When Du Xiongbing heard this, he slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Yinyue silently.

"Can you help me?"

Ye Yinyue nodded.

Du Xiongbing slowly lowered his head.

"You go, this is my business, maybe the most guilty thing in my life, something that can't be done, in the middle of nowhere, it's okay to be an old ghost who dies silently. Maybe this is fate, there are too many powerless fates. ”

"I did it, it was fate if I didn't do it, I didn't do it all the time, it was cowardice!"

"Cowardice, you say I'm cowardly!"

Du Xiongbing jumped up from his chair at once, as if he was not an old man, but a warrior.

Du Xiongbing stared at Ye Yinyue, as if he was spewing fire in his eyes.

As a killer, Ye Yinyue has never been afraid, from the moment he became a killer, Ye Yinyue deleted all the fear in his body.

But at this moment, Ye Yinyue looked at the beast-like eyes, but her heart trembled.

Ye Yinyue knew that he had said the wrong thing, and it was the first time that he had such a scene that overwhelmed him.

Ye Yinyue has experienced a rain of bullets, but what is his rain of bullets in Du Xiongbing's eyes? What's more, that bullet, I don't know how many times it turned in Du Xiongbing's body, before he experienced that kind of look. Ye Yinyue has seen corpses and created corpses, but Du Xiongbing has experienced a mountain of corpses, and that corpse has enemies and comrades.

Perhaps, the killer's blood is cold, while the warrior's blood is fiery, which is the biggest difference between Ye Yinyue and Du Xiongbing.

Ye Yinyue didn't dare to look at Du Xiongbing anymore, and Du Xiongbing slowly lowered his head:

"The enemy will only make me angry and brave, and my own incompetence has made me a cowardly old man, you are right, I am cowardly!"

Du Xiongbing turned around and sat on the bench under the eaves, holding his white-haired head with both hands.

Ye Yinyue looked at Du Xiongbing's back, how many times Ye Yinyue had seen it, and she had the impression that Du Xiongbing was tough and tall, but this time, Ye Yinyue looked at the back so thin and lonely. In a trance, Ye Yinyue felt that this person was like his grandfather, although he didn't have a grandfather.

"I can really help you, it's not just that you saved me and I repay you, but there are other things. ”

"Something else?"

"Yes, I'm cold, I need something as hot as you!"

Du Xiongbing stood up, looked at Ye Yinyue, and then slowly walked into the back room, took out a photo, and handed it to Ye Yinyue.

"This is my medal of merit, and it is also the proudest thing in my life, and it is the most hateful thing in my life. ”

Ye Yinyue took it, and it was a black-and-white photo of a Japanese officer holding a Japanese saber.

"His name is Watanabe Sanhe, it was he who occupied Walnut Mountain and built fortifications, and under the Walnut Mountain, he left the bones of more than a thousand of our brothers, as well as the people who were grabbed by the devil to repair the fortifications, countless bones, which were given by him, and the tiger baby was stabbed by him with a knife. ”

Du Xiongbing wiped his tears, but he was suddenly arrogant:

"Later, we rushed up and went all the way into his fortifications, hit Watanabe Sanwa's war room, hit his desk, and the photo was taken from there, except that Watanabe Sanwa evacuated early. ”

Du Xiongbing shook his head a little regretfully.

Ye Yinyue looked at the photo, it was just a photo, but it was so heavy. That's right, he holds in his hands a little-known piece of history, something hated by the heroic souls of countless unsung heroes.

At that moment, Ye Yinyue felt the heat in her heart.

"If he were alive now, I would leave him dead!"

Ye Yinyue took the photo, turned around and left, yes, he left with anger and hatred, and in the anger and hatred, Ye Yinyue had a little more blood in her heart.

It's the most important thing to put everything away. When Ye Yinyue embarked on the journey, his heart was not as calm as before, and the things in his heart made him re-examine himself.

"That's right, Du Xiongbing is right, I have to believe something!"

Ye Yinyue was packing her things, and the lady was holding red wine and leaning against the door frame.

"You're going out?"

"Go kill someone!"

"Where?"

"Japan!"

When Ye Yinyue said this word, she stopped and looked at the lady:

"I....... Me!"

"It's okay, you go, I said I wouldn't set foot in that place again, and it's not you!"

The lady turned and walked towards the drawing-room, and said as she went:

"I don't know who you're going to kill in that land, that's your business, but I want you to give you an extra shot or an extra knife when you kill?"

When Ye Yinyue heard this, she smiled and nodded:

"Definitely!"

The ever-flowing city, in Ye Yinyue's eyes, is always so quiet, noisy, the stench of the city and the smell of rubber, these things, he can shield himself, this is something he has had since he was a child.

Red slacks, white AJ, white T-shirt, a shoulder bag, messy hairstyle, a camera around his neck, a very fashionable but ordinary urban youth, buried in the streets of Tokyo.

After screening and screening self-information, it was only known that this Watanabe Sanwa was a fanatic who loved swords and swords, and after the war, he returned to Japan and accepted a disfigured industrial factory that had been bombed by the Americans, and nothing else.

Ye Yinyue used the identity she remembered, and it took a week to finally find the factory, but the former military industry became an automobile factory, and Watanabe Sanwa became a car predator with the help of the Americans.

No one knows the whereabouts of this Watanabe Sanhe, and it is rarely mentioned on the news, so there must be a lot of bodyguards around such a predator. The most important thing at the moment is to know the whereabouts of Watanabe Sanwa.

If you do something with your heart, sometimes God will help you, but Ye Yinyue doesn't believe in God, she only believes in herself.

The auction advertisements on the big screen were broadcast on a rolling basis, and among the many auction items, an unknown sword attracted Ye Yinyue's attention.

Ye Yinyue changed hands, took a brochure of the auction, turned to the page of the sword, and saw that it was a "bronze gilt chisel flower sword".

"Can this be his Japanese stuff?"

Ye Yinyue smiled slightly, muttering in her heart:

"Watanabe Sanwa, your death is here!"

Ye Yinyue didn't go anywhere else, but went to the auction venue, and the people at the venue were busy, preparing for the auction. Ye Yinyue turned to the back yard and saw the cars parked behind, the staff carrying wooden boxes, and the security guards with guns around them.

"Bagaya Road....@#$%$#%$^$%^"

A security guard suddenly appeared, pushed Ye Yinyue, and took away the camera. I didn't know what to say, but Yaga Lu Ye Yinyue understood.

"I didn't take pictures, I just went to the wrong place and couldn't get out, and I asked the security guard to show me the way. Ye Yinyue said in stiff Japanese.

The security guard turned on the camera, and there were some landscape photos inside, so he returned the camera to Ye Yinyue and pointed to the door behind him.

Ye Yinyue left very familiarly.