around and stopped.

Xia Shu sighed: "Oh. Okay, boy, talk about what you are going to do."

**

An hour later, Natsuki and Kobayakawa carried Kazuma, left the more prosperous coast, and drove on the seaside road with relatively few people.

The bicycle that Amo lent to Kazuma was tied with a rope above the trunk, which looked like the car was carrying a burden.

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

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

Kobayakawa said: "The Fudoshin development plan is to make use of these coasts. You can see the construction site for the first phase of reclamation, and you can see the fort ruins of Odaiba."

Kazuma gave an "Oh" and suddenly saw a lonely shop on the side of the road, and hurriedly asked, "There is a ramen shop here? Where are the customers?"

"There is the base of the Metropolitan Police Mobile Corps nearby, and the main customers should be the people there." Kobayakawa paused. "Before the war, it was said that the navy's test flight field was also here. From time to time, you would see aircraft pulling aircraft from the factory to the test flight field. Bullock cart."

Kazuma wondered if I should be surprised here.

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

But Kazuma is not a modern Japanese, but a Chinese in the future. He has heard all these things in his previous life and mixed with military forums. At that time, military enthusiasts referred to old Japan as "poor imperialism."

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

"I'm a student of Eastern University." Kazuma moved out this reason, "I knew what you said when I reviewed the exam."

"So that's how the East University students are." Kobayakawa smiled.

Xia Shu: "People are different from us. Even if you come in to be a police officer, you can start with the police department directly. If you stay at the grassroots level for nine months, you will be at the police department. If you take the special examination route, you can still wear a gold watch."

Kazuma smiled slightly, and did not say more about the future that Xia Shu helped him plan for.

Kobayakawa brought the topic back: "In short, the kind of hidden place that Kiryu-kun wanted to find should be on this section of the coast. The bustling port area can't hide people unless someone answers it."

"But this place is far away from the bridge where the guy fell into the water." Xia Shu took the stubbornly. "I don't think he can swim so far, even with the currents. Humans can't do it. In the end. Why can you conclude that he is not dead?"

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

"Are you a woman? Intuitive all day long!" Xia Shu vomited unceremoniously.

Kobayakawa continued to drive the car steadily.

**

When the sun went down, Kobayakawa parked his car by the railing of Bopoti.

Kazuma asked: "What's the matter? Stop driving?"

Kobayakawa: "The U.S. military base is in front. He can't hide in the U.S. military base, right?"

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

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

Kazuma can see the lights on the aircraft carrier parked in the base with my own eyesight.

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

The people of KGB...should not run into the US military base, right? Although the black under the lamp theory has its truth, but...no one really implements it like this, right?

Kazuma After thinking about it, I think it’s better to take a binoculars or something to be on the safe side. What if you happen to see a building suitable for hiding?

He turned to Xia Shu and said, "Can you lend me a telescope or something?"

"We do have binoculars, but we still advise you not to do this." Xia Shu said, turning his mouth to the side.

Kazuma turned his head and saw a motorhome parked on the shore in the distance.

"That might just be an ordinary RV to watch the sunset?" Kazuma said.

"Yes, it is possible, but it may also be a gongan or even a CIA car. Recently, a US aircraft carrier wandering the Indian Ocean to support Afghanistan has a home port in Yokohama." Xia Shu said.

Kazuma: "You know the international situation quite well?"

"I'm a man-in-law." Xia Shu said as she raised her hand and lifted her short hair, her exaggerated pectoral muscles shook with this movement.

Kazuma thought for a while, but could only be stunned: "Okay...then both of you will get tired and send me home."

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

"Sorry, but we are going to Kamakura to see the sea at night. It's a good way to go from here. Come on yourself, boy!"

Kazuma holds the handlebar of the bicycle: "This...so far!"

"Relax, peace of mind, we will use the radio to notify friends, go to your house and tell your sister in advance that you are all right!"

Xia Shu got into the car while talking.

Kobayakawa took out the lunch and barley tea given by Chiyoko from the back seat and put it into the bicycle basket, turned around and got on the car, pulled the seat belt, and started the car.

Xia Shu waved to Kazuma: "Bye bye."

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

However, Kazuma thought, let the two elder sisters buy me a meal at noon, and it would not be a loss.

He set up his bicycle, sat down on the railing of Bottega, opened the lunch box that had not been moved, and ate the barley tea while looking at the sea.

