The team members were already like frightened birds, and the nighthawk suddenly shouted, and as soon as his legs were weak, he squatted down directly, and he didn't have time to use his waist to exert his strength.

Nighthawk also turned his back at the same time, and the sound of snapping came immediately, and the force was very strong, like a small steel ball ejected, and the Nighthawk almost took a few steps back.

The shuriken all hit the backpack behind Nighthawk, densely packed, and many flew over their heads, unabated, and some flew directly out of 50 meters before falling to the ground.

Nighthawk was shocked that the strength of these ninjas was so great, and the shuriken that hit the backpack almost brought him forward again.

Almost at the moment when the wind passed, all the ninja's shurikens had been shot out, but they did not achieve their expected effect at all, and not even half a figure fell on the ground.

Their darts are coated with poison, and everyone is coated with different poison, only they have an antidote to detoxify, even if these people are immediately sent to the hospital after being poisoned, they will die because of too long.

It can be said that if you dart, you will definitely die. But the reality is very cruel, the poison dart they carefully developed failed to kill, and the bullets of the black bear swept over solidly.

As soon as the pressure on his head disappeared, the black bear picked up his gun and stood up from behind the nighthawk, and swept a shuttle of bullets towards the four ninjas in front of him who were about to take the dart again.

Holding the shuriken that had just been removed from his clothes, under the impact of the black bear's stormy bullets, the four ninjas were like fluttering in the wind, and they were hit by the bullets and flew out, and the blood was splashed on the ground, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

The AK47 is known as the king of war at close range, and its power is imaginable, and it is simply vulnerable to the fragile body of a human being.

Looking at the ninja who fell to the ground, already dead, Nighthawk knocked down the shuriken embedded in the backpack with his saber and stood up with a sigh.

"These ninjas are so cunning, attacking me with two ninjas hanging from the ceiling to attract everyone's attention, in fact, they are certain to die.

While we were all distracted by the two guys above our heads, the four ninjas in front of us suddenly appeared and threw poison darts at us, and I think at least half of us are going to die here. ”

Nighthawk secretly exclaimed that it was a fluke, these ninjas' thoughts were too complicated and thoughtful, and they were worthy of being assassins for a long time.

The military thorn took a deep breath, if it wasn't for the Nighthawk pulling him just now, he would be a dead man now, and now he is a little afraid to think about it, torture those poisonous darts to death, but it is not the result he wants.

The black bear patted him on the back and asked if he was okay, and the spur smiled at him with a white smile, apparently frightened.

"Okay, move on, there's not much room left in this house, I'll see what other tricks they have." Nighthawk said as he straightened out his gear.

With a gun in hand, he stepped over the corpse of the ninja on the ground and continued to walk towards the wing room on the left.

When I stepped forward and opened the door, it was dark inside, and I could see through the night vision device that the room was very spacious, and the seats of the guests and hosts, which are unique to the Fuso people, were neatly placed on the ground.

There is also a low armrest table in front of each cushion, which seems to be used to place food and cups when guests meet.

Further in, there is a bedroom, which is simply furnished, with only a double bed made of mahogany and some furnishings.

Wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden cabinets, this room is all made of wood, and it is completely a mahogany furniture showroom.

"Although the furnishings are simple and nothing unusual, even so many pieces of furniture together show extraordinary and taste." Mengfei looked at these mahogany furniture playfully on the side, and said with envy and hatred.

"What kind of taste can a devil have, make so many mahogany here, and be guarded by so many ninjas who are not human and ghost, how do I see how it looks like a haunted house, this pine should not want to become an immortal here, you see how old these things are." The military thorn was talking nonsense, and he didn't care about the strange eyes that others looked at him.

"Let's go, there's nothing here, it's just such a big place, go to other houses and search." Nighthawk didn't notice anything wrong, turned around and led everyone to search the opposite wing.

The wing room on the right side is almost the same as this side, there is no difference, the only difference may be that the direction of entering the bedroom is reversed, just like the mirror, and all the looks of the houses on both sides are symmetrical.

Looking at this layout, everyone felt strange, they couldn't understand what the Fuso people were doing with such a house, could it be that they lived in a house on one side and got up in the morning and were ready to see the same self on the other side.

After shouting that the little devil was strange and didn't find anything more, the team exited the room and prepared to walk towards the main house.

The door of the main house was much larger, and when I opened the door, two pillars came into view.

It was probably the base pillar, which was used to support the house, so tall and large that it would take two people to hug each other, as thick as the pillars in the palace that Nighthawk had seen earlier in the Forbidden City.

Where to find such a thick tree, if it weren't for the rich rival country, it would be unimaginable, everyone opened their mouths and scolded the devil's extravagance.

The military thorn even said, maybe it's because Matsumoto's ancestors robbed a lot of money in our hometown and came back to build such a house, and used our hard-earned money to enjoy it here.

The furnishings in the room are similarly simple, with no Fuso-style cushions and a large set of rosewood chairs instead.

Like the decoration of the hall of the Celestial Empire, it is divided into guest and host positions, with two Taishi chairs on the main seat and a table sandwiched in the middle. There is a row of Taishi chairs on each side of the lower head, which is neat and clean, and it seems that it has just been cleaned today, and there is no trace of dust.

