On the other hand, Mitsumasa Tokugawa slowly stood up from the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info When he bent over and straightened up, he realized that he was holding a spherical thing in his hand, and if he looked closely, it was a head with long hair, which was the power known as the timberwolf. Obviously, the battle on the side of the Tokugawa family has also come to an end.

The man had his head in his left hand, the headless corpse at his feet, and he raised his head roughly with a somewhat cold gaze and looked around.

A second later, Mitsumasa Tokugawa walked down to another place with a short dagger in his right hand, his back to this side, and crouched down. There lay another body that had been thrown out of shape.

The Tokugawa family head held this movement for five or six seconds, after which he stood up, one on his left and one in his right hand......

After eliminating the Timberwolves and Flying Wings, Tokugawa Mitsumasa's gaze swept away, and the Tokugawa family's guards were about to rush out of the ruined buildings in all directions, and the battle on the long street was gradually coming to an end - when his eyes swept to this place, he saw that Griffith was looking this way, so he took a step and walked over.

On a messy winter morning, men with bloody hands walk down the long wind-filled streets. His expression was indifferent, and he didn't have the joy of being about to get revenge, but just walked forward.

Cold leather boots stepped on the last rays of the sun, and when he approached Steelhand, Tokugawa Mitsumasa threw the two heads in his hands to the ground and rolled down in front of the former.

Mr. Steel Hand on Genma's side was so injured that he seemed to have lost the strength to resist, and he even had some reluctance to support his standing body. He tilted his head, looked at the two heads with an indifferent expression, and then slowly raised his head and looked at the visitor. At the same time, the blood of the man's body was running down his torso and the corners of his clothes, wetting the ground......

"The feud of the Tokugawa family of thirteen, ten years later, the sixth generation of the Tokugawa family, Tokugawa Mitsumasa, will be avenged today."

Tokugawa Mitsumasa said these words in a flat tone, and his voice melted into the wind, cold. Griffith handed him the black knife in his hand, and he reached out to take it, and when he had finished speaking, he raised it and slashed it. And stay at this moment, become like a sudden birth! Just as Tokugawa Mitsuru was about to raise his knife and cut down, a shuttle of bullets hit the upper slope of the top of the wall, and it shook the sky.

Griffith and Tokugawa Mitsumasa subconsciously retreated to dodge, the latter swinging the black knife as he retreated. The bullet hit the blade and sparked, and Tokugawa Hikaru took two steps back to withstand the pressure, trying to force the forward, but in this short gap, a man wearing a white down jacket, thick plush around his neck, and earmuffs on his ears took advantage of the time of fire suppression and cover, Shi Shiran jumped off the top of the wall and landed behind the steel hand.

The man was holding a gun in his hand, an old sterling silver revolver, and he fired as he walked, stopping at Tsunade's side, and black smoke coming out of the muzzle.

With the presence of the man, behind the wall and further in the attic, men with machine guns climbed the walls or smashed the glass, pointing the black muzzles of their guns at them.

Griffith covered his forehead and looked at the people who had appeared in vain, his expression twitching, and a small step ahead of him, Tokugawa Hikaru was holding the handle of the knife in his hand, looking at the people with an indifferent expression.

With seven or eight sniper rifles in his hands, Mitsumasa's plan to avenge his family almost fell through. The man with the silver revolver in his hand raised his hands lightly, and under the cover of many guns behind him, he sighed a little scoundrel and hung the silver gun in his hand on his index finger.

This is a man with an extremely complex temperament, his body movements, words and deeds look a little unusually light, this person maintains this posture, puts on a look of what can you do with me, and in front of Tokugawa Mitsumasa, who is only two steps away from him, he is holding a black knife in his hand, and turns in a half circle......

"My dear brother, I'm sorry to disturb your revenge for your family's blood. But this man ...... I'm going to take it with me today. ”

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Two hours later, the old ancestral hall was separated from light and dark.

The light of the crescent moon was projected along the horizontal and vertical grilles of the windows, and in the center of the ancestral hall stood three men, two women, and five people.

Hikaru Tokugawa was sitting on a black jujube chair that could not be illuminated by the light, and the ancestral hall was silent, and a woman at the bottom looked out the window and raised her head slightly.

"Tokugawa-sama......" fell, still silent.

The man sitting on the heavy black jujube wood chair dragged his chin with one hand, and his gaze extended to the place outside the window. The woman standing at the bottom looked left and right, and the people next to her seemed to be looking at her as well, he bit his lip and continued to call, "Tokugawa-sama......"

Perhaps this time the woman's cry was a little louder than before, and Tokugawa Hikaru came back to his senses after the scream. He blinked, his gaze lowering slightly. He looked at the woman.

"Fuxiang, what's the matter?" Tokugawa Mitsumasa asked, and the woman raised her head, looked at each other, experienced a little panic at first, and her eyes gradually became firm.

"Tokugawa-sama, about Tokugawa...... Gradually, the whereabouts of the past few years, the information fed back from the domestic side, because of the rush of time, is not very ......comprehensive," the woman said here, pausing, she cautiously stared at the only eye of the young head of the family. After she confirmed some information, she bowed slightly, and continued.

"After Tokugawa gradually broke away from his family, he soon fell into the Dark Thorn and joined forces with a man named Fukasaku, and according to intelligence, it seems that he has become a mercenary killer...... This time his appearance in vain, the robbery of the steel hand, after relevant intelligence, showed that it was a task that he willingly took over after receiving people's money......"

