After coming out of the lobby of Toyama Building, before even going down the steps, several cars came speeding towards him. One of them was a Toyota Alfa that looked very familiar. Luoyang took a look at the license plate and saw that it was Tachibana Abe's car.
Several cars stopped on the side of the road, and a dozen men in suits walked hurriedly toward a woman with short hair.
It’s really Abe Tachibana, with delicate and small facial features, iconic airport, it’s hard to tell the male from the male.
Luoyang gave way in advance and stepped aside.
Abe Tachibana glanced at Luoyang.
Luoyang looked at her flat chest with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
He couldn't dodge, which would arouse Abe Tachibana's suspicion, but he couldn't look directly into Abe Tachibana's eyes, otherwise his flaws might be discovered. Although the mask Lao Wang gave him was professional enough, his eyes couldn't be disguised.
Well-trained agents and spies can easily spot flaws.
When a man looks at a woman's chest, this is a normal reaction, and it can also give the other person the illusion that he is just a normal greasy uncle.
Abe Tachibana frowned slightly, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Passed by by mistake.
Abe Tachibana took two steps, suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at Luoyang's back: "Hey!"
Luoyang secretly screamed in his heart, but he didn't stop and continued walking down the steps, but his extrasensory perception had already locked onto Abe Tachibana.
His primary target is Saburo Abe, but if Tachibana Abe wants to die, he can only fulfill her wish.
Abe Tachibana caught up with Luoyang, stretched out his right arm and grabbed Luoyang's shoulder.
Luoyang looked back at Abe Tachibana, with a confused and surprised expression on his face.
Abe Tachibana's eyes are sharp and his aura is overwhelming: "idからtakeり出します."
Luoyang vaguely heard the word "id" in one sentence. Considering the current situation, he probably asked him to bring out his ID to see.
How is this possible?
Luoyang suddenly pushed away Abe Tachibana's hand and pointed at his mouth: "Aba, Aba...ah wow!"
Abe Tachibana was slightly stunned.
Luoyang pointed to his ear: "Hey, hey, hey!"
Abe Tachibana understood it, looked disgusted, muttered something, turned around and left.
Luoyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he could let Abe Tachibana die here, but in that case, his plan to kill Abe Saburo would probably be ruined. It would be like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon, and the gain would not be worth the loss.
Abe Tachibana ordered people to block the entrance and exit of the building.
Luoyang entered the sidewalk and walked forward with the bustling crowd.
If he needs a BG song "The Lonely Warrior" it would be suitable...
noon.
A Chevrolet Suburban large SUV turned from the corner and drove to the right. A star flag was installed on the side of the front of the car. As the vehicle drove, the small flag floated in the air, like a bikini-clad figure.
Little goblin.
Not far ahead is the Abe Residence, which stands out among the buildings. The castle from the shogunate era is a very eye-catching symbol and a symbol of the owner's identity.
The Chevrolet Suburban slowed down.
Sitting in the cab was a young white man, wearing a navy uniform. He was very strong, and his body was so muscular that the blue uniform seemed a bit tight.
McCulkin was sitting in the back seat. Compared to his driver and guard, he was much smaller. He was less than fifty years old, but there was no hair visible on his head. When the car stopped, he ran his hands to comb it.
The pitiful hair is used to cover up the white scalp as much as possible.
Suddenly, the driver stepped on the accelerator.
McCulkin's newly combed hair suddenly became messy again, and his mood suddenly became worse.
The driver looked back, looking a little nervous: "Sir, I... seem to have hit someone."
At this moment, the person who was knocked down climbed up and held the hood with both hands, looking very painful.
McCulkin frowned.
He frowned and said, "Go and have a look, give him some money and let him go away."
The driver nodded and unbuckled his seat belt, but before he could open the door, the middle-aged man who was hit staggered out of the cab and slapped the window glass with his hand, looking very angry.
The driver lowered the window glass and handed a thousand-denomination Fuso coin to the middle-aged man's hand: "Take this money and get out of the way. Don't think I can't see that you bumped into me on purpose."
The middle-aged man looked at McCulkin sitting in the back seat, took a deep breath, and then stepped away.
The driver cursed the quintessence of the beautiful country, closed the window, and continued driving forward.
Luoyang looked at the Chevrolet Suburban heading towards Abe's residence, with a smile on his lips.
The first time he touched porcelain, he earned 1,000 Fuso dollars. According to the current exchange rate, it was just over 50 Chinese dollars. This was a typical way of sending a beggar away, but he didn't mind. His purpose was to recognize his face and remember Mika.
Odor signature of Kim and his guards.
Having achieved his goal, Luoyang turned into an alley.
The road, which is only two meters wide, is lined with single-family houses on both sides.
Luoyang shuttles from house to house, extending its perception towards Abe's mansion, looking for a suitable "sniper point".
Goal determined.
Luoyang suddenly quickened his pace and ran towards each building.
