Out of the city to the southeast, there is a section of the highway leading to the airport in the middle of the location is very special, because the surrounding area is not like other sections of the river, a fertile field.

The terrain here is high in the east and low in the west, and it can be said that there are steep slopes, and there are still many ruins of ancient city walls made of huge blue-gray rocks on the surface. Such witnesses of history have left a lot in Henan, the ancient Central Plains. To this day, there are still many archaeologists in the world who have a special affection for this land of the Central Plains. Every spring and summer, many scholars, scientists and acupuncture heads come here for scientific investigation and treasure hunting.

It was night, it was dark, the stars were sparse in the sky, and the waning moon was barely visible behind the clouds, except for the occasional lingering shadow in the air for a few minutes.

About 50 meters to the east of the road, there is a steep slope more than 10 meters above the ground, the steep slope ridge covers an area of several hundred meters, and the slope is covered with waist-length artemisia grass and a large area of poplar and catalpa trees that are as thick as an adult's thigh. The trees are tall and dense, and the artemisia grass is waist-deep, and the view is downward, which is the highway leading to the airport.

I don't know if there was this forest at the time of the Anti-Japanese War, if it was also this kind of forest at that time, then this is a natural and excellent ambush place. As long as a few machine guns are set up here, they will definitely be able to eat up hundreds or even thousands of battalion and regimental troops in an instant.

The night wind is gusting, the leaves are fluttering, and there are a few strange whining sounds of the wind sweeping through the forest, and the current time is just past eleven o'clock in the night, and it is late at night. In such a quiet forest at night, the wind is ringing, and the timid people probably don't dare to stay in this kind of place for even a few seconds.

In the forest, there were dozens of black shadows scattered among the artemisia grass, under the darkness, their faces could not be seen clearly, their clothes were dressed, and their figures were all covered, they merged with the night and the woods, and they were not separated from each other. It's just an intermittent drumming of a deliberately suppressed murderous aura.

Directly in front of everyone, six black shadows gathered together, and from time to time there was a low sound of conversation. The voices are very strange, obviously speaking Chinese, but they are all very stiff, as if they have not spoken for a long time.

……

Chiyo Ink Village wants to kill people now, yes, he is angry now, very angry.

Things are getting to such a point that I can't even think of breaking my head beforehand. I asked for reinforcements from home, and the reply was quicker than expected. People also come very quickly, and it is impossible to go deep into the hinterland of China in such a short period of time, to Henan, to Zhengzhou.

Originally, I thought that I was the person in charge of the action plan. No matter who comes, they are in a subsidiary position, and even if they have the right to speak, they do not have the right to decide things, but the result is greatly unexpected by him. There were four men and one woman in the reinforcements, and none of them took him seriously, including the Indian Ah San and the Vietnamese monkeys, the Thai madman and the Chinese native. Unexpectedly, as the stupid woman who is also from Japan, Imoto no Sakura. actually dared to look down on him, thinking of her contemptuous eyes, the fire in Momura Chiyo's heart couldn't help but rise wildly.

Okay, okay, it's up to you now, uncle, I'll bear with it. Wait for the slaughter of the Kuroki boy and his party, Imoto no Sakura, if the uncle doesn't make you out of three hundred and sixty-five poses, and then bite you to death with insects, uncle, I won't call Momura Chiyo!

The waist-length long hair was scattered on both sides of the cheeks, because the long hair covered most of the face, only the palm-wide strip of the front face was exposed, the breath was eerie, the eyes were cold and gloomy, and the heart was silently finished, and he wanted to cry and roar silently to the sky without tears. Oh my God! Oh my God! What the hell is wrong with you?

As one of Japan's four oldest families, the Momura clan has been walking at the top of the pyramid for six years. Using the influence of the Mocun family and his own ability, he has done a lot of things, and his hands are also stained with all kinds of blood, kind, fierce, dirty, sinful, people who should not be killed, many of them ended up in his hands, in the mouth of an insider, when he mentioned this man who looked like a woman, he would shudder from the bottom of his heart. The prestige of the name is definitely one of the most potential rookies in the Qimen world in Japan. It is also one of the untouchable taboos.

This qiē was fine before he stepped into China. Why is it now reduced to the level of passer-by?

The huge contrast made the arrogant Chiyo Ink Village unacceptable, and he couldn't accept this result. Whether it is him personally or the prestige, dignity and face of the Mocun family, this situation will never be allowed.

But right now, it's not the time for him to make trouble, and Yiqiē takes completing the task as his primary purpose.

As long as Kuroki Junichi is dead, then there will be countless opportunities to take revenge, so that today's arrogant, incompetent, and uninformed juniors know what stupidity is, and death is coming.

