On the roof of the commercial building 300 meters away, a huge sign with tiny neon lights is further above. www.biquge.info A man with a black blindfold stepped on the edge of the building's concrete railing with one foot, lifted a black suitcase from the side with his right hand, opened it, and took out what seemed to be a firearm part from it, and put it together bit by bit.

About twenty seconds later, Hikaru Tokugawa was standing at the edge of the building, leaning over and looking down. Above the roof, the west wind was blowing, and the man's robes were blowing. Beneath the floors of the building, chaos spreads, the crowd screams, and someone gets out of the black car and looks left and right. Mitsumasa Tokugawa picked up a newly assembled RPG, squinted his eyes and glanced at it blankly, his tongue sticking out, licking his lips and pulling the trigger.

The black smoke of the rocket, like the traces left by the plane as it passed through the sky, twisted into the fifteenth black car and the last private car of the black car convoy, and blew it all over. The people in the black car were not spared by the sudden attack, and in an instant the flesh and blood of the explosion were blurred, and the broken hand broke through the glass and flew out of the window. Soon after, the ruptured fuel tank triggered a second explosion, flames and smoke billowed and the road behind the street was blocked.

With a calm expression, Mitsumasa Tokugawa grabbed a rocket from the ammunition depot lined up on the side and loaded it into the barrel. His eyes flickered, and he quickly swept across the battlefield and locked on to his target. His index finger moved, and a line of black smoke emanated from his chest.

However, this time, Tokugawa Mitsumasa was obviously unlucky, as the rocket with a faltering trajectory missed the target vehicle and deflected away, crashing into a stone bench next to the black car, blowing the stone and the bronze statue behind it into pieces.

The door of the black car was struck by debris and the aftermath of the explosion, and the thin door was sporadically dented. The windows of the car were also shattered, but it is unknown whether they were shattered by the aftermath of the explosion or by the flying debris, but the people inside were intact.

The head of the Tokugawa family tilted his head, he picked up the third rocket with a flat expression, pushed it into the barrel, and in the afterglow, the sparkling light lit up from below, he slammed the barrel of the gun in his hand to the side, muttered something softly, and then hid behind the cover.

At this time, there are still thirteen black cars left on the scene, and the people in the cars are the backbone of the elite soldiers that the steel hand has spent several years of painstaking training and elimination, and has experienced extremely strict selection training and elimination. Deftly ducked into the side of the car, or opened the door as a cover, and from the glass window of the car, he made a frontal and fierce counterattack against Tokugawa Mitsumasa.

Under the indiscriminate firepower of a large area, this genius family master was unable to raise his head even if he had a strong ability to fight in a small area. He hunched over and shifted his position, dragging the barrel with one hand, stood up, and took the time to give another ......

Griffith and Tokugawa Mitsumasa had done research before, and they knew the size of the team and the habits of Tsunade, so they knew that they couldn't do it well. Jumping out of the shadows at this time is going to kill you.

So it wasn't long before Tsunade gradually took control of the situation with its strong firepower. The sound of glass shattering was heard from shops, buildings and residential buildings on both sides, and then an unknown number of big men came out from behind the windows, holding guns and even hand cannons at the crowd blocked in the streets, especially those who were hiding in black cars.

At this time, the tourists who had been passing through the streets were completely confused, screaming and wandering, some of them were swept by machine guns and fell in pools of blood, while others hid in their shops and lay on the ground, occasionally affected by the explosions and the aftermath of the battle, showing their pale and panicked faces. However, the small streets were densely populated, and after the gunshots, there was still chaos.

At this time, someone mixed in the crowd and shot at the people behind the black car, and several people on the black car side did not check and were shot dead on the spot. But the opponent's clever and decisive counterattack also followed, sweeping down a crowd of pedestrians.

In the chaos of gunfire, the two sides exchanged hands back and forth, and now the man at the top of the building deftly dodged and moved, throwing something like grenades and stun grenades from time to time - on the long street, there was a middle-aged man with a big back and a successful businessman who was shot in the thigh, fell to the ground in pain, shrunk his head and took out his mobile phone, he seemed to be trying to call for help or call the police. Then the car door next to him opened, and the man who got out of the car was wearing a black suit and holding a machine gun, and his eyes were cold to look at the enemy hiding behind the dark window, and he stepped on the blood-stained trembling fingers and mobile phone of the middle-aged man, and crushed it with a 'click'.

This man was wearing sunglasses, his expression was extremely indifferent, he stepped on the hand of the middle-aged man, and the gun sprayed a large area of fire snakes at the building not far away. The scorching shells jumped like sprinkled beans, smashing on the middle-aged man's fat and sweaty face......