**

Yamada suddenly heard a radio call: "Hey, Junsuke, are you listening? Excuse me, you go to the Kiryu Dojo to tell his sister that Kiryu is now placed near Yokohama by us and wants to ride home."

Yamada was so excited that he almost broke the pencil's refill. He immediately turned the radio sound to the maximum and listened with breathlessness.

"Natsuki? I'm listening, Kiryuu Kazuma you said, is that Kiryu?"

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

Yamada is ready, write down the address of the Kiryu Dojo, and it will be fine tomorrow-no, you can go to a showdown with him when he recovers.

However, the voice of "Junsuke" came on the radio: "I know. I'm a traffic policeman, this kind of thing is clean. I'll stop by after 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 photo of Kobayakawa's swimsuit...Oh oh oh oh you drive carefully!"

After speaking, the radio went off.

Yamada hurriedly adjusted the radio, but couldn't find the next conversation anymore. It seemed that the communication was indeed over.

He knocked **** the table.

But then he thought of another thing: Now Kiryuu Kazuma is near Yokohama!

why?

Suddenly, Yamada felt agitated, with a cold sweat behind his back.

Kiryuu Kazuma is looking for me.

He knew I was not dead.

But it seems that he did not get the support of the Japanese police and gongan, just a personal action.

This guy is really dangerous! Very dangerous!

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

At this moment, in addition to the desire to find the place back, Yamada has a second motivation to kill Kiryuu Kazuma in his heart.

The implanted loyalty is burning fiercely.

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

A real agent will not expose himself because of his recklessness.

Immediately afterwards, Yamada frowned.

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

--what happened?

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

Although Yamada was very anxious to rush out of the safe house and look for Kiryuu Kazuma which was still near Yokohama, his reason suppressed his impulse.

First of all, Yokohama is also very big. There is only information such as "He is in Yokohama." Finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Secondly, now he rushes out and is caught by the U.S. military before he can find someone.

He gritted his teeth and gave up his plan to leave the safe house, and focused on observing the situation outside through the periscope.

**

At this time, in the US military base, Admiral Hawke was instructing the US military to carry the Stinger missile from the C130 that had just landed into a civilian container.

Yasuda, the captain of the ocean-going container ship Camellia Maru, stood by the colonel cautiously.

Generally, the captain of cargo ship loading and unloading does not care. The captain has a relatively detached position on the ship. He will only take over the ship when entering and leaving the port and emergency situations. The daily affairs are all taken care of by the first, second and third officers.

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

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

Colonel Hawke turned around and handed the handover form with the words "small appliances" to Captain Yasuda: "There are a total of 100 Stinger missiles, which are enough to wipe out the doe helicopters of a Soviet paratrooper brigade. If anything goes wrong, Captain Yasuda, Do you know the consequences?"

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

"Relax. The Soviet navy can't cross the Tsushima Strait. You are safe throughout the journey. Just drive to the designated port to unload the cargo." After that, Colonel Hawke patted Captain Yasuda on the shoulder, "Yes, I said last time. Thing..."

"Oh, I know, the company asked me to forward this to you. Thank you very much for choosing our ship." Captain Yasuda took out a thick kraft paper package, "This is all good tobacco!"

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

Speaking, he took a new Cuban cigar out of his pocket and held it on his mouth. Then he took the "tobacco".

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

Colonel Hawke gestured to the adjutant next to him.

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

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

The container truck lights up its headlights and the engine roars.

In the distance, another C130 flashed night lights and slowly landed at the end of the runway.

**

It was the same night in Minato.

"Your mother, D, the Koreans are so late? (Your mother, why are these Koreans so late the person in the co-pilot position complained in Cantonese in the Buick parked in the transfer yard between the containers.

The person in the back seat was smoking a cigarette quietly, looking not in a hurry. He gave the co-pilot a blank look and said in Japanese: "Speak Japanese. How many times have you spoken it, just follow the customs in the countryside."

There are several cars parked next to the Buick.

However, the people in the other cars have already got off, carrying AKs to guard their surroundings.

Yes, carrying AK.

After all, the other party is also armed with heavy firepower, so I have to be careful.

A machine gun was also installed on the van behind.

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

The guy who had been looking at the tower crane was a bearded guy. He knocked on the window of the Buick when he saw the flashing light and said in Japanese: "Brother, the Koreans are here."

