Nighthawks weave through the cobweb-like streets of D-Kyo and are very cleverly hidden in the sunlight. After coming out of an underground well, they had been walking like this for almost two hours.

"This city is really big, I used to drive, but the first time I walked by myself, it turned out to be so big." Yaksha disposed of a gangster, broke his neck and left him in the trash can on the side of the street.

This was already the fifth wave of guards they had encountered at the intersection of an important street, including soldiers from the Underworld and the Garrison Command, and even some uniformed security guards with weapons.

However, there are still most underworld elements, after all, there are almost 300,000 underworld elements in D-Jing, and now they are all acting as police officers on the streets.

"But don't mention, these people are still very tightly defended, and if they have a little more professionalism, our breakthrough may be a lot of hardship." Yaksha glanced contemptuously at the corpses of the dozens of underworld activists who were still in the trash, and his words were full of sarcasm.

In fact, the meaning of his words is very simple, that is, you black-gang fools who don't have long eyes, do you know who we are? We're invincible flying special forces.

"Don't talk nonsense, now it is estimated that the entire underworld and troops in D-Beijing are looking for us, right? Didn't you look at the security guards before? They were all members of the Royal Security Company, and the fact that those people were called shows that they value us who have escaped. Nighthawk looked around nervously and quickly set out with his men.

Nighthawk did the opposite, and when he came, he believed that the other party had already known very well, and the road leading to the Humvee outside the city should be heavily guarded, and there must be a tough battle if he wants to rush out.

But Nighthawk didn't take that route, and he let the ambushers wait there slowly, while he led his men across the city, evacuating from the weakest defenses.

Anyway, he has a Sky Eye system, and he can know the enemy's movements from a long distance. While the underworld elements were waiting, he and the special forces had already crossed the city and broken through from the other side of the city.

As soon as you leave the city, the outside is full of General Sakamura's soldiers. According to Nighthawk's knowledge, General Sakamura had summoned his former colleagues, and a total of 50,000 troops had driven outside the capital city.

General Sakamura has unshakable authority in military circles, and those who were summoned by him not only valued General Sakamura's call, but also made the final bet in this contest between the emperor and the Chinese. They bet that the Chinese would win, and as long as the Chinese defeated the right-wing emperor, they could profit from the gamble.

The rest of the way can be described as thrilling, the special forces are wearing the latest urban combat camouflage uniforms, almost integrated with the entire city. They slowly marched towards the guards who were unaware of the intersections, and used the most ruthless methods to eliminate the underworld elements who stood in their way.

With a thunderous blow, the blockade formed by the enemy turned into powder, and the special forces even destroyed a tank on the way back. This is quite a heavy loss for the garrison command, which has extremely precious and scarce heavy weapons.

Finally, before dark, they broke through the enemy blockade and highlighted the D-capital when more enemy reinforcements arrived. Standing in the gray suburbs, heads protruded from the side of rows of houses.

These were all soldiers under General Sakamura, and after a brief check, Nighthawk and them were put on the car back to the military headquarters.

An hour later, Nighthawk returned to the base with all the members of the group. Their arrival caused an immediate sensation. Escaped unharmed from the enemy's blockade, and I heard that many enemies were killed.

Whether it is the Fusang people or the Chinese soldiers, they all look at these cold and arrogant special forces with admiration. In the world of hot-blooded soldiers, they are a symbol of strength and synonymous with manhood. Their appearance represents the word victory.

Nighthawk didn't have time to mingle in the cheers of the crowd, for someone was already waiting for him. An agent approached him with a smile on his face, telling him that the generals were waiting for him in the operations room.

Lao Zhou believed that Nighthawk would definitely come back, just as he believed that he would go back to save him. He had been rescued twice by Nighthawk, and he believed very much in this hero who had come out of the Lingnan SWAT force.

Follow the agent through the barracks quickly, and those who met him along the way cast adoring glances. Nighthawk's mind was thinking quickly, and he not only completed the rescue mission, but also carefully surveyed the enemy's distribution and firepower while rescuing. There was a huge map spinning in his head, and this map was the fuse for how to attack below.

The door was pushed open, and in the battle conference room, a group of generals with generals stood in front of the makeshift sand table and discussed with red faces, and everyone was stunned when they saw Nighthawk come in.

"Are you back? We've been waiting for you for a long time. Lao Zhou was the first to react, he was smiling, and the decadence on his face had completely disappeared. With his black sunglasses, Lao Zhou waved at him.

