Britta had long lost its luster with long blond hair, dry as straw, and had not been washed for a long time, sticking together one by one, exuding a faint smell mixed with the oozing oil in the skin.

The thin body was covered with bruises, the right rib cage was obviously broken, and the mental state was very bad, and the health was even more worrying.

Originally, Britta didn't react to Sato's appearance until Sato brought the needle to her eyes.

Britta's godless eyes were instantly covered with fear, and her weak body didn't know where the strength came from, and began to struggle violently.

But for the chains and ropes on her body, this struggle was of no avail.

With a perverted excited smile on her face, Sato Ling unbuttoned the cuffs of her shirt, and rolled up the two folds without hurrying, and her tone was full of banter:

"Miss Britta, you've exhausted all my patience, and this is your last chance."

As he spoke, he lifted the needle in his hand, his thumb pressed slightly, and a line of water suddenly appeared at the tip of the needle.

Britta stared at the needle in horror, her face full of despair, her voice trembling and weak:

"Please, don't do it, please......"

Ignoring Brita's pleas, Sato grabbed her arm, which was only a layer of skin, and slowly put the needle over.

In an alley a few hundred meters away from the warehouse, a figure wrapped in black knelt on one knee and whispered to Yuichi Musashi in the corner:

"Master, I found it."

At this time, Yuichi Musashi's young face was completely devoid of his usual simplicity, and was replaced by a gloom that was completely inconsistent with his age:

"Save her."

It's just two words, but it's unquestionable.

The man on the ground had only one pair of eyes exposed, and from his attire and tone of voice, he could identify him as ---- ninja.

Hearing Yuichi Musashi's order, the ninja seemed to hesitate:

"Master, would you like to ask for ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yuichi Musashi coldly interrupted him:

"I said, save her!"

"Hayi!"

The ninja agreed, quickly got up from the ground, turned around and disappeared into the alley.

Yuichi Musashi walked out of the corner, looked calmly at the direction where the ninja disappeared, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of disdain, and whispered to himself:

"The Sato family? How can you fight for a Sato? Those three people should also come in handy......"

Twenty minutes later, Yuichi Musashi appeared at the door of his and Liu Cheng's dormitory, the expression on his face returned to his original appearance, only a little more sad and lonely, pushed open the door and walked in.

Liu Cheng saw Yuichi Musashi's expression and immediately asked with "concern":

"Musashi-kun, what's wrong with you?"

Musashi Yuichi smiled, sat down on the edge of his bed, slowly buried his face in his palm, and his voice was full of helplessness:

"She, probably, is going to die."

Liu Cheng's heart froze, and he asked quietly:

"Who? Who's going to die? ”

"That, girl, I found her, in Southtown, a warehouse; But he couldn't, save her. ”

Liu Cheng forcibly kept himself calm, and pretended to be relaxed and said:

"I see, Musashi-kun, don't be sad, you'll meet other girls in the future......"

Yuichi Musashi waved his hand and interrupted Liu Cheng's words:

"Liu Sang, you misunderstood, I didn't want to be in love with her, Goo Yo donkey (love), I just didn't want to, she died, you, understand?"

Liu Cheng nodded perfunctorily and did not speak.

After getting the news, Liu Cheng's anxiety began to churn, and he couldn't control it.

has been in Xinjing for so many days, but there has been no progress in the task, which makes Liu Cheng unable not to worry.

He knew very well in his heart that the longer he delayed, the less hope he had of being able to save Britta.

The time for the Japanese to launch a full-scale war is getting closer and closer, and the hard conditions such as the strength of the independent battalion, weapons and equipment are still far from the standard in his heart.

Moreover, he still needs enough time to bring the troops into the pass, he must fight well in advance, and he must participate in that battle!

In this case, it is especially important for Liu Cheng to be able to get Finn's help.

He didn't want and couldn't let this mission fail!

As soon as Musashi finished speaking, he stood up and took off his coat, and threw it on the bed, and a palm-sized piece of cardboard "coincidentally" fell out of his pocket and landed on the bed.

After throwing down his clothes, Yuichi Musashi didn't look back, and went straight to wash his basin.

Liu Cheng subconsciously glanced at the piece of paper that fell out of his pocket, and the three big words "pass" instantly attracted his attention.

He quickly took it in his hand and glanced at it, it was issued by the Xinjing Command.

Although Liu Cheng was in a hurry, he didn't even have basic reason.

The degree of coincidence in this incident has far exceeded the normal and reasonable range, and there are obvious traces of man-made.

Otherwise, as Yuichi Musashi, how can he freely enter and exit Sato's courtyard? How can you get the pass issued by the Xinjing Command?

