Sun Wei, who was always lurking beside him, saw the rare opportunity, and immediately flashed and rushed out. Pretending to be a civilian running around in panic, Sun Wei successfully approached a large group of police officers. A flash of sword light in his hand, and the short knife in his left hand cut through a police officer's throat.

"Someone robbed the prisoner." The police all shouted loudly in Rakshasa. Some police officers surrounded him, hoping to subdue Sun Wei. However, as a war machine condensed by the essence of technology in a thousand years, their combat instincts have long exceeded the limits of human beings. Sun Wei held a knife in his hands and was not afraid of the number of people on the other side. Two short blades flew up and down, and in a blink of an eye, several police officers were killed.

The people of Rakshasa were famously fierce. Seeing that many of their companions were killed, they aroused the fierceness of these policemen. They rushed up and waved their batons toward Sun Wei. Facing more than 20 enemies, Sun Wei was not afraid at all. His body movement was like lightning, shuttled through the crowd like a martial arts master. Each move was a fatal threat, and the people of Rakshasa were killed retreating repeatedly.

Gradually approaching An Zhonggen, Sun Wei lifted the pin on the handcuffs with a knife. The knife was broken and the shackles were opened. With a force, he actually cut a handcuff directly. "Follow me." Sun Wei said to An Zhonggen in Goryeo, and then he pulled An Zhonggen, and rushed out with a short knife with the other hand.

Losing a short knife, Sun Wei's combat effectiveness was immediately reduced. At this time, Zhao Jiu's sniper appeared at the right time. With a bang, a policeman was smashed to his head again, and blood splattered Sun Wei's face. He was so angry that he cursed in his headphones: "Damn Xiao Jiu, can't you not show off your gun skills? If you don't shoot the head, you will die. Look at me, I'm covered in blood."

Zhao Jiu's aggrieved voice came from his headphones: "Brother Sun can't blame me. This Russian Morganahin rifle is too rough. Shooting errors are inevitable. I originally aimed at his heart, but it ended up hitting it."

"Be careful, don't let me get shot by my own people." Sun Wei replied angrily.

"It must be certain. Pay attention next time. I will compensate you for all the clothes when I come back." Zhao Jiu replied with a smile.

While the two were talking, Sun Wei did not pause at all. He pulled An Zhonggen and rushed out of the encirclement and threw the police behind him. An Zhonggen was tied with shackles on his feet, and it was very inconvenient to move. Seeing this, Sun Wei put away his short knife, lowered his body and carried him on his back, and ran towards another street.

The police officers rushed over and wanted to grab An Zhonggen. Unexpectedly, Sun Wei pulled out the Mauser pistol with his backhand, and did not look back and waved his hands, making several police officers in front fall to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment when the police officers were panicking, he had already turned around the corner.

Just now, they were fighting in close combat, and the police had no chance to untie the spear. At this time, the two sides opened up a distance, and Sun Wei reminded them with the gun. They took off their rifles from their shoulders and chased them. The people in the police team also reacted, and soon fifty or sixty people chased out with guns, and two groups gathered in a place to chase them along the street.

Although Sun Wei was strong and had no problem with An Zhonggen carrying An Zhonggen, he was moving forward with a load after all, and his speed was inevitably slower. He heard the shouts of the Rakshasa people behind his ears becoming clearer and clearer, he cursed inwardly: "This group of unyielding Russians, please give you some good taste." He wrapped the half-iron chain left on An Zhonggen's hand around his body, which was to temporarily fix him, and then took out the grenade in his pocket and the small coil of steel wire.

Sun Wei turned his head, found a broken corner of the grenade and stuck it, then quickly hung the steel wire around the fire ring, and pulled the other end to the other side of the alley and tied it to the protruding sharp stone. It took less than two seconds to do all this, and Sun Wei was still working with one hand on his back.

An Zhonggen looked at it for no reason and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Just give the people of Rakshasa." Sun Wei smiled, then held An Zhonggen and continued to run forward. As soon as the two of them turned the corner, more than a dozen police officers ran into the alley. Several police officers in front ran forward with rifles waving their rifles, but did not notice that a very thin steel wire was tied there at the height of their knees.

The first Russian's leg hit the steel wire, and the huge force made him lean forward and almost fell down. The Russian who had tripped cursed, turned his head to see what tripped him. He saw that it was rolling on the ground, with a grenade emitting white smoke. The Rakshasa-ravaged Rakshasa made a shocking sound before the grenade could be heard, and a group of police officers who had just run up were immediately shrouded in the smoke.

Hearing the loud noise behind, An Zhonggen's eyes lit up. He finally knew what the mysterious man who saved him was doing just now. He said in surprise: "Can you teach me your ability? If we all have such great powers as you, Goryeo would have been liberated long ago."

"Shut up, don't you know we are running for life? Let's talk about what's going on." Sun Wei said viciously. Now his brain was rotating rapidly, recalling the retreat route that had been surveyed before, and could not be disturbed at all.

"Hey, Brother Sun, you're so slow." Zhao Jiu rushed out of the alley next to him and ran to the two of them.

Sun Wei said to An Zhonggennnu, "According to an unexpected situation, this guy's hands and feet are shackled, so I will naturally be slow to carry him. Since you are here, you can carry him for a while and wait until the pursuers are far away before untiing him."

"No need, have you forgotten that I am the lock unlocking king?" Zhao Jiu smiled and helped An Zhonggen down Sun Wei's back, and then took out two steel wires from his dark pocket on his cuff. Zhao Jiu skillfully poked the steel wire into the keyhole and turned it gently, which was easier than opening the key, and the shackles had fallen off.

Soon, all the three remaining pairs of shackles were opened, and An Zhonggen finally regained his freedom. He moved his hands and feet with some numbness and said, "Thank you for the help of the two heroes, where should we go now?"

"Of course I'm leaving the city. Are you waiting to die here?" Zhao Jiu rolled his eyes, pulled An Zhonggen and ran away. Sun Wei looked at the Rakshasa soldiers who were getting closer and closer behind him, and turned around and left with the two.

The death of Ito Hirofumi and the escape of the assassin made the Japanese side extremely angry. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs even issued a harsh protest statement to Rakshasa, demanding that the other party hand over the murderer immediately, otherwise the Japanese would take all necessary actions to retaliate.
Chapter completed!