These are two grenades borrowed from Hemingway. Long Xiaoqi wants to return them to the other party by returning them to the other party in the way they do. What kind of Bushido spirit, what real professional soldiers? What kind of battle between countries? Nonsense, nonsense!

Long Xiaoqi went around and took Murakami into the ditch to have a glorious decisive battle... What a decisive battle between you sister? I won’t be fighting with a killer!

"What's going on? What's going on?" Long Xiaoqi ran out of the bathroom, looked at Murakami covered in blood with shock, and shouted loudly: "Oh! What's going on? Why are you all covered in blood? Explosion? Oh my god, is there a terrifying guy in Okinawa? This... hero, are we still fighting the decisive battle?"

Murakami, who was lying on the ground, kept twitching. He stared at Long Xiaoqi with his resentful eyes, wishing to tear the other party apart. But now he had no strength at all. His legs were cut by pieces and lost his intuition, his body was in pain, and he twitched because of the pain.

"Shameless! Shameless! Bageya Lu!!!" Murakami cursed angrily.

"Hehehe..." Long Xiaoqi smiled proudly. He walked staggeringly to the ten meters in front of the village and stopped, squinted his eyes and said, "It's okay, I'm usually not shameless, but sometimes I can't control myself. Don't blame me, don't blame me, hehehe..."

"Bageyalu! What about the duel that was agreed!!!" Murakami's eyes were full of bloodshot and hissed.

He was deceived, and was deceived by this Chinese who had no sense of honor. What about the duel that he had agreed? What about the duel that he had agreed?! It was too despicable and shameless!

"Dull? Um..." Long Xiaoqi took a cigarette and said contemptuously: "Dull your sister, you are a killer, you asked me to fight the killer? Brother, are you kidding? As a killer, you are not a good fool, but you actually came out to fight with someone? I'm blunt, I've never seen a weird killer like you... Alas, failure, I still give a bad review for you, the killer. But I still want to give a silent praise for your attitude and spirit."

"Dull! Duel! Duel!!!" Murakami roared.

Unfortunately, Long Xiaoqi will not fight with the other party at all. As he said, duel with a killer is the most unwise choice. Although the other party is seriously injured and cannot get up, as long as you dare to get closer, the other party will have a hundred ways to die with you.

Therefore, Long Xiaoqi will keep a distance of ten meters from beginning to end, and he will not get close to him unless he wants to die.

"If you say you don't have to fight, you won't fight!" Long Xiaoqi shook his head and smiled, "Lying here well, I'll leave first, there's someone to serve you anyway, bye."

Long Xiaoqi waved his hand and jumped directly from the window and disappeared without a trace, leaving Murakami who roared repeatedly.

The sound of the explosion reached the ears of the underworld. All the underworld stayed in the private rooms, halls, and corridors pulled out their knives and flocked to them. When they pushed open the door, they saw the mess of the ground after the explosion. There was a roaring blood man, and two helpers who didn't know how to live or die.

"Kill him! He killed our people!"

"Kill him!!!"

“…”

When I came, I saw the underworld full of his own corpses without saying a word, rushing up with a knife and slashing at Murakami without saying a word.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

The sound of machete slashing on his body came one after another. Murakami smiled helplessly, gently stimulating the thumb of his right hand, and the claw-shaped grenade that had been holding in his hand lost its insurance. However, he had just picked up the insurance and held the grenade tightly until it was cut by the angry underworld, and his flesh was rolled up, and he could not die anymore...

"boom!"

The grenade eventually exploded, smashing Murakami's body and blowing down five or six gang members...

In a quiet manor, Mrs. Sakurada was lying in the hot spring with a quiet face, gently rubbing her white body as white as fat. Her face was still smiling, but her pupils were filled with dissatisfaction.

The killer sent out was killed. If the assassination failed, it would be fine if it was counter-killed. But the problem is that this Murakami was actually hacked to death by the underworld... What an incompetent killer is this!

Although the process has been clearly presented and is completely guided by the goal, the question is how can a calm killer like Murakami be affected by the goal? If Murakami is really incompetent, Mrs. Sakurada would not attach so much importance to him and win him over. This is not Murakami's problem, but the goal.

"Madam." A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a otakus look on his face kneeling beside the hot spring.

"Suzuki, you are the best killer of Hongri, which is known to everyone." Mrs. Sakurada smiled and looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You want to do a task for the organization, and I hope it can be completed smoothly."

"Hay!" The middle-aged man nodded vigorously and said, "Madam, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task perfectly!"

"You know, you will definitely do it. You are our hundreds of faces." Mrs. Sakurada continued with a smile: "What I need is a killing of absolute certainty, which is related to Hongri's reputation."

"Hayi!" The middle-aged man lowered his head.

"Get down, the hot spring is so big, and it's always lonely to soak alone in it." Mrs. Sakurada thought for a moment and smiled, "But I want to see other faces, such as pleasing to the eye."

"Hayi!"

When the middle-aged man with a slutty face looked up, he had turned into a handsome young man with a angular face. His eyes also changed from dull to full of youthful spirit, giving people a feeling that he would bloom at any time.

This is a hundred faces, proficient in disguise techniques, and can change his appearance anytime and anywhere. The most terrifying thing is his eyes, which can change according to his disguise appearance and are extremely suitable.

He can become any person, have any profession, and choose any angle to commit assassination. This kind of killer is hard to defend against, and will appear next to you inadvertently, giving you a fatal blow.

Baimi took off her clothes and walked into the hot spring. Before Mrs. Sakurada could speak, he naturally turned his body over and used his back to face the other party. This was surrender, this was obedience.

Mrs. Sakurada smiled, picked up a towel and wiped it gently on the other person's back, and whispered: "I only need your back, not your face, so never fear me. Your real side is for your wife and daughter. Of course, maybe you have never left your truest side to them."

Baimian's body began to tremble slightly, but quickly calmed down and enjoyed this treatment that he didn't want to enjoy at all.
Chapter completed!