Jiang Li was very angry, but he hadn't completely lost his mind, since he dared to make a move, he was sure to deal with the explosive vest. For a sharp soldier, removing explosives is a compulsory course, in this regard, Jiang Li is not as talented as a meteor, but in his previous life, he studied explosives for a long time for the final plan, at that time revenge has become Jiang Li's belief, and people with faith often burst out with great potential, Jiang Li became a master in this area in that situation. Since his rebirth, he has not deliberately used this skill, and he really does not want to recall the scene in his previous life.

The ceramic knife is not reflective, Shi Xiuyu and her mother You Xin didn't see how the vest full of wires and reinforced locks was removed, not even the knife light, the waistcoat that threatened the life of the whole family on You Xin had already reached the hands of a bloodshot young man.

Miyamoto Tomoo was in a very bad mood, he had just returned to China and was sent out to carry out a series of new tasks, he knew that the headquarters was forced to do this, in recent months the construction speed in China has been very rapid, all kinds of facilities are gradually improving, and it will not be long before the city's monitoring system will be restored to the pre-war level, and it will be impossible for him to complete the task easily.

This time it came out quite smoothly, the three set goals have been completed, and they are much stronger than those people in the first detachment of the headquarters, not only the task was not completed, but there was also a mistake when retreating, and the news from the headquarters came from the whole detachment, ●, w≠ww. Only two people in charge of communication and liaison of the entire detachment of more than 50 people survived.

According to the feedback from the fourth detachment that took over the mission, the Russians also suffered a big loss, and it is impossible to say who the target will end up in. Fortunately, what he is best at is assassination, otherwise he would have been depressed and depressed to death when he always took on this kind of theft and escort mission.

It was precisely this failure that made the country reassess the speed of Huaxia's response, and those of them who rushed to the front line had to perform multiple tasks at once, seize the last bit of time, and narrow the gap between Yamato and Huaxia. This time Miyamoto is considered to have crossed the border, and he has never received the task of snatching materials. The target person is strong. Five hours have passed, and it is not easy for him to reveal where he is hiding things. These lurking people are very capable, and they do much better than themselves at torturing people. But they're also a little stupid, since they can't break through physically, they should try to find a way mentally, it seems that they still need to take action themselves.

Tomoo Miyamoto stops thinking nonsense, and Junmoto personally interrogates the target. He suddenly smelled a very fresh smell of blood, drew his gun, and turned around. Finding cover, he reacted as quickly as a black cat.

A garment stained with a large amount of blood plasma flew out of the door. The jacket was the same long-winded big man's clothes, and the flight trajectory of the suit was a bit weird, and it stands to reason that something so light shouldn't fly out of this curve without being crumpled up. Miyamoto pulled back his arm and stopped shooting himself at the last moment.

"Boom!"

Sometimes quick reflexes are also a disadvantage, especially for people whose reaction speed is much higher than the speed of their minds. Two bullets hit the clothes in flight almost simultaneously. The shockwave instantly tore apart the objects that were blocking its propagation.

"Daddy is in which room?" Shi Xiuyu rushed out as soon as possible, and quickly rushed to the door next to it that was blown up with potholes.

Jiang Li's speed was much faster than her, and he rushed to the door first. The door had been deformed by the explosion, and an arm hanging in the air could be seen through the crack in the door.

Slam your shoulder against the door. Jiang Li flashed in with the open door. A curved knife went straight to the back of Jiang Li's neck, the speed was extremely fast, but it was not traveling in a straight line.

Jiang Li sank his shoulders and leaned back. A scarred arm was grasped in his hand.

"Old stone. It's me, Jiang Li. ”

"Heh, I really didn't see it, you have changed so much." Shi Junpeng took a step back. Leaning against the wall and panting, he was covered in tiny wounds, and these hours were not so unbearable.

"This place is not good for long. Let's pack up and get out of here. ”

Fortunately, if there had been such a big disturbance in another month or two, the army would have come to the door long ago.

"Oh no, someone ran away." Coming out of the room where Shi Junpeng was being held, Jiang Li noticed that the debris on the ground had shifted significantly, and there was an extra foreign breath in the air.

"Old Shi, you guys clean up, and then wait for me here." Jiang Li wrote an address and handed it to Shi Junpeng.

Jiang Li was already sure that the guy who ran out was the person sitting on the sofa, who could make the right dodge action in such a limited reaction time and save his life, this person was not simple, and he didn't even notice his hiding place just now. With this hand, he must be left behind, and such a person must not be allowed to leak his information, even if it is only inconsequential superficial information.

