75 You are a man, why do you smile so beautifully?
Looking at the black thorn tip, Fu Yansen's heartbeat suddenly stopped. He has been around Fu Zihui all year round, so he naturally knows things that many people don't know. For example, he knows the origin of this dark military thorn.
This dark-black military spur is not the 56-type military spur that is common in the army. First of all, what is different from ordinary military spurs is that the entire blade of this military spur, including the handle made of black iron, is pitch black, and the surface has been polished.
It always gives people an aura of death. The second reason is the manufacturing process of this kind of military spur. Its blade has undergone special heat treatment, so that the knife itself contains physical toxins that will never retreat.
There are only twelve black military spurs in China, and the original drawings have been destroyed long after they were made. These twelve military spurs were handed over to twelve people, and these twelve people are the most mysterious agent team in China, Long Teng
December. The reason why Longteng is said to be the most mysterious agent team in China is because this team is not only responsible for the simple work of agents, but more often they also act as guards around the supreme leader, and their status is equivalent to
The imperial guards of the Ming Dynasty.
The black military spurs represent only death for indifferent people.
Now, when the thorn point of this black military thorn had just pierced the door curtain, Fu Yansen could tell at a glance what it was. If cobras could scare him, then this military thorn made him forget to even be afraid.
, At this time, he only had one thought in his mind: Long Teng's people were finally found!
Seeing Fu Yansen suddenly freeze, the daimyo and the others had no idea what was going on, but the sense of threat of approaching death made them all stand up from their chairs, and at the same time slowly pulled out the
The Japanese katana beside me.
The Japanese samurai sword was improved from the Tang sword of the Tang Dynasty. The ratio of the handle to the blade is 1:4. The handle is held with both hands and is powerful for slashing. Its bending degree is controlled at the 'object hit', also known as
Inside the object, that is, 16.7mm below the tip of the blade, where the force is greatest when chopping, which is very consistent with the mechanical principles.
The samurai swords in the hands of the four daimyo have also been specially processed. Not only do they maintain their original advantages well, but the biggest advantage is that they can be folded, just like a spring knife, and can be placed in the hidden compartment of the suitcase to escape.
During the inspection at the airport, just press the spring and the blade will return to its original shape. Only high-status ninja-level figures within Zichuan are worthy of owning this kind of samurai sword.
Since World War II, those in the island nation who feel they have a chance have generally treated fighting with a sword as a samurai honor. Therefore, when the daimyo and the others saw the black spur, they did not reach out and draw their guns.
He showed the knife in his hand honestly.
As long as it is not the most dangerous moment, a ninja, especially the ninjas within Zichuan, always feel that using a gun will demean their status. Just like Jing Hongming, if the problem can be solved with cold weapons, he will not bother at all
It's the same as shooting a gun, although his marksmanship is even better than that of Hu Mietang in December.
This is not pretentious, but a kind of confidence that is different from the way Japanese samurai show off their skills.
Jing Hongming used his military thorn to slowly lift the door curtain, looked at the people in the room, and asked expressionlessly: "Are you going to come out, or should I go in?"
"Lian Tianxing, it turns out to be you!" Fu Yansen, who had regained his composure, saw a person standing not far behind Jing Hongming. He had a fat body and a look on his face that only people from mixed society could have.
Smiling evilly, this person is the owner of the Big Bang Supermarket who is usually very close to Fu Yu. He is also the Lian Tianxing who witnessed Fu Yu's death. No wonder Long Teng's people were able to find this place easily. It turned out to be him who led them here.
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"Hehe, Secretary Fu, I'm just bringing people here to get to know our family. As for how you want to play, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to watch." Lian Tianxing chuckled. Although he said it was just
He is watching here, but he is playing with a Type 92 pistol in his hand. If anyone believes that he has been sitting here and watching, it is better to believe that the Japanese are not cruel, the Koreans are not mean, and the dogs will not eat shit.
…
How could he get involved with Long Teng's people? Could it be that his submissive appearance in front of me was just an act? Just when Fu Yansen was in a daze, there were the noises of some naughty children on the street outside, followed by that kind of power
A moderately loud sound of firecrackers exploded, accompanied by the chirping sound of two kicking feet piercing the low altitude.
Who would have thought that on this festive morning of the second grade of junior high school, an incident destined to be bloody would happen?
Fu Yansen breathed out slowly and once again aimed his gaze at Jing Hongming, who was blocking the door like a javelin: "Are you Jing Hongming? October Cold-blooded Jing Hongming?"
"Yes, I am Jing Hongming," Jing Hongming replied calmly: "I have seen you around Mr. Fu several times before, but I never thought that even you, his most trusted family secretary, would betray him. This
It really surprised many people.”
"Haha," Fu Yansen smiled bitterly and slowly pushed away Haonan who was blocking his eyes. With his left hand hidden in his sleeve, he walked step by step towards Jing Hongming: "Actually, I also want to keep guarding Mr. Fu.
