"Over there, that Chinese policewoman is over there!"

"Quick, catch her, don't let her escape back to Huaguo!"

With a burst of shouting, the dozen or so people with pistols quickly surrounded them. The three of Ye Xing were surrounded in the middle, and more than a dozen black muzzles were pointed at them.

"Then the policewoman of Huaguo has passed out, what should I do with two tourists here?"

"Kill them all together!"

"It's not good, it's going to be a problem to kill the tourists! Hey, look, the files are there, I'll get them back!"

One of the men in a black suit immediately walked towards Ye Xing, and directly reached out and grabbed the document in Ye Xing's hand, wanting to snatch it brutally.

"Get out!" Ye Xing lightly spit out a word, and directly flew up and kicked the man in the black suit on the lower abdomen.

Suddenly—

"Bang!"

The body of the man in the black suit flew upside down like a broken sack and slammed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The rest of the dozen or so men in black suits around them were all shocked.

"This person is a practitioner, and it is likely that he is also a police officer of the Chinese country! Murakita-kun, what should we do?"

"What else can I do, take advantage of the fact that there is no one now, just kill them!" The leader named Murakita Jun directly aimed his gun at Ye Xing's head and quickly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot out of the chamber and shot towards Ye Xing at an unparalleled speed, and it was about to hit Ye Xing's head.

However, at this moment, an incredible scene happened.

I saw Ye Xing raise his hand slightly, the speed seemed to be slow and fast, forming an afterimage, and the sharp bullet was easily sandwiched between the index finger and the middle finger with a slight clamp between the two fingers.

"Clank!"

The bullet fell to the ground and smashed against the stone with a crisp clattering sound.

There was silence all around, and the dozen or so men in black suits all stared at the incredible scene in front of them.

Catch bullets with your bare hands!

This kind of thing has always only existed in TV dramas, and only the most powerful ninjas have such skills, and it is impossible to exist in reality. However, at this moment, they witnessed this unbelievable scene with their own eyes.

"Die!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

The terrifying Innate True Yuan erupted from Ye Xing's body like a wild horse, and in an instant, the entire forest flew sand and rocks, falling leaves and winds, and the energy instantly condensed into a fierce innate sword qi!

With Ye Xing as the center, ten thousand swords are fired together, and the sword qi is roaring vertically and horizontally!

"Whew!" "Poof!" "Ahh

"Poof!" "Poof!"

The screams stopped abruptly, and in a time when they couldn't breathe, the dozen or so men in black suits were all strangled on the spot by the innate sword qi, or the center of the eyebrows, or the heart, or the throat, there were red blood holes, blood trickled, and the horror in those eyes gradually turned into dead gray, all life was dead, and a corpse fell in a pool of blood.

"Xianggong, who are these people?"

"I don't know!" Ye Xing shook his head and said, "Look at their costumes are a bit like the gangsters, and it may be from other departments!"

The fallen leaves were swaying, and a few blood-stained fallen leaves gradually fell to the ground, and the silence in the forest returned again, except for a dozen more corpses on the ground, it was the same as before.

"It's not suitable to stay here, Mengxue, we have to go back to China!" Ye Xing put the body of the short-haired girl Feng Qi into the Qiankun bag, and looked at Mengxue Dao.

"Okay, then let's go home!" said Yutai Mengxue.

"Well, you use your mobile phone to book a flight in the afternoon, and I'll make a call!" Ye Xing immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of Instructor Xu of the dark group.

"Toot-" "Toot toot!"

After the phone rang twice, it was finally connected.

"Hey, hey, it's Instructor Ye, it's really rare, how come you have time to take the initiative to call me!" came the teasing voice of Instructor Xu of the secret group on the phone.

"Xiao Qi has an accident. Ye Xing said in a deep voice: "She was shot in the chest!"

"What?" Instructor Xu's voice trembled visibly on the phone, and he said anxiously, "Then she's now-"

"Don't worry, there is basically no danger to her life now, I am ready to take her back to China!" Ye Xing said.

"Take her back to China? She's so badly injured that she probably can't withstand the bumps, can you take her to the doctor first-"

"No, it won't be bumpy, and I'm afraid it's not easy to find a hospital in Japan with her identity. Ye Xing said: "I will bring her back to China safely, I have already booked a flight for the afternoon, and I can arrive in Fushi before about eight o'clock." ”

"That'...... After arriving in Fushi, please take her to the Southern Military Region Hospital. ”

"Okay, no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xing immediately left Mount Fuji with Mengxue. At around 4 p.m., he left Japan by plane and headed for China.

At this moment, in a luxury building in the eastern capital of Japan.

In the large and luxurious room, a middle-aged man with a centipede-like scar on his face is sitting on a leather sofa chair and playing with a photo in his hand, and two tall and beautiful girls are obediently helping him beat his legs and massage them.

"Dabin, do you think this woman in the photo is beautiful!" asked the middle-aged man with the scar looking at the photo in his hand with blazing eyes.

Next to the sofa, the straight and burly man glanced at the photo, nodded and said, "Beautiful, it's the most beautiful I've ever seen in my life." But now that computer technology is so advanced, it may be software retouching—"

"No, no, no-" The middle-aged man with the scar shook his head and said, "I have asked the retoucher, this photo has no traces of modification, this is a photo without makeup! ”

"This is the first time I've seen so many beautiful women in this photo, and this is the first time I've seen so many beautiful women. The middle-aged man with the scar couldn't put his fingers down and stroked the photo.

"President Muto, this photo must have been retouched by PS, and this skin must have been whitened and retouched. At this time, the tall massage girl under her happened to catch a glimpse of the photo and was not convinced.

"Baga, what do you know, who told you to speak!" The middle-aged man with the scar turned gloomy, and with a 'bang', he directly pulled out the knife next to him and stabbed at the tall girl.

"Ah!" the tall girl screamed in terror, her neck ached, and she thought she was dead, but when she opened her eyes, she found that the knife had not cut her throat, but it had landed on her neck, and the blade had cut through her skin, and blood was spilling out.

"The president spares his life, and the president Muto spares his life!" the tall girl begged for mercy in fear, and the other tall girl next to her also trembled with fear.

"You remember to me, women are just men's toys and objects, without my consent, if you dare to speak without permission next time!" The scarred middle-aged man's long knife moved down, the tip of the knife cut through the surface skin of the tall girl, and the red blood overflowed, and the tall girl was in great pain, but she didn't dare to resist at all.

With a trace of blood, the tip of the knife slashed through the pipa bone, and finally stopped at the heart of the chest, "Next time you dare to talk more, this is where I stabbed!"

"Get out—"

"Yes, yes, thank you President Muto for sparing your life, thank you President Muto for sparing your life!" the tall girl turned pale and frightened, and hurriedly exited the room.

"President Muto, you're scared of the beauty!" The burly man next to the sofa said, "This Shimada Yi's beauty can be ranked in the top 30 in our country, and you were very fascinated before!"

"Hehe, so what? This kind of rouge and vulgar powder, this president has long been tired of playing!" The middle-aged man with the scar pursed his lips in disdain, and instead stared at the photo in his hand with a blazing gaze, and the scar on his face wriggled like a centipede.