"What, ninja? There's really such a thing, it's not acting in a movie, is it? The group asked Nighthawk in disbelief, and the military thorn jumped into the open space to check what the ninja looked like, curiously rummaging through the contents of the corpse.

The monkey looked at the delicate workmanship of the shuriken nailed to the door panel, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Stop" Nighthawk shouted, and the frightened monkey quickly retracted his hand, looking at Nighthawk with blank eyes, not knowing what he had done wrong, which angered the captain.

"Don't you see the color shining on that dart, bright and bright, it's highly poisonous, as long as you get a little bit, you will be poisoned, you don't want to die." The monkey roared at the nighthawk, and immediately looked at the dart, and sure enough, the dart did shine brightly, looking at it under the night vision device, and it turned gracefully.

"From now on, everyone, turn my vigilance to 180 degrees, as long as it is something sent by a ninja, everyone should not touch it, it will be poisoned.

These ninjas are despicable and indecent, they are not warriors at all, they are all killers who secretly attack people, and they only exist to kill people.

You didn't see it just now, but this group of people immediately withdrew after a single blow, and they didn't even care about their companions. It's really a three-way play. Nighthawk spat at the mouth and scolded these top killers in Fuso.

"Captain, what's going on with these ninjas, aren't they a product of ancient times, why are they here to assassinate us now" Yaksha asked puzzled, when I was a child, I often saw ninja stories on TV and comics, and knew that these people were very mysterious, and once upon a time, children liked to imitate ninjas and play roles.

"I don't know, but I'm sure these people are Matsumoto's personal guards, and we're in their ambush circle right now, these ninjas are cruel and stalking, and they won't stop until they achieve their goal.

I once heard the older generation of martial artists say that they once studied kung fu with the ninjas from Fuso, these ninjas are mainly defensive, and will inadvertently give you a fatal blow, everyone should be cautious, every step for me to step on, don't give these little devils a chance. ”

Everyone is tightly attached to each other to form a dense protective formation to advance, so that no matter which side is suddenly attacked, the people around him can quickly react and cooperate with him to carry out an effective counterattack.

This time, Nighthawk walked side by side with the black bear, and he didn't want to leave the danger to the black bear alone.

There was silence again, and the wind blew softly, slapping at the wooden door that had just been opened by the Nighthawks, squeaking back and forth, and the sound made people shudder in the darkness of the night.

The birds chirped in the branches, and although it was late at night, it did not dampen their interest in singing, as if they were watching the calamity that was about to happen on earth, and playing mourning for the death of someone.

If it weren't for the ninja's corpse lying on the ground, Nighthawk would have even wondered if it was a hallucination caused by his over-nervousness, maybe it was just a nightmare, but reality always breaks dreams quickly, because we always live in reality.

Soon, they reached the end of the hallway, clinging to the wooden railing, and the black bear asked Nighthawk if he wanted to search the house opposite.

Nighthawk thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No need, you see that the structure of the house opposite is roughly the same as this side, and the black light is blind, Matsumoto will not be there, there should be another ambush and killing array, search forward." ”

Nighthawk's analysis is very correct, such a small house, without preparation, how could Matsumoto escape here so quickly, his first reaction was that he should flee as far away as possible, and hide as deep as possible.

In front of it was another corridor, leading to another large room, which seemed to be a real hall, and the one outside was for meeting outsiders, which was supposed to be the place where his family or good friends would gather together.

The hall on the front is very large, there is a room on each side, slightly smaller, it looks like a Chinese wing, but the shape here is very elegant and exquisite, and the grace adds a lot of atmosphere, and you can know that the owner is a person with status at a glance.

The style of the house was completely reduced and built according to the pattern of the palace, and they even had a sense of intimacy when they saw it to Nighthawk, feeling as if they had returned to the Tang Dynasty.

The team continued to move cautiously forward, Nighthawk preparing to search the left wing first, and the team followed him slowly to the left, with Yaksha still walking last.

Keeping his eyes on the tail of the team, he was responsible for guarding the safety behind him, ensuring that everyone's backs could rest on their bodies.

Reaching the bend in the hallway, Yaksha took a deep look at the thick darkness ahead of him, made sure there was no danger, and then turned to follow the group.

Just as he turned the corner and was about to take a step forward with his right foot, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if there were droplets of water across his neck. Yaksha was startled, knowing that it was not good, and subconsciously wanted to squat down.

Although his movements were fast, compared to the speed of the ninja, he still suffered unprepared.

Wrapping around his neck was an extremely thin wire, and a ninja fell swiftly from the top of Yaksha's head, and with a strong hand, Yaksha's whole person was hoisted by the force of inertia and the ninja's weight.

The moment the ninja landed, he pulled out the knife behind him with his backhand, a beautiful arc, the blade cut to the waist of the Yaksha, the sharp blade with a dazzling cold light, and in an instant, the Yaksha was about to split in half.

But the knife slashed through the air, and the uncontrollable force made the knife slash at the wood at the turn, and the ninja stood in place in surprise, surprised at how the person hanging in the air suddenly disappeared.