"Chiyo Momura, are you sure that your target will take this path?" The stiff and rigid voice came from a tree six or seven meters away to the left behind him.

"Rest assured, my message is absolutely correct. It's just that...... Hum. Chiyo Momura's voice was no longer the same as before, with a charming tone as soon as the words came out, but eerie, the same cold.

"Huh, huh, are you a loser doubting my Menzo's strength? Huh?"

"Gaga, Mr. Menzo, in order to prove yourself, can you first have a little hand with Mr. Momura? I have heard for a long time that India's Qimen magic is broad and profound, mysterious and mysterious, and unique in the Qimen world in Southeast Asia, unlike the Hailong Temple where we live on an island, the reputation is not obvious, and it is just a response to the scene when I come out this time, and I have to rely on you to help the overall situation!"

The one who spoke behind a catalpa tree four or five meters to the right of Chiyo Momura was the best speaker of Chinese, but because of his naturally narrow vocal cords, the voice came out of his mouth, which sounded extremely hoarse, and there was a faint hissing noise, which made people listen to it, and couldn't help but have goosebumps on their skin, as if there were countless snakes winding in the grass around them.

"Gadu, if you want to talk about hypocrisy, it is estimated that you are the best at the moment. Who doesn't know that Thailand's Sea Dragon Temple has existed since the era of Rama IV, and it has been inherited for thousands of years. Then we might as well go back and wash and sleep. Why waste time squatting here in the middle of the night. ”

The voice was curling, and although he knew that this person was nearby, no one could hear which direction the voice was coming from. It was as if voices were echoing in all directions. There is only one person who speaks in this unique way, and that is a rookie from Vietnam, Nguyen Hung Hing. He was also the youngest present, but his ruthless heart was probably above everyone, and this person did not have an ordinary hatred for the Chinese, and in the short period of time he stepped into China, nearly double digits of people had died in his hands. There is no other reason, I just want to feel what it is like to kill Chinese and what it is like to have Chinese blood.

As one of the five people who came to help, he was the only one who was deeply jealous of Gadu from Thailand.

The two have similar personalities, they are both ruthless people, and the so-called same-sex rejection is not only about looking at each other unpleasantly on gender, but also in personality and behavior. If you have a sincere personality and a broad heart, then you can become friends at the first sight of meeting, on the contrary, you are eager to kill each other and be willing, which has nothing to do with right and wrong, benevolence, and morality, but nature. Nature is good, and nature is also evil.

Since the meeting, Ruan Xingxing has been targeting Gadu for another reason, that is, the two are also from Buddhism, but Gadu was born in the Phuket Sea Dragon Temple, which has a long history and has a high reputation, and he Ruan Xingxing is just an orphan raised by a poor old monk. The huge disparity in identity and background has to be said to be a source of hatred between each other.

"Hey, surnamed Ruan, I didn't offend you, did I ask myself, why did you target me everywhere?"

"It's not aimed at, isn't what I'm saying the truth? You accused Mr. Momura of being a loser and unworthy of leading this operation, do you have the qualifications yourself? Hmph, hypocrisy is extreme, being both a bitch and a torii. ”

A cold snap from above and below instantly hit the audience. Bursts of murderous intent.

"Vietnamese monkey, you want to die, I can fulfill you now!"

"Hmph, Thai black barbarian, do you really think that relying on the Sea Dragon Temple is a great bodhisattva? Come down and die!"

brush, a black shadow descended from the tree, and at the same time, another black shadow rose from the artemisia grass. Four or five meters apart, facing each other, the originally suppressed murderous aura suddenly detonated the audience.

Temporarily formed an alliance, the same camp, all came for the same thing, before the battle, each other was full of gunpowder, which was extremely unfavorable to the ambush war, but fortunately there was a woman present. Women, in some cases, are indispensable as a mediator to defuse tensions.

A coquettish laugh rang out lowly. Then another slender figure flashed out from behind the tree, and suddenly a sweet and greasy fragrance spread around the woman.

"Brother Gadu, Brother Ruan. Both of them are heroes in Sakurako's mind, and they must be able to distinguish priorities. Can you give Sakurako a face first, and then after the matter is over, then have another discussion? If this ruins the good deeds of that adult, I'm afraid the two eldest brothers will not be able to explain it afterwards, right? After all, we have accepted the benefits of that adult, and if we break today's affairs, Sakurako thinks, will it have some impact on the names of the two of you? Why don't you stop for the time being, even if you give Sakurako a face?"

The voice was sweet, sassy, soft, and greasy, as if there was something invisible in the air teasing the hearts of the men present.