Chapter 608 The Rebirth of Death (Part I) A three-story small bungalow near the subway in Yanjing East District.

There is not much traffic. There are a variety of family cars parked on the side of the road. There are several ten-person business vehicles in front of the bungalow. A few housekeeping dogs crawled on the ground. The gaze scanned the side of the road vigilantly and keenly. Obviously, he has experienced relatively rigorous training, so he has such a strict posture.

Creak.

The door to the first floor of the bungalow was opened. A strange young man in a high hat walks out of the house. In his left hand, he carried several black bags of material, and he didn't know what was wrapped in them. I saw him walking towards the dumpster with a more cautious expression. Quickly throw the package in. Then he turned and walked towards the gate. During the whole process, his eyes were always wandering near the road, and he was extremely cautious. Not to mention a big living person, even a faint fly may not be able to escape his eyes.

Bite.

When the young man, who almost covered half of his face, wanted to push the door in, a relatively subtle but easy to hear a crisp sound behind him.

Having dealt with cold weapons for many years, he could easily tell that it was the sound of metal colliding.

But there was no one outside the door, where did the sound of metal colliding come from?

He subconsciously turned his head to find out.

However, when his head was only halfway twisted, a sharp chill suddenly suffered from his throat.

Flutter!

A bloody arrow spurting nearly thirty centimeters flew out of his throat. He hung his head blankly, trying to touch it with his fingers. But who would have thought that the arm was only half raised, and it was no longer able to move.

He's out of strength!

When his throat was cut by a sharp weapon, the strength in his body was quickly withdrawn. Not even raising your arms can do anything.

At this moment, his heart was filled with intense fear. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to make a cry for help, but found that his vocal cords could not make the slightest sound. After two humble babbling sounds, he fell to the ground.

"It's really well defended."

A dark-haired man slowly stepped out from the side, holding the handleless knife dripping with blood and glowing in his right hand. Squinting slightly, he said coldly.

Who else could this person be besides Lin Ze?

He had been lurking outside the small bungalow for nearly half an hour, except for one of the ninjas he had hunted at the moment. He has erased five secret sentinels at the side door and back door. And strictly protected their whereabouts from being exposed. and do not alarm the other party's vigilance.

Now, he swayed to the front door, broke through the defense of the main entrance, and planned to sneak into the bungalow.

The tight defense meant that there were important members of the upper echelons of the hall in the bungalow. Lin Ze deduced this when he was surveying the bungalow. forcibly pressed the intense murderous intent that flooded in his heart. Escape to the main gate and embark on a pre-planned, improvised ultimate assassination...

-- On the third floor of the bungalow, in the most spacious master room, sat two middle-aged men in their forties, with two beards on their lips. Deeply betrayed their island identity. Between their fingers was a cigar that was not too thick, but definitely not thin, and the green smoke swirled around the room with the curtains locked. The middle-aged man on the left takes a puff of a cigar and pauses for about a minute. His gaze seemed to be calm, but in fact he was extremely gloomy as he glanced at the four men in front of him.

Blood was dripping from the palm of the left hand of these four people, and at first glance, they were all missing two fingers. But the four of them didn't say a word, just hung their heads slightly, waiting for the man sitting in the chair to speak.

"East, South, West, North." After a period of silence. The man on the left said softly and calmly. "As I mentioned earlier, this mission is extremely important. If it fails, how will the Red Ministry gain a foothold in Yiyantang in the future? ”

"Yes. Deputy Minister. The four responded with expressionless faces.

"Keeping you in touch with Team 1, they were killed. And you-" The man who was called the deputy minister narrowed his eyes slightly, and said word for word. "Who brought you back alive?"

When the four of them heard this, they still didn't explain or quibble, but their heads hung lower. There seems to be no face to answer.

In addition to the four people and the two middle-aged men sitting on the chairs, there were also eight red-clothed ninjas standing behind the middle-aged men in the room.

More than 10,000 ninjas know that the ninjas who are qualified to wear red clothes are all terrifying powerhouses with a certain level of force. He is a master of assassination. And these of them dressed in white are almost the lowest level of ninjas.

"Forget it." The middle-aged man sitting on the right waved his hand slightly and said in a round way. "Now is the time to hire people. Give them a chance to make meritorious contributions. Tonight's plan, let them be the dead. ”

"Humph!" The deputy minister snorted coldly and said no more.

The four ninjas showed a hint of gratitude to the middle-aged man on the right.

The man on the right is the chief of staff of the Red Ministry. He is a character who specializes in giving advice to the Red Ministry. It has a very core competitiveness in the red department. It stands to reason that even if the deputy hall master appeared in Huaxia and operated this plan behind the scenes, it could barely be understood as the importance of this plan. Then the appearance of this chief of staff, who has great influence in the Red Department of Yiyantang, is confusing.

He has always been a high-level member of the Yiyantang who stayed in the headquarters. and Yiyantang ordered a youth department to play with each other, competing for the right to speak, and most of the burden fell on him. Now I have come all the way to Yanjing. It's really curious.

The deputy minister did not dismiss the chief of staff, but took a hard puff of his cigar. Instead, he asked the chief of staff: "We brought nearly a hundred people over this time, I thought that it should not be difficult to assassinate a young boy, or even an easy matter. But who would have thought that half of the manpower had been lost and he hadn't touched that guy yet. Is it that I am too underestimated, or is the other party too powerful? ”

"There are two reasons." The chief of staff frowned slightly. "Can kill my two ace generals with his own strength, how can he be an ordinary person? Of course, that's not the point. The point is that there seem to be a lot of masters hidden around him. ”

"But we're here with more than 100 elites." The deputy minister was puzzled.