After he got out of the car, two more men stepped out of the car, also dressed in black suits and black sunglasses. After the three of them got out of the car, they looked left and right, and another person suppressed the muzzle of the gun and pressed it towards a certain firing point. The last person also looked around, turned around and opened the back door, and at the same time, a sturdy man slowly walked out of the small shell.

"Mr. Steelhand, please go this way......"

In the sky, the trajectory of bullets and the black smoke of hand cannons rushed over people's heads, bullets cut through transparent spiral paths and crisscrossed the air, and the branches of the roadside locust trees that had lost their leaves swayed and snapped. The stones of the flower bed were also hit by stray bullets scattered in all directions, and the milky white stone chips were scattered, and there were fiber-like things swaying in the wind, carrying away with the wind.

The space around the steel hand is also densely covered with transparent intertwined ballistics, the flameshoots of the guns, close to the ears, and the air is divided and interspersed into line marks. The stout man frowned subconsciously, his gaze shining through the tiles and window edges into the glowing corners of the fire.

Not far away, a black sedan was hit through the roof by bullets from above. The thin curved iron plate is full of thin holes. The interior of the car was mostly shattered, the interior was crooked, and the driver's seat was filled with smoke and smoke at some point.

The black-clothed man hiding behind the car shrank in the shadows on the side of the car, and a man followed the arc of the car, holding a hand and holding a light machine gun in his hand desperately pulling the trigger. One of the men next to him was dead, leaning on his side against the car door. The other person was changing magazines.

The line of sight stretched out, and farther away, sporadic return fire and gunfire were sporadic like fireworks at midnight. As soon as someone stuck his head out from the back of the car, he was blown out in the head by an oncoming bullet......

Tsunade looked up at all this, in the firelight and smoke, the side of his face exposed to the light, Furui Wubo: "Flying wings, timberwolves, go deal with ......"

The sturdy man stood for a moment, then walked forward without stopping, he said these words with an expressionless face, and two of the men in black behind him paused, apparently the man known as the Flying Wing and the Timberwolf, and stopped on the spot. With Tsunade's calm but unmistakably majestic voices, they bent down, bowed slightly, and walked in the direction of a place where the flames of war were intertwined.

Two minutes later, the steel hand and the last man in black moved a distance of dozens of meters with the help of trees and green belts, and moved out of the area near the black car where the fire was most concentrated.

He looked back, and in the thick smoke, there were many figures, and the rain of bullets in the air was pouring and flying, but it was already much smaller.

Not far away, in the square shadows of the building, black dots were jumping and flashing. At the same time, thirty meters away, someone smashed glass and fell from the sky. The man was in mid-air, with his pistol in his hands at his waist, and fired a thumping shot at the shattered window......

The chaotic sound of gunfire rang out from the end of the long street, and in the sharp sound of breaking through the air one after another, the Iron Hand and the last of his men in black quickly broke through the defenses of the enemy who had emerged in vain, and approached the edge of the long street.

In the process, some of the gunmen in the attic or on the building noticed this, and the guns moved and fired, and the man in black named Iron Ball next to him stood alone on the side of the steel hand, and met the flying bullets - he held his head with his hands, and his body tensed into a strange shape. Bullets from all directions struck its muscles and skin, making a popping sound as if they had hit a piece of soft iron or hard rubber.

This man escorted the steel hand for a while in such a posture, and the majestic figure walked steadily and upright, and the pace under his feet did not change, and he never slowed down. But the suit on the black-clad Iron Ball next to him was pierced, and his hair was messy and a little embarrassed, revealing the white shirt and some sunken muscles inside.

Iron Ball, this person should be the ability to prefer external defense, probably combined with his own characteristics and minored in some hard qigong, and the bullets fired from hundreds of meters away were not fatal to him.

He escorted the middle-aged man named Tsunade for a while, and when he reached a flowerbed somewhere, the fluffy light of the day leaked through the cracks in the branches, and in the middle of it another cluster of bullets came in, some on the ground, others on the iron railing on the side of the road, and thump.

The glasses on Iron Ball's face were affected by the ricochet of metal, and the left lens and frame of the black sunglasses were shattered and disappeared, leaving only the right part hanging crookedly on the face.

He didn't care, he didn't care, his feet fell backwards, and before long, the place where the bullets had come was patronized by the shadows, and the sound gradually faded away.

