Qin Feng, who just spoke Japanese with a Hokkaido accent and mingled with the team, had already hidden in the woods in front of the church. He still had time to open the compressed biscuit Liu Zimo had given him yesterday and stuffed one into his mouth.
For Qin Feng, his main target this time was Alejandro. To deal with the Yamaguchi group was just to hunt rabbits and take advantage of him.
It's just that the current fighting situation in the field makes Qin Feng a little dissatisfied.
At the beginning, the Yamaguchi-gumi took the lead and killed five or six mafia members in succession. However, after Alejandro pulled out his gun, the situation was reversed.
It has to be said that Alejandro is a ruthless man who has experienced battles in the field. When he shoots with a pistol, he does not aim at all, but he hits wherever he points, and the gun never misses.
In the blink of an eye, almost all the people on the Yamaguchi-gumi side who had not had time to hide were shot by bullets, and all of them were hit between the eyebrows or in the heart. Once they were shot, they would be dead.
Although Nakagawa on the Yamaguchi-gumi side has excellent swordsmanship, his use of modern weapons is far inferior to Alejandro. Watching Alejandro reap the lives of his men, he can only hide in the big tree.
Be anxious later.
Nakagawa saw the situation clearly, and only Alessandro was the tougher opponent. If he was killed, the Mafia would definitely not be his opponent if they were leaderless. He immediately shouted: "Kill him, kill Alessandro first."
Get rid of it!"
"Yes, Lord Nakagawa!"
When it comes to discipline, the Japanese are really impeccable. After Nakagawa gave the order, three or four Japanese gunmen rushed out from behind the trees without fear of death, raised their guns and shot at Alessandro.
However, having courage is commendable. On the battlefield, strength is the most important thing. Even though Alessandro is as bulky as a Russian polar bear, his skills are very flexible.
Alessandro's shooting speed was very fast, and he was shooting blindly. He didn't need to aim at all. Before the Japanese gunmen could pull the trigger, several gunshots rang out in succession. Several people fell to the ground, all with eyebrows.
Heartbroken.
If you want to come out of Siberia alive, you must have well-developed limbs, and your mind must not be simple. You must also master a variety of skills. Using modern firearms is only the most basic one.
For eight years in the Siberian training camp, Alejandro slept with a gun almost every day.
Except for Alejandro himself, no one knows that the boxing champion in the world's black boxing world can also become an outstanding gun champion if he is placed in the army.
With a "click", the bullets in Alejandro's gun were all gone. A Japanese gunman rushed out and wanted to take advantage. Unexpectedly, Alejandro rolled on the ground, picked up another pistol, and raised his hand.
Killed the opponent.
Seeing Alejandro fighting alone with more than ten of his own, Nakagawa's face turned livid. Only then did he realize that the swordsmanship he had pursued all his life was nothing in the face of modern firepower.
"idiot!"
In a rage, Nakagawa pulled off the white cloth tied around his waist, tied it around his forehead, and shouted loudly: "Yamaguchi-gumi warriors, charge at me!"
Reaching out and pulling out the famous sword given by his master, Nakagawa suddenly stood up from behind the tree, stepped in unison, held the sword high, and rushed towards Alessandro in an S shape.
"idiot!"
Seeing Nakagawa rushing out, Alejandro raised the corner of his mouth slightly and pulled out a ferocious smile. He raised his right hand and fired three bullets in the shape of a cross. They shot out of the gun barrel almost at the same time, aiming at Nakagawa's eyebrows and left and right chests.
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"ah!"
In the midst of the lightning and flint from the bullet, Nakagawa suddenly let out a loud shout, and the sword raised above his head suddenly struck down vertically.
There was a crisp sound of "Dang!", and the bullet fired towards him was hit by Nakagawa. Although there was a gap in the sword, the bullet was actually blocked.
And at the same time as the sword was struck, the two bullets originally fired at Nakagawa's chest missed his clothes and flew past him.
"Long live Lord Nakagawa!"
Seeing the scene of swords chopping bullets, the Japanese suddenly became energetic, with extremely fanatical looks in their eyes, and one by one they even took off their upper body clothes and rushed out.
"Fuck, if this person's swordsmanship improves further, I'm afraid he won't be much worse than the instructor at the Siberian training camp back then?"
Seeing his own bullet blocked by Nakagawa, Alejandro was shocked. This was not the first time he saw someone blocking a bullet with a weapon. The kendo instructor back then could do the same thing.
Alejandro was only thirteen years old at the time. He and three of his buddies from the training camp took four pistols and stood 30 meters away and shot at the instructors from different directions, but none of the bullets could hit the instructor.
Hit the instructor.
