"You're Japanese agents, aren't you?"

Leaning against the wall with his back, Liao Hongbo's eyes were squinted, although he wiped off some lime, his eyes could still only be a narrow gap, and he could see a few figures vaguely.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly just now, and closed his eyes in time before the lime entered his eyes, so that most of the lime was blocked out, otherwise, he would have to lose his ability to resist in pain when the lime burned.

The dozen or so figures pressed forward, and none of them spoke, and it was evident that all of them were well-trained assassins, experienced, and unobtrusive.

With his head slightly on one side, Liao Hongbo's ears moved, listening to the other party's footsteps, and now he can only rely on his own hearing.

At the moment of the attack, Liao Hongbo had already transmitted the signal through the communicator he carried with him, believing that Peng Yun could get the information as soon as possible, and then rush here, as long as he held on for a moment, he could wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

"Up!"

The cyclist who attacked Liao Hongbo just now let out a low shout, and then rushed up with a dagger first, raising the dagger and stabbing Liao Hongbo in the chest, moving quickly and ruthlessly.

Liao Hongbo heard the sound of the dagger stabbing in his ears, he did not panic, but unhurriedly on the side of his body, his right hand stretched out violently, and slashed at the opponent's wrist, wanting to shoot down the opponent's weapon.

When the other party saw it, he was taken aback, and hurriedly withdrew his arm, so that Liao Hongbo's action failed, and the two of them exchanged a move, and no one took advantage.

Hehe, some of the Japanese agents who came from both ends of the alley made a move, each of them had a Japanese war knife, held it with both hands, and rushed towards Liao Hongbo, and then slashed it head-on.

The Japanese war knife was very sharp and fierce to use, and Liao Hongbo suddenly fell into the situation of being attacked on his back.

With his eyes burned red by lime, Liao Hongbo shook his body, took a step back, dodged the Japanese war knife of a devil behind him, and then blocked horizontally with his right hand, holding the samurai war knife of another devil, and grabbed the handle of the opponent's knife with his wrist.

He wanted to take the knife down.

At this moment, two more Japanese war knives stabbed over, just making up for the gap between the first two people, so that Liao Hongbo could only spread his hand and retreat.

Four people and four Japanese war knives, wielding them like a storm, only to see the sword light flashing in the alley, murderous.

Although Liao Hongbo is powerful, after all, his eyes have been injured, and his strength has obviously been greatly reduced, and he feels more and more powerless, and gradually falls to the downside.

A Japanese war knife stabbed him, he couldn't dodge, and a cut was made on his arm, and the next moment he was slashed in the back, and a wound half a foot long appeared.

Ah roared, Liao Hongbo ignored the stab in the back, his arm grabbed the arm of a Japanese spy in front of him and twisted suddenly, just to hear a click, the Japanese spy's arm hung down softly, and the Japanese war knife in his hand also went to Liao Hongbo's hand.

-Poof-!

The Japanese sword from behind his back stabbed him in the back and then peeked out from under his ribs, bringing a little blood and staining his clothes red.

Turning around suddenly, the Japanese war knife that Minato had snatched out suddenly swung out and slashed at the body of the bushido knife behind his back, and the katana broke with a bang, leaving only a piece of the blade in his body.

The Japanese war knife was cut off, and the Japanese agent behind him was taken aback, holding half of the Japanese war knife and retreating backwards, trying to avoid Liao Hongbo's killer.

However, how could Liao Hongbo let him leave like this, the Japanese war knife in his hand slashed out horizontally and went straight to the neck of the Japanese agent,

With a click, at least half of the Japanese agent's neck was sliced open, and the blood spurted from the severed artery splattered his face.

His body stiffened suddenly, and the Japanese agent let go of the Japanese sword, and his body fell straight forward, falling to the ground.

Hehe, the rest of the Japanese agents rushed up together, the Japanese war knives in their hands were raised together, and they slashed at Liao Hongbo together.

A fierce battle ensued in the alley, on one side was an old man who was seriously injured and had been plotted, and on the other side was a dozen prime men with sharp blades, which was obviously too unequal.

Dangdang rang out with a loud sound, and the Japanese war knives collided many times, bursting into a string of sparks in the dim alley, making the darkness have the slightest light, and also illuminating Liao Hongbo's lime powdered face, as well as the blood stains on his body.

A Japanese war knife pierced through Liao Hongbo's soft underbelly from his side, and at the same time, a Japanese war knife in front also pierced his lower abdomen, and bloody arrows shot out, filling the alley with a suffocating bloody gas.

"-Kill-!"

Liao Hongbo's eyes widened suddenly, he gritted his teeth and roared, the Japanese war knife in his hand swept out, slashed over one Japanese agent, and then cut down another again, only to be held up by other Japanese agents.