Farther ahead, a liquid nitrogen truck pressed against a black sedan was thickly sealed under the ice, and it toppled over, and in the ice the vehicle was tipping to the ground and then half flipped again due to inertia, and the winter sun shone through the narrow skyline, glittering white.

In the first half of the long street, the illusory white air conditioner floated as light as jade, and the scenery behind the ice cubes was hazy, with faint human flows and vehicles shadowing in the transparent white air.

Closer to the exit, Nguyen Thi Giet, who had been in a state of stiffness since the beginning of the accident, watched the majestic figure slowly walk in the background of the war and the smoke of gunpowder. He was a member of the Sea Dog Gang, and he had heard a lot about Tsunade, and at this time, some memories and emotions came to his mind, and Nguyen Thi Jie hid behind a flower bed, his body trembling a little subconsciously.

Obviously, this time against the Sea Dog Gang, or the deliberate attack on Yu Gang, was pulled to a very high level from the beginning, the other party is a professional team, organization, using guns, hand cannons and RPGs, the Sea Seal Elite who came with the car is okay, suddenly attacked, not so that the six gods are without a master, and they can even fight back strongly. But ordinary members of the branch like Ruan Thi Jie, these small ruffians in the market, with colorful tattoos on their bodies, and most of the things they hold in their hands are primitive things such as watermelon machetes, which are a bit inadequate at the moment.

Deadly bullets and black smoke were floating in the air, and the sharp sound of breaking the air and shouting pierced people's eardrums, and Nguyen Thi Jie mustered up the courage to move around and crawl, poking out half of his head from behind the flower bed. Not far away, a group of men with camouflage on their faces trotted over with a micro-charge in their hands, and one of them with a chain and grenade on his chest, shouting in his mouth.

The man named Iron Ball behind him turned his head to look over there, and in the solemn and tense atmosphere, he frowned, hesitated, and slowed down. Eventually, he turned around and walked towards the men.

In the next second, the sound of gunshots and human shouts came from the broad back of the Fur Seal Leader, and the sound of light and wind leaked out of his broad back, blurring his slowly walking figure. The man's hair was meticulous, not flustered, but the hem of the suit that seemed to burst open supported by his muscles, in the strong wind generated by the setting sun and the explosion, added a sense of indifference and cruelty.

Then at this moment, at the top of the attic where the man's line was connected, the top floor of a supermarket building to be exact, a slender figure stood up against the light. He tilted his head in the backlight, then slowly scooped up a 'large iron pipe' from the ground and carried it on his shoulder.

The next second, he pulled the trigger, thick black smoke swept through the air, and a black BMW sedan in the middle of the street, along with the people hiding behind it, was blown away.

Ruan Thi Jie used his hand to block the hot wind blowing from the explosion, and looked up from the angle of the traces of smoke and dust, in the plush sunlight, the slender figure on the floor was surprisingly familiar, as if he was wearing a black blindfold. Mr. Nguyen Thi Giet, the person in charge of the neighborhood, blinked when he saw this, he covered his head and remembered, and after about two seconds, his memory began to revive......

"This man...... He's, he's ......"

He was Griffith's 'little lover', and when he was in the café that day, it was this man who appeared domineeringly and carried Griffith away with a knife. It's just that this beautiful man who looks soft and weak, under such an occasion, carrying a bazooka weighing fifty kilograms on his shoulders, slender and rough, such a sense of disobedience and focus, still makes Nguyen Thi Jie's uneasy mind flash a picture for a moment - it is in a quiet café, a beautiful man with a cup, a casual smile and casual words - I am waiting for someone......

These electric and flint pictures were intertwined with the scene in front of him, Ruan Thi Jie seemed to think of something, took a breath, and he subconsciously muttered.

Ahead, the explosion of flames and the smell of gunpowder smoke wafted into the air, like a grand and dangerous backdrop. But in the line of sight, the person in the memory had already walked under the flowerbed tree not far away. The steps under his feet were unhurried, and his side face was as delicate and plain as he had seen in a coffee shop, blending with the light and fire of the setting sun into some indescribable shape: "Ge...... Griffith!! ”

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Griffith, the demon who had been waiting here for a long time, walked around the flowerbed treetops and stepped forward, blocking the way of the Iron Hand.

He is the one who is responsible for the final sniping, or it is more appropriate to do things like checking and filling in the gaps. The Iron Hand would come this way, as far as the plan was concerned, it was reasonable, after all, the coverage of the artillery fire had a priority-but it was still a little frightening to get out of trouble in such a leisurely manner, and even to never take action in person.

"It's not going to work, Mr. Steelhand. I'm so sorry I ...... today. I'm going to kill you. ”