Johnson is black, to be exact, black.

Johnson's ancestors are said to have been Negros who had lived in the Congo jungles of the African continent for generations, but in the bloody 18th century, his ancestors were trafficked from Africa to the United States by evil European colonizers. So, Johnson is now a black American.

Nineteen years old is a wonderful age, and in the United States, most young people of this age are squandering their youth on a lively high school campus.

But Johnson is different, he has been scornful of culture since he was a child, believing that studying for his duty until he is admitted to university is not the life he dreamed of. He had a restlessness and violent tendencies in his bones, almost starting in nursery school and dropping out of high school, and even Johnson couldn't remember how many times he was expelled from school for fighting and had to transfer to another school.

However, this can't all be blamed on Johnson, who was born into a military family, and has been fascinated by military camps, weapons, and violence since he was a child. He grew up with only one type of toy, and that was a model gun, and there was only one model, and that was the Gatling gun.

Johnson dreamed of owning a Gatling gun of his own, but the only real gun in his family was the Gatling rapid-fire machine gun that his father carried on his shoulder when he joined the army. So, at the age of 17, Johnson signed up for the army without hesitation. In the barracks, there is a chance to touch a real gun.

After surviving the six-month boot camp, he was very honored to be assigned to the famous Marine Corps with the first excellent score in all subjects.

Originally, Johnson thought that his dream would set sail from then on. However, in the second year of joining the Marine Corps, he received an urgent call from home, and a shocking news came that he had to immediately terminate his training and take leave to rush back to his hometown.

Father is missing! And the last time my father contacted his family was half a year ago.

In his last phone call with his family, his father mentioned Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia.

So, Johnson smuggled from the United States to Indonesia. After more than a month of investigation, Johnson finally found out that his father's disappearance was related to a local secret organization, so he was deliberately arrested by the other party with some bitter tricks, and then he was sent to such a ghost place full of glass cells.

The moment the glass door was closed, Johnson wanted to fight back, but the inexplicable sound of gunfire from behind him made him give up the idea. When he quietly observed the situation outside through the glass, he saw that a group of people who had tied himself up were actually killed by a young man who was also wearing camouflage uniforms with a gun.

What's going on? Infighting?

Johnson was puzzled. As he lay on the ground, trying to take a closer look at the young man through the crack in the door, he saw him strangely jump out of the spot. At the same time as the man jumped away, a bright white short knife actually roared into the position where the other party was standing before.

Seeing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Johnson's back. The assassination trajectory of that short knife is extremely strange, if it were him, it is estimated that he would have been stabbed to death a long time ago. No, no, no, let alone Johnson himself, even if he is the most awesome instructor he has ever seen, it is estimated that it is impossible to easily dodge this knife.

Master! A master of terror! And it's two!

The one who secretly throws the short knife must be a powerful assassin master, and the one who can dodge this strange and unpredictable blow should be an even more powerful master.

The most important thing is that this master standing in the aisle is still so young. Johnson secretly looked at Qin Jun from a distance, his dark eyes burning brightly.

Qin Jun threw away the submachine gun in his hand, squinted his eyes, and slowly pulled out a dagger from his waist. Since the other party was a ninja, Qin Jun would naturally not use firearms. Because ninjas are generally fanatics of cold weapons.

Suddenly, Qin Jun discovered something. He took a sharp step forward, then quickly turned and took two steps to the left, three steps to the right, and then the cheetah pounced forward.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-

Three white lights flashed in a row, but the extremely sharp sashimi knife could not lock Qin Jun's figure. When, when, it had to be inserted in the position where Qin Jun was a second ago.

Oh! Sky! Johnson couldn't help but swallow, he felt like he was about to look stupid. Is this still the speed of human reflexes and running?

Qin Jun walked out of the aisle and immediately turned around to look at the top of the aisle entrance, a fair-skinned short-haired woman wearing a white chef's uniform on her upper body, with two lotus-like thighs spread wide, firmly entrenched in the corner like a gecko.

Her two toes pressed against the walls, one hand grasping the hilt of her sword that had sunk into the ceiling, and the other hand holding a dangling Wajima katana.

Qin Jun recognized this woman at first sight, and sure enough, it was the female chef of Wajima that he had met on the Jasmine cruise ship before.

When Qin Jun looked at her, a hint of surprise flashed in the female chef's cold eyes.

"Yaga!" Without the slightest hesitation, the female chef snorted, kicked her smooth feet hard against the wall, and raised her Wajima katana with both hands like a cannonball, and slashed down at Qin Jun's head.

The sharp katana slices through the air and makes a sneering sound, which shows how fast it swings. Ninja is particular about killing with one hit, and the power contained in such a slash attack includes not only all the strength of the female chef but also the top-down impact of her body.

Not only is the strength extremely strong, but the speed is also lightning fast. If it is implemented, it will inevitably be the result of a knife split in half.

However, Qin Jun stood in place without dodging, he was not ready to dodge, because the opponent's fierce attack did not leave him half a chance to dodge.

Of course, he didn't need to hide.

Whew――

The fierce attack came in the blink of an eye, and the sharp katana was no longer within a finger's distance of Qin Jun's head.

Hmph—a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of the female chef's mouth. This stupid prey in front of him is about to be cut in two by himself. What an exciting hunt!

At the moment when the katana was about to slash at the door of his head, Qin Jun's head suddenly deviated, and his whole person moved half a centimeter away like lightning. At the same time, with a slight flick of his right hand, he swung the dagger in his hand almost at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, striking the katana.

Ding――

For a moment, sparks flew everywhere, and the crisp sound of iron strikes pierced the eardrums.