Three Japanese knives stabbed him in the lower abdomen, and then several Japanese knives pushed him backwards so hard that he retreated to the wall until he was pressed against the wall.

The Japanese war knife in his hand stabbed wildly, Liao Hongbo's eyes were bloody, he was now like a crazy tiger, and more than a dozen Japanese agents couldn't restrain him for a while.

At the entrance of the alley, Yokota Bow Shin and Tanaka Ichchi flashed their figures, and then walked quickly towards this side, Tanaka Ikyu was dressed in a suit, and Yokota Bow Shin was dressed like Liao Hongbo, with a mask like Liao Hongbo on his face.

There are only four human skin masks in total, and these four are carefully selected by the Japanese from tens of thousands of people, and they look like prisoners of war such as Luo Xiao and Liao Hongbo, and then peel off their faces to be processed again, which can be said to be the product of exterminating humanity and being miserable.

Changing into Liao Hongbo's clothes, and then wearing this mask, Yokota Bow Shen is like Liao Hongbo himself, and even those Japanese who know the details can't see the difference between the two.

"Yokota-kun, this old Chinese man is really stubborn, and he is still resisting at this time." Tanaka was in a great mood, he didn't expect that the news from an inside line that Fujita Hikaru had already planted in the Fengtian Public Security Bureau made him catch the thorn in his eye - Liao Hongbo.

Yokota Gongshen was different from him, he looked at Liao Hongbo with a very solemn expression, and with a little respect, "This is a real warrior, worthy of our respect." ”

"So what now?" Tanaka is different from what he thinks, what he wants most now is to get rid of Liao Hongbo and get rid of his own henchmen.

"Of course it's killing, this person is too dangerous, and something may happen if you keep it." Yokota said as he walked towards Liao Hongbo, who took a Japanese war knife from the Japanese agent beside him, and then swept it in his hand, holding it in front of him.

On the side of the wall, Liao Hongbo was exhausted, the Japanese war knife in his hand was also knocked out by the Japanese agents, and there were several Japanese war knives stuck in his body, blood gushed out from the wound, staining his clothes red, flowing down the ground, so that a puddle of blood appeared on the ground.

Because of excessive blood loss, Liao Hongbo felt that his head was groggy, but he bit his tongue hard, and then sobered up a little, staring forward with wide eyes and blurred vision.

In front of him, two figures approached from a distance, and then stood in front of him, one of whom seemed to have a knife in his hand, walking towards him.

"Come on, little devil, grandpa is waiting for you." Liao Hongbo laughed, then spit at the one holding the knife opposite, and yelled.

"Yaga!" Tanaka was furious, and he raised his arm to give Liao Hongbo a slap, but his arm was grabbed by Yokota Yushin.

Turning his head, Tanaka looked at him suspiciously, "Yokota-kun, what do you mean by this?" ”

Yokota Yushin let go of his arm and grabbed him, then hid his disgusted eyes under his eyelids, and said slowly, "Tanaka-kun, please don't humiliate him. ”

"Alright, Yokota-kun!" Although Tanaka Kazuki was unhappy, this time he was cooperating with Yokota Yushin to carry out the mission, so he had to obey Yokota Yushin's command, so he had to nod and agree.

Yokota Gongshen came to Liao Hongbo with a Japanese sword, raised his head to look at this old Chinese man covered in blood, and said, "Chinese warrior, although I respect you, but now you must die." ”

Liao Hongbo laughed and raised his head, "Little devil, don't talk nonsense, come on." ”

Yokota Yushin raised the Japanese war knife in his hand high, and then his eyes fell on Liao Hongbo's emaciated neck, he took a deep breath, and then the Japanese war knife fell suddenly.

About three or four streets away from the alley where Liao Hongbo had an accident, Peng Yun was riding on his sidecar motorcycle, and was speeding frantically towards it, leaving behind all the red lights along the way.

The red police lights swirled around the car beside him, and the shrill buzz shook the night, and his heart was about to go crazy, wishing that the sidecar motorcycle could grow wings and fly to the accident site.

Just now, when Liao Hongbo's communicator rang, Peng Yun felt that his head was buzzing, and it was blank, he didn't expect that the old man he regarded as his father had an accident.

The next moment, he jumped straight from the second-floor window, then ran wildly towards his sidecar and rushed out the door.

Now, he regrets that he died, and regrets why he didn't send two people to protect the old man, although Liao Hongbo is very skilled, but after all, he is old, and during this time, Fengtian City is quite uneasy and peaceful, and he is really too careless.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Peng Yun held the handlebars with both hands, and the sidecar motorcycle was almost about to fly.

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