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Today, in the suburbs of Jingdong City, there is a large manor of the Futian Zaibatsu.
This is the most luxurious manor in the entire Japan. It is built in the mountains. It is the most symbolic retro-style castle building in Japan. It covers an area of 20 square kilometers. Inside there are pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, and all the maids in the manor are wearing uniforms.
The most close-fitting kimono, the male attendants wear samurai robes, and the Japanese samurai swords are long and narrow at the waist. If ordinary people don't dare to commit crimes here, even if they come for sightseeing, they have to stay away from this place.
Otherwise, once he is considered to be dangerous, these male attendants of the Fuata Zaibatsu are very likely to step forward and cut him in two!
Fengtian Manor, in the study of Fengtian President Gomoto Taro.
"President, Chief Shiraishi's phone number." An assistant hurriedly walked into Gohontaro's room with a special encrypted phone and said carefully: "This is the highest level encrypted phone."
"Did he encounter some trouble?" Gohontaro quickly took over the words and then waved his hand.
After the assistant left, Gohontaro asked in a deep voice: "Chief Shiraishi, are you in any big trouble using this phone?"
"President," Shiraishi Kazuma's voice was very weak: "Things in the Kingdom of Heaven are very difficult. Hong Dali is a man of great power. I ask the president to get rid of the trouble before the danger really arises."
"That Hong Dali, is he so powerful?" Gohontaro took a deep breath, and then asked: "Can't even you defeat him?"
"No." Baishi and Ma said slowly: "I failed, and the defeat was ugly. For Hong Dali, the only thing I can do at the moment is to minimize his threat as much as possible."
"It seems that the matter is very serious." Gohontaro thought for a while, and then asked: "What does Chief Nai mean..."
"Red alert." Shiraishi and Ma finally said these words.
"Okay, I understand." Gohontaro slowly hung up the phone.
He closed his eyes, leaned on the sofa and thought for a moment, and then suddenly said loudly: "Someone, call Hattori Jiro!"
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Hattori Hanzo. A clan of samurai from the Warring States Period to the early Edo period today. The name "Hanzo" is the name passed down from generation to generation by the Hattori family. In addition, the patriarchs of the past generations have passed down the name Ishimamomo from generation to generation, so they are also called Hattori Stones.
See Shou.
Hattori Jiro, the 13th generation Hattori Hanzo.
After his father's death, Hattori Jiro led two hundred people from Iga, inheriting the titles of Hanzo and Iwami Mamoru. Now, he is the most important core force of the Fuata Zaibatsu, responsible for clearing out all the hidden elements lurking in the Fuita Zaibatsu.
Danger.
The "red alert" Shiraishi Kazuma mentioned before was exactly asking Gohontaro to use the highest guard of the Futa Zaibatsu, the Iga ninjas led by Hattori Jiro!
Fengtian Manor, back mountain, secret underground martial arts arena.
Hattori Jiro Sei, who has a resolute face and facial lines as sharp as a knife, stands in the center of the martial arts arena with his upper body bare.
There were two people standing in front of them. Each held a solid wood stick as thick as an arm, holding it with both hands, staring closely at Hattori Jiro's body.
These two people have bulging muscles all over their bodies, and it can be seen from the bulging blood vessels on the surface of their skin. These two people are extremely difficult to mess with!
"ah--!!!"
The two men roared fiercely, clenched the wooden sticks in their hands, and rushed towards Hattori Jiro. Fang Yi approached Hattori Jiro's body, waved his arms, and the wooden sticks in his hands made a "whooshing" sound.
, violently thrust towards Hattori Jiro!
One person attacks the shoulder and the other attacks the top of the head.
The strength of these two strong men is so powerful. If an ordinary person, even a person of the same physique, is hit by such a stick, the bones will be broken and the brain will be pulled out. This is normal development.
"Too slow!" Jiro Hattori waved his arm casually and blocked the incoming wooden stick gently and deftly. He only defended but did not attack, with a relaxed and happy expression.
After playing for a while, Hattori Jiro seemed to be tired of playing. Suddenly, the muscles all over his body exploded, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The joints all over his body exploded, and even made a thunderous roar, and then "Bang Bang!
"Two punches were thrown out. The wooden sticks in the hands of the two men suddenly broke into two pieces. Their bodies flew out wildly and fell to the ground two feet away. They groaned for a long time and could not get up.
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"Too weak." Jiro Hattori put on his clothes casually and shook his head helplessly: "How can you do things for the president like this?"
Hattori Jiro expressed considerable dissatisfaction with such an attack.
"Mr. Hattori, the president has invited you." Jiro Hattori had just put on his clothes when Gohontaro's assistant slowly came over and said.
