World Tower, 32nd floor.

More than half an hour ago, the hall was already bustling, and many reporters who ran out of the Hongwu casino gathered here.

This is only a part of the reporters of the Wa Kingdom, and some of them are guarding the Xingyao Imperial City Hotel.

These two places are frequented by the six generations, and if you want to hold a celebration banquet after the victory, it should also be one of these two places.

The head of the interview team of the Tojin Broadcasting Company, Datenshan Yokoshima, originally wanted Kogonal Nakajiro to write a report about the super strength of the Emperor of Martial Arts, as well as an analysis of the battle between Tang Yulan and the Emperor of Martial Arts.

As for how to write the article and from what angle, the two are in close discussion. Who would have thought that an explosive news would come over.

The sixth generation of the ninja group, Ren Wujian, one of the five most powerful people in the Wa Kingdom, was killed.

After Kogonchujiro heard the news, the whole person was stunned, this morning, he had seen the six generations of purpose. At that time, the eyes of the six generations were radiant and radiant. Such a big figure, who went out with dozens of killers, and followed behind the super-powerful martial emperor, was even safer than the president of the United States, how could he say that he would die?

The news spread like a bomb in the circle of Japanese journalists.

"It's definitely a rumor!" Ota Mountain Yokoshima snorted angrily and said, "Surely the rumors spread by the Asuka group want to use such despicable means to disturb the stability of the ninja group. ”

"The people of the Bird Regiment are so despicable." The morning news reporter said on the side.

But then, Fujii Taro led someone to carry up the body of the six generations.

When the Japanese reporter saw this scene, his eyes were about to fall out.

Koquan Chujiro looked at Fujii Taro with a sad face, and the killer of the ninja group behind him had a gloomy face, and his heart trembled, and he said secretly: "Could it be that the sixth generation is really dead?" ”

Taro Fujii walked down the hallway, and when he passed the hall, everyone was speechless.

After Taro Fujii was they left, the reporters exploded again.

"Could it really be the corpse of the sixth generation?"

"Nonsense, the corpse is covered with a white cloth, do you see the face?"

"I just came up from below." A reporter in his forties, wearing a silver suit, wiped the hot sweat on his face and said: "I can see the corpse clearly at that time, and it is not wrong that it is the sixth generation." ”

"Since Mr. Hirono has said so, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the matter." Kogon's shoulders hung down directly, and after hearing the bad news, everyone was depressed, like being pressed on the heart by a stone, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable.

"The six generations have been killed, what about the Emperor of Martial Arts?" Kogonchujiro is restless, the Emperor of Martial Arts is the spiritual pillar of the martial arts world of the Wa Kingdom, and if something goes wrong with him, it is no less than dropping an atomic bomb on the Wa Kingdom.

The news of the Emperor of Martial Arts did not come, because the crowd had been evacuated there and there were no reporters from the Wa Kingdom.

Then, local reporters and reporters from Great Britain, Korea and the United States arrived, and the reporters were keenly eye-catching, and when they heard the news of the six generations, they immediately felt that the whole hall was lively again.

An American journalist wanted to interview Taro Fujii, ran towards suite 3218 with the cameraman and assistants, and rang the doorbell several times.

As soon as the suite door opened, the muzzle of a swarthy gun was aimed at him.

"Get out!" The two ninja killers had murderous aura in their eyes.

The American reporter was also frightened, and after leaving the suite, he sat in the corner of the hall, paying no attention to anyone, just wiping the sweat from his head, and had not yet recovered from the panic.

Then, news exploded in the hall.

The ninja group has already launched an attack on the Asuka group, and there are even crazy reporters packing up their things and going to the scene to report.

"Retribution!" Ota Mountain Yokoshima sneered, asked for a cup of coffee like a waiter, and said to Kogonakajiro: "The six generations are killed, and the end of the Asuka group is coming!" ”

The hall became noisy again, and the people were buzzing.

"Bang!"

The door of room 3218 suddenly opened, and Taro Fujii walked out with several killers in a menacing manner, several people still had tears in their eyes, guns in their hands, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

Many reporters were so frightened that they quickly shut up.

At this juncture, a reporter couldn't help it and accidentally let out a loud fart.

"Who's protesting?" Taro Fujii said sharply: "If you have something to say, say it clearly." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and a stench crept into the air, and the farting reporter almost buried his head under his neck, muttering in his heart: "How can this thing be clear, do you want me to take off my pants?" ”

Taro Fujii gave a few more warnings, and then returned with the killer.

When Fujii Taro returned to the room, he received a call from Tang Yulan, and was fooled by Tang Yulan's words, and finally believed the news that the six generations were still alive, he ordered his subordinates to put away their tears, and asked the waiter for a fruit knife.

