When Naoto Echizen got off the plane, Kamasa Sato and Kogoro Goro Gozu were already waiting at the passenger exit.

Could it be that these people really all broke their heads in karate training, and they didn't know that they were not doing this to pat themselves on the back but to hurt themselves? Naoto Echizen frowned. Sato and Goazu were real Japanese agents, who had been selected for the SP and were very skilled, and they joined the "Echizen Legion" because the Japanese military felt it necessary to protect Echizen and Echizen's organs. However, Echizen himself did not agree with this, in his opinion, since he lived and worked in the territory of another country, then naturally everything should be kept low-key, and the best precautionary measure was to have no precautions at all, and in this regard, the Japanese military should learn from the spies in the business community. They roam the world unprotected, and they are grabbing more than 10 billion dollars a year for Japan, but they never use knives and guns to solve problems. Besides, in the territory of another country, what can a few skilled people protect? Can they stand up to the police or the army of another country?

Naoto Echizen is used to going it alone, and a true spy should do the same. He had never had his own men pick him up, and this time was no exception, so he was very unhappy with the behavior of these two men.

"Sato-kun, Gu Zu-kun, please don't make such a stupid move in the future without my permission, please." After getting into the car, Naoto Echizen coldly pointed out the mistakes of the two people. "Please keep this in mind, I won't pursue the matter this time."

Neither Sato nor Guzu spoke, but nodded with serious expressions.

"Why doesn't anyone in the company answer the phone? And everyone's phones don't turn on? "Naoto Echizen is getting more and more dissatisfied." It seems that in Hong Kong, you are so idle that you can't even do your own work. ”

Sato glanced at the car driver.

"Knowing that you are coming, sir, everyone is waiting in the company, and it is impossible that no one will answer the phone."

Not to mention that no one will leave their phone on, Sato thought to himself. But he didn't say it. Echizen is not a fussy person, and if he says that this is the case, then this is the case, and the phone can't get through is a bit weird, maybe it's just a short period of internet traffic. Echizen seemed to be in a bad mood, but it was better for them to talk less.

Echizen continued to dial all the numbers he knew, but none of them could be reached, and Echizen's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Perhaps because of his lack of heart, since he was associated with Kurt, he often had a sense of insecurity, as if someone was watching him at any time. He knew that this feeling was actually due to a distrust of the Americans, whose courage was commendable, but their tactics were really problematic. When dealing with Chinese, courage is never the first, creativity is.

Echizen closed his eyes and thought about what was going on in the company.

The car had already driven to Guangdong Road, and there was still no phone call to get through.

"We're not going up now." Echizen suddenly spoke, and it is always good to be cautious. "Park the car on the side of the road, I'll take a taxi back to my accommodation, and when you two see Mr. Ohira, ask him to come over. Please. ”

Neither Sato nor Footgear had a gun, which made Echizen feel more at ease. Sato always carries an ASP as a self-defense weapon, and Zuji carries a small knife, and even if these two weapons are found by the police, the most they will confiscate and fine, so as not to give the Chinese an excuse to arrest them. Both of these people are masters of the fourth dan of kendo, and the slinger stick and the small sword are completely lethal weapons in their hands.

Echizen left in a taxi, Sato and Footgear parked the car on the side of the road, and the two of them walked briskly into the lobby. After the end of the day, the security guard in the lobby would check the documents of the people entering and exiting, and the two people waited at the front desk for a while to get to the elevator. None of the six elevators stopped on the first floor, and no matter how they pressed the buttons, none of them moved, which made the two people feel strange. He was about to ask the security guard, but Sato stopped him and nodded at the elevator floor lights, one of which was parked on the twenty-second floor.

Still wondering, Sato had already pulled out his phone and started dialing.

Having killed all six Japanese intelligence officers, ACE was in no hurry to leave. The first thing he has to do is to remove the hard drives from all computers, whether there is anything of value in them or not; Then he opened the safe, searched all the pieces of paper and a lot of cash, and then he sorted out all the bodies, collected their belongings, and put them in the morgue bags he had brought with him. Compared to the bullet casings and blood stains that littered the room, six corpses were the most troublesome thing, and ACE handled the scene in an orderly manner, and when he carried the corpses onto the elevator, he remembered that the signal blocker he had brought had not been turned off. Now the only thing left in the building is the lazy security guards, who don't care where the elevator is. The cart he had brought with him earlier had made it much easier for him, though it wasn't as smooth to push after placing the six corpses.

After packing all the belongings he had brought, the phone in the ACE bag rang suddenly. While he was in this office, there was a time when the phone at the front desk kept ringing, and ACE didn't care, but now that the signal blocker was turned off, the dead man's cell phone started ringing.

ACE asked the elevator to go directly down to the basement parking lot, then picked up a ringing phone, put it to his ear and pressed the call button.

"Moximosi ,......"

There was a murmur of Japanese on the phone, and ACE, who couldn't understand a word, couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

"Who's talking?" ACE responds to each other in English.

There was a pause on the other side of the phone, apparently surprised by ACE's response, and then rhetorically asked in English.

"Who are you?"

"Interesting question, but not humorous at all." ACE LEANED INTO THE ELEVATOR FOR A LONG TIME. "You called me and asked me, and you had to give your name first. You Japanese people are so rude? ”

"Where is Mr. Ohira?" Asked bluntly on the phone.

"Oh, I'm only responsible for collecting corpses, the soul is none of my business, you might have to make another call." ACE LAUGHED WILDLY INTO THE PHONE, STABBING SOMEONE'S NERVES ON THE OTHER END OF THE PHONE. "However, I don't know the phone number, please check the desk."

"Bastard!" There was cursing Japanese on the phone. "You bastard......"