"President is looking for me?" Hattori Jiro nodded lightly and said, "Lead the way."
Soon they arrived at the study of President Gobontaro. Hattori Jiro came behind Gobontaro as lightly as a gust of wind and said: "President, I'm here."
Gohontaro put his hands behind his back, looked at the scenery outside the door, and said softly: "Mr. Hattori, how do you feel about the medicine developed by our Fuata Zaibatsu?"
"Very good." Hattori Jiro nodded: "The physical strength and strength have increased by about five times, and the strength has been greatly improved."
Gohontaro smiled and said: "Two years ago, we hired African mercenaries to capture Zhang Yi from the Kingdom of Heaven. Although the mercenary army was completely destroyed, we obtained the formula for the genetically modified injection. So far,
, the effect is still very good.”
"It's a pity that we can't reach the strongest level." Jiro Hattori said regretfully: "It would be better if we could achieve the effect of Zhang Yi's improvement of dozens of times."
"There are many things that we can't help." Gobontaro sighed: "We are lucky enough to be able to obtain this low-level formula. For high-level ones, there is really nothing we can do about it."
"Yes." Hattori Jiro thought for a while, and then asked: "President, you are looking for me this time because..."
"Chief Shiraishi failed. This time the opponent is very strong." Gohontaro said calmly: "The kingdom of heaven has always been the goal of my Japanese empire, and we must not allow them to have outstanding newcomers grow up. This time the name of the goal is Hong Dali
, eighteen years old, you go to the Intelligence Department to get information and implement a beheading plan. With your current strength, if you want to kill an ordinary eighteen-year-old young man, is that okay?"
"No problem." Hattori Jiro replied: "It only takes three seconds and I can make him disappear from this world."
"Okay, I believe in your strength." Gohontaro waved his hand gently: "Go and get ready."
"Okay." Hattori Jiro agreed, and then there was a burst of smoke, and he disappeared in an instant.
"What makes both Shiraishi and Ma admit defeat is that Hattori Jiro's side is still a little unsafe. After all, Hong Dali, a prodigal, is very lucky. If something unexpected happens..." Gohontaro touched his chin and thought for a while.
Then he shouted out the door: "Come here, help me contact Sha Ying."
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Mercenaries are a group of professional killers who "rely on war". They are hired to carry out various assassinations, kidnappings, combats, and even coups. The composition of mercenaries is very complex and comes from all kinds of people, but they have one thing in common.
The characteristic is that they all like war, and war is everything in their lives.
"Whoever pays will work for whom" is a basic principle followed by mercenaries. There is no distinction between right and wrong in their minds. In the words of a well-known figure in the mercenary world: "Now as long as someone is willing
Pay me and I'll work for him. I don't know what's wrong. I can work for anyone who can afford it."
The Sand Eagle is the most notorious of all mercenary groups in the world - it has the highest commissions, the highest success rate, and the highest level of confidentiality for its employer.
For them, as long as you can afford it, there is no one they can't kill.
Australia, Tasmania, Sand Eagle headquarters.
"Hey, boss, what's your phone number?" A young man in his twenties handed the phone to his boss - a man who looked very ordinary, so ordinary that no one would leave him in a crowd.
A middle-aged man who takes a second look.
And this extremely ordinary-looking middle-aged man named Charles is the top leader of the Sand Eagle. He has one-quarter American ancestry, one-quarter Australian ancestry, one-quarter British ancestry and one-quarter
Of Japanese ancestry.
"Who?" Charles answered the phone and said calmly: "You'd better keep your story short, sir, my patience is very limited."
"It's Charles, I'm Gohontaro." Gohontaro's low laughter came from the phone: "I think we should be considered old friends, right?"
"If you are referring to the young men named Hong who my grandfather helped you kill in Heaven decades ago," Charles smiled, "then they must be considered old friends - but favors don't mean much to me.
If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Well, okay," Gohontaro said slowly: "Here's the thing, I want to ask Charles to help me kill one more person. There's just one, his name is Hong Dali. You can send someone to me right away to get him.
material."
"The one with the surname Hong again?" Charles curled his lips: "It seems that you are very close to the one with the surname Hong."
"I regret that we didn't handle it properly last time," Gohontaro said softly, "After so many decades of recuperation, the Hong family is now showing signs of resurgence."
"Okay, okay," Charles said helplessly: "I'll just help him wrap up my grandfather's affairs - let's make a price."
"Five hundred million U.S. dollars." Gohontaro directly gave the highest price: "I think this price is not low."
"The price is quite fair," Charles agreed immediately: "Is there a time limit?"
"Of course, within a month, if you agree, you can send someone to collect the $100 million deposit in the afternoon."
"Well, it's a big deal. That's it. Goodbye. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."
