"jingle……"

The phone ringing of the Crisis Handling Center rang out in an inappropriate and rapid response. Everyone turned their heads to look at the phone, and a bad feeling surged in their hearts.

A staff member picked up the phone and listened to the sound inside and swayed. The phone didn't hold it and fell to the ground with a snap. Seeing this scene, Naoto Kan knew it was not good.

"His Excellency Prime Minister! Terrorists fled at the port of Nagoya. There were about 30 speedboats. They had rockets, cloud bombs and thermocompression bombs. Two helicopters were shot down and a frigate was severely damaged. The Coast Security Office was blocking, but the opponent's firepower was too strong and the losses were heavy.

"Haha..." Tojo Hidetaka burst into a scream and said, "I immediately ordered the 88 Fleet to block the sea area, and I don't believe they can fly out."

The desolate path that was streaking into the depths of Suzuka Mountain from a distance, a dilapidated convoy drove slowly. The car slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Yang Luo got off in the car and looked up at the mountains in front of him.

“Is it here?”

The ghost fox stood beside him and said, "Yes!"

Yang Luo looked at the wounds that had been treated on Hongyejun and Zhongyuan Jing: "The injuries on the body are fine."

Hiroye Shun smiled: "The bullet was taken out, there is no big problem. But you, the wound on your abdomen is cracked again, and now your shoulders are injured again. Can you hold it up?"

Yang Luo grinned: "Let's go!"

Night came quietly, the mountains were getting higher and higher and more dangerous, and the tall and dense primitive jungle blocked the stars in the sky.

I don’t know when it started, thick fog rose in the dense forest, and the shrill and long cry of the night bird made the primitive jungle in the night even more weird and terrifying.

The ghost fox was leading the way with a miniature flashlight. Each foot stepped on the thick rotten leaves under his feet, and a puff sound came from the pungent sour smell and stench made people feel nauseous.

Yang Luo looked at the time, frowned and said, "How far is it?"

The ghost fox stopped and looked left and right with the flashlight, then walked forward a few steps, and came to a tree, and saw a deep scratch on the trunk.

"It should be coming soon."

Yang Luo nodded: "Let's go!" After walking for about three hours, his eyes suddenly became clear, and there was a cliff in front of him. At this time, the fog was fading a lot, and the moonlight was pouring down through the thin dark clouds in the sky.

The ghost fox pointed at his feet: "The valley below is, we go around the right side and we can go down in about an hour."

Yang Luo looked down and saw a few lights flashing under the dark valley: "Zhongyuan Jing, take people down to investigate, and then wait for us, and the others rest on the spot."

"Yes!" Zhongyuan Jing waved his hand and led his two brothers to run quickly along the cliff to the right, and soon disappeared into the night.

Half an hour later, Yang Luo stood up and whispered: "Go!"

Dozens of people walked quietly down the mountain. When they were down the mountain and were about to approach the entrance of the valley, Yang Luo's right arm shook slightly, the saber slid into his hand, and his body suddenly rushed out, pounced under a tree in front of his left.

"It's me!" Zhongyuan Jing looked at the tip of the knife that was only half a centimeter away from his throat and was scared into a cold sweat.

Yang Luo smiled and said, "You are so vigilant." After saying that, he stood up.

Zhongyuan Jing said with lingering fear: "It's not that I'm not vigilant, it's that you are too powerful."

This flattery made Yang Luo very useful: "How about it? How many secret whistles and how many open whistles?"

Zhongyuan Jing said: "No secret whistle was found, there were only two open whistles." Then he pointed to a dirt slope in the valley, "It was a satellite signal tower with five people. There was a cave about 500 meters away from here, which might be their resting place. There were five people standing guard outside, and there was also a helicopter."

Yang Luo touched his chin and looked at both sides of the valley: "Can the helicopter actually land in the valley?"

Zhongyuan Jing said: "It's very spacious inside and there's a lot of space."

Yang Luo nodded, looked at the ghost fox and said, "You stay here." After saying that, he ordered, "Hongye Toshi, you bring people to blow up the satellite signal tower. You must not let Ono Yuichi send out the news that we are still alive, otherwise there will be trouble... Nakabara Yasu, you bring people to blow up the helicopter and act on time in ten minutes."

"yes!"

Hongyejun and his men slowly approached the satellite signal tower. Yang Luo and Zhongyuan Jing bent over and quickly dived into the deep valley under the cover of the night.

A bitter cold wind blew, and the five members of the Black Dragon Society guarding the satellite signal tower fought a cold war.

A thin guy wrapped his clothes on his body and complained: "Damn it! The weather is getting colder and we are getting sadder."

Another person said: "I heard that I lost a lot of brothers last night, and I don't know if it's true or false."

"Didn't you see the president come back with only a dozen people? It seems that he suffered a lot this time."

"Okay! Don't talk about such things." A big man who could be two meters tall said coldly, then untied his trouser bag, and a rustling sound of running water rang out.

None of them noticed that there were more than a dozen black shadows lying not far behind them. The dozen cold eyes stared at them tightly. The black muzzle had pointed at their heads.

Yang Luo and his men lay behind a huge rock, not far away was a huge hole, illuminated by several powerful spotlights as bright as daylight.

