Following Lawrence's guidance, a luxurious motorcade pulled out of the tunnel and meandered towards Kyoto at a high speed.

"Hurry, in a hurry to go to the bathroom?"

Huai Shi looked down at them in the distance, and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand: "The goal has appeared, everyone is ready, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he threw the drone into the air, turned to look at the mountain behind him and ordered, "The command is up to you."

"Yes!"

Yamashita bowed respectfully and put on his helmet with both hands: "I wish you prosperity and prosperity!"

"I just hope that my fortune will be more prosperous. ”

Huai Shi stretched out his hand, took the helmet, and buckled it on his face.

The distinctive crimson helmet looked like a flame, revealing its curved horns from under the hard visor, and the hideous golden spray paint around it, like a demon bound in a human body.

In the roar of the engine, Huai Shi twisted the accelerator, and the motorcycle roared out in the camera.

Soon, it disappeared from the drone's field of vision.

The suspended drone has changed color and quietly disappeared into the air, only the small humming sound spreads in the sky, shrouding the sky over the winding mountain road.

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In the middle of the convoy, in the elongated car, Ryoma Mifune smoked irritably and scratched his neckline.

He did not look solemn in front of the believers, and as soon as he got into the car, he took off his shoes, and after tearing off the robes that were in the way, he revealed the flower shirt and gold chain underneath, twisting and twisting on the chair, like an old monkey.

"The Pope is too careful, is it necessary?"

"The wind has been very tight lately, and there is going to be a big move up there. Besides, some time ago, didn't that group of bastards let out the news that they wouldn't give up?"

The cold guard who checked the gun looked up and replied, "To avoid any movement from those dog mongrels, be careful - in fact, you should wear body armor to be on the safe side." ”

"Wearing body armor to meet the big men above, whether we are religious legal persons or survival freaks, it's too unusual. ”

Ryoma Mifune sighed and looked at the guards in the car: "If something happens to you, what's the use of me wearing body armor...... Would you like to have some?"

He deftly rolled the cigarette paper in his hand and handed it over.

The guard was stunned: "No, and ...... Aren't you going to the Festival today?"

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO SERVE A MISSION THAT YOU HAVE TO MAKE YOURSELF HIGH FIRST. ”

Mifune Ryoma sighed, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath of the forbidden fragrance, his back twitched, his face flushed, his eyes became psychedelic, and his pupils dilated.

The illusory and ethereal sound sounded in my ears again, like fairy music, and thousands of people were singing sacred hymns in unison. His soul, his so-called soul, was free from the shackles of the body, suspended upwards, ascending with the gentle attraction, above the earthly shackles, and once again into the psychedelic and brilliant dimension of light.

"What a wonderful, compassionate love ......"

He wandered in the gentle gaze of the gods, reciting sacred scriptures over and over again, and experienced the feeling of the spirit being purified and sublimated under the light of heaven.

Smoke rises.

His body went limp, he lost his strength, he breathed heavily, and leaned against the leather seat.

The hollow pupils that spread out stared at the void in front of him, and involuntarily smiled happily.

The voice of the fairy music became clearer and clearer.

Near, closer...... Finally......

Rumble!

A loud bang suddenly erupted, waking him up from his blurred dream, and he raised his eyes in astonishment, and the fairy music around his ears dissipated without a trace, torn apart by the rough noise.

All that remained was a low roar, like the roar of steel.

It was the loud bang of the engine.

Burning the engine oil and spitting out thick smoke, the heavy locomotive suddenly flew out of the winding mountain road, crossed the limits of the road, and galloped over the complex mountain.

Gallop downward.

The pitch-black locomotive broke through the bushes like a drop of ink rolling off a sloping piece of paper, leaving behind the smoke of the oil's rough burning that lingered for a long time.

Only the high-pitched, shrill sound of the engine was rapidly approaching.

Along with the knights on the Iron Horse, descend from the sky!

"Nine, nine, stop it!" The guard in the car picked up the walkie-talkie and said vigilantly: "Everyone open the insurance, if you dare to approach, you will attack the ...... directly"

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out.

From the rear of the car, the windows suddenly opened, and the guards, armed with weapons, poked their heads out of it and pulled the trigger on the knight who was speeding behind.

And Huai Shi, twist the throttle.

In an instant, the speed soared.

The heavy and huge locomotive was incredibly dexterous in an instant, dodging left and right, flexibly dodging the shotgun's spray range, and in an instant, it was close at hand.

Looking down,

The crimson helmet reflected the light of the dashboard, like the distorted face of a demon, as if it were a mocking grin.

From the speeding locomotive, the demon raised his elbow and slammed it down on the stunned face, followed by the crunch of a watermelon smashing.

The entire interior of the car was dyed a gloomy color under the scarlet splash.

The shotgun that had escaped rolled in the air outside the window fell into the raised palm and clenched.

The locomotive is galloping and speeding up!

Rumble!

Just above the mountain beam in front of them, there was a loud roar, and the suddenly collapsed mountain rock tumbled and fell, smashing the car behind the leading car in front, and blocking the traffic by the way.