In the old room, the woman's voice was sonorous and powerful. The moonlight outside the window was intense, and the current head of the family, Tokugawa Mitsumasa, who was sitting in the center of the ancestral hall, subconsciously frowned. When the head of the family named Ukika said bluntly "Tokugawa Gradual" instead of "Tokugawa-sama" or "Gradual-Lord", it seemed that the head of the family at this time was still unable to adapt to it.

“…… My lord, the Tokugawa gradually connector, we have made it clear. Next, we plan to send the Tengu to conduct a carpet sweep of their possible gathering places...... Mitsumasa-sama, this time we succeeded in failure, and it was all due to Tokugawa's gradual intervention. This person is not only mercenary, but also does not hesitate to surrender his identity to become a killer. And the glory of the Tokugawa family has been forgotten. As the former head of the family, he actually did such an unfilial and unrighteous thing...... When Lord Guangzheng was working day and night for the family business, not only did he not provide assistance, but he even ignored the family blood feud......"

"Shut up!"

Mitsumasa Tokugawa slapped the black jujube chair heavily, and lowered his palm, the handle of the chair cracked a little. The woman who spoke, with her head bowed, knelt down at this time.

The old ancestral hall has returned to tranquility.

The young man sitting at the head of the temple gasped for breath, looked at the generals in the ancestral hall, and his body relaxed again. After a long while, Tokugawa Hikaru opened his mouth, and he made a voice, and his tone had regained his calm and calm mood: "This matter, this is over, don't talk about it again." I have my own measure......"

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On the other hand, after being severely injured by Griffith, the Steelers have lost the ability to fight again in a short period of time. Although Tokugawa gradually rescued Steel Hand from him because of tasks or money, a tiger that lost its fangs did not have much influence on the Great Demon's plan this time.

Griffith, who was specially hired by Tokugawa Mitsumasa, walked along the bizarre streets of South Vietnam, a bustling area of Lang Son City, where a variety of shops and services filled the view.

A few minutes ago, Mitsumasa Tokugawa called and told him some of his decisions. The young head of the family was ruthless, righteous and bloody, and he revealed some things, but it was inconvenient to talk about them on the phone.

Griffith closed the phone, and he could more or less guess what Mitsumasa Tokugawa was plotting. The outline of this part is tempting, and if it is done well, it can directly get rid of Tsunade's partner, another person on the Genma side, and another participant in the Tokugawa Ka tragedy, Koji Nakatai. If you're lucky, you might be able to escape even the badly injured Steel Hand.

The plan was good, and Griffith couldn't find a loophole after thinking about it several times, but the demon's well-developed instincts were 'sudden, sudden' at the edge of his skull, which was not a good omen—it was a bad omen. The big demon's brows furrowed slightly, and at this time, a toy car with a cartoon smiling face was passing on the opposite side.

Griffith tilted his head appropriately, and a mischievous boy in a bunny hat in the toy car pulled open the curtains and tore his mouth open, squirting his tongue desperately at the crowd that was hurrying by. His mother sat next to her and didn't notice it, talking to the same person.

The demon glanced at him, turned his gaze back, and he continued walking.

In the northeast corner of the square, a huge video wall is broadcasting vicious shootings on the high street. The report aired for a long time, when the image stalled to a distant vista—a faint street over, black smoke boiling like snakes hovering over the city. The announcer was talking about the voices of people and men and women running with their heads in their arms in the black smoke: "In the new era of carrying forward the past and forging ahead into the future and the people's living standards are thriving, there are such rampant and terrifying terrorist activities that are happening in our lives. This has given us a slap in the face and has to be reflected...... It is truly deplorable that terrorists should be so rampant and openly provoke the law and the safety of people's lives and property...... Mr. Gia Minh, Director of the Lang Son City Garrison Department, made a solemn statement on this incident, saying that we will not be soft on the punishment of violations of law and discipline, and we will ...... severely and severely."

This is a report on the incident of Tokugawa Mitsumasa hitting the steel hand, and the entire long street was blown up, and this incident has only been a few hours, and the noise is so big that it is in the news here.

Griffith walked under the huge video wall, where the crowd was crowded, and the voice came from overhead, and someone was exclaiming, and there was a faint voice: "Now there is an urgent news that the mayor of Lang Son, Mr. Teng Maide, was killed in a terrorist attack at 9:27 this morning. At that time, he was being interviewed by a guest......"

Griffith walked through the crowd and heard the announcement from behind, he didn't stop walking, didn't think much about it, but his head subconsciously looked back. On the huge television wall, a man in a suit sits on a workbench and broadcasts the news, and in the upper right of his head, in a rectangular frame, the mayor of Lang Son, Mr. Tenh Mai, is lying on the ground, with a pool of blood in his chest, surrounded by a podium, a microphone and a screaming crowd lying on the ground.

Griffith looked at it for a moment, his gaze lingering on the spot for a moment, then turning around and continuing on his way.

Thirty kilometers away from the big demon, a man as slender as a hemp rod staggered out of the main entrance of the club, surrounded by a group of men. Under the bright lights, the man seemed to have drunk a little too much. He walked staggeringly, answered a phone call halfway, was delirious, and 'hey......, hey' for a long time, I don't know if he heard it, he pouted, and threw his mobile phone on the side of the roadside trash can in a daze.

This is a man named Koji Nakatai, whose partner was terribly 'persecuted' an hour and a half ago, when the man was sleeping with his head on the woman's snow-white chest.