Outside Heian Castle, the Yamamoto Special Forces are stationed.

A special guest was welcomed here, Fujita Oki.

At this moment, Fujita Chong was dressed in black, with a black scarf on his face, and a pair of metal forehead guards tied to his forehead.

He stood silently in the shadows on the side of the mountain itself, neither happy nor sad, like a real shadow, making people ignore its existence.

If Xu San was here, he would definitely say, "Damn, ninja." ”

Fujita Chong, he doesn't remember the original name himself, maybe he doesn't have a name at all.

Ninja is not as cool as in the anime, and it doesn't use bells and whistles in ninjutsu.

They were just dead soldiers, assassins, a group of people who lived in the dark and could not see the light, people who died without even a tombstone.

As a ninja, he begins his mission as Yoshio Shinozuka's secret bodyguard.

Later, he turned from darkness to light, joined the Honda Special Combat Team, and became an assassination and stealth instructor.

Later, he was transferred to the Ping'an County Prison and became an ordinary jailer.

Of course, being a good ninja can't be wasted on guarding a prison.

His actual mission is to secretly protect Mishima Kazuhachi, and he directly obeys Yamamoto Kazuki.

As the leading chaebol in Dongying, the Mishima Consortium is also the leader in the military industry, so it is naturally a big deal for the second young master of his family to join the army.

Of course, Yoshio Shinozuka will not ignore this, so there is a series of arrangements for Mishima to be promoted to three levels in a row.

First of all, transfer Mishima from the first-line combat unit to the second-line unit, so that he doesn't have to go out to fight, and honestly stay in Heian City as a jailer, which can be regarded as a kind of protection for his change of direction.

Then, arranging a high-level ninja as a bodyguard is considered the second layer of protection.

"Is there any trouble with Fujita-kun's late-night visit?" Yamamoto stopped what he was doing, turned around and walked over to a coffee pot, and began to brew coffee.

"There's no trouble, it's just that there is one person who can't figure out how to deal with it."

Yamamoto poured out a cup of coffee and pushed it down in front of Fujita: "Who is it?" ”

Fujita didn't drink, but said lightly: "It's a person named Xu San, and it's an imperial army." ”

"The people of China? Is there anything special about him? ”

"He understands Japanese, has a big board accent, has a grocery store in Heian City, and has a good relationship with Master Mishima. The special feature is that his marksmanship is very good, and it was learned from other Imperial Allies that he could hit the matchbox on the top of the head of a military dog fifty meters away with a pistol, and he was a fast-moving military dog. ”

Yamamoto was secretly surprised!

This marksmanship is among the best in his special combat team.

A 50-meter rapid-fire pistol is not difficult to hit a matchbox, which is a basic requirement in his special combat team.

But hitting a moving target, or the speed of a military dog, even he is not completely sure.

Is there such a figure in the Imperial Concord Army?

Maybe!

After all, there are many people in China, and it is not uncommon for one or two geniuses to emerge occasionally.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, his hands on the table, his fingers constantly tapping on the table, he was thinking about whether to get rid of this Xu San.

Because after all, it is not my race, and we can stand together now, and if we can't prepare it, we will stab them in the back, and the Imperial Association Army is a leader in this regard.

However, Fujita Chong's words "I have a good relationship with Master Mishima" still made him have some scruples.

Don't look at him now that he has a lot of say in the army, but in China he is a fart compared to the Mishima family.

If he kills Xu San and makes Young Master Mishima disgusted, a little revenge may cost him his own life.

After thinking about it for a while, Yamamoto continued to ask, "What about Young Master Mishima's attitude towards him?" ”

"Young Master Mishima attaches great importance to this imperial army, and the two of them talked happily at the wine table, and they also had the intention of accepting him as a retainer."

Yamamoto walked around the room, feeling very unhappy in his heart, feeling that the second young master of the Mishima family was too good at looking at people.

His marksmanship is no worse than that Xu San, why don't you want to take me as a retainer.

I'm from Dongying, and the conditions are the same, so why should I treat this foreigner so preferentially?

The more I thought about it, the more I didn't understand, and the more I thought about it, the more jealous I became.

But he still restrained the killing intent in his heart: "Then what do you think of this Xu San?" What about his loyalty to Master Mishima? ”

Fujita closed his eyes and recalled the brief contact with Xu San today: "We haven't been in contact for a long time, so I can't see it, but I can arrange a test." ”

Hearing this, Yamamoto immediately became interested, "Oh, can you talk about it?" I'm curious about your ninja methods. ”

"Out of concern for the safety of Young Master Mishima, we can use women and money as bait to test his loyalty to the empire and Young Master Mishima."

The next day, the sky was bright, and Xu San came to the courtyard to start practicing Legion's boxing.

Going to bed early and getting up early to exercise is the first good habit he developed after the crossing.

The body is the capital of life, no, it is the capital of the revolution, and only diligent training can ensure that we can cope with those unexpected difficulties on the road of revolution.

It's a pity, it's a bit of a pity that you can't practice guns at will.

A set of military body punches down, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his body, and he picked up a cold towel and wiped it, which was extremely comfortable.

"It's really ugly, are you fighting Wang Baquan?"

A discordant voice appeared behind him, and Xu San didn't have to look back to know that it was the little rich woman Tian Yu, because there was no one else in his family.

"This can be called military physical boxing, which is used to cultivate the perseverance, courage and tenacious fighting style of soldiers, which is of great significance." Xu San explained.

Tian Xue pouted, feeling that Xu San was talking nonsense again: "I don't believe it?" Why wouldn't the troops practice such an ugly boxing technique? ”

"You don't understand this, the drama on the stage is good-looking, but it's a show, and it's not easy to fight."

"I won't tell you, if you go out later, help me buy some gunpowder. I was on fire and my mouth was foaming. As she spoke, Tian Xue rolled her lips, revealing a small bubble.

Looking at the ulcer on Tian Xue's lips, Xu Sanle said, "Blistered?" Should! ”

"How do you talk, you don't have any sympathy at all?"

"Say you deserve it, I bought ten catties of melon seeds to sell, you've only been a few days, and you actually ate it all for me, what do you say you don't deserve."

"Stingy, ten catties of melon seeds are only a few dollars!"

"No matter how small the grasshopper is, it is still meat, eldest miss, don't be full of men and don't know that hungry men are hungry."

"I don't care anyway, you have to buy me gunpowder today."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you if the pharmacy opens. I see you're quite idle now, I'll find you something to do in a while, and you won't have anything to do with eating melon seeds. ”

"What's the matter?" Tian Xue asked curiously, she is indeed very idle, and Xu Sanjia really has no entertainment projects, the only pastime is to quarrel with Xu San, and listening to him intercede is deeply rainy, and she is really a little excited when she suddenly hears that Xu San has something for her to do.

"Wait!"

Xu San went into the warehouse as he spoke, and after a while, he walked out with a bunch of plastic bags.

walked up to Tian Yu and threw the plastic bag away.

"What is this?" Tian Xue looked curiously at Xu San throwing the "cloth" to herself.

"Is the Red Cross? Don't say that you Miss Tian doesn't even know this. ”

"Of course!" Tian Xue looked at the "fabric" in her hand, and couldn't understand for a while what this strange fabric had to do with female red.

Thinking about it, the little face turned red when he brushed the ground, "You..... You..... Perverted ..... Whore, let me make you such a shameful garment! ”

"Shame?" Xu San didn't understand it at first, but after thinking about it, he immediately stretched out his thumb: "High!" It's really high! Miss Tian, you know how to play better than me. ”