The tableware of the Universal Building is made of silver, and the same is true of the fruit knife, which has a purple solid wood handle and a steel print on the knife body, which is very sharp.

Fujii Taro lifted the white cloth covering Ren Wujian's body and stared at the corpse carefully.

It's too similar, whether it's eyebrows or nose, every place is the same as the impression of the six generations, if it's really a transfiguration, whether it's makeup, or a silicone mask, it's really impeccable.

However, this turned out to be a fake!

Fujii Taro touched Ren Wujian's sideburns and did not feel any traces of silicone sticking to his skin, he stuck to his sideburns again and slowly peeled them off with a fruit knife.

This skin turned out to be real!

Not a mask!

Damn it!

Is there anyone in the world who looks so alike?

Could it be that the voice on the phone is fake, and the real six generations are dead?

Fujii Taro's body shook, if he really injured the body of the six generations, then he could only apologize with death, he threw away the fruit knife in his hand in a panic and picked up his mobile phone.

Yes, the number I called to myself before was unfamiliar, and it was not used by the sixth generation in Lingjiang City.

Fujii Taro groped around Ren Wujian Bafang, but did not find the mobile phone, but found a brown wallet, opened the wallet and saw that there was an ID card and a photo.

The photo was taken more than 10 years ago and shows Ren Wujian Bafang with his wife and son.

Taro Fujii's face turned white in an instant!

"When the Flying Bird Regiment is destroyed, I will apologize for my sins!" Fujii Taro slowly covered Ren Wujian Bafang's body, clenched his fists tightly, and said: "You all find a place to hide, the person who called me should be almost there, as long as he enters the door, kill him!" ”

The killers obeyed their orders and quickly hid.

Taro Fujii took a bottle of raffite from the wine rack and poured it into a goblet, he sat on the sofa, his black double-barreled R991 pistol on a white European-American coffee table.

This pistol has been described as a frenzied work in history, combining two R1991s, which are more lethal than the Desert Eagle, and can fire two rounds at the same time. The recoil of my colleague's gun is also very amazing, and when fired, even if an ordinary person grabs it with both hands at the same time, it is likely that the recoil will hurt the wrist bone, but for Taro Fujii, this situation does not exist.

At this moment, in the calm hall, there was a sudden outcry.

It feels like a pebble has been dropped on the surface of a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

Tang Yulan had already come to the hall.

Reporters from the United States, Great Britain and other countries, as well as local reporters in Lingjiang City, flocked to the city, scrambling to be the first to do interviews. Who cares about Taro Fujii's threat at this time.

And all the reporters in the Japanese country are like toads scorched by thunder, one by one, their eyes wide, their heads drooping, some of them ran for a day, they were blown by the cold wind, and their noses flowed out, and they didn't know how to wipe them.

The battle between the Emperor of Martial Arts and Tang Yulan is well known to everyone, and it is also a shocking fight and a crying ghost.

Now, Tang Yu has appeared as a blue ribbon, and he is very likely to have won the game, what about the Emperor of Martial Arts, has he been killed, or is it ......

Tang Yulan was still dressed in an embarrassed outfit, his coat was tattered, and he borrowed a crow's clothes to put on his body, and his clothes were a little thinner, but other than that, it was nothing.

Facing the reporters and flashing lights, Tang Yulan's face was calm, and he said, "Yes, it was Lao Tzu who won." I'm willing to be interviewed by you, but only when I'm done. ”

"May I ask Head Tang, what do you have to deal with when you go to Huanyu Mansion this time?" A beautiful reporter with long blond hair and a hot body asked in French, in the panic that broke out outside the hall of the Hongwu Casino, the interpreter who followed her was trampled on and had been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and she would only say "Hello" in Chinese, "Welcome!" "I never thought that Regiment Leader Tang would answer his question, and the reason why he asked so much was that there was a fluke mentality in my heart.

Tang Yulan's depressed eyes flickered faintly, and he said in fluent French: "I want to go to Suite 3218 to take something away, to be precise, it is Ren Wujian's head." All those who invaded the Flying Bird Regiment and killed innocents indiscriminately in Lingjiang City will not end well. I hope you can carry forward the positive energy in my paragraph, thank you! ”

The beautiful reporter was stunned after hearing this, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, there is no positive energy in these words, and some are just violent, domineering and bloody!

"Please give me a hand." After Tang Yulan finished speaking, he raised his feet and walked forward.

The reporters and videographers in front felt pushed by an invisible force, retreating to the sides, spreading out, leaving a trail.

Tang Yulan calmly walked through the hall, entered the corridor, waved his hand and refused to be interviewed by several reporters in the corridor, turned a corner, stood at the door of Suite 3218, raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Knock knock!"

Taro Fujii knocked on the door When he heard the knock on the door, he was shocked, put down the goblet with red wine, picked up the gun in his left hand, and said loudly: "Who?" ”