That house was built right next to the outer wall of Abe's mansion. Because of the land use area, it was built on three floors.
There is someone in the house.
Luoyang didn't care anymore. When he arrived at the door of that house, he directly pushed open the entrance door and barged in.
In the living room, a young Fuso woman stared blankly at the middle-aged man who came in. She was stunned for two seconds and suddenly opened her mouth.
However, before she could scream, Luoyang rushed forward and struck her neck hard with his right palm.
The young Fuso woman fell softly to the ground.
Luoyang picked her up and climbed up the stairs.
After going up to the third floor in one breath, Luoyang opened a door and entered the room.
This is a small dormitory, less than ten square meters in area, with only one tatami and a row of built-in wardrobes.
The tatami was a bit messy. There was a pair of black pants lying on the unmade quilt, and there were some unidentifiable stains on it.
Luoyang placed the woman on the tatami and threw the pair of black pants outside the door.
He's about to turn on scent tracking and he doesn't want to be affected.
The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn.
Luoyang pushed open the window and opened the curtains a little.
Standing behind the curtain, he could just see the gate and front yard of Abe's mansion, as well as the castle gate and part of the living room.
The target hasn't shown up yet.
Luoyang took out the Feather Blade Eye mobile phone, awakened his spiritual power, and connected his senses.
The Eyes of the Feather Blade opened, green light flashed, and the eyes were strange and evil.
"Old man, it's up to you later." Luoyang said softly.
Featherblade Eye blinked on his phone, seemingly in response.
Abe's residence.
The Chevrolet Suburban arrived at the gate. Two private guards pushed the gate open in advance, then stood on both sides of the gate and bowed to the vehicle.
Chevrolet Suburban slowly drove in.
McCulkin raised his hand to comb through his pitiful hair again.
The driver carefully stopped the car, got out of the car and opened the back seat door.
Saburo Abe came up to us with a smile on his chubby face: "Commander McCulkin, welcome."
McCulkin got out of the car and looked at Saburo Abe who came up to him. A smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Abe, my friend, it is an honor to be a guest at your home."
The two shake hands.
Saburo Abe also deliberately lowered his posture and took the initiative to hug McCulkin.
"Commander McCulkin, I have arranged a great program for you, I hope you like it." Saburo Abe said in McCulkin's ear
Said something in a low voice.
McCulkin smiled knowingly.
"Please." Saburo Abe extended his hand to invite.
McCulkin nodded and walked side by side with Saburo Abe.
McCulkin's driver followed closely, but just as he was about to enter, he noticed a shadow on the ground in front of him. He looked up and saw something suspended in the sky. He suspected it was a drone.
, but it doesn’t feel like it.
Suddenly a dark wind blew across his face, his eyes instantly glazed over and his body froze.
A guard turned to look at the awkward driver, with a trace of doubt and vigilance in his eyes.
At that moment, McCulkin's driver suddenly reached out, pulled out the pistol stuck in his waist, and raised the muzzle of the gun to aim at Saburo Abe.
The guard screamed and pounced on McCulkin's driver.
Bang!
There was a gunshot.
Before the guard could get in front of driver McCulkin, a bullet hit him between the eyebrows, and the impact of the bullet knocked him to the ground.
McCulkin and Saburo Abe turned around in a hurry and were shocked to see the guard lying on the ground and the navy driver holding a gun.
The navy driver raised his wrist and pointed his gun at Saburo Abe.
The guard standing next to Saburo Abe did not hesitate at all and stepped in front of Saburo Abe.
Bang!
The guard was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.
McCulkin roared: "Fake Squid! You win whether you dig special or oil!"
Saburo Abe suddenly woke up and ran away.
Bang!
Gunshot.
A bullet pierced Saburo Abe's back, and the huge impact knocked him to the ground.
The navy driver lowered his gun and pointed it at the back of Saburo Abe's head.
McCulkin was so frightened that he rushed towards a pillar on the side of the living room without paying attention to Saburo Abe.
Saburo Abe put his elbows on the ground and crawled to the sofa with difficulty, trying to use the sofa as a cover.
The Navy driver's right index finger is depressed.
A ray of cold light suddenly shot through the air, and when it paused again, it was already on the navy driver's forehead.
Crack!
It was a shuriken that pierced the navy driver's head directly.
Bang!
The navy driver's right index finger still triggered the trigger, but his body was falling backwards, the muzzle of the gun deviated from the target, and the bullet fired hit a marble floor tile.
A cloud of sparks spattered, the warhead bounced off, and a crater was made in the marble floor tile.
A figure came through the sky.
Another ray of cold light flashed, and an Odachi cut through the navy driver's neck. His head was separated from his neck, and fell to the ground before his body, rolling around.
The ghostly figure fell to the ground quickly.
It was an old man, wearing a traditional samurai uniform, holding an Odachi sword in his right hand, with blood still dripping from the tip.
The guardian of the Abe family, Takahashi Musashi!