After Lin Song finished speaking, he looked alert with a look of alertness, opened his eyes wide and looked ahead, the accelerator was at the bottom, ready to rush out at any time.

Soon, cars appeared in front of each other, one next to another. The models and sizes of the cars were exactly the same, neatly and uniformly moving forward simultaneously.

Lin Song was surprised. What is going on? Are all killers so polite nowadays? Or is it the killers unique to Japan?

At this moment, Jia Huizi couldn't help laughing, hugged Lin Song's arm and said, "Asong, we are safe. This is my father's Royal Guard. Each of them fights against a hundred, and they are absolutely dead soldiers."

After she said that, she pushed open the car door and rushed down, waved her hand in front of her.

Lin Song was surprised, grabbed Jia Huizi and pulled him into the car, and said with a serious look on his face: "You are not afraid of someone shooting you."

This is what Lin Song said in his heart. Those killers are not only Japanese ninjas, but also snipers. They can kill Jiahuizi with just one bullet.

Jia Huizi laughed twice and said, "The five hundred meters around have been occupied by the Royal Guards, and even a bird cannot fly out."

Lin Song was stunned. Is this possible? He couldn't help but look back. He felt that Wu Meng and others were not far away, and it was obvious that what Jia Huizi said was unreliable.

At this time, all the cars had stopped, parked on both sides of the road, with an extended luxury car in the middle, without a name, it should be a customized version.

There was a person getting out of the car. He was wearing a black suit and a long sword around his waist. He exuded a strong murderous aura.

When Jia Huizi saw this person, her happy look disappeared instantly, and instead she looked scared.

She suddenly turned around, hugged Lin Song's arm, and said with a trembling body: "Asong, protect me."

Lin Song frowned slightly and said with a puzzled look: "Isn't this from your Royal Guard? Are they fake?"

"No, there are two captains of the guard, one is my emperor's uncle and the other is Ichiro Kimura. The two of them have been fighting endlessly. Now it seems that something must have happened to my emperor's uncle." Jia Huizi said with a worried look on her face.

Lin Song didn't expect this to be the case. It seems that powerful people are even more difficult to live, so you should be careful everywhere.

His purpose is not to support the little woman. He sneered and said, "How about checking out now and I'll leave."

"You hate, coward, I hate you. If you want money, kill him, I will take you to get it." Jia Huizi glared at Lin Song and said.

Lin Song pretended to be helpless, holding the Dragon Teeth Sabre in his hand and said, "For the sake of money, I can only fight for a while and wait for me." After he said that, he walked out with great strides in his hand.

Ten meters away from Kimura Ichiro, he stopped, closed his eyes slightly, and looked at the old guy with disdain.

This guy has a bad beard and looks fierce.

Lin Song sneered and said, "Ichiro, Princess Jiahuizi doesn't like you, so she asked you to die. There is a stone over there, so you can slaughter yourself."

After he said that, he couldn't help laughing twice, and he felt a little proud of his creativity.

At the same time, he whispered to the headset: "Everyone is ready for battle."

The flesh on Kimura Ichiro's face trembled twice and said loudly: "Bastard, bastard, I'll kill you." After he said that, he waved to the back.

With his wave, the car door behind him opened, and people wearing black clothes, carrying long swords on their shoulders and golden masks on their faces walked down.

They stood in two rows and walked towards Lin Song.

Neatly and uniformly, with a rainbow of momentum, like a wall, pushing forward, Lin Song immediately felt endless pressure.

He couldn't help but take two steps back, frowned slightly, and looked at these guys coldly. He had never retreated before when facing biochemical warriors. Unexpectedly, it was a bit embarrassing to face these Japanese ninjas and then retreat.

He straightened his back, stared at Ichiro Kimura, and shouted loudly: "Coward, I have the kind of fighting for myself."

While he was speaking, he was ready for battle.

Seeing these people rushing over, their speed getting faster and faster, forming a powerful force, like destroying Gulaxiu.

At this moment, Jia Huizi rushed over, lit up a gold medal, and shouted loudly, "Seeing a card is like seeing someone, everyone obeys the order and retreat immediately."

These people stopped in an instant like a sudden brake. They saw the gold medal in Jia Huizi's hand, quickly retreated and stood neatly on both sides.

Lin Song was speechless, patted Jia Huizi on the shoulder and said, "I said, Princess, if you have this thing, you should take it out earlier. I was so nervous just now."

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed, and then the gold medal in Jia Huizi's hand disappeared. Jia Huizi shouted loudly: "My gold medal is gone, it's gone."

Lin Song had long seen Ichiro Kimura, this old guy holding a gold medal in his hand, and was watching it with great fun.

Lin Song snorted coldly and said, "Old guy, I'm afraid of death. I'm trying to steal things."

"Asong, hurry up and grab it back. Without the gold medal, we will die." Jia Huizi said worriedly. He didn't believe that Lin Song could deal with so many Royal Guards alone.

Lin Song sneered, looked indifferent, walked forward a few steps and said, "Ichiro Kimura, right? You have Juro and Jiro, they are all dead."

Ichiro Kimura suddenly looked up and stared at Lin Song, saying viciously: "You killed them, who are you?" After he said that, he used his strength and the gold medal was directly pinched into noodles.

"That's right, I killed them. They are worthy of death. Since you are here today, why not go and find them." Lin Song walked forward a few steps and said coldly, trying to keep his voice as low as possible, just to prevent Jia Huizi from hearing it.

Ichiro Kimura was completely angry. He let out a roar, and the long sword waved repeatedly in the air, shouting loudly: "Royal Guard, kill him, whoever kills him will be my Ichiro Kimura's closed disciple."

This guy's words instantly ignited the enthusiasm of these people, with roars, roars, roars, thundering the sky and the earth.

Countless men in black formed a wave of rushing towards Lin Song and Jia Huizi.

Jia Huizi said with a look of fear: "Asong, let's run, we can't beat them."

Lin Song looked back at Jia Huizi and said coldly: "Return to the car, if you don't have me, you are not allowed to open the car door."

After he said that, he looked ahead coldly, and as he watched the people rush over, he raised his hand and waved it twice in a row.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, gunshots sound almost at the same time, automatically and accurately, bullets are fired without any false shooting, artillery shells are accurately hit, and controlled within a certain range.

Bloody red, screams sounded, and in a blink of an eye, all 100 people were knocked down. Lin Song looked at Ichiro Kimura and said, "How is it, old guy, okay, if you have any last words, hurry up."

"Stupid brat, I'm too unfaithful about the spirit of Bushido." Ichiro Kimura roared angrily, and his long sword suddenly unsheathed. The tip of the knife pointed at Lin Song.
Chapter completed!