At the innermost part of the headquarters, Miura and Sato were studying tactics and discussing how to arrange them after entering Foshan.

At this moment, the sound of shouting sounded in front, along with the sound of gunshots from the horn.

"What's going on!" Miura's expression changed, his eyes straightened, and he turned his head to look at Sato.

Sato looked over there, and soon panic appeared on his face: "Your Excellency General, it seems that there is an assassin." ”

Needless to say, Miura also smelled danger, and a master like him has reached the point of being extremely sensitive to himself.

"Be careful!" Miura shouted, then pulled out the gun from his waist and looked closely at the entrance.

This is the innermost room, and for security reasons, except for the entrance at the junction, the rest of the place is closed.

But at this time, such terrain undoubtedly makes them turtles in the urn, and once Ren Yao enters, Miura and Sato have no way to enter the heavens and the earth.

"Quick, protect the general!" Someone shouted, mixed with the terrible screams of the female correspondent, and the decibels were so loud that they could tear the roof open.

Ren Xiaoyao kicked off the table in front of him again, and the powerful reverse thrust sent him completely in the opposite direction.

Constantly changing positions in this way, he is like an incomparably nimble monkey, and all the bullets can only follow him to eat dust.

Two hideous-looking Japanese soldiers rushed ahead, looking like staff officers, and the epaulettes they wore were at the rank of lieutenant.

"Kill, give!"

The two men drew their katanas and slashed straight down in the direction of Ren Yao, and at the same time, the other people's guns immediately formed a coordination and shot in the direction of Ren Yao's evasion.

With a knife in front and a gun in the back, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly entered a dilemma.

It is worthy of the Japanese wing command, although all of them are commanders, but their personal strength and marksmanship are far superior to those on patrols.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao snorted lightly.

"Up!"

He stepped forward half a meter and then half backwards, so that as he advanced and retreated, he dodged almost all the attacks, leaving only the last katana.

All the Japanese who saw this scene had excited smiles on their faces, but before they could be happy for a second, the expressions on everyone's faces froze.

I saw Ren Xiaoyao on the spot suddenly stand still, put out a fist frame in the shape of a dragon (pronounced the same as 'tuo', referring to the Yangtze crocodile), drank lightly in his mouth, and took the knife hard.

There was a ding, like the sound of slashing on a piece of hard iron, and the face of the staff officer, who was holding a Japanese sword, was already full of horror.

On the other hand, Ren Xiaoyao ate this blow hard, and was cut on the back, except for the clothes that were torn, there was only a white mark left, and the skin was not even broken!

This is the ability to control the muscles with all his might, and this is the horror of the Grandmaster who is close to the peak!

Everyone was in a daze, and the scene in front of them was beyond their comprehension.

These people were stunned, but Ren Xiaoyao didn't, and almost immediately launched a counterattack.

There were two bangs, followed by a miserable scream and the sound of the table being knocked over.

The two staff officers were like humanoid sandbags, and in the case of a frontal hit, the entire sternum was completely shattered, and there was no room for struggle to go to hell.

Jumping around, such a scene made all the Japanese in the command go crazy, one by one desperately pouring bullets in the direction of Ren Xiaoyao, but it was useless, all the bullets were dodged, and even if there were those that couldn't be dodged, they were blocked by him with the help of various items.

On weekdays, each of these people is a sharpshooter, and each of them needs countless Chinese soldiers to kill on the frontal battlefield, and even killing one is enough to publish a newspaper to celebrate, so that all Chinese know this good news.

However, today, here, these middle- and high-level elite officers, who were regarded as the backbone of the Japanese army in the past, are easily erased by the slaughter of chickens and dogs.

"He's not a man, he's a devil!" A Japanese officer screamed hysterically, his eyes were filled with fear, and he sat down on the ground in despair, and the gun in his hand fell weakly to the ground.

"Yaga, don't talk nonsense!" Someone was furious and rushed up to slap the Japanese officer a few times, trying to wake him up.

But it's useless, this guy has been scared out of his guts, he has grown so big, he has never heard of people being so terrible, this is not a person, this is the devil condensed by the soul of that person!

The gunshots kept ringing out over there, and some people were still shouting in fear here, and the situation was extremely chaotic.

At this moment, a large number of Japanese soldiers poured in from the gate, and the nearest patrol arrived.

The Japanese officers were overjoyed when they saw the patrolmen and shouted, "Quick, the assassin is inside, go and destroy him!" ”

Whoa...

Suddenly, dozens of patrols rushed inside, chasing Ren Xiaoyao's direction and attacking, making Ren Xiaoyao's pressure immediately double.

Outside the headquarters, dense Japanese soldiers have surrounded this place, and countless artillery and machine guns are facing this side, but no one dares to act rashly.

"Remember not to fire, whoever dares to fire, shoot on the spot."

Many junior and mid-ranking officers walked back and forth in the crowd, their foreheads already crowded with sweat.

The Assassins broke into the headquarters, and the situation inside was already terrible, but there was no way, for the safety of the commander inside, they could not open fire, so they could only defend here.

The reaction of these people was already expected by Ren Xiaoyao, and the reason why he killed the four pro-soldiers by thunderous means in front was because he knew the importance of the command center, which was quite the heart of the entire wing, and once there was a problem, it would be a catastrophe.

He is now like a bloodthirsty worm burrowing into the heart of his enemy, wreaking havoc on his heart all the time, but even so, will this person who wants to live directly explode the entire heart? No, he won't, so he'll just die faster!

Therefore, he can only choose to deal with this bug in the fastest time, if it is slow, it will die, and if it is fast, it will live!

So, in this case, Ren Xiaoyao occupies the absolute initiative, he has no worries, he simply exerts his advantages to the extreme, in such a moment, as long as he can solve Miura before those people isolate themselves, he will be successful.

But is it possible? No way!

As a person standing at the apex of the grandmaster, within a few meters of his body is his "domain", and all those who enter this "domain", as long as he wants to kill, there is no second possibility except death.

The strength of terror, the astonishing judgment, the foresight of intelligence, and the Japanese army that threw the mouse, these four points constitute the absolute advantage of Ren Xiaoyao today.

In such a situation, Miura,

Mortal!