Immediately afterwards, among the bushes on both sides, the members of the Huai Paper Group who had been waiting for a long time had already walked out of it under the leadership of Ueno, holding the long guns and short cannons that Yingzhou didn't want civilians to play, and pulled the trigger on the convoy.

The firefight begins!

The car in front of him was smashed by a boulder, and the speed of the entire convoy slowed down sharply, but the speed of the biker did not slow down in any way, and the wind rushed forward.

Deftly dodging from the strafing of weapons behind the windows, he had the time to adjust his direction and speed, adjust the throttle, tilt the body, and nimbly weave between the convoys.

The shotgun snatched in his hand was held upside down, like a baseball bat, and swept over the head of every daring to rise.

In the middle of the limousine, Ryoma Mifune, who was immersed in a forbidden drug trance, struggled to prop up his body, his neck twitched, and he looked around blankly.

The fairy music and divine whispers in his ears were rapidly moving away, and there were constant noises and loud noises squeezing in, making him scream in annoyance, and he didn't realize what was happening.

I heard the roaring sound of the engine approaching, swirling around as if it were everywhere.

There is a fire burning in the hallucination, and just outside the car, the whole world seems to turn into an eerie hell. The Burning Knight roared and galloped on a steely skeleton horse.

Trampling flesh and bones, roaming the dead wilderness.

But the illusion quickly dissipated under the stimulus of fear, and he finally came to his senses, and heard the low roar of wandering outside the car window.

Adjustment from the throttle, twist twice, loosen, twist twice, loosen again.

The low roar of the engine also became like some kind of eerie beat.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock!

"That's ...... What ......"

He stiffened his neck, and before he had time to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he looked around and saw the arrogant figure in the firelight outside the window.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock!

The low roar was like a hammer pounding on his skull, trying to carve the crazy rhythm into his head.

The burning knight excitedly raised his shotgun, held it upside down, and sang happily to the red-stained butt.

"Man, you're a kid who just shouts, frolicking in the streets, hoping to be a big guy one day-"

Rumble!

In the loud noise, the locomotive suddenly floated, and the heavy tail of the locomotive smashed deeply into a door that had just opened, and smashed into pieces along with the people behind it.

And the knight raised his head, raised his microphone-like weapon, and sighed regretfully: "You are so disgraced and embarrassed that you kick the tin can everywhere!"

At that moment, he raised his head, and behind the red-stained mask, a pair of cold pupils looked over. Through the car window, pointing to his face:

“——Singing！”

Sing it, sing it out loud!

So, in the loud noise, the ethereal fairy music in the ears glowed and wailed, and was drowned out by the auditory hallucinations that seemed to be the roars of thousands of people. In the hallucination of the forbidden drug, only countless evil spirits crawled out of hell, lying in his ear, roaring hoarsely:

“——We will， we will， rock you！！！”

The sound of a deafening guitar is played in the stereo on the locomotive. The terrifying and rebellious melody spread through his brain, and Mifune Ryoma's pupils contracted and he couldn't breathe.

The windows shattered in an instant.

The guards in the car flew out, and in mid-air, their bodies rapidly expanded, shattering their suits and spreading their four hideous wings, and their quickly deformed faces turned into resentful and gloomy faces like women.

The darkness spread, and four wings with sharp edges swirled in the wind, and with his flutter, they formed a massive knife wheel that swept towards the attacker.

Flying Demon!

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Lawrence, who was smoking, raised his hand and was about to make a move, but before he could help, he saw Huai Shi's body suddenly jump up from the locomotive, and within a stone's throw of it, he dodged the slash of the knife wheel.

But just under a burning body, suddenly a rickety and hideous figure flew up, and its body jumped flexibly in the air, flying towards Huai Shi in mid-air.

Owl!

In mid-air, Huai Shi, who had fallen to the earth, raised her head, and the reflection of the mask reflected the hideous face of the sublimator. Then, the other side also saw a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth under the mask.

In his hand, the barrel of the shotgun suddenly lifted and aimed at the hideous face.

The trigger was pulled, the iron rain flew, the fire flashed, and both sides flew out upside down at the same time.

Huai Shi landed, deftly rolled, and when he got up again, he saw the locomotive that was torn apart by the knife wheel, and the broken sound, and suddenly felt helpless.

This would have been before, he could have taken the head of the opposite side with a leap of an axe of wrath, slashed his wings with a spear of compassion, and beheaded the owl with the sword of virtue without having to land.

As a result, a body of martial arts is too representative to be used at all.

Watch the squirrel, screaming in pain in the distance, get up from the ground.

He sighed and shook his head, "Have you ever heard of sumo?"

Raising his hand, he took a posture and hooked his fingers contemptuously towards the Flying Demon in front of him, and with the faint bulge of his body, the hot blood rushed.

The drummer and Yu step combined, overrun state, start.

Wrestling is about to begin!

The neglected eagle roared angrily and sprinted over from the side, only to see Huai Shi casually raise the shotgun and pull the trigger again.

In the rain of iron, the eagle flew upside down again, letting out a roar of rage.

I don't know, stinky brother!

Huai Shi sneered, how can sumo be such an inconvenient thing!

It's—

- Shotgun pusher!

(End of chapter)