Even if this pass was obtained for him by Musashi Rokubu, what is he going to do out of the city?

Just as he was thinking about it, the footsteps of Yuichi Musashi sounded outside the door.

Liu Cheng turned his heart sideways, quickly put the pass into his pocket, and at the moment when Musashi opened the door, an arrow rushed up and grabbed his neck.

As he expected, Yuichi Musashi's face did not have a trace of fear, but a faint smile:

"It seems that you are a little smarter than I thought."

Liu Cheng raised his foot to close the door and pushed Yuichi Musashi down on the bed (emmp, why does it feel so weird?). With his backhand, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and put it on Yuichi Musashi's neck, and asked in a cold voice:

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? ”

With a hint of a smile on his face, Yuichi Musashi asked with interest:

"You don't know who I am? If that's the case, why are you bothering to make up your mind with me? ”

At this time, Yuichi Musashi, not only did the expression on his face look completely like a different person, but even his speech was different from before.

His Chinese is not the slightest bit stiff and fluent.

Liu Cheng's hand was slightly forced, and a thin blood mark immediately appeared on Musashi Yuichi's neck.

He was in no mood and didn't have time to talk nonsense with Yuichi Musashi, and there was a killing intent in his words:

"You don't believe I'm going to kill you?"

Yuichi Musashi's expression still didn't change:

"Don't believe it, because you have no reason to kill someone who can help you."

Liu Cheng was slightly stunned, and said impatiently:

"I'll give you two minutes, and if you can't finish speaking, I'll promise to send you on your way first!"

The smile on Musashi's face grew, and his tone was still relaxed:

"Don't worry, I've already had someone save her, but I need you to go over and take her away; There is a truck parked on the street three hundred meters east of the warehouse, and you can drive out of Xinjing; You also saw that the pass was issued by the headquarters, and no one dared to stop you. ”

Listening to Yuichi Musashi's words, Liu Cheng suddenly remembered what Fern said when he was in Mukden:

"Someone with me will help you!"

But whether the person Finn was talking about was Yuichi Musashi or not, Liu Cheng was not sure.

In this case, he couldn't ask, which was really awkward.

I can't believe it, but I have to believe it.

If he had relied on his own investigation, he would still not have gained anything in a short period of time.

And once what Yuichi Musashi said is true, Brita's life is already in danger, and even if he finds out by himself in the future, it will be too late.

Therefore, he can only trust Yuichi Musashi now and choose to take risks.

With enough care, even if Yuichi Musashi is lying, there is still room for things to turn around.

In that warehouse, the coolie-like people were completely gone.

They were scattered around the warehouse, each with a look of vigilance on their faces.

"Snap"

A stone slammed into the ground with a soft thud.

No one asks "Who?!" as loudly as in movies and television, "Who?!" But almost at the same time, everyone poked their heads out of their respective positions and looked sharply out of the warehouse.

The nearest few have already drawn their swords and are ready to attack at any time.

"Ahem......"

Two light coughs were heard outside the warehouse, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Several people glanced at each other and walked towards the door of the warehouse at the same time.

"Whoosh! Bang! ”

As a cold light flashed with the sound of breaking through the sky, a coolie with a war knife fell to the ground in response, and there was an extra steel arrow on his head, and the person who was already dead could no longer die.

The rest of the people's faces changed suddenly, and they quickly gathered together, standing in a circle back to back, staring vigilantly at the door of the warehouse.

As the sound of footsteps became clearer, a man appeared at the door of the warehouse.

The man's face was covered with a black cloth, his head was bald, his cheeks showed a scar, he was wearing the clothes of the Chinese people, he was holding a crossbow in his hand, and two shell guns were pinned to his waist.

If Liu Cheng was here, it was probably time to go up and discuss with the man about "tort compensation".

This is completely a "replica" of him, but the crossbow is much more elaborate and powerful.

In the words of the Northeasterners: try not to be noisy about things that can be done.

No one spoke, and the battle began.

There were nine Japanese disguised as coolies, and there were eight left, excluding the one who died before they could see the enemy.

As soon as the man appeared at the door of the warehouse, they rushed at the same time.

It's a pity that this eight-to-one battle ended in just a few minutes.

Except for the sound of fighting, there was not a single cry of pain, not a single angry scolding, and not a single gunshot.

With the exception of the man who was killed by the crossbow arrow, the rest of the eight were all killed by a single stab in the heart.

The man threw away the bloodstained blade in his hand, wiped the blood from his hand on the placket of his shirt, and turned to walk towards the warehouse......