ACE SNAPPED HIS PHONE AND THREW IT INTO THE BAG CONTAINING THE BODY. Swearing is not creative, can a 'bastard' describe me? At least I have to be described as a super 'bastard', the strongest 'bastard' in history, or something, and I really can't 'socialize' with you islanders.

The lights flashed all the way, and the elevator went straight to the parking lot on the basement level.

This work 1 6k exclusive text version debuted, may not be reproduced without consent, excerpts, more of the latest and fastest chapters, please visit.! Without the agent's intuition, Sato also knew that something was going on in the office. He asked Footgear to monitor the movement of the elevator, then ran to the fire elevator, and soon Footgear told him on the phone that the elevator stopped on the basement floor. Sato rushed to the parking lot at a speed of 100 meters and saw that *** had been opened and a SUZUKI van was parked in front of the loading dock. As long as they come down from the twenty-second floor, they are enemies except for their own people. He immediately called the phone to inform him to come down for support.

With a click, he let go of the stick and quietly 'touched' the van against the wall.

From the direction of Sato, you can't see if there is anyone in the car or in the elevator, but the elevator will not get down on its own and be locked. The soft rubber-soled shoes made Sato not make a noticeable sound when he walked quickly, and he gently turned the slinger in his hand and slammed into the car and the elevator.

The first thing that came into his eyes was a small cart in an elevator, with a laptop computer stacked high on several black 'colored' plastic bags, and the video on the computer was a scene near the loading dock in the parking lot. Now there is a side face of a person on the screen, and that is none other than Sato himself. Sato took a step back in surprise, and the people on the screen followed suit.

A black 'hole' 'hole' muzzle sticks out from the back of the cart, and then a face wearing a ski mask sticks out, and a majestic man slowly stands up from behind the cart and looks straight at Sato.

Sato is also one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, but it is clear that this man is much taller.

ACE'S GAZE FELL ON SATO'S SLING, AND HIS EYES 'REVEALED' A CONTEMPTUOUS SMILE. Do you think you can face the whole world with that toy? And still in front of your Lao Tzu?

"Who are you?" ACE asked him in English. Although this question is a bit redundant, ACE still has to confirm his identity so as not to hurt the innocent, but judging from his skills, it is obvious that he is not a security guard in the building.

If Sato was smart enough, he should have known that the person on the other side couldn't shoot casually even though he had a gun in his hand, otherwise he wouldn't have to ask Sato this question. All Sato has to do is shut his mouth and run away. In that case, ACE would either have to shoot or get out of here quickly, at least half of the chance he would survive, but apparently he wasn't trained in this kind of scene in the SP, and he was already 'messy' when he saw the black plastic bags. Sato is not a person who has never seen the world, and he knows that there is only one purpose for a bag of this size and texture, which is to hold corpses.

As soon as ACE spoke, he could already hear that this was the person he had just talked to, so now he was only angry.

"Eight Tooth Road!" HE LOOKED AT ACE ANGRILY AND MUTTERED A CURSE IN JAPANESE.

In this way, ACE also heard that he was the one who called.

At this distance, Sato could clearly see a flash of joy in his eyes, and before he could grasp the danger that this look, the tall man had already stepped out from behind the cart, holding a gun in front of his chest with one hand, and 'touching' Sato's body with the other hand.

"Dead devil, he's so bold that he dares to 'touch' it without even a gun."

ACE mockingly shoved Sato, put the pistol back in his backpack, jumped two steps off the loading dock, pointed his index finger at Sato, and swung down.

"Come here, let Daddy see what surprises you have with your little toy."

Ace's voice was deep and powerful, and the way he moved his body was even more provocative: he jumped two nimbly, then flicked the tip of his nose lightly with his thumb, except that he didn't scream, his posture was that of a large bruce lee.

Sato was furious, and if he couldn't beat this guy into a ball of mud with a slingering stick, then he would cut his abdomen with a full-fledged knife.

He also put on a natural posture in the way of the sword. Of course, this is not a kendo called "Kendo", but a kendo called "kenjutsu".

Seeing his angry eyebrows and staring at his luck, Ace pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Sato, who widened his eyes in surprise and froze his whole body.

ACE glanced at the computer in the elevator and turned to Sato.

"Isn't it fun? You may be a madman, but I'm definitely not a fool, and I don't have an easy way not to. ACE HAD A CRUEL SMILE IN HIS EYES. It's not a game between us, it's a war. You idiots. ”

Sato's anger had not yet turned into surprise, and a bullet had already hit him in the face.

ACE THEN JUMPED OFF THE LOADING DOCK AND HURRIED TO CATCH UP WITH THE GEAR THAT WAS COMING THIS WAY. The foot tool hadn't seen what was going on here, but in front of the oncoming tall man, the foot tool, who was only one hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall, immediately moved sideways, and used the sword in his right hand and the scabbard in his left hand to pose as a "flying bird".

, put the pistol back in his backpack again, pulled out his "Cerberus" fighting knife and pounced on the Japanese.

Real martial arts never last long, and there are no dazzling moves, and the outcome of the fight depends entirely on the usual training, which emphasizes only three points: speed, accuracy and strength.

Of course, the level of Kendo of Zugu is more than four dans, and even dealing with several ordinary people at the same time is no problem at all, but his experience in killing people is definitely not as much as ACE, both in terms of momentum and judgment of the distance between the two sides, both in terms of momentum and judgment of the distance between the two sides, when his ferocious thrust and flexible horizontal slash did not play a role, ACE's raised elbow has already hit him in the face, and then, naturally, the inverted fighting knife stabbed into the heart of the foot Gu from top to bottom, under the power of ACE, The sharp blade even cut one of the ribs of the foot.