From the stone pillar to the other stone pillar, Xu Changqing moved quickly. The bullets danced in his footsteps like water, splashing clouds of gray smoke. He flashed to a stone pillar and fired again. This time it hit the man standing on the stairs and strafing. The guy screamed and rolled down the stairs like rag pockets. Until he died, the man's finger was stuck in the trigger. The automatic rifle faithfully ran out of the remaining bullets. Stray bullets flew indiscriminately, almost hitting Xia Cheng who was hiding in a row of benches.

Another guy appeared on the bell tower, and it turned out to be Long Ze Tiandao. The second ancestor set up a PKP light machine gun and fired down like splashing water. A string of bullets almost grazed Xu Changqing's ears and tore off a few of his hairs. "Hahaha! How does it taste? Die, Shirai! He fired wildly and shouted loudly.

Xu Changqing took out a melon grenade, bit off the safety pin, and threw it on the bell tower.

Grunt, melon grenade rolled around the bell tower. The Grim Reaper seemed to count maliciously beside him: five, four, three, two, one......

Long Ze Heavenly Dao, who was still invincible just now, was suddenly at a loss. "It's going to blow up!" He cried out in despair, "What to do? To die, to die, to die—"

In the huge wave of fire, the century-old clock tower instantly turned into the past. Long Ze Tiandao and his nonsense also disappeared together.

The other party retreated along the stairs, and Xu Changqing chased after him. Turning the corner of the stairs, a gunman who had been waiting there suddenly appeared. The two men raised their guns almost at the same time and fired at each other continuously. After only two sounds, the trigger of the MP-446 "Corsair" jammed, and the magazine was empty! Xu Changqing raised the Walcer P99C with his left hand. However, at this time, there was a sudden severe pain under the left sternoclavicle. There was a pen stab by Kume Maruzo, leaving a bloody hole.

The bullets staggered through the air, whizzing towards their targets. With only 0.001 seconds missing, Xu Changqing was able to make the other party unable to shoot, however, it was 0.001 seconds behind.

At the end of the short firefight, the gunman on the stairs was shot in the neck and chest and fell to the ground. Xu Changqing covered his lower abdomen, and blood flowed from his fingers. He let out a sound akin to a beast from the depths of his throat, gritted his teeth and stood up, continuing to chase the stairs.

Finally, I came to the highest part of the chapel, which was usually supposed to be the place where Dean Kuroki preached the gospel. From here, you can look down on the entire chapel. Behind him is a large round multicolored glass window. Small pieces of colored glass spell out the face of the Virgin Mary, noble, holy, and not blasphemous.

The last gunman of the Shinkawa group trembled and ambushed at the end of the long staircase. To him, Xu Changqing's footsteps were like the sound of death. Suddenly, the footsteps disappeared, what happened? He subconsciously poked his head out, but was knocked over by a shot as soon as he showed his head.

There were people on the high platform who were hysterically scolding and nervously squandering ammunition. Xu Changqing waited patiently, until he heard the slight click of the empty warehouse hanging up, and then he slowly walked up the stairs.

A Fuso dwarf with a Rendanhu standing on the stage is none other than the Shinkawa group boss Nakayama Jingyang. His men were dead, and there were no bullets in his gun, and the man couldn't help but show a little despair. "Mr. Shirai," his tone was still cunning, but he trembled uncontrollably, "maybe we can discuss-"

"There is no need to be afraid," Xu Changqing raised his pistol, "because all that awaits you is death." ”

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Six bullets hit the chest of the Fuso dwarf in succession. Nakayama Jingyang, the great elder of the Shinkawa Group, planned for more than ten years to eliminate the people of the Sambo Society, and finally fell from the high podium like a broken sack, and he was buried with his ambitions.

Is it all over? No-

The snow bright sword light struck from behind, silently.

Throwing away the Walser P99C, which had an empty magazine, Xu Changqing parried with a silver skull throwing stick. A flash of fire exploded, and the Fuso-style knife and the throwing stick were pressed tightly together, grinding so that they creaked.

With a bear-like body and indifferent one-eyed eyes, Xu Changqing was surprised: "It's you?" ”

"That's right, it's me."

One-eyed brown bear, director of the executive department of the Far Eastern Sambo Society, Konstantin. Ilyich. Mikhailov. This old subordinate of Yuichiro Xia Cheng, Uncle Kostya whom Xia Cheng Karen loves, turned out to be the biggest black hand behind the scenes?

"Yuichiro Natsusumi's death was also planned by me, and the entire Sambo Society is my man, and Harris Ryuzawa is just a puppet," Konstantin slowly raised the long knife above his head, "Today was supposed to be a perfect show. The Shinkawa Group and the Sambo Society, the diehards on both sides will be purged. They become one and become more powerful in my hands...... You're the one who interfered with my plans. I was supposed to be the Underground King of Horza! ”

Covering his lower abdomen, which was still bleeding, Xu Changqing barely squeezed out a mocking smile: "Underground King? I'll send you underground, don't worry. ”

The sword light struck again, and Xu Changqing retreated. However, the blade changed direction midway and struck him in the neck. He reluctantly retreated, narrowly avoiding it, and the right side of his face was scratched with a trace of blood from the tip of the knife.

