Updated: 2013-03-22

At that time, Chiyo Momura, who was scared away by Tangning, did not think about leaving Zhengzhou, leaving China, and returning to Japan. Because he had been frightened by the fact that he was able to silently infiltrate the barrier and seal the theoretically irreversible Porokepanifa that had been activated. In his eyes, this is no longer just a matter of cultivating to a high level. It also involves some kind of magical ability with a function against the sky, not only can he not deal with it, but even those elders of the family may not have the ability to take it. This must have alarmed some unknown Chinese power. At that time, the reason why he was able to get off the rabbit was not because people let him go, but because he couldn't take care of it for the time being, he must have taken Junko Kasahara away first, and then turned back to find him. Find him Momura Chiyo.

He is crazy, he is arrogant, but he is not stupid, when he knows that the difference in strength cannot be reasoned, it is the difference between life and death. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He's like a rabbit that can scare heart disease with the slightest noise, a panicked rabbit.

But when he returned to the station and wanted to leave for the airport, his face was sad, but a word from Seiichi Watanabe, who had crazy eyes, reminded him.

"Have you ever thought about what the consequences will be if you return to Japan? Inukai-sama has a deep relationship with the Imperial Family, and the Ink Village family is one of the supporting families behind the Imperial Family. It has always paid attention to honor, the honor of the royal family, and the honor of the family, which are the highest honors that no one can denigrate. The mission fails, and the honor is dusty, so what will happen to you, as the initiator?"

In normal times, Watanabe would not dare to say it in front of Momura Chiyo even if he had a hundred guts, but now he forgot how terrifying he was to be afraid of this woman-like shemale man. The mission failed, and his outcome was doomed. Die. Since sooner or later it is death, then it is known that death is not afraid. It's better to fight to the death! You Momura Chiyo want to leave me and run? No way!

Chiyo Momura, who has a charming face, a flat chest, a thin waist, long legs, and a figure that is more enchanting than a real woman, was stunned and stunned. Staggered back, lost sight, and sat down in a chair. Although nearly five hours have passed, the pale face is still full of fear.

Walk, no, stay? That's more dangerous. It is possible to fall into the hands of Chinese thaumaturgists at any time and place. In order not to affect the family forces behind him, he has always been proud that he will become the first abandoned son of the family's descendants since he entered the world, and even if he dies, he will die without dignity in the spurning of the clan. Although there is a "five/non-violation" clause that is commonly observed by thaumaturgical circles in all countries of the world, it is like a real sword of Damocles hanging high above the head and neck, but under this deterrent power, it is not really clear and fishless. Like undercover spy agents, many of them infiltrated other countries early. Everyone is you and me, and I have you, but it is hidden very deep and has not been discovered. If you are discovered, then you are too stupid.

Chiyo Momura is not stupid, he is just unlucky. Before the real operation could be launched, it was discovered. It's not man's fault, it's the heavens who are mistaking him. Obviously out of control, he sat there with his head in his hands and let out a high-pitched howl hysterically. It stabbed Watanabe's eardrum and hurt. Deeply made him understand how terrifying the movement from the mouth of a shemale who is not a man or a woman once she starts a madness. What you hear is more of a nightmare than what you see. Just wanted to run, but the black shadow in front of him flickered, like a ghost, and Momura Chiyo's cloak blocked him and blocked the door.

"What do you know?" asked, taking a step forward, forcing Watanabe to take a step back. "What do you know? Huh, you waste soldier, say, what do you know?" shouted in a thin voice, asked again, and took another step forward, forcing Watanabe to retreat again and again, crackling, knocking the table over and over the chair, and the cups, porcelain saucers, and coffee pots fell to the ground and shattered. Feel the killing intent that slowly emanates from Chiyo Momura's body. Watanabe's throat was dry, his skin tightened, and his palms were drenched in a large amount of cold sweat. In the end, it is a professional soldier, and great fear can also stimulate the madness factor in the body. Once a person is crazy, he will suppress any fear, and even if he falls into a dead place, he will fight and live after death. No matter how bad it is, pull a cushion back. The madness in Watanabe's eyes condensed, and he quickly took a big step back, and quickly pulled out the miniature pocket pistol hidden on the outside of the calf, this firearm can only fire one bullet at a time, and can be broken down into scattered parts when entering the country, avoiding the search of airport customs, and then reassembled after entering the country, hiding behind the collar, cuffs, or carrying it on the outside of the calf like Watanabe Seiichi. It is one of the firearms used by professional agents.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the head of Chiyo Momura, who was approaching step by step, and with the cold killing intent emitted by the firearm, Watanabe Seiichi said coldly: "Don't mess around, Mr. Momura, things haven't reached the point where there is no turnaround, and you can think of another way." You and I are both people who don't admit defeat, as long as we don't reach the last step, there must be another way. Chiyo Momura stopped approaching, and Watanabe thought his threat had worked, but the hand holding the gun did not retract or relax, and the fingers holding the gun tightened again, and then struck while the iron was hot. "The key is to let Kuroki Jun die, die here, in the hands of the Chinese." It makes no difference whether it is a martial arts person, a Jianghu person, or an ordinary person. You can kidnap him, kill him, get a few Chinese present, and kill him as well. As long as we convince Wuyin Beichen that their young master died in China, and that he was killed by Chinese martial artists, we will succeed. Anyway, all the people are dead, who knows if it's true or not?

Chiyo Momura bowed his head slightly, and raised his hand to separate the long hair that covered the door. Hehe chuckled and let out a weird and terrifying laugh.

"You know what? I have alarmed a man whom even I am afraid, who is powerless to resist, who has discovered me, and now must have mobilized a lot of men to look for me, and I cannot show my face, and if I show up, I will die, and I will lose it, but it will be easy, very humiliating death. Do you understand?"

"You mean you can't show your face?"

Without waiting for Chiyo Momura to answer, just look at his expression. Watanabe Seiichi continued: "Then why don't you find help, call Inukai-sama directly, and ask him to send someone over to support." This mission is very important for the future layout of adults, I would like to ...... Adults won't say no. ”

"Reinforcements? yes! I didn't think of that. When we play together, we will have a great time...... Yes, get someone to come and help...... If you can't beat it alone, you can fight it together...... Why did I die myself, why didn't others die? Come, everyone come, everyone dies together...... Haha......" Chiyo Momura suddenly muttered as if he was nervous, and then laughed wildly, the phantom flashed in front of him, and he didn't see how he moved, and the gun in Watanabe's hand was in his hand. With five fingers closed, the silver pocket pistol was pinched into a silver pimple as if it were kneading dough. The pimple melted quickly, and a silvery metallic liquid dripped down between the fingers.