"Don't forget. This is China, not Tokyo. The chief of staff shook his head slightly. Regret. "If from the very beginning, we attack with all our strength and encircle and suppress with the strength of 100 people, we may not have a chance to succeed in one blow. But now, you may have to ask for support. ”

"Requesting support?" The deputy minister's face turned pale and he said confusedly. "What do you mean—"

"Anyway, the purpose of my coming to Huaxia is to get in touch with him and cooperate, and the plan on your side can be put on hold for the time being, and we can negotiate it. Perhaps I can ask him to send out a peerless powerhouse to assassinate him. The chief of staff sighed and said. Now that the Red Ministry is in decline, if this plan fails again. In the future, it will be sad to live in Yiyantang. ”

"If I have to, I'll do it myself!" The deputy minister looked cold and said awe-inspiringly. "I really don't believe this kid can be that powerful."

The chief of staff glanced at him slightly, but did not say a word.

If this deputy minister, who has a big temper but is not capable enough, is not stained with the light of the minister's brother, I am afraid that he is just a brave and unscrupulous bandit. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he worried about the future of the Red Department. Maybe you should be preparing for your future this morning? If it really reaches a situation that is irretrievable, it will not hang on a tree?

The two of them had their own thoughts in their hearts, but neither of them squeaked anymore. Just silently thinking about what to do next.

Kick and stare at it!

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps downstairs. In addition to this, there was a dull and mournful scream. The two of them, accustomed to life and death, immediately heard that this was the cry of a human being before they died. couldn't help frowning, and before they could get up, two red-clothed ninjas rushed out behind them. With a ninja knife in hand, he flashed out the door. The remaining six people gathered around the two of them in a rather strange posture, ready to make the best preparations.

Gradually, the fierce collision screams outside the door became much quieter. But as the voice decreased, the deputy minister's face became gloomy and difficult to see. Just as he was about to get up and go out to take a look, the locked door slammed open.

The first thing that caught my eye was none other than the red-clothed ninja who had just gone out many doors.

Like kites with broken strings, the two broke down the door and fell heavily to the ground. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his face twisted and hideous from the sudden pain. There was no strength left to support them to their feet. I could only lie on the ground and convulse in pain. Moan-groan.

"Who's coming?" Seeing this, the deputy minister got up in a rage, and roared angrily at the empty door through a red-clothed ninja in front of him.

He was angry, but he was still a little afraid.

What about the forty or so ninjas downstairs?

Aren't they distributed in various areas of the western-style building?

What about the dark sentry near the western-style building?

Why did someone break in and no one sent a message?

Could it be that - this man hunted down all the sentinels? And kill all the ninjas downstairs?

At this point, an absurd thought welled up in the deputy minister's heart. How many people are there on the other side, and is it the state apparatus that is dispatched? Otherwise, how can you break into this impregnable western-style building?

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a steady and sharp footstep outside the door.

For.

For.

Every sound struck at the deepest part of the deputy minister's soul. His brow furrowed at this moment. A nameless rage erupted, and his eyes scanned the door like lightning. Waiting for the appearance of the enemy.

Suddenly.

A black-haired man with red body and blood on his face appeared.

He held a bloodied handleless blade in his right hand. The blood of the enemy was slowly flowing from the edge of the knife. As the man walked, a line of blood was dragged on the ground that was not straight. Until his not-so-burly, tall body occupied the doorway. He stretched out his left hand and flicked the blade lightly.

Bite.

The crisp voice sounded, but it sounded particularly harsh and abrupt. It was like a voice coming from a ghostly underworld. In particular, everyone in the room was shocked by this man covered in blood.

They all had blood on their hands, and they had hunted their enemies. Including the chief of staff, who has been in a high position for a long time and has no blood, has also ended the lives of the enemy more than once. But it was hard for him to imagine that the person in front of him had destroyed the defense of the entire western-style building by himself.

Is he a human or a demon?

"You're alone?" The deputy minister's tone was full of disbelief and shouted loudly.

"How many do you want?" Lin Ze asked indifferently.

"They're all dead?" The deputy minister asked in a trembling voice.

He is not bad, even in the hall of masters. He's also a master of numbers.

But he had never seen anyone who could hunt down more than forty Red Ministry elites. Looking at the whole of Japan, I am afraid that only the old worshipper in Ichigendo who has not done anything for nearly 30 years can be sure to do it. But the man in front of him is just a young man in his early twenties. How did he get this energy?

"Dead?"

When Lin Ze heard this, he seemed to feel that this word was an insult to him, so he shook his head busily, grinned, revealing eight white teeth, and said in a cold voice: "Every time I stab, I try to make the god of death slow down." Want to die? Maybe a few more hours of torture first. ”

He said it lightly. The remaining eight people in the room shuddered. Especially the deputy minister, with an incredible look on his face, tried his best to calm himself down, and said lightly: "You, is Lin Ze?" ”

"It's me." Lin Ze grinned and nodded.

"You're here for—"

"Kill you in a way that can lead to a slow death."

Sou!

As soon as the words fell, Lin Ze swooped down with his knife, and the knife flashed in the room, stabbing people difficult to open their eyes.

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