The entire square is basically paved with mud. I don't know if Matsumoto is stingy with a few dollars and doesn't build a wide cement yard, or if this is the original construction model. Anyway, they don't understand the ghost thoughts of the Fuso people, and they don't bother to think about it.

Nighthawk led the crowd through the muddy ground of the schoolyard quickly. Running under the flagstand, Nighthawk suddenly stopped, took out a high-powered infrared telescope and carefully reconnoitred around.

The surroundings were empty, except for a few bits of white light from the main building, and there was a deathly silence all around, eerie and cold, not at all like a place for the living. Nighthawk thought to himself that Matsumoto's psychology was too dark.

Putting away the binoculars, Nighthawk continued to sprint through the mud towards the tall building. Strangely, it hasn't rained for the past two days, and I don't know why the mud here is rotten. The soldiers stepped on the muddy water with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the splashed mud shook them one foot and one leg, which was very uncomfortable.

From a distance, the first floor of a high-rise building is relatively large. When they got closer, they realized that it was just a glimpse, not counting at all, but actually much bigger than what they saw.

At the door, there were two stone beasts of unknown breed neatly side by side, with fangs and claws, and their faces were full of hideousness.

The wide eyes looked as if they were staring at the Nighthawk from any direction, like two gatekeeper spirit beasts, ready to exert their power at any moment to tear apart these uninvited guests who sneaked in.

Behind the stone beast, at the door of the huge red gate, there were four sturdy guards.

The weather was already a little cold at night, the breeze was blowing, and the thorns who had just been filled with dirty water even shivered slightly.

But these four guards were only wearing short-sleeved T-shirts and stood at the door very swaggeringly. There was an automatic rifle on his arm, his expression was stern, and his eyes were like searchlights, scanning the darkness in front of him in all directions. Fingers clenched tightly on the trigger, ready to make a fumble in the darkness at any moment.

"Finally met someone, it's still a hard idea." Nighthawk looked at their thick arms, their high bulging chests, and the strength of their will to fight, and knew that they were beginning to meet Matsumoto's elite.

He gently stabbed the black bear and made a killing gesture at him. The body slowly retreated, but the monkey was pulled again. Three men put silencers on their rifles. Slowly aiming at the four big men guarding the door.

"Hit the last two first." Nighthawk spoke to the two of them in an almost whispered voice, but his eyes were fixed on the two guards who were approaching the Red Door.

The black bear and the monkey slowly moved around and crawled to the claws of the stone beast. The muzzle of the gun motionless passed over the two people in front of them, and aimed at the heads of the two behind them without any fancy eyes, only their heads were moving in the sights, and the black bear and the monkey fell into waiting, waiting for the next second to explode their heads.

Nighthawk raised his gun behind the black bear at the same time, and his target was the first two.

Two bolts of fire suddenly shot out from the muzzles of the black bear and the monkey with a dull sound. The two strong men standing at the back, almost at the same time, seemed to see a meteor streak, and then penetrated their own Heavenly Spirit Cover. Time stopped, just a momentary feeling, and the two fell in response.

But that's enough. The guards were well-trained, professional soldiers, and they knew that someone was shooting at close range just by the flash of fire.

Regardless of the two companions behind them who were shot by the gun, bursting out a large ball of blood that was slowly passing away, the two quickly raised their guns and aimed their guns at the stone beast, and their bodies also squatted down at the same time, preparing to retreat back to find cover.

The guards were indeed quick to react, but Nighthawk was quicker than them, and they were still too tender compared to the world-class special forces.

At the same time as the two guards bowed their heads, the gun in Nighthawk's hand fired two deadly bullets in succession without any obstacles. The bullet spun out at high speed from the back and forth line, and pierced the eyebrows of the two Fuso people who were delusional and wanted to return fire.

The two guards looked at each other's frightened expressions and fell to the ground in a delicate arc.

The group quickly climbed the stone steps, and when the military assassin passed by the corpse of the guard, he did not forget to kick a few guys who fell in a pool of blood, venting the uncomfortable feeling of death and life that he had just vomited.

The door of the tall building was open, and only a large chandelier hung from the porch in the center, which could only illuminate the dim black of the whole room.

The ground floor is very large, the size of two basketball courts. The furnishings inside are very simple, basically a vacant hall, and I don't know what the Fuso people use it for, so it won't be idle here as a decoration.

The monkey immediately came up and asked: "Captain, there is no one in such a big place, what is the use of being empty, it won't be a mourning hall." "Your mourning hall is so big, I think it's a dance hall for rich people to socialize." The military thorn speculated.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's search the neighborhood to see if there is anyone, except for Monroe, see one and kill the other." Nighthawk's hand waved down and said murderously. Now Nighthawk's decision is to settle this matter quickly, very quickly.

Everyone was very much in favor of Nighthawk's order.

For such a long time, they have eaten enough Fuso people. A few injured people are holding back their hearts and not to mention, it is a shame of shame.

Just saying that the military assassin has a monstrous hatred in his heart, and he is never dying. The little devil tied up Monroe, which made him unbearable more than tying himself.

It's no wonder that as soon as someone confessed to the military assassin, you little devil took away someone's girlfriend, doesn't this force people to a dead end. This kind of heartless thing still happened to the military thorn, with his personality, he will never stop if he doesn't make a mess.

The military assassin who was forced to be in a hurry, that is going to kill. When he came, he had already sworn that even if the Nighthawk did not command, he would also exterminate all the Fuso people here, and avenge Monroe's revenge for being caught in the bedding.

