At the entrance of the escalator, seeing the man dressed as a samurai jumping down the stairs following Kazuo Tento, Sousuke Araki was also about to turn over and catch up......

"Koshin has a wind name Kamato ......"

A breeze blew from behind with an inexplicable murmur.

Sosuke Araki hurriedly turned around.

In the dark, a thin middle-aged man in a black robe was attacking him with a sickle in each hand.

Approaching him, the man's rush slammed into Sousuke Araki, dissipating like a gentle breeze from a shabby fan on a summer day.

And the other party's originally extremely fast speed also became sluggish.

"Is it Kazuo Amato's subordinate again......"

In the darkness, Sousuke Araki could clearly see the man's every move.

The movement slowed down suddenly, but the middle-aged man didn't notice it at all, and lowered his body with some effort, and swept his foot at Sosuke Araki's feet with a "ruthless" kick.

“…… Ale? ”

A second later, "Four" looked up with some embarrassment at the terrible man in front of him who was wrapped in "three-hole black stockings", glaring angrily, and completely unstumbling because of the "whipping leg under the law of cause and effect" that he was proud of......

"No...... Wait, how can it be ......"

At this moment, he realized that the breeze wrapped around him had long been gone, and the "divine power" in his body had become extremely weak.

The scythe in his hand, which should have been quickly connected, also became extremely obscure.

Seeing that the situation was not good, "Four" tried his best to drive the "divine power" in his body, wanting to turn into the wind and escape again......

"Poof......

But apart from the discharge of a large amount of gas in the body, the "divine power" did not react.

"Ahh!!h

Time is pressing, and Sosuke Araki has no intention of fighting with the little minions.

He exerted his strength on his hind feet, jumped slightly, and mercilessly slammed his knee into the face of the man who was dressed coolly, behaved in a funny way, and squatted in front of his lower body and emitted an unknown gas.

"Uhh......h

Hit the door by his merciless iron knee, the emaciated "Four" spun straight out, smashing the huge wooden box in the corner.

And he himself, at the moment of the leg in the face, was already unconscious due to a concussion.

After dealing with the unknown man, Sousuke Araki hurriedly ran towards the inside of the second-floor platform.

"Damn, thanks to Abigail's Silver Spoon, otherwise I would have really returned to the arms of the Lord......"

In the corner not far away, Siena struggled on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

A suspicious man with heavy stockings on his head quickly ran forward to help him up.

“…… Sure enough...... Sousuke BOY? ”

Stunned for a moment, Siena confirmed the identity of the other party through his voice and body shape.

Although he didn't know how the other party broke through the defense line of the three people and came to him, he was relieved when he remembered the strange skills of the young man in the woods that night.

"Leave me alone, you try to stop those people first......"

Siena forcibly stabilized his trembling body and instructed Sosuke Araki.

"If you let that person out, I don't know how many killings will be done......"

Although Abigail's Silver Spoon helped him resist a fatal attack, the real and helpless experience of death still remained in his heart, far more painful than physical injuries.

"Hey, I don't need you to say it, I'm not going to let that old guy run away......"

After confirming that Siena was okay and remembering Kazuo Tento's ugly face, Sosuke Araki's eyes lit up with anger again, and he turned around and chased after him.

"Be careful, that guy with a sword is strong...... Very strong......"

"Bang ......"

Behind him, Siena's reminder was instantly drowned out by three gunshots below the warehouse.

When Sosuke Araki rushed to the guardrail, Matsumoto Ginji stopped by Kazuo Amato.

"Ding...... Ding......"

Three bullets, sliced in half, landed limply at his feet.

Not far away, in the gap of the gate, a man with the same winter black stockings on his head, the smoke from the two guns in his hands had not yet dissipated.

It was after Kohei Higashino was put in the car that he saw that Sosuke Araki hadn't come out yet, and he turned back to Ryoma in front of the warehouse.

As soon as he walked to the crack in the iron gate, he saw Matsumoto Ginji holding Kazuo Amato, running towards him.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Kohei Higashino and the "nowhere to be found" Sousuke Araki, with the black stockings on his head and the "black gun" registered in someone else's name in his hand, he shot more simply than Sosuke Araki.

…… It's a big deal to go back and write a few reports, saying that he had shouted dozens of warnings before shooting these two "extremely dangerous and suspicious extremists."

“…… This...... Is this something that people can do? ”

Seeing that his three bullets were cut off by the man dressed as a ronin during the shogunate period without changing his face, Ryoma was also stunned before the second one, revealing an unbelievable look.

Kazuo Amato...... Where to go......"

At the same time, Sousuke Araki also rolled over from the top of the stairs......

"Hey...... Kazuo, there may not be too many people who want your life. ”

"Bang."

Before Matsumoto could finish his words, the gunshots rang out again.

"Zheng."

Matsumoto Ginji pushed the seriously injured Kazuo Tenteng aside, and the long knife in his hand once again accurately stopped the cold spear released by Ryoma again before the second time.

"Sousuke, be careful, this guy's swordsmanship is terrifying......"

And the second front Ryoma on the other end had already taken this opportunity to kick the green dragon knife inserted in the "gravel" next to the container in front of Sousuke Araki, who had just landed.

He had never heard of a human being able to cut a bullet at close range with a sword in such a dark environment.

"Hoo ......"

Sousuke Araki picked up the Blue Dragon Knife and immediately habitually clasped his hands together and held it high above his head, with the long knife hanging behind him......

This quaint Qinglong knife is only about sixty centimeters long, and compared with the pair of oversized double knives in the hands of the man opposite, it is as ridiculous as ordinary people want to be as long as the African elephant race.

But at the moment when he raised his knife, a mysterious and mysterious momentum began to slowly accumulate.

"Hey, it's not that coincidental......"

Looking at the "bank robber" who was covering his face in stockings and holding a "machete" not far away, Matsumoto Ginji's eyes were slightly solemn, revealing a complicated expression.

The posture of the man on the opposite side is clearly Beichen's starting style.

Moreover, the momentum of the other party is completely opposite to the traceless and weak Chiba Ibuki, but they have the same goal.

It's more like a tornado, frantically plundering the air around it, as if it is about to accumulate into a storm that will destroy the world.

But there is only one thing that is undoubted, this is the realm of sword heart and clarity.

Obviously, this person has walked out of his own way in Beichen's knife stream.

Chiba Ibuki's crash course of "you can get a waiver in one day" can teach such a role?

"Whew...... The two days are first-class, Matsumoto Ginji, with Bo Zhiguo Angang, Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kanding, see Ginseng. ”

Matsumoto Ginji inhaled slightly, lowered his body, the long knife in front and the wakicha behind, and for the first time declared his name with a serious face.

This shows that he regarded the man with the stockings on his head as an equal opponent, not a "weed" that would fall with his sword.