Outside, outside the yellow cordon, countless media people were intercepted by a group of black-clothed people who suddenly appeared, and took them away, robbing them of their camera equipment and various communication equipment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The local media in Japan are naturally very obedient, but those media people from abroad have resisted, saying that the Japanese are too arrogant and unreasonable.

Business vehicles kept pouring in from all directions, and many big people who received the news rushed to the scene, and above the sky, a helicopter landed on the roof of a nearby building, and before the plane stopped, Iga Chunqiu jumped off the helicopter with two disciples.

In the night, Iga Chunqiu squinted at the scene on the street downstairs, and frowned slightly: "Why haven't these media people been cleared out yet?"

"Soon, at least the video equipment of those media people has been confiscated, and in a few minutes they will be forcibly taken away. A middle-aged man said respectfully.

Another young man who looked to be in his thirties looked at Iga Chunqiu respectfully and said, "Master, there are two god-level soldier kings among them, and the other eight are all sss-level individual soldier kings, plus the god-blessed stimulant they have in their hands, the combat power of these people will be very terrifying, if we rush in, we may be in danger." ”

Iga Chunqiu looked calm and said, "This is something that cannot be helped. The honor of the empire cannot be trampled under the feet of a terrorist organization, if we bow our heads this time, the empire will not only be unable to account to the countries of the world, but will also be held by the AS organization to a certain handle. ”

"But if you act rashly, the hostages will ......," said the young man, not without concern.

Iga Chunqiu waved his hand and interrupted the disciple's words: "If we rush in, those people from the AS organization will only come to deal with us at the first time, as for those hostages, they will always die, but even if we don't do this, those hostages will be slowly killed." In such a situation, it is natural that everything must be in the interests of the empire. What if we sacrifice more than 200 hostages?"

"Everyone else is easy to say, but the beloved daughter of the Murakami Councilor and the pearl of the Saito family, the two of them are not trivial, and if something happens because of our actions, I am afraid that it will be very troublesome afterwards. ”

"Whether it's the Qi Teng Eagle or the Murakami Tree, even if they have an opinion, they don't dare to come to me. After Iga Chunqiu finished speaking, he jumped directly down.

If there are outsiders, their faces will be bloodless, although this building is not very high, but there are dozens of floors, just jump down like this, can this old guy still be able to soar through the clouds, is it a fairy?

The two people who came with Iga Chunu were his two proud disciples.

Floating Light and Flowing Shadow are the two masters known to the world when Iga Spring and Autumn sat down, but as early as more than a year ago, Flowing Shadow had already died in the hands of Xiao Qiang when he was sent to kill Xiao Qiang, and Floating Light Shadow lost one.

The middle-aged man was Fumitsu, and the other young man who had raised a lot of questions before, his name was Takeshita Jiansheng, who was the eldest son of Takeshita Siguang and the eldest brother of Takeshita Jianshi, who was killed by Xiao Qiang in Mexico City.

In the generation of the Iga family's fast sword stream, Takeshita Kensheng's kendo level is stronger than the floating light and flowing shadow, and the talent is higher, although he is younger than the floating light and the flowing shadow, and he is not so famous, but in fact, his talent in kendo is higher, and he is the most favored by Iga Chunqiu.

Iga Chunqiu suddenly jumped down, although he was very confident in the cultivation realm of the master, but Takeshita Jiansheng and Fuguang were still startled, and hurriedly rushed to the edge of the rooftop to look down.

In the dark, Iga Chunu's body was like a gecko attached to the plexiglass wall of the building, and his body continued to slide downward flexibly, pausing to reduce the speed and momentum of the downward rush after each time he descended to a certain height.

Fukiko and Kensei Takeshita glanced at each other at the same time, and they both saw the real fear in each other's eyes.

Japan is known for ninjutsu, ninjutsu gives people a sense of mystery and power, but as a ninjutsu master, the construction and floating light are clear, ninjutsu pays more attention to speed to achieve the effect of blinding the eyes, and more ninjutsu need props to be perfectly displayed.

For example, they can jump from this building without dying, but they must use one prop, which is a sliding rope.

But now, Iga Chunqiu didn't use any props, and just slid along the smooth glass wall of the building to the bottom with his strong skills, and this kind of ability to control power is really a bit shocking.

Iga Haruharu jumped like a ghost from the top of a 20-story building and landed on the street below, without alarming some nearby pedestrians.

He squeezed into the crowd and walked straight to the bar.

Soon, a vigilant team composed of the Japanese military and police found him and immediately reached out to intercept him, but Iga Chunu ignored them, and his body shook suddenly, and he drilled directly between those people.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Several soldiers immediately turned their guns on Iga Chunu, and their actions also alarmed some military leaders and important officials in the vicinity.

"This is Mr. Iga, don't be rude. One of the highest-ranking soldiers in the field recognized Iga Chunu and immediately scolded him, while quickly running towards Iga Chun's side.

However, Iga Chunu did not pay any attention to the officer's meaning, he still strode towards the bar, but the back of his head seemed to have eyes, and he knew that the officer was running towards him, only to see him wave his hand and say, "Disperse these people and block all news!"

"Hey!"

The officer, apparently well aware of Iga Chun's terrifying position and influence in the country, was absolutely obedient when he heard this, and immediately ordered the crowd of onlookers to disperse and block all news about the bar.

Inside the door of the bar, two terrorists from the AS organization were guarding the door, but they were also vigilant about the situation in the hall. Suddenly, they saw a figure approaching this direction, and the two immediately pointed their guns at it, and one of them shouted, "Stop, report your name." ”

"Iga Spring and Autumn. ”

Iga Chunu's voice was vigorous and powerful, and at the same time, it carried a deep and terrifying fear that seemed to come from the Infernal Hell, which was inexplicable.

The two terrorists were stunned, and one of them immediately turned around and shouted to Jack inside, "Boss, there is a man here, saying that his name is Iga Chunu." ”

In the bar, Jack was staring at the group of hostages who had not yet been searched, expecting the scene of death being searched, but when he suddenly heard the name Iga Chunu, he couldn't help but change his face suddenly, and suddenly looked back at the door, and at the same time shouted: "Stop him!"

The two terrorists at the door were not weak, although one turned back to ask Jack, but the other was staring at the black shadow, when Jack's voice came into the ears of the two, the terrorist who was staring at Iga Chunqiu decisively pulled the trigger, and the terrorist who reported to Jack also reacted quickly, turned his head to look outside for the first time, and the muzzle of the gun also moved, trying to lock on to the other party.

"Da !!"

Fearful gunshots rang out wildly, and flames erupted from the muzzle of the gun.

Iga Haru's figure remained in place, and several bullets passed through his figure.

But this is no longer Iga Chunu's real body, just an afterimage of him left there.

It's so fast that it can leave a series of afterimages in the enemy's vision, and this speed has definitely reached an unimaginable level.

A dazzling white light flashed in the doorway.

Two blood swords flew into the void.

The two terrorists guarding the gate froze in place, no longer moving, and a black figure passed between their bodies like a ghost, rushing into the bar.