Five members of the Black Dragon Association wearing camouflage and holding MP5 walked back and forth at the entrance of the cave. Looking at their lazy appearance, it was obvious that it had been quiet here for too long, which made them lose their vigilance.

Yang Luo licked his dry lips and glanced at his watch, leaping out behind the huge rock like a cheetah.

"action!"

"Bang!Bang!Bang!!!"

Five crisp gunshots resounded through the valley surrounded by clouds and mist, and a bloody flower popped up in the heads of the five people at the entrance of the cave. Then gunshots also sounded at the unearthed slope, and a loud bang from the satellite signal tower and the apron at the same time. The ground under his feet suddenly shook, and the flames soared into the sky.

"What's going on?" More than a dozen members of the Black Dragon Club ran out in a panic.

"Da da!"

"Dada!!!"

"Puff puff puff puff... More than a dozen shrill screams came, and a large amount of blood mist burst out on more than a dozen people.

"Enemy..." A guy just ran out and was exposed.

A shrill alarm sounded throughout the valley, and the cave was in chaos. At this time, Yang Luo had already rushed to the entrance of the cave and roared: "Grenade!"

Needless to say, the Red Army brothers behind him had thrown grenades into the cave.

"boom!"

"Boom!!!"

Ruins flew, and violent flames mixed with burned corpses swept out into the cave.

"Da da!"

"Dada!!!"

The dense bullets poured into the hole, and Ito Taro fired desperately in blood, and the last brother fell down. He knew that the situation was going, so he staggered towards the depths of the cave with his gun, inside which were dozens of rooms chiseled out of the walls of the cave.

Ono Yuichi sat in a room kneeling, holding a samurai sword shining with cold light in his hand and gently wiping it. On the wall behind him, there was a big word "Nin".

"I'll... President, hurry up... and leave in secret." Ito Taro fell in front of Yuichi Ono with a plop.

Yuichi Ono raised his head slightly and looked at the dozens of wounds on Ito Taro's body bleeding. He didn't say anything, but looked at the subordinate in front of him who had been loyal to him without any expression. His breath became weaker and weaker, his pupils slowly spread, his body twitched, and finally he calmed down.

Yuichi Ono's calm face moved for a moment, and his eyes that were not emotional became soft. Ito Taro was so seriously injured that he could still run back to let him leave. What kind of perseverance does this have?

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!!!"

Heavy and rhythmic footsteps came from outside. Yuichi Ono lowered his head and continued to wipe the samurai sword. It was very light and gentle, as if he was stroking the body of his beloved woman, afraid that he would hurt it with a little force.

"Ono Yuichi, why? Are you not welcome to old friends?" His voice was a little hoarse, but very penetrating.

Ono Yuichi smiled slightly, raised his head to look at the man in front of him who exuded a strong aura: "Are we friends?"

Yang Luo grinned silently, revealing his snow-white teeth, slowly walked to Yuichi Ono and sat on the ground.

“Aren’t we friends?”

Yuichi Ono looked at Yang Luo, his eyes leaped sharply, and his hand holding the samurai sword burst out. It was too close, too close. As long as he waved his hand gently, the guy in front of him who made him hate him would splatter blood for five feet.

Yang Luo naturally picked up the teapot on the short table, poured a cup of tea, then picked up the tea cup and tilted his head and drank it slowly.

Yuichi Ono stared at Yang Luo's rolling Adam's apple with his eyes tightly, and he didn't even look at the group of Red Army brothers standing behind Yang Luo. There was a voice in his heart shouting at him. Kill him, kill him, and with just a wave of your hand, you can get rid of this powerful enemy of the Great Japanese Empire.

Ono Yuichi's hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly, and his body was already covered with sweat. Just as he made up his mind and was about to take action, Yang Luo put the teacup beside his mouth on the short table.

Ono Yuichi's tense body suddenly relaxed and he sighed secretly. What a great opportunity, I missed it like this.

Yang Luo's lips curled up with a strange smile: "Ono Yuichi, you didn't even take such a good opportunity just now. I really look up to you."

As the president of the Black Dragon Association, he was definitely a hero. He didn't care about death. But when facing Yang Luo, he always had inexplicable fear in his heart.

Yang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "If you want to die with a little dignity, then take out your Japanese Bushido spirit and commit suicide by committing suicide by septum."

Yuichi Ono closed his eyes and forced his fear down. Suddenly, he opened his eyes again and waved his hand with the knife to Yang Luo.

"Haha..." Yang Luo laughed wildly, leaned back his upper body, and the saber that had slid into his hand pulled a knife flower, quickly passing by Yuichi Ono's throat.

A splash of blood was flying in the air, and Yuichi Ono stared at the bright smile on Yang Luo's face with unwilling eyes.

"Gugugugu..." He wanted to open his mouth and say something, but a gurgling sound came from his throat, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.

Yang Luo stood up and walked out: "Since the day you decided to be enemies with me, today's ending has been destined." Then he walked out, "There must be clean clothes here, I will find them to change them, and there are some food. We will leave after we finish eating."

A trace of white appeared in the east sky, and a chill morning breeze gently brushed across Yang Luo's face. He took a deep breath. Sniffing the air without any pollution and the smell of the soil made him feel good.

The ghost fox came over and tugged with his hair that was blown by the wind in a charming way: "Where are we going?"

Yang Luo opened his mouth and sighed: "Go home!"

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