Matsui Yingmei smiled: "Why admit to losing?" What did I do? Why are you arresting me? Joke! ”

With an aura of admiration in pity, Ichiro Tsuruchiro looked at her face repeatedly, and suddenly whispered: "Deputy Director Matsui, if you are willing to do it anyway, I am willing to use my life to guarantee your innocence!" ”

Matsui Yingmei smiled charmingly, giggled, and trembled: "Section Chief Izuru, you think too much, I'll be honest, I'm already a woman with a husband, I don't like your little trick." ”

Ichiro Izura's face suddenly blushed, he untied something from his waist, shook it in his hand, and became a saber, a flexible soft knife, a type that only special personnel can train and control: "Deputy Director Matsui, do you have to let me do it?" Although your abilities are good, you are still a poor little sheep under the hands of our military intelligence team! As for the little man next to you, he has been targeted by my sharpshooter, and if he dares to move, he will be hit in the head by five bullets at the same time, and bang, it will turn into a big broken watermelon, hahaha. ”

At this time, in the surrounding ruins, five Japanese agents were staring at that side calmly, and as soon as they caught up, they quickly took up a vantage point and aimed at the room from all directions.

They came in a car, chased them all the way, and when they reached the corner of the street, they sped down, ghostly into the ruins and floors.

The top agent sharpshooter, fiddling with an optical scope, this advanced weapon imported from Germany, is only used by agents and killers, not even regular Japanese field division troops.

Because, it's too expensive.

"What about people? Didn't Section Chief Izuru go to the grass and scare the snakes? ”

The sharpshooter agents are not worried about Jing He's safety at all, because the agents of the Military Intelligence Division are obviously a notch stronger than the female killer female agents, even if the skills are comparable, the physical fitness is much stronger.

His goal was to kill the Chinese next to Miss Matsui.

I was worried, and I was listening to the conversation between Miss Matsui and Ichiro Izuru, and he felt a little cool breeze on his right.

He thought it was the natural wind that passed through the hallway and the hollow windows, so he shrunk his neck.

Shhhh

Only then did he turn his body sideways, and suddenly he saw the evil smile of a Chinese man, a heart-palpitating scar, and a fist that suddenly pounced.

He didn't have time to dodge, or even think, before the black curtain covered his entire mind.

Zhang Han threw him to the ground, pressed his knees on him by the way, and began to lurk and snipe.

Although the Japanese agent had his neck broken, his eyes were still wide, as if he was speechless and asking the sky how this enemy appeared here from the floor below.

It was impossible for him to come out from the front because of Iczuru Ichiro, and it was impossible for him to get out from other places, because of the solid walls, and he couldn't get out through the back window, and he used his climbing ability to climb to a higher floor and attack himself.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Using the sniper rifle of the killed devil agent, Zhang Han quickly aimed at a devil and gently pulled the trigger.

A few minutes later, next to the last devil agent, a person suddenly pulled him and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey! ”

He turned to look at it, dumbfounded, because, in front of his eyes, there was an extremely strange situation!

In front of the complete emptiness, more than a meter above the ground, there was an ugly human face suspended, the scar of that time was not long ago, completely ruined the physiognomy, so ugly that absolutely no woman in the world would look at him!

With lightning speed, he reversed the muzzle of the gun and fired a shot at the man's face, followed by several more shots.

But the ugly face quickly disappeared!

Disappear into thin air!

In front of him, there was no trace of the man at all, the sun was shining, and the ruined buildings that had been scorched by the fire were impregnated with a peculiar halo, rough cement pillars, jet-black textures, an unpleasant smell of human fat after being burned, and the light and scenery were all vivid.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

"Hey, hey!" A voice spoke, tapping him on the shoulder behind him, and when he looked back creepy, a force had already grabbed his throat, like a giant octopus under the sea, and lifted him straight up.

Before the sniper rifle he had turned his hands in place was in place, he was hit in the shoulder by some force, and his arms were suddenly paralyzed, and he threw away the rifle.

With a clang, the sniper rifle fell to the ground, rolling over the rubble and debris.

In the void, there is nothing, but that power is real!

"You, you, you, are you a human or a ghost? Ahem, ahem. Second Lieutenant Qing, the assassination master of the Military Intelligence Division of the Japanese Army's Mei Agency, struggled to ask.

In front of him, suddenly there was a face, still the same ugly and obscene face, and then, his neck, hair, shoulders, arms, all appeared, and finally, his waist, and his legs.

"You, you are the number one target that the Imperial agents want to attack, Zhang Han, the killer of Zhina?" The lieutenant shuddered a sentence from his throat.

The man smiled, "Yes, it's me!" ”

Second Lieutenant Qing's curiosity exceeded fear: "How did you achieve instant stealth?" ”

The man smiled, "I won't talk about this, anyway, you don't understand it, just go with confidence!" ”

The second lieutenant wanted to ask something, but he felt that his neck was completely tightened by the big octopus, and a stream of hot blood was squeezed wildly, and then, bang, exploded.

He looked at the man with wide eyes, but he couldn't speak.

Zhang Han directly pinched his neck bone with his hand, twisted it fiercely, twisted his head 720 degrees, kicked it forward, and turned to leave.

In the room on the original floor, Matsui Eimi is fighting with Ichiro Izuru.

The two of them advanced and retreated from each other, each not giving in, and at the same time, there was a soft cotton knife, and the tricks were almost the same.

However, Ichiro Tsuru's physical strength was much stronger, and he gradually suppressed Matsui Yingmei.

"Deputy Director Matsui, surrender, otherwise, I will catch you, enjoy it first and then kill it!" Ichiro Izsura said in a smug and evil tone.

Matsui was furious, and her handsome face showed a characteristic ruddyness, which was a precursor to anger.

Whoosh, some hidden weapons suddenly sent out from her side, shooting at her opponent.

Ichiro Izsura was hit by two of them.

Matsui Yingmei smiled and took a few steps back: "Izuru, you hurry up, otherwise, within a minute, you will become a corpse!" ”

Jing He took a step forward, smiled indifferently, knocked the hidden weapon off his clothes with a cotton knife, and then lifted his jacket, revealing the special clothes wrapped inside: "Director Matsui, I'm fine, now, it's you who should care about yourself!" ”

Matsui Yingmei hurriedly retreated, and Izuru Ichiro advanced step by step, and soon forced Matsui Yingmei to the root of the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Ichiro Izhiro shook the knife and made an amazing whistling sound in the air, and proudly reached out to touch her chin: "Miss Matsui Yingmei, you are really beautiful, and you deserve to be the best stunner of the plum machine!" ”

(End of chapter)