The search was done quickly, and although it was magnanimous, there was really no one here. Only a few large columns stand in the center, supporting the base of the building.

"Go upstairs and continue searching." Nighthawk felt that there was nothing left to check and made her way to the innermost staircase on the first floor. And he hated those cylinders, which always reminded him of those gods and ghosts who endured it without knowing it.

The staircase is an old-fashioned wooden structure, and it seems that in order to preserve the castle's old appearance, Matsumoto has no intention of renovating it in such a modern society.

Stepping on a wooden ladder that may have been hundreds of years ago makes a soft creaking sound from time to time. Let people not dare to move too much, so as not to disturb the guards guarding the upper floors for no reason.

Slowly, cautiously stride upwards. The gun in Nighthawk's hand was pointed at the top of the second floor, for fear that a ghost-looking Fuso man would suddenly appear. These Fuso people can't be deduced by common sense, and sometimes Nighthawk even thinks. These miscellaneous pieces that I don't know where they came out of may be born with the devil's children.

There was also no one on the second floor, and Nighthawk, who was standing at the top of the stairs with his gun raised, saw the entire second floor at a glance. It's also quite empty, except for a long press and a few seat cushions by the window. There are also a few potted plants quietly surrounding the long press, like a servant standing on the ground, respectfully waiting for the master's instructions.

The window paper was black, and it was impossible to see what material it was made of.

Nighthawk lowered his gun and made a frustrated gesture behind him.

"It's empty again, I don't think Matsumoto is in this building anymore, otherwise why would there be the four guards downstairs." The military thorn said summing up, touching his chin with his hand and nodding his head non-stop, affirming his thoughts as he spoke.

"I don't think so, maybe it's just a rhetoric. When we took it lightly, a group of Fuso people suddenly appeared. "Yaksha reminds everyone.

"That makes sense, be vigilant." Nighthawk walked towards the window.

There is a pot of tea, a teacup, and nothing else. Nighthawk approached and touched the temperature of the teapot.

"Hot?" Nighthawk frowned.

Suddenly, Nighthawk felt a light in front of him. A flash of light quickly approached Nighthawk's chest with lightning speed, and the black shadow that could not be dissolved in front of the window suddenly came to life, holding a knife and slashing Nighthawk fiercely.

Oninomaru was full of confidence, and with a vicious smile on his lips, he could clearly see Nighthawk's face. This sword is resolute. must be able to take the life of the Chinese man in front of him.

But just a moment later, his mouth was wider than the lid of the pot that had been pressed for a long time, and beads of sweat the size of beans were like beads with broken threads dripping downward.

I don't know if it's because it's too dark.,Even the oni-no-maru.,I've always been in the dark night.,Can't see things clearly.。 His thunderous sword, which Nighthawk would never be able to escape, actually didn't split Nighthawk in half. It was like cutting deep into something hard, and I could hear Nighthawk gasping for breath in a hurry.

Oninomaru, who didn't achieve the effect, was very puzzled, his knife actually happened to cut the magazine on Nighthawk's chest, and the force was so strong that the whole knife was stuck in the magazine, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

Nighthawk, who had escaped death, was terrified, and cold sweat was dripping down, and if there was a light, he could see that his face was already as pale as paper. The soldiers in the distance could only see the dramatic scene in horror. Oninomaru grinned and drew his sword, and Nighthawk watched Kinomaru's ridiculous movements in a daze.

Oninomaru was about to put his foot against him and draw his sword, when Nighthawk finally came to his senses. His expression tightened, and a surge of anger surged throughout his body. Raise your leg and kick it hard.

Oninomaru heard the sudden sound of uncast wind in front of him, and hurriedly raised his arm to block it.

But this kick was too strong, gathering the strength of Nighthawk's whole body and the anger that erupted like a river, and smashed it on Oninomaru's arm with all his strength.

The aftermath continued, and his arm slammed into Oninomaru's head.

Feeling like he had been hit by a car, he took off the knife in his hand, and his whole body was light, flying more than 4 meters like a kite with a broken string, until it hit a plant before stopping.

Rolling and standing up, Oninomaru spat out a large pool of blood, and the crushed flower pots under his body were dyed bright red, and even those few remnants of flowers looked extremely strange in the dark, just like the Oninomaru who pressed it.

Nighthawk pulled out the knife stuck in the magazine with all his might, remembering the frightened scene just now, he couldn't help but feel weak again, and if it hadn't been for the black bear behind him to help him, he would have almost sat down.

"Captain, what's wrong, it's okay." The black bear asked with concern, and at the same time kept scrolling his eyes up and down to see where the Nighthawk was hurt.

Breaking free of the black bear's hand, Nighthawk forced himself and said, "It's okay, it's okay, this kid nodded in the back and hit my magazine with a knife, if this magazine hadn't saved me, I guess you would have to give me a memorial service." ”

Everyone sighed and sighed, admiring that Nighthawk was really not ordinary shit luck.

Oninomaru, who was lying on the ground and vomiting a mouthful of blood, suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so poignantly, even more creepy than his sudden appearance.

"I think I'm known as the king of ninjas, the killer of ghosts, and I actually did such a ridiculous thing today, hey! Looks like my life is numbered. The voice was full of desolation, and this was the sigh of a doom killer about his life.

Nighthawk wanted to say something, and suddenly, the whole room went green. A huge green fireball appeared behind everyone, and Oninomaru, who was lying on the ground, laughed again, and he raised his head, his face full of fierceness and determination.