Matsumoto Incheon has been feeling stuffy in his heart these past few days. If he were an ordinary person, he might have been ready to go to the hospital, but Matsumoto Incheon didn't need to. As an innate master who stands at the pinnacle of the earth, such things as diseases have long been around.
He left far away. There is only one thing that can happen, and that is when there is something big to say, and it involves his own life.
This situation has only happened three times, but these three times I almost died. This time the feeling was even stronger. Obviously, it was another pass and more dangerous.
Slowly pulling out the katana, looking at the blade that was brighter than the mirror, and looking at the middle-aged face reflected on the blade, Matsumoto Incheon gently stroked the blade with his fingers. His left thumb gently touched the sharp blade.
After scratching, a wisp of blood soaked the entire blade. Then he used his own energy to spread the blood and wrap the entire blade. This is the sacrificial knife technique. Legend has it that it was brought to Japan by people from China in ancient times.
Method. It is said that this method is an ancient ritual used to worship heaven and earth in ancient times, but by chance, a ninja discovered that doing so can create a wonderful connection between himself and the sword. The most powerful one recorded is
In times of danger, Bushido can automatically jump out of the scabbard.
Matsumoto Incheon believes this legend, because now as long as it is soaked with his own blood, the sword will automatically make a clear sound, as if it is a happy cry. When he uses it, the sword seems to become a part of his body.
He can control his arms with ease. As a samurai and an innate warrior, Matsumoto Incheon only believes in the sword in his hand. He disdains those who use guns. In the eyes of a true innate master, a gun is just a toy. Even if it is
No matter how fast a gunman is, it takes 0.2 seconds from drawing the gun to firing the bullet, plus the time the bullet flies in the air, which is definitely more than 0.3 seconds. And within 0.3 seconds, Matsumoto Incheon can split 7
——9 knives, which can move 3-5 meters. When the bullets are used up, the knife in your hand is always useful. This knife has been with Matsumoto Incheon for nearly fifty years. He has been using it since he started practicing martial arts.
A knife.
In fifty years, Matsumoto Incheon passed out from an ordinary horse boy to now the general manager of China, and this sword followed him all the way. The originally 3.5 cm wide blade is now only 2.6 cm, but it is even sharper and more vicious. Death is at hand.
This knife scared the living souls of thousands of people. It was a vicious knife soaked in the blood of oneself and the enemy.
He opened his clothes and touched the scars on his chest. The longest one ran from his shoulders to his chest. In order to be promoted to the innate, he challenged Noda Jiro, the famous Ichitou legend at the time, and was almost split open by a sword. All these years of ups and downs have come.
Yes, I'm still afraid of this.
He took out a small piece of crystal jade and gently sharpened the blade. After a long time, he pulled out a piece of his hair and gently put it on the blade. With a clear groan, the hair was cut into two halves. Matsumoto Incheon was satisfied.
The knife was put back into its sheath, waiting for the upcoming challenge.
The sky was getting brighter, and those who took the plane were the first to arrive in Puhai City. According to the previous instructions, everyone immediately broke into pieces and dispersed towards the residential area where Cui Niu and others' parents lived. When they arrived at the place, they started immediately
Enter the "working" state.
Ma Songfeng was walking on the busy road with ease, looking at the residential areas where people were coming and going, all of them people going to work in the morning. He found a vendor selling fruit in a truck and walked over with a serious expression.
"Brother, do you sell fruit here every day?"
"Of course, there are many people here, there is a lot of money, and the business is very good." The vendor smiled happily, as if he was very satisfied with the life here.
"Brother, let me ask you something. Have you seen anyone suspicious these days? We received reports from the masses that several people have been coming in and out with guns recently. I am a special police officer of the country." As he said this, he removed the gun hidden on his waist.
The Type 64 pistol is a little exposed. This Type 64 pistol is obtained by obtaining a gun license, and everyone has it.
After a detailed discussion last night, only the Type 64 pistol can dispel the vigilance of these people to the greatest extent. In China, the most untrustworthy thing is documents and the like, but this iconic Type 64 pistol is different. China's guns
Strict management makes guns an indirect form of identification.
A ray of light flashed through the hawker's eyes, but it did not escape Ma Songfeng, who was about to enter the eighth floor. However, Ma Songfeng remained calm and continued to maintain his image as a policeman.
"I didn't see it. Haha, as you know, we are all very busy and don't have time to look at anything else." This vendor really didn't lie. In just a short time, he had sold more than ten kilograms of fruit. Look.
I really don't have time to pay attention to anything else.
"Thank you then. If you find any sneaky people, you can call the local police number."
As soon as Ma Songfeng left, the hawker called openly: "Hey, Lao Li, my business here is very good. Send me some more goods, please bring them."
"Okay..." A loud voice came from the other side. It seemed that everything was fine.
In a corner, Ma Songfeng's figure appeared out of thin air, walking forward with a mysterious smile. Whenever he met a vendor or other regular personnel, he had to ask. A small number of Eagle Brigade members had begun to appear around him.
The team members immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding "hawkers" and began to report to the superiors.
"Here it comes!" Matsumoto Incheon took a deep breath when he saw the password on his mobile phone. As for China, no one with knowledge in the world dares to underestimate it. The ancient civilizations in the world include: China, India,
Egypt, Babylon, Greece and the Maya, but the ancient civilizations of the Maya, Egypt, and Babylon have disappeared, and even their civilizations of India and Greece have been diluted by other Western civilizations. Only China has remained standing in the world from ancient times to the present, no matter how great it has been.
The suffering has never fallen. It seems that there is a mysterious power that has been maintaining the continuation of China. What kind of power is this? Ordinary people don't know, but Matsumoto Incheon knows that as long as China's masters are willing, they can conquer the entire country overnight.
The world's top masters were all slaughtered. It's just that these people believed that suffering could promote China's progress, so as a last resort, these people all practiced in the mountains.
When he came to China, Matsumoto Incheon was well prepared to face this day. After surviving it, he rose to prominence and became arrogant to the whole of Japan. If he could not survive it, he disappeared.
Ma Songfeng and others were divided into 12 waves, and followed the 12 people to the residences of their families. There were also a large number of ordinary new team members spreading fog everywhere to confuse the other party's sight. After all, if everyone was heading straight towards these 12
A fool could guess the reason why, but there were still 100 ordinary people running around, seemingly searching for suspicious persons.
Passing through the dense buildings in front, we finally saw a small villa hidden in the woods. Through the spiritual sense that they had just been able to use, all the team members discovered that many people were hiding in the woods and under the ground.