"Mr. Nighthawk, you're finally here, and we're waiting for your plan." The next to react was General Sakamura, the old general now believes in Nighthawk very much, not only Nighthawk saved his life, but more importantly, as a soldier, he believes in his own judgment....... Nighthawk is a good strategic commander.

Nighthawk was not polite, and walked directly in front of everyone, he saw clearly that the sand table was a three-dimensional image of D-Jing, and the sand table, which had been reduced by hundreds of times, was marked with all the important facilities. The fire points detected in the air are also marked very prominently with red signs, and the entire sand table is a complete map of the attack.

Nighthawk didn't speak, but took a closer look at the sand table. There was silence for a long time, and everyone's eyes were fixed on this soldier with a camouflage face. Many of them didn't know this king of agents from China, but they had all heard of Nighthawk's name, a name as appealing as mythology.

"Give it to the general, let's start the attack. But it only takes a third of the men to attack. Nighthawk smiled and turned his head, squinting his eyes at Sakamura and said, "Just let the 50,000 people you newly gather be the main attacker, and then you can send another 20,000 to assist in the attack." By the way, the gunship formations give them a part. ”

Sakamura looked at Nighthawk in surprise, he thought that as soon as the young general came up, he would attack with a thunderous force and completely defeat the emperor hiding in the city. But he didn't expect that Nighthawk would attack in this way.

Nighthawk saw General Sakamura's doubts, and nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, General Sakamura, you will know what the rest of the people are going to do." ”

Inside the Emperor's Imperial Palace, Ushijima hurriedly walked through the bright corridors, carrying a thick bag of texts in his hand, all of which contained important information sent from various places in Dkyo within an hour.

He was covered in sweat and came to the emperor's palace with trepidation. But what I saw was that the future emperor of the Kudo-do family was drinking afternoon tea with the emperor, their expressions relaxed and leisurely, as if they were about to reach the top of the entire Fuso.

"What's the matter, my dear Ushijima Man. What else could make you so anxious right now? The emperor smiled and slowly raised the teacup, all so calm.

Sakura's eyes shot sharply, and he looked straight at Ushijima Man, but he just glanced at it and lowered his head.

Ushijima coughed and said to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, a team of people blew up a building in Shinjuku Ward, and enemy helicopters took many people from the top of the building. Preliminary estimates put at least 300 people away. ”

Ushijima looked at the Emperor and continued, "I received no less than forty reports in an hour, all of which stated that a group of men had protruded from the western part of D-Kyo and that they had killed all the guards along the way. To be sure, this group and those who were evacuated from the building should be together. ”

The emperor was still drinking tea shallowly, and when he heard this, he pursed his lips and smiled: "I know, probably these people you are talking about are our friends in China." They desperately want to escape the city, because it doesn't belong to them anymore. ”

"Your Majesty the Emperor, those people are dangerous, don't you want to do anything?" Ushijima was shocked by the emperor's expression at this moment, and couldn't help but remind loudly.

"Don't be afraid, just run away, we can't keep them." The emperor looked at Ushijima meaningfully: "We just need to hold on to their actions, and there will be a good show next." ”

Sakura stood up at this time to say goodbye to the emperor and left the palace without saying a word. The Emperor looked at the figure that disappeared into the corridor, and smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth: "In Fuso, only one emperor is allowed. Kuro-Michi, who was also a subject of the emperor. ”

And outside the sunny palace, a row of stretched Mercedes cars are neatly parked in a row. The capable cadres of the Dragon and Snake family stood by the Mercedes-Benz car, and when they saw the future patriarch walking out of the palace, they all saluted respectfully.

Sakura didn't even look at them, and got straight into the car. When the doors closed, the luxurious Mercedes Benz immediately cut off the world.

Sakura frowned at the secret art wearing a sexy close-fitting uniform across from him, and said in a deep voice, "Does the head of the house have any instructions?" ”

The secret technique bent down at him very coldly, and said expressionlessly: "The eldest patriarch said, don't trust the emperor too much. He has great ambitions and is now just using us. Sooner or later he'll get rid of us, and he won't need anyone to be his equal. ”

Sakura frowned: "I know this, what does the head of the family mean?" Do you want me to kill him? ”

"No, the head of the family means to kill him before he succeeds." The eyes of the secret art shot a cold light, as cold as the ice and snow of Siberia.