Miyagi.

Zhou Ming walked on the way to Momonosuke Nohara's dormitory.

It's only been a few days, and when I walk on this path again, I feel completely different from last time.

The palace in the dark night is even more silent, and can even be called dead silence.

Zhou Ming watched the palace in the drama in his previous life, and the lights were bright at night, and there were Ouchi guards patrolling everywhere, and the guards were strict, and he didn't see anything here.

But it doesn't matter, Zhou Ming himself sneaked in quietly from others, and he didn't want to kill before he saw the main master.

That's right, Zhou Ming's purpose in appearing in the palace is to kill Momonosuke Nohara!

Although Momonosuke Nohara may have braids at any time, Zhou Ming doesn't want to wait anymore, kill Momonosuke Nohara as soon as possible, and end the world's No. 1 Samurai Conference as soon as possible and go home.

Anyway, his son Tokugawa Zotaka was killed by himself, and then sending their father and son together, is it very reasonable and merciful, right?

Zhou Ming felt that he was true and was the first kind person in the world.

Following the path he had taken last time, Zhou Ming had been unimpeded all the way, until he reached Momonosuke Nohara's dormitory, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

Looking at the neat and orderly team of hundreds of guards in front of him, as if he was facing a great enemy, waiting for battle, Zhou Ming finally understood why he didn't see anyone along the way.

Good guys, they are all waiting for themselves here!

"Zhou Jun, you are really here."

A man dressed in a full set of red samurai armor and a mask of a demon on his face stood at the front of the line, looking at Zhou Ming with a very complicated gaze.

"Hirakawa-kun." Zhou Ming smiled and nodded to him.

Hirakawa Taisho's entire face was covered by a Prajna mask, and no expression of his expression could be seen, only a pair of eyes were not blocked. Even his voice was a little urn-like because of the mask's blocking.

"Breaking into the palace late at night, Zhou Jun, do you want to kill the king?"

Hirakawa Taimasa tried his best to make his voice more indifferent, but the slight trilling still revealed his uncalm heart.

"Momonosuke Nohara should also die, what if he dies a few days earlier?" Zhou Ming chuckled.

"Yaga!" Behind Hirakawa Taisho, all the samurai shouted in unison, and the sound was rolling, shaking the doors and windows.

"Zhou Jun, you disappointed me too much." Hirakawa Taisho slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist and pointed it at Zhou Ming, his voice full of heartache and determination.

"Before I die, I will never let you step into His Majesty's bedroom!"

"Kill!"

Pingchuan Dazheng shouted, raised his knife and rushed towards Zhou Ming, and with his movements, hundreds of guards behind him followed and shouted in unison, and they also killed Zhou Ming.

In the open field, hundreds of people rushed together, and the momentum was like a mountain and a sea, and ordinary people had to be greatly impacted just by facing it, and they had no courage to confront at all.

Zhou Ming also did not choose to confront it head-on.

Just kidding, hundreds of people surrounded them, and they could squeeze people so much that they couldn't move, they couldn't stretch their hands and feet, and there was no other end than a dead end.

In the previous battle at the Tokugawa Gym, Zhou Ming also escaped with a grenade before the enemy completely blocked him, otherwise, he would have to die there.

Zhou Ming quickly retreated, dragging a machine gun from the bud Gu, and wrapped the bullet chain around his arm, Zhou Ming grinned at the hundreds of people in front of him, with a strong smile.

Dada

When the trigger was pulled, a dazzling tongue of fire erupted from the muzzle, and the bullet casings were frantically ejected from the side, and countless bullets poured out, forming a shining metal rainbow!

At a distance of tens of meters, a 12.7 caliber bullet hit the arm, broke the arm, broke the leg on the leg, broke the waist on the stomach, and hit the head and half of the skull had to explode like a watermelon!

Every samurai who was hit by a bullet would immediately be swept away four or five meters away by the powerful kinetic energy, and the place where the person was hit in mid-air would explode into a cloud of blood mist.

Flesh and bones flew everywhere, severed limbs, broken limbs, and broken internal organs were splattered everywhere, with a rate of fire approaching 600 rounds per minute, ensuring that no one could get close and no one could escape.

Armor, shields, bunkers, everything lost any meaning under heavy machine gun fire, and the barrage roared wildly, tearing everything in its path to shreds.

By the time the roar of the machine guns had stopped, the vast clearing had turned into a living purgatory, covered with a blur of flesh and bones, internal organs, and a disgusting smell of blood permeating the air.

In a team of hundreds of guards, only a few lucky ones broke their hands and feet, and met their mortal fate in the mad blood. Most of them died on the spot, but they were lucky, at least with a lot less suffering.

"Ah, there's no bullets." Zhou Ming shook off the machine gun with a hot barrel and threw it back into the bud Gu.

Then, he took a step, stepping on the flesh and blood all over the ground, and continued to walk towards Momonosuke Nohara's dormitory.

"Stop!"

A beastly roar sounded behind him, and Zhou Ming turned around in some surprise, only to see a figure completely covered in blood, struggling to stand up from a pile of broken corpses.

"Taisho Hirakawa." Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes, and incomparable curiosity suddenly rose in his heart.

Hirakawa Taisho's brightly colored armor had several obvious depressions, which were the marks left by bullets on the armor.

But how is this possible?

The kinetic energy of the heavy machine gun, the 12.7 mm bullet, the steel plate all penetrated!

How does this set of armor created by backward forging technology block bullets?

Moreover, with such a powerful kinetic impact of a heavy machine gun bullet, how did his internal organs carry it down?

Could it be that this armor can also disperse the impact of bullets?

Zhou Ming's eyes were full of excitement as he stared at Hirakawa Taisho, and asked, "Where did you get this set of armor from?" ”

Hirakawa Taisho didn't answer Zhou Ming, but just raised the long knife in his hand again and pointed it at Zhou Ming.

"Before I die, you don't want to step into the dormitory! Kill! ”

Wielding a long knife, Hirakawa Taisho rushed towards Zhou Ming again.

Zhou Ming's pistol slipped in his left sleeve, and he held it in his hand and shot at Hirakawa Taizheng repeatedly, but was split one by one by Hirakawa Taisho waved the long knife in his hand.

Whether it is Hirakawa Taisho or Tokugawa Yamato, the knife skills have reached their level, and it is not difficult to split the pistol bullet, and the fat chef of the previous world can do it.

"Trouble." Seeing that Hirakawa Taisho was rapidly approaching, Zhou Ming did not continue to shoot, but drew his knife again to block the knife cut down by Hirakawa Taisho.

"Do you want me to cut off your head with my own hands?" Zhou Ming asked.

"If you can do it, you can come!" Hirakawa Taisho roared angrily, slashing at Zhou Ming frantically one after another.

Zhou Ming constantly resisted Hirakawa Taisho's slashing, and knew in his heart that Hirakawa Taimasa had lost his mind because of anger.

He slashed so vigorously that his physical strength was rapidly consumed, and he couldn't support it for long.

A samurai who is no longer calm, even if he can suppress the enemy with a moment of blood, as long as he cannot quickly resolve the battle, he will definitely be defeated in the end.

Just when Zhou Ming was about to wait for Hirakawa Taisho's physical strength to be almost exhausted, he suppressed him and asked him to calm down, a strong sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart.

Zhou Ming didn't think about it, drew his knife and jumped to the side.

A loud bang came from the direction of the dormitory behind him.