"Bang~"

A corpse lying on the bar was lifted down by Ethan and walked in to get a bottle of vodka.

When I raised my hand, I felt a tearing pain in my chest.

The body armor's defense against the meteor hammer is not very good, and it is indispensable to top the bruises for a period of time, and when he lifts the cap of the bottle, he pours it into his stomach.

Spirits are like a line of fire, burning straight to the lower abdomen.

The feeling of the fire suddenly made him energetic, and in the fierce battle just now, there were some things that he didn't notice.

Only now did I find out that I also had a few more stab wounds on my body.

Fortunately, it is not a big problem and does not affect the action.

A line of water poured out of the mouth of the bottle, spilling it on the Hanzo knife, washing away the remaining blood stains on it, and Ethan casually threw the bottle in the direction of Beatrice.

Take out a cigarette and put it in your mouth.

"Click."

The Dupont lighter burst into flames and struck the blade.

The blue flame quickly spread from the retainer to the tip of the knife, and it looked as if it had increased the enchantment status, which was extraordinarily gorgeous.

The burning Hanzo knife is raised.

The cigarette butt leaned over and lit it, sending out clouds of smoke.

The flames quickly died down, and Ethan found his scabbard again, and walked towards Beatrice, who poured two mouthfuls of vodka into her stomach, and the two looked at each other.

Without any words, they strode up to the second floor with knives in their hands.

There was no ambush in the box.

It looks quite big, and it can barely hide dozens of people, but in that case, the dense light spots on the radar will already give you a warning.

Now, there is only one answer.

Looking at the sliding door inside, Ethan waved his knife in motion.

The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, and the sliding door was heavier than expected, and as it was opened, the snow fluttered in the box, and the cold wind was bleak.

Be quiet.

Silently.

Behind this sliding door, there is another world entirely.

A small cherry blossom-like courtyard suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, the ground was covered with snow, and the stone path stretched into the wooden houses inside.

Those people just now should be lurking here.

In the courtyard, rockery plants are dotted among them.

There is also a shallow pond.

If it weren't for the tall buildings in the distance, Ethan would have thought it was in the middle of the countryside, and the person who designed it was indeed a talent.

It completely gives people the feeling of being hidden in the city.

The constantly fluttering snowflakes also washed away the evil qi on his body.

In the corner of the yard, there is also a small pavilion.

The charcoal fire glowed red, and the teapot gurgled white smoke, and Ishii Goren, dressed in a kimono, sat in the pavilion, savoring the tea in the cup.

The whole person seemed quite calm and relaxed.

Seeing two people covered in blood appear at the door of the courtyard, she smiled slightly and put down the teacup:

"Sooner than I expected."

"It seems that your sword skills have not been lost at all, and I admire that."

"This friend of yours seems to be very powerful."

Standing up slowly, she grabbed the katana that was placed aside, grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out forcefully: "Please believe that what happened back then was not my intention, you know Bill's, no one dares to disobey his orders." ”

"Of course."

Ishii Yuren walked out of the pavilion slowly with a snowy katana, and the clogs stepped on the snow: "Everyone has been killed, and there is no need to justify anything, that's not my way of doing things." ”

"If you want my life, come and get it yourself!"

Listening to the other man's fluent English, Ethan strode out of the courtyard.

Instead of looking at Ishii, he approached the hut cautiously, and as he stood in a small tree next to the pond, he pursed his lips and sheathed the Hattori Hanzo knife in his hand.

This woman is also really interesting.

I like to play one-on-one.

He stuck his Hanzo knife in the snow, and the old god smoked a cigarette on the ground.

The other hand shook his clothes slightly.

The blood was pouring down from there.

"Bill."

Beatrice showed off her blade and strode forward: "Where is he?" ”

"Hattori Hanzo Knife!" Ishii Yulian saw the mark of the knife in her hand, and Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "No wonder the guys are so fast, it's okay, my knife is not bad." ”

The former didn't respond at all, just looked at her steadily.

“OK。”

Ishii Yulian waved the sword flower and a smile appeared on his face: "Things have to come to an end, and dying with doubts is too painful!" ”

"Mexico, Acuna."

She reversed her katana and tore the hem of her kimono with a tear: "A few years ago, we took over a task from the old man of the branch office, you should have an impression, you can get the answer there!" ”

"There's only so much I can tell you."

"Next."

She took off her clogs and slowly plunged into the snow with her feet in white socks: "Let me send you to eternal sleep!" ”

Bow deeply.

The sharp katana was raised diagonally backwards.

The whole person's demeanor is not picky, like a dignified lady.

"Poof~~~"

A violent burst of gunfire broke the silence of the courtyard.

Ethan, holding a TEC-9 submachine gun in one hand, stood sideways and fired wildly at the cherry blossom wooden house not far away, the bullets gushing out of the muzzle of the gun, and smashing the sliding door like a storm.

In just a second, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

The twenty rounds in the magazine were all tilted clean, and Ishii Yuren still maintained the posture of a noble lady.

But the katana in his hand became shaky.

The face is extremely ugly.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded one after another, and the smell of blood suddenly came out of the house.

The four light spots on the radar disappeared one after another, and Ethan lowered the muzzle of the gun with satisfaction, and happily pulled out the magazine: "I'm a little suspicious, but I didn't expect that there was really an ambush." ”

"Ishii Miren, is this the spirit of bushido that you uphold?"

"You want me to say."

"Phew~"

Ethan slapped the spare magazine and spat disdainfully into the smoke-filled pond next to it.

I didn't expect my back hand to be wiped clean in a breath, and when I swung the knife, it was the moment when the gunman rushed out, but now it is inexplicably gone!!

"Ah~"

Ishii's hands tightened, and he roared and rushed forward.

The snow on the ground was lifted high by her, and the white snow mist was rolling towards Beatrice.

Dressed in a white kimono, she looms inside.

Blade, also hidden in the snow mist.

This method of concealing the body is a bit of a ninja, and the deadly blade will stab out from any angle at any time, stabbing the black mamba in the yellow racing suit to the heart.

"Bang!"

The courtyard rang out with the crisp sound of gunfire.

Ishii fell tumbling and falling into the snow, and a cherry blossom quickly bloomed on it.

"Fack!"

She no longer looked so graceful, her hair was messy, her hands were on her thighs, and blood was gushing out of them.

(End of chapter)