If it weren't for his injuries, Miyamoto would never have run away, and as a professional assassin, it was his instinct to deliver a fatal blow when the enemy didn't even find him. Since he had been injured in a shockwave, he couldn't tell the extent of his injuries right away. A few highly effective treatment pills, a simple and efficient examination, only five minutes Miyamoto Tomoo already has a clear understanding of the injuries on his body, he still has the strength to fight, if he finds an environment suitable for fighting, with his own skills, he will definitely not be afraid of ordinary masters.

When Miyamoto arrived, he conducted a detailed investigation of his surroundings and pre-planned the way back for his retreat.

Crumbling concrete walls, twisted steel bars and beams were a common sight after the war, and Miyamoto's motorcycle was hidden in the rubble.

Seeing the motorcycle illuminated in the plastic sheeting used for camouflage, Miyamoto had a smile on his face, although the additional mission failed. But he still has another very important piece of information obtained in the previous assassination, as long as he brings this information back, the guilt of not completing the task will be offset, and he will even be rewarded, after all, the last task is temporary, and it is normal to be poorly prepared, although they have lost a few excellent undercover agents, compared to their own lives, what are they worth.

Pull out a communicator from the shelter of the motorcycle. Miyamoto's fingers press toward the power button. There was a sudden tingling pain in his fingers, and the special communicator wrapped in an alloy shell in his hand instantly turned in half. At the same time, the thumb of the left hand also fell to the ground along with the fragments of the phone.

"It's really fast." A Chinese man wearing a mask appears in front of Miyamoto.

Miyamoto could only pull out one of the two weapons, and the loss of his thumb in his left hand deprived him of the opportunity to use his best fighting style. He could feel that the person in front of him was strong, but he didn't feel too much oppression, and according to his experience, such an enemy would not cause him too much trouble.

With a mistake at his feet, Miyamoto rushed up with his fastest body, he was very jealous of his opponent's flying knife ability, and he must not let his opponent distance himself from him. Ordinary firearms are definitely not as fast as the hidden weapons of hidden weapon masters.

The long and narrow knife slashed down with a chilling majesty, and the blood droplets splattered from Miyamoto's injured fingers fell with it, giving him a different kind of decoration for the domineering upper section of his move.

The blade has reached a foot or so above the target's head, according to Miyamoto's usual experience, it is absolutely impossible for someone who does not react at this distance to dodge his own attack, it seems that the opponent is just a master of hidden weapons, once he is tightened, there is no longer a threat, and subconsciously used the three-point power left for the back hand, and the knife speed is one point faster.

Resistance came. The momentum of the long knife was inevitably affected, and the speed plummeted. The corpse that was often seen split in half did not appear, and the resistance on the long knife came from a pair of hands, a pair of very white and slender hands. The long knife was sandwiched between the hands. It has been led to the side of the body by the owner of the hand, and the blade of the knife is also laid flat.

Miyamoto lost his mind instantly, and after reacting, he immediately turned the long knife with both hands to stir up the pair of white palms. It's a pity that he miscalculated, and let him use his strength to feed. The long knife didn't move a single cent with his strength, and the long knife was fixed in the air.

"This, how can it be ......" habitually let out a sigh. Frightened excessively, he subconsciously used his native language.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that Yamato people with this face are not common. It looks like you're a hardcore traitor. The voice under the mask was cold.

"Yaga, my Miyamoto Tomoo is a dignified Yamato person, how can I compare with those bastards who betray the country and seek glory."

Tomoo Miyamoto roared angrily, he would never allow others to insult his country, and although the task he was carrying out was dishonorable, it did not affect his own definition of love and action.

"Yes, knowing that you love your country, it seems that you are not useless. You don't have a chance to get out of here alive, and in recognition of your love and affection, I allow you to cut yourself off. Let's use Yamato's most commonly used seppuku, although I don't know if you're a samurai or not. ”

Miyamoto Tomoo couldn't see the face of the person under the mask, he knew that this person was the one who was arrested later, but at that time he didn't pay attention to the other party's face, or the other party deliberately didn't let himself see clearly, anyway, he had no impression of this person's appearance at all, but he could think that the face under the mask must have a smile, with the smile of death.

Miyamoto's birth was noble, and although he later declined, he did not forget it, and people from generation to generation told him when their children were adults that you are a samurai, the most noble samurai of Yamato.

Miyamoto threw the long knife on the ground, tore his shirt, and pulled out the ribs, this weapon that he usually holds in his left hand I don't know how many people I have killed, and today I will die under its blade.

The severe pain made it impossible for Tomoo Miyamoto to complete the cross cut, not even the most ordinary one-word cut. He never imagined that the search for dignity would be so painful.

"Okay, I'll help you." The cold voice under the mask seemed to be heavenly, and what Miyamoto wanted most now was someone who could help him end this endless pain.

The knife cut Miyamoto's neck in half, stuck in the middle of the cervical vertebrae, and did not move.

"Although I'm just a part-time intermediary, I shouldn't be worse than those majors."

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