Although Nakagawa's swordsmanship at this time was far less than that of the instructor back then, his ability to block bullets with his sword showed that he had understood the true meaning of swordsmanship, and the rest only required hard training and accumulation of experience.
As soon as Alejandro hesitated, his firepower spread out, and he could only hide behind a big tree! The mafia members around him were constantly shot and fell to the ground.
"Fwek, today I'm going to show you what real marksmanship is!" Seeing this scene, Alessandro was furious, and with a tip of his toe, he picked up another pistol that had fallen on the ground.
"Three shots, five shots, eight shots..."
Alejandro's ears were constantly twitching, and he was counting the bullets in the barrels of the guns of those outside. Just when he heard two "clicks" in succession, his body suddenly jumped out.
With both guns in hand and a shooting speed far exceeding that of the Japanese, the Japanese who had just rushed out immediately fell to the ground. After throwing down three corpses, they could only hide back in the woods.
Even Nakagawa couldn't withstand Alejandro's continuous fire. With his current swordsmanship, he could only withstand two bullets at most. How could he withstand Alejandro's shooting?
After a splatter of blood appeared on his shoulder, Nakagawa could only retreat back. This was because his men were desperately trying to cover him, otherwise he might have fallen to Alessandro's bullets.
"Lord Nakagawa, let's evacuate first!"
A Japanese in his early thirties, his eyes full of sorrow and anger. They are all the top gunners of the Yamaguchi-gumi, but unexpectedly they were suppressed and beaten by Alejandro alone. This is a huge shame for them.
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However, they are not soldiers after all, and they do not have that inexplicable sense of honor. If they continue to resist now, they will only be destroyed. Therefore, some people have already thought of retreating.
"Okay, then let's retreat first..."
After being shot in the shoulder, Nakagawa no longer had the confidence he had before. He thought for a moment and nodded, then said: "I will ask Chuunin Sato to come to the United States. I believe he will not let us down!"
"Ninja?" After hearing Nakagawa's words, there was a low-pitched exclamation around him.
Ninja is a special occupation unique to Japan. Its official name was determined in the Edo period, the Warring States period of Japan, which was also the era when the ninja contending schools of thought was the most active.
However, with the progress of the times, ninjas have gradually withdrawn from Japanese society. In modern times, only some Japanese high-ranking officials and underground organizations still have people with the professional status of ninjas.
These ninjas have a very high status among various gangs and clans in Japan. Only when the matter is extremely important can Ninjas be dispatched. Nakagawa probably relied on his master's presence to invite Chunin Sato out.
Among ninjas, they are divided into jonin, chunin, and genin.
The jounin, also known as the brain trust nin, specializes in planning the overall combat steps. The chunin is the leader of the actual combat. Of course, the ninjutsu of the chunin must also be outstanding.
Genin, also known as physical nin, is equivalent to the special operations force and is the actual ninja who fights on the front line. There is a clear hierarchical relationship between the three.
Although the jounin does not specifically perform actual combat tasks such as assassinations, he is the highest commander in the ninja system, because all combat plans will be planned by the jounin.
If you want to become a jounin, you must start from the physical ninja. After countless actual combat tests, and then collectively evaluated by the major gangs in Japan, you can be established as a jounin.
Therefore, even in Japan, the birthplace of the ninja, jounin is extremely rare. Currently, the only jounin recognized by everyone in Japan is Kikujiro.
The Sato chunin that Nakagawa was talking about also came from Kikujiro's sect and was considered his senior brother. As proud as Nakagawa was, he had to admit that he was far inferior to Sato in assassination.
"Lord Nakagawa, since you can recruit ninjas, we will definitely be able to avenge you!"
After hearing what Nakagawa said, the seven or eight surviving Japanese breathed a sigh of relief. They were really frightened by Alejandro, but now they found an excuse to retreat.
"We still have people outside. As long as we pass through the woods, we can contact the people outside!" Nakagawa looked at the surrounding situation and immediately made a decision.
"Damn it, Alejandro didn't even lose a hair. If you run into the woods, wouldn't all my arrangements be in vain?"
Qin Feng, who was hiding more than ten meters away from Zhongchuan, became furious after hearing what Zhongchuan said. The mine traps he had laid in the forest were all aimed at Alejandro.
"Lord Nakagawa, we haven't lost yet!"
Qin Fengzhong took out a grenade the size of a sweet potato from his waist and shouted: "Our Yamaguchi-gumi warriors will not retreat, we can still fight!"
"Baga, do you dare to disobey my order?"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Nakagawa wished he could strangle him to death. He had already heard that this man with a Hokkaido accent was the one who had previously encouraged a decisive battle with the mafia.
But before Nakagawa could take action to strangle Qin Feng, a smoking oval iron ball suddenly floated over Nakagawa's head and flew straight to Alessandro, who was more than thirty meters away.