The person 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 people in the Buick made a gesture, and all the cars here turned on the high beams at the same time, and the modified 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 long spears.

Wearing a toad mirror, Qiu Dong got out of the car and shouted at the Buick: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, don't you need to do this?"

The man in the back seat of the Buick smoked one last puff, and then pressed the cigarette out of the palm of his beard.

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

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

"I guess, the information means that our real boxing club is colluding with Kanto in Japan to catch you all at once, right? In fact, we have received similar information."

"Mr. Zhang" laughed and said teasingly: "Then you say, is it the Kanto United side that wants to kill us together?"

Qiu Dongwan laughed loudly: "Then they are too unaware of themselves!"

The moment the voice fell, the observation post on the tower crane behind Mr. Zhang opened fire.

Qiu Dongwan immediately threw himself aside, obviously he was very familiar with how to deal with snipers.

Some Koreans yelled: "Assi, it's an ambush!"

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

But Mr. Zhang ran back quickly, jumped onto the front of the Buick, slid all the way through the hood and hid on the other side of the engine.

Even Kalashnikov could not penetrate the engine to threaten Mr. Zhang behind.

The beard shot here, and the Korean who fired was headshot.

"Stop!" Mr. Zhang stopped loudly, "It's a misunderstanding! Use the radio to ask why the tower crane shot!"

As soon as the voice fell, a large group of people waving steel pipes rushed out from all directions.

The Koreans originally had Qiu Dongwan also stopping the counterattack, so he shouted directly at the scene: "Mr. Zhang, you better have a reason I can accept!"

His subordinates fired again, and fired at the pole-wielding guy who rushed over.

On Mr. Zhang's side, his beard turned his muzzle and he was about to hit him. Mr. Zhang jumped out from behind the car and held down his weapon: "Are you stupid? Where can Ji Dao cut people have such inconsistent clothing? Just their entanglement, Are you unfamiliar? There is a problem! Throw the shock bomb and withdraw!"

As soon as the voice fell, the first wave of shock bombs was thrown out.

Fu Shou helped everyone rush into the car with the shocking sound and light effects.

But the fastest enemy has already arrived.

In the next moment, this group of people was put down neatly by the butts of their rifles.

The car of the Fushou Gang hadn't stalled, and it started quickly. Buick with a bunch of bullet holes in the engine rushed to the scheduled retreat.

The other cars followed one by one, and the van finally came in line.

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

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

The motorcade left in vain, and the zombies waving steel pipes chased them in vain.

The Koreans were still shooting and besieging the enemy. Some gunmen saw that Fu Shou had run away and wanted to turn the gun, but Qiu Dongwan held it down.

"The action failed, we also withdrew." Qiu Dongwan said.

So the Koreans got into the car while suppressing the besieging guy on their side with firepower, and began to retreat.

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

"Humph." Qiu Dongwan sneered, "Of course not. I didn't expect the Fushou Gang to fire on the crowd. Other than that, they are all in the plan. Are your anti-tank mines still there?"

Xing Jishang frowned: "Still, why, are you going to plot against Mr. Zhang?"

"How could it be successful~lightnovelpub.net~ The Japanese blew so loudly, this time we wrote them back."

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

"Yes, but we will also suffer heavy losses under the double blow of machine guns and snipers. However, if I die in the exchange of fire just now, you will probably be very happy?" Qiu Dongwan said without concealment, while using sharp Staring at Xing Jishang's profile.

Xing Jishang: "It's not about being happy or unhappy. We are all gears serving great goals. We don't need sorrow and joy."

He answered like a "part" produced by a standard 5971 plan.

Qiu Dongwan sneered.

The convoy exited the gate of the terminal at exactly this time.

After Qiu Dong looked at an inconspicuous car parked not far from the gate of the pier, he suddenly fell silent.

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

"Bai Feng, the chairman of the summit, and his son Bai Fengzhang." Qiu Dongwan said calmly, "and you have to be careful not to blow up with Bai Feng Yuyin, the young master of the summit."

"Why?" Xing Jishang asked suspiciously.

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

As the voice fell, a police siren sounded in the distance.

The detectives in the fourth class of the Metropolitan Police Department, as usual, came out to clean up the mess after the Ji Dao had almost played, and took the dead Ji Dao head back to receive the reward, like a group of vultures.

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