There is a row of flowers and trees behind the chair, and if it is daytime, looking at this fresh atmosphere can also make people feel refreshed.

Although the house is very large, there is no place to hide people, it seems that Matsumoto is not here, and there is no potential danger, Nighthawk shook his head, I don't know what the hell this Matsumoto is doing, look at the room on the right, turn around and walk inside, and the team members also followed.

This is a study, a large desk neatly placed the four treasures of the study, the pen holder is full of various types of brushes made of various materials, an unfinished calligraphy and painting exhibition is placed on it, and there is a little grinding paint next to it in the box.

The bookshelves are full of all kinds of books, including thread-bound books in ancient costumes, leather books, books made of bamboo sticks, and more modern books.

It involves all levels of knowledge, throughout the ages, history and astronomy, everything, a cursory glance, at least hundreds of thousands of volumes, around the study room full circle.

"I can't see it, Matsumoto, an old devil, still loves to study so much, and he should be a good student when he goes to school." The monkey walked to the bookcase with a muttering mouth and casually went to the bookcase to get a book to look at.

A cold light flashed out of the bookcase in an instant, hitting the monkey's eyebrows.

The monkey froze on the spot, he could not imagine that there would be someone in the bookcase against the wall, and that he could give him a sword where he could take the book casually.

Suddenly, he felt the back of his neck tighten, and his body flew backwards quickly, and the wind whistled in his ears, but the sword was almost close to his forehead, and he couldn't dodge it.

It turned out that the black bear who was following him saw this fierce sword, and when he couldn't make a move, he pulled the monkey's back collar and pulled it back, and the force was too strong, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Although he avoided the bad luck of being pierced by the long sword, the other party shot too fast, and the monkey was still injured under the fierce rescue of the black bear, and the sword stabbed straight into his skull a little before stopping, the blood flowed, and the monkey felt that his head was going to explode.

"Get down." At the moment when the sword light appeared, Nighthawk shouted loudly, and lay on the ground almost at the same time as the black bear.

The team members were a little caught off guard by this strange raid, and just a little stunned, they saw that the bookshelves surrounding them suddenly exploded and fell apart.

I didn't have time to think about it, and the teammates who knew that the danger was coming drew a scoop according to the gourd, and all of them fell freely and fell directly to the ground, and before they reached the ground, the whirring shuriken flew past their scalps with the sound of the wind.

If it weren't for Nighthawk's shout, this would be their collective graveyard.

There were ninjas all around them now, standing in a circle around them, all around the walls, and they hid in the recess between the bookcase and the wall, waiting for Nighthawk to come to their door for a long time.

The sound of "Ahh

It was supposed to be a good ambush, but because of the Nighthawks, their reaction quickly turned into a farce of their own people beating their own people.

The ninja who was hit by the dart yelled desperately, "Whoever shoots me, whoever shoots me, get the antidote." As soon as I shouted a few times, I felt dizzy, my legs didn't obey, and I slowly spread to the ground, convulsing violently.

Seeing this scene of the nighthawk lying on the ground, they were shocked, the poison on this dart is really powerful, it can attack in such a short time, and it also makes people lose their combat effectiveness, if they are hit, they can only wait for death, either they are poisoned or wait for the ninjas to come up and make up for it.

"Let's act" While the ninjas shouted in a mess, Nighthawk would never let go of this fleeting chance of survival, beckoning everyone to fight back immediately.

The black bear and the nighthawk were the first to stand.

Some of them came back to their senses first, but they didn't have time to send shurikens again, and for fear of accidentally injuring their companions, they drew their swords from behind and rushed straight at Nighthawk.

The speed of enduring is terrifying, they are the messengers of the night, the blades are shining, and the nighthawk can feel the cold rolling in to the bone. It was the call of death.

With such a short distance and two steps, they can rush to the front of the Nighthawk and them, and they rely on their sharp knives and there are many people, as long as the Nighthawk reacts slowly, they will be chopped into meat sauce on the spot.

By instinct, Nighthawk and Black Bear didn't have time to straighten up, they only raised their heads slightly, and the guns in their hands had already sounded, forming a beautiful network of crossfire.

The sound of the gunfire rang out, and the bullets flew the ninjas who were holding the knives, only two fingers away from the head of the Nighthawk, but the blade was too sharp, although it did not hit the Nighthawk, the wind that could bring up the knife had already cut the skin on his head, and the blood flowed.

The people on the ground didn't have time to get up, lying on the ground desperately pulling the trigger, they had no goal, the frightened soldiers in a cold sweat, the only wish was to use up the magazine of the gun in their hands, as long as the gun was still ringing, they had hope of life.

In such a narrow space, soon, more than 20 ninjas who were still standing were nailed to the wall by bullets, and there was no room for resistance.

Looking at the ninjas lying on the ground, Nighthawk gasped, this is a race against time, this is a contest with their own reflexes, if they reacted a little slower just now, just a second, now the people lying on the ground must be them Suddenly drops of warm liquid slid across Nighthawk's forehead, he raised his hand and touched it, it turned out to be the first blood flowing from the skin cut by the blade. Nighthawk let out a sigh of relief and shouted that he had been too lucky.