At this moment, as if stepping on a pit under his feet, Xu Changqing suddenly stumbled. Konstantin saw the flaw and swung his knife to pounce!

The mocking smile on Xu Changqing's face was even stronger. "I'm sorry, Bear," he whispered, "you've been tricked." ”

A stick struck the back of the knife, and Konstantin almost lost his long knife. Immediately after that, the stick end stabbed back, hitting the one-eyed strong man's throat. Xu Changqing skillfully used the blind spot of the other party's line of sight, and this stab was simply traceless and impossible to dodge. Konstantin clutched his throat and fell backwards, and the long knife rolled down with a clang. Xu Changqing rolled on the ground, grabbed the knife and stabbed! The extremely sharp blade instantly pierced Konstantin's lower abdomen and thrust into the blade.

Blood flowed down like a river. While grabbing the handle of the knife, the one-eyed brown bear also grabbed Xu Changqing's hand. Neither of them was able to push the other, and they were at a stalemate for a while.

"Let's die," Xu Changqing whispered, "It's very tiring like this, isn't it good for everyone to relax." ”

Konstantin smiled like a beast. "Even if it's death," he said in a low voice, "I'll take you with me for burial!" ”

In an instant, the cyclops burst out with all his strength and pushed Xu Changqing forward with his weight. He completely gave up his defense, grabbed Xu Changqing's shoulders with both hands, and grabbed it tightly.

There was a sound in Kranglang, and the huge glass window of the statue of Our Lady was smashed. The two became entangled and fell from a pulpit more than 20 meters high. Countless fragments of glass accompanied them, falling one after another, like colorful snow.

It is said that when a person falls from a height, he or she briefly recalls his or her life.

In Xu Changqing's eyes, at this moment, there was only the shattered glass in the sky, the sky in the twilight, and a hovering raven. Countless fragments of the past replayed in his mind, with a touch of old photographic yellow. The narrow alleys of the old town, with pale blue curtains, and slender white hands drying clothes by the window. Inside the room were simple square tables and chairs, old but spotlessly clean. There are hot meals on the table, all of which are common ingredients, but they are fragrant.

The roses by the window withered, and the gray-black petals were blown by the wind and scattered in all directions.

It's ironic that at the last moment, it was her who remembered. The woman who betrayed her in her previous life.

I remember her eternally boyish black hair, slender eyebrows, and the tip of her small and cute nose. Can't you forget it? Even if you are reborn, you won't erase that memory?

Remember the very big old banyan tree. On the day of graduation, the brothers in the same dormitory dispersed after drinking, and they rode out of the boys' building with a large bag of old cartoons that they were reluctant to throw away, and saw her standing under the banyan tree. The sun was strong, and she wore a white dress that day.

He was staring at her until the end. And then it was discovered. She lifted her chin triumphantly, her short boyish hair flying in the wind.

However, he just rode past her. I don't remember nodding or not nodding my head. In my impression, only the white dress fluttered from far to near and from near to far. His neck was wailing that it would break if he twisted it again, so he turned back to the front and rode out of the school gate without looking back.

I didn't say a word to her that day, maybe I should have talked to her, but I don't know why, I just rode out of the school gate.

I never told her that I always liked to look at her short hair from behind in four years of college, especially in the autumn and in the mornings when the sun shines through the glass into the classroom. Never told her that she secretly went through her notebook when no one was around between classes and quietly copied her OO number, but she didn't have the courage to apply to add friends.

In a trance, it seemed that he fell heavily to the ground, and Xu Changqing felt that it was dark in front of him. Consciousness sank inexorably, into bottomless darkness.

…… Gradually, I became conscious again.

When, where, where is love going

And so like that, I can't see myself clearly

Let your dreams stay here, Rainbow Bridge, connect me and you

Ahh

The river of sorrow rushes into the distance, without stopping, carrying flashes of love and memories-

There was a singing in my ears. There is no accompaniment, just a soft hum. Xu Changqing struggled to open his swollen eyelids and saw a bright fiery red.

The soft bed, the whitewashed iron guardrail, and the faint smell of potions wafting in the air. In the small space separated by the curtain, Xia Cheng leaned at the end of the bed, boredly flipping through the magazines in his hand. The songs I heard in the tavern "Ting" were hummed and sung by her like this, and they were very good.

Hearing the movement, Xia Cheng's gaze swept over. Xu Changqing struggled to raise his finger in exchange for a bright smile from her. "Huh, you're awake?" Her voice was full of surprise.

Wrapped like a mummy, barely able to move from the neck down. Looking at Xia Cheng's smiling face, Xu Changqing reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Sounds good, please continue," he whispered, "just like that." ”