Climbing like a dragon chiseled through the ground and then stepped on the solid ground, the head of the seat stabbed his body, and his feet moved slowly.

But in fact, every step was firm, and it was like an instantaneous step, moving faster than the eye could see, and his steps could easily deceive human vision.

"Sand."

The dirt makes shallow shoe prints.

The head of the seat headed towards the outside of the base, just in time to brush the black Tibetan man head-on.

"I don't remember that the agreement said that the work was life-threatening."

"Fortunately, I have already purchased life and health insurance, and it has been three years since I took out the insurance, and I can get a compensation for accidental death."

The brain circuits of the black Tibetan are wonderfully diverging, and he has just finished admiring the pomp and circumstance of the Kanto region, but he doesn't want to be the background board of the pomp and circumstance at all.

"But when I die, the beneficiaries are my parents."

"Can't you just change it to the utensils of the underworld and burn it to me?"

Standing on the high hill, looking at the rickety old man walking towards him, the upper and lower rows of side incisors of the black Tibetans gritted the cigarette holders.

The cigarette butt lit up and down, and the ashes of the spark slowly fell.

The pleasure brought by cigarettes to the brain faded rapidly, and nicotine could not relieve the brain pain, like happily going to the Oupai bar, only to find that they were all artificial fake Oupai, and they were forced to consume tens of thousands.

Although the rising smoke revealed the lightness of the wind, the giggling in his dark throat and eyes, and the act of holding back the laughter with his lips closed, deeply betrayed him that he was not as calm as he was on the face.

He wanted to take out a scalpel to trim his hairstyle and be a decent man when he died.

"Forget it, knives are not allowed in the base."

Grabbing his hair, the black Tibetan hammered his palm, as if he had forgotten how many times he had been invited to tea by the police for carrying a scalpel on the plane.

"Just die with this hairstyle, it's not bald Mediterranean anyway."

His dark and thick hair gave him the confidence to look good, and he has been the doctor with the most hair since he began his medical studies.

The strange man in prison uniform got closer and closer, and after thinking that he would die, the Kuro Tibetan calmed down, and he judged at a glance that the other party was blind.

Under the old man's slightly open eyelids were white pupils, which shook violently from time to time, and were uncontrollable actions of his nerves.

This kind of blind man was met on the road, and he could beat ten of them.

But whether he is blind or deaf or dumb, the figure that broke through from the surface of the earth can't be faked, let alone blind, even a three-year-old child can slap him back to his hometown in the Northeast from Kanto.

The two got closer and closer, and the black Tibetans became more and more unable to hold back their laughter.

Looking directly into the blind eyes of the seathead, the black Tibetan leaned sideways, and his suppressed laughter was almost like crying.

The rickety body and the tall figure staggered, and the seat head pulled its ears and continued to move forward.

It wasn't until three seconds later that Maguro turned around with a smile and took the cigarette from his mouth.

"I am resurrected."

But just as his finger touched the cigarette, the cigarette butt in his mouth was cut off and fell to the ground.

At that moment, the head of the seat knife was so fast that his eyes couldn't catch it, and he wiped his black lips and nose to cut off the cigarette butt.

Looking at the cigarette butt that fell on his shoe, the black Tibetan showed the expression on his back, according to his experience of dissecting countless corpses, this cigarette could not be saved.

"Don't smoke when you're young." The seat head walked with his back to the black, and the hilt of the sword he held behind him was unpretentious, "As long as you don't go bald, any hairstyle is good, because whether you are handsome or not is only related to your face." ”

Touching his hair, Ma Hei couldn't help but grin: "Are you pretending to be blind?" ”

The head of the seat shook the prison uniform on his body, did not answer the words of the black man, and walked forward wordlessly.

Directly in front of him, the base made a final desperate fight in vain.

The Yokosuka base is surrounded not only by barbed wire, but also by a high wall, making it look like a prison from a distance.

The concrete walls of the seven or eight storey buildings are condescending, and compared with this high wall, the body of the head of the seat is small and pitiful, and the grasshopper is to the big tree, and a drop in the sea.

The terrible sirens sounded in the base, and the head of the approaching seat was stabbed, and there was no warning, and the armored vehicles and soldiers opened fire at once, and the rumbling of artillery and the rain of bullets rained.

The black Tibetan immediately lay on the ground, reducing the contact area of his body.

"I guess I can't escape this time."

It was obviously aimed at the firepower of the seathead, but the stray bullet almost grazed the back of the black head.

"It's just Syria, the battlefield atmosphere is too strong."

Maguro scratched his back and turned over to look at the moon that was about to be revealed.

In the past, when watching battlefield movies, Maguro's dream was to become a mercenary on the battlefield, to shoot jeeps in the sky in black Africa, to fight with knives in the jungle of Nanmi, to assassinate in the muddy water that lay in the pouring rain day and night, and suddenly explode when the target passed by, maybe the merciless muzzle of the gun will spray bullets and tear his body apart, and in the blend of fire and water, this will be his last transaction.

Thinking like this, the two feet of the black Tibetan moved and took off their shoes.

The humphead sword was like a long roar of a sea whale, brazenly in front of the tower, kicking the ground with both feet, the sword qi was formed, and he was head-on with the rain of bullets.

"Da !!"

More exaggerated than the defector in the aisle, the old blind man drew his knife with his backhand, and the long knife waved in front of him to create an absolute defensive space.

All bullets, shells, and shells were cut off at the sound of the sound.

"Hey."

The seat on the back of the district is like a big bow and arrow, and after accumulating strength, the body is raised, the dry tiger's mouth holds the hilt, and the bright sword suddenly rushes forward.

The time of heaven and earth is frozen in this sword.

The seat head rushed forward five steps, in vain with his blunt feet, and the invisible long knife he held behind his back slowly retracted the tip of his nose, his nose seemed to smell the smell of blood that did not exist on the blade.

On the hill, the black Tibetan looked like a dead corpse, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he didn't know when the half-lit cigarette butt burned to his lips.

"Yabai, if you are slashed by this knife."

"No one can save them if they come."

The permanent fortifications of the concrete reinforcement were broken in response, and four knives were cut in an instant!

The death of a seven-story giant was shocking.

"Boom!"

The loud noise of Yokosuka seems to be heard throughout Tokyo Bay, and the distant ocean-going ships should blow up their horns.

The cut building wreckage collapsed neatly to the ground, countless small stones scattered like a rainstorm, the armored defense line was scattered, and only a few unlucky people were hit by the four sword qi head-on, and more were directly buried by the collapsed fortifications!

Cut off the permanent fortifications that could defend against artillery fire and wash the floor with a single sword!

Not to mention the permanent fortifications, give the ninja enough chakra, and even the meteorite can smash it for you with one palm.

Stepping on the collapsed ruins, the seat walked very slowly, and the white pupils that opened were purple red by the sunset.

The entire military base that can easily suppress the island country, but no one dares to stop in front of the head.

"Pedal."

Prisoner-style shoes tread the ground, and small stones were trampled into the dirt.

But the seat head staggered a few steps forward with a sharp sword, and fell on the ground as standard.

Tripped over a rock.

After standing up with the hilt of his knife on the ground, the seat head spat the dust off his lips with a few snorts.

"You can't do it without crutches, you can't find such a big stone."