He never expected that although he took the lead, the battle-hardened Yaksha had no thought in his head after being hoisted.

Almost instinctively, his hands grasped the thin steel wire around his neck, a standard curl around his abdomen, his abdomen was forced, his feet were facing up on his head, and he endured the sharp pain in his neck, and his whole body was parallel to the ceiling above his head.

The ninja's knife at this time just slashed under his buttocks, cutting off the strap hanging from the back of his buttocks.

The knife that fell to the ground made the sound of metal hitting the floor.

The ninja only flickered for a moment, turned around and fled, he didn't complete his mission, and there was no point in staying here.

One jumped in the air with his leg raised, but before he could disappear into the darkness, a bullet had already pressed down on his flying body.

A short moment. It was enough for Nighthawk to spot the attacker and kill him, and the ninja who had lost his disguise was not even a bug in their eyes.

After dealing with the ninja, Nighthawk and the others hurriedly ran to the Yaksha hanging in mid-air, and the black bear took up his knife and cut the wire that hung the Yaksha, and the Yaksha, who was fluttering his legs, fell down and collapsed to the ground.

Taking off the night vision device, Nighthawk took out a flashlight, this yaksha was deeply cut in the throat because it was dropped by a very thin wire, and the blood was constantly seeping out, but fortunately it was not a fatal injury, but it was relatively deep into the flesh, and it did not cut the major artery. But his hands weren't so lucky.

The neck was not injured completely by his hands, and he dragged the wire rope to prevent the wire rope from piercing his neck, and now he looked closely, because the hand was too strong, the entire wire rope had completely sunk into the palm of his hand, and the black bear patted Yaksha's back, and Yaksha nodded knowingly.

The black bear suddenly pulled out the wire rope in the palm of Yaksha's hand, and the painful Yaksha broke out in a cold sweat, and his body shook for a long time.

Nighthawk took the flashlight and could already see the white bones exposed between the upturned flesh, and the blood was flowing out of the wound.

"Stop the bleeding, quick" Nighthawk shouted, Mengfei hurriedly ran forward, grabbed the hemostatic powder and alcohol, Yaksha gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain of alcohol spilled on the wound, and did not say a word.

After the poison was eliminated, Mengfei took the hemostatic powder and sprinkled it slowly and evenly on the wound, Yaksha had another spasm, but he still couldn't help but not scream, and everyone admired Yaksha's manhood at the moment, brave and calm. Even the Nighthawk on the side sighed to himself.

By the time Mengfei had bandaged all the wounds of Yaksha, Yaksha's face was already terrifyingly white. That's because of excessive blood loss and constant pain.

"It's okay." Even though he knew that Yaksha was in a terrible pain, Nighthawk still had to ask.

Holding back the pain, Yaksha took a deep breath, soothed the muscles twisted by the pain, opened his eyes, and slowly said, "It's okay, I can still hold the gun." Captain, go ahead. ”

Nighthawk nodded, grateful for Yaksha's knowledge.

I can't stop now, I've come this far, I have to find Matsumoto and complete this never-ending mission.

Otherwise, facing Matsumoto's frenzied revenge and the motherland falling into the fire of hatred, as the person directly responsible for this operation, such a failure cannot be tolerated.

"Let's go, everyone should be careful now, these ninjas are very ghostly, and you have to pay attention to your head." Nighthawk made a throat-slicing motion, turned and moved on, Yaksha picked up his gun and walked in the middle, this time covered by a mine.

It hadn't been more than two minutes since they had finished speaking, and the group had only walked a few steps away, when Nighthawk suddenly felt that the top of his head seemed to be much darker than elsewhere.

The night vision device was brought back up, and two sword lights mixed with fire-like light suddenly appeared from the night vision device, and Nighthawk hurriedly lowered his head in fright, and two blades crossed and swept past his scalp.

Nighthawk could even feel the coldness of the sharp blade as it slashed across his scalp.

A handful of hair slowly floated in the air, and the back of Nighthawk's head was cold, and it had been directly wiped off by the sudden two knives, revealing a piece of light.

Nighthawk was in a cold sweat, and if he hadn't subconsciously looked at the black shadow above his head, his head would have to gurgle on the ground like a ball.

With a violent roar, the spur behind him raised his gun to the top of Nighthawk's head.

Shoot at these two guys who didn't have time to run after the sneak attack, these guys are too shady and always hide in the dark to give you that.

Although this is also what special forces often do, they are always real knives and guns, which are like these guys, they will run away after a fight, and they will not stop if they take advantage of it.

It's a pity that their target is this group of special forces, it should be said that the special forces of the special forces, many of their skills are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Nighthawks, and now they are completely relying on their own concealment to carry out raids from time to time.

The two poor fellows fell from the ceiling where they were lying on their stomachs, and their bodies seemed to have been beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Be careful, squat". Nighthawk suddenly shouted, pulling the spur and squatting down.

At the same time, four black-clothed ninjas suddenly appeared on the opposite side, they did not dodge or wall, they were walking on horses, and they kept throwing things in their hands, and a cold light suddenly crossed in the night, with bursts of hellish killing sounds, and they were swept towards the nighthawk at great speed.