I want to be a decent Chinese, but my son and daughter..." As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then he saw the tip of a shiny knife protruding from his chest!
"Uh..." A few cold breaths came out of his throat. Fu Yansen turned around with a look of disbelief and looked at Haonan, who was holding the handle of the knife with both hands. His eyes almost popped out of his head: "You, are you going to kill me?"
The gun, when he opened his mouth and said the word "I" with an accent, fell to the ground paved with blue bricks with a clatter.
"If you hadn't betrayed us, why would they have come to our door?" After seeing the gun hidden in Fu Yansen's hand fall to the ground, Hao Nan knew that he might have killed him by mistake, and deliberately used hateful words to cover up his mistake.
and the complaining looks from his companions.
The breathless pain made Fu Yansen unable to say many words, but his eyes were full of deep regret and hatred. Haonan, who was heartbroken by his gaze, shouted loudly, and then forcefully pulled the knife from
Fu Yansen withdrew... The moment the knife tip left Fu Yansen's body, blood shot out like an arrow and splashed on his face. His face covered with blood, in this room with poor lighting,
It looked so weird, like a demon from the depths of hell.
Jing Hongming was not as surprised as Lian Tianxing that Yu Haonan would suddenly kill Fu Yansen. In fact, Fu Yansen was dead today anyway, and being killed by his companions also saved him from being covered in blood. He kept using military stabs
He lifted the door curtain and looked at the people in the room without changing his expression, but with deep contempt in his eyes.
The Japanese are always like this. Once they feel that someone is setting them up, they will reveal their nature to be more ferocious than a farmer holding a poisonous snake.
The knife was withdrawn by Haonan, and Fu Yansen staggered back a few steps until he was in front of Jing Hongming. When he was about to fall over, remembering the fate of having worked together, Jing Hongming reached out to grab him.
She grabbed his shoulder and said, "Although you just wanted to secretly kill me, because of our previous acquaintance, I guarantee you that it won't be long before they go down to accompany you."
"Thank... thank... Jing, Jing Hongming, if you save my children, bring them back, then the bookcase, the bottom of the bookcase..." Fu Yansen said these words, and the last trace of oxygen in his lungs followed.
The wound flowed out, and he glared hard with unwillingness, and then his body softened.
"I will consider your last request." Leaving Fu Yansen's body lying on the threshold, Jing Hongming looked at the three Japanese men with angry eyes, suddenly grinned, and withdrew the knife that penetrated the door curtain.
Jun Ci raised his legs and crossed the threshold and walked into the house. The door curtain immediately fell, leaving only Fu Yansen who was half exposed and Lian Tianxing standing in the courtyard.
Although even Tianxing knew that someone would definitely die today, he never thought that Fu Yansen would die in such a short period of time. He was playing with a gun in a cool way just now. After Jing Hongming put down the curtain and walked into the house, because
Worrying about his safety, I almost pulled the Type 92 out of my hand.
"Jing..." Lian Tianxing was afraid that Jing Hong would not be a match for those ruthless Japanese, so he quickly grasped the pistol tightly and was about to rush forward desperately to lift the curtain and enter the house when he heard a sound coming from inside the house.
There was a clanging sound of weapons, followed by several low cries like a chicken being stepped on its neck. This made him even more worried about Jing Hong's life, so he opened the gun's safety with a clatter and used it against his body.
He ran to the door with unmatched vigorous steps, lifted the door curtain and shouted wildly: "Jing Hongming, don't be afraid, I'm coming!"
Because of his impatience, when Lian Tianxing lifted the door curtain, he simply pulled down the handicraft door curtain that was said to be from the south. Before he raised his right foot to cross the threshold, the movement in the room suddenly stopped.
Jing Hongming's back was turned to Lian Tianxing, and the dark military thorn was inserted into the throat of the only person standing in the room except him. The man facing Lian Tianxing was Hao Nan, who had just stabbed Fu Yansen in the back.
At this moment, Hao Man, a ninja who thought he was very capable, had his eyes bulging out of his eyes. The fact that he would die within a few seconds if he was stabbed 8 centimeters by a military thorn did not have time to taste the taste of fear.
Followed by two companions.
With a clang, first the Japanese samurai sword fell to the ground, and then his already dead body suddenly fell on his back.
"Oh my god, you scared me to death. Can you please don't do this to me next time? If you have any shortcomings, Miss Mingzhu will peel off my skin..." Lian Tianxing turned around.
Jing Hongming smiled when he came, with a concerned complaint in his tone.
Jing Hongming smiled back at him because he was worried about his own safety. His white teeth and a smile that could make thousands of peach blossoms bloom made Lian Tianxing, a great man, couldn't help but ask: "You are a man, why do you want this?"
Such a beautiful smile..."
Why do you, a man, have to smile so beautifully? After getting off the plane, Guo Jing looked at Qin Yuguan with a bright smile and thought.