Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 94
"Strange, where did he go?" He rolled his eyes curiously, "Could it be that he went to the toilet?"

At this time, he saw the coin at the corner with his peripheral vision. He walked over curiously. Wasn't it picked up by Okamon?Did he just throw it away when it couldn't be used?
Abala's friend bent down to pick up the coin, suddenly a figure flashed out, and a sharp knee kick kicked him on the chin. Abala was hit hard, and immediately lost consciousness, and his body fell forward go.

No. 47, who was wearing a security uniform, gently dragged his body, and then put him in the locker at the corner, with Gangmen in the middle.

No. 47 pulled the brim of his hat to cover his cold blue eyes: "There are two more people."

In the monitoring room, the elder brother watching the live broadcast and the younger brother who was working out were not aware of the situation outside. After all, the time was still short.

No. 47 quickly walked into the monitoring room, and judged the location of the remaining two people by hearing.

In the center of the monitoring room is a server in a cabinet room, which is as tall as a person and a half, with countless light spots flashing on it, and it is processing a large amount of information.

No. 47 crouched down and moved silently, clinging to the server in the cabinet room, the security guard who was exercising was in the front right corner, and the security guard watching the live broadcast was on the chair on the left, creating excellent conditions for each to be defeated.

No. 47 came around to the left and came silently behind the security guard who was watching the live broadcast. He suddenly strangled the security guard's neck, and the muscles on his arms swelled. In just three seconds, he didn't even have time for the security guard to struggle. The security guard was temporarily unconscious due to the instant lack of oxygen and muscle tension.

Immediately after, No. 47 came to the right, above board.

When the security guard saw No. 47 approaching, he didn't fluctuate much. After all, there are many foreigners in this security company.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of No. 47's ear. There was no hair there. He didn't remember that a bald man had been recruited into the company. Moreover, the man had his head lowered and his fingers pressed against the brim of his hat, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly.

"Hey, brother, what's going on?" The security guard stepped forward and asked, holding a dumbbell weighing ten kilograms tightly.

"I'm fine." No. 47 said in fluent Japanese, "Senior Okamon Juzhong went to the underground mall to deal with customer disputes. I'll be on duty for him. I'm new here."

He quickly showed his ID and then put it away.

The angle at which he took the certificate was very tricky, because there was a plastic cover on the outside of the certificate, which was white under the reflection of the white woven lamp, and from the security guard's perspective, only a vague figure could be seen.

The security guard relaxed his vigilance a little. Since they all know Gangmen Juzhong, it means they belong to him.

Anyway, there are hundreds of people in the company, and it is impossible for him to know everyone, and it is not surprising to have a bald head.

"What shift is there? There's me and that kid who likes Two-dimensional here."

"It is necessary. If it is found that there is a shortage of people, the salary will be withheld." 47 even made himself a cup of instant coffee while talking, completely blending into the environment.

He's an expert at it all, and as a master of disguise, he can pretend to be anyone.

Dancer, pianist, drummer, painter, bartender, yoga instructor, cook...he can do everything, except he can't cut hair.

"Hey, give me a drink too. But it's okay, the boss is very generous, and won't deduct our wages for such a trivial matter. You just came here not long ago. In fact, the company's regulations are copied from other security companies. , there is no need to be so cautious..."

The security guard continued to exercise with dumbbells.

"The action is not standard." No. 47 said.

"What?" the security guard asked.

"You pull arm muscles so easily."

"So, you understand it well?"

"I understand a little bit, I worked as a fitness instructor in San Diego."

"Really? Brother, come and teach me, and I'll tell you why my arm is a little uncomfortable these days..."

"Okay, you turn around."

The security guard complied.

No. 47 walked up to him and took out a twisted wire.

The opponent's physique is very strong, he can't take risks, this is the iron rule of 47.

The fiber thread grabbed the security guard's neck violently, he was forced to stick out his tongue to pant, and the tough thin thread almost sank into his flesh.

Instinctively, the security gathered all his strength at the elbow, trying to attack No. 47 to let him go.

No. 47 let go, but the security guard's elbow missed at the same time, and he fell down due to the inertia of his body falling backward.

A knee blow from No. 47 then ended the fight, and the guard fell into a coma.

He didn't intend to kill the security guard, otherwise he would have solved the problem directly with a gun.

The mission this time was not an assassination operation, it was just that the employer offered him a high price to "retrieve" something.

The entire process of intruding into the monitoring room took no more than 3 minutes. No. 47 hurried to the computer, ready to take away the monitoring hard drive.

His movements are skillful and quick. Since the monitoring hard disk is an external solid box, it only takes him a few seconds to remove the hard disk.

Suddenly his body froze, as if time had stopped.

"Put down the hard drive, and give me the package." A slightly green voice sounded from behind No. 47.

No. 47 was expressionless, but there was a faint wave in his heart. His anti-reconnaissance ability has always been top-notch, but he didn't hear the footsteps of the visitor!This surprised him very much!
The cold muffler pressed against the back of No. 47's head, as if urging him.

47 slowly raises his hands in a throw... with his elbows at shoulder level, he throws a hard elbow and strikes back.

But he missed it and hit the wall with his elbow, cracking like spider webs.

As a genetically enhanced clone, No. 47 is not only a master of disguise, but also a master of fighting and firearms. A martial art trained to kill people.

However, the person who attacked No. 47 did not seize the opportunity to shoot, which surprised No. 47 again. When the attack failed, he was ready to be shot, but the opponent only had one shot at most. , and then he will fight back to cull.

In just a few seconds, the two sides exchanged offense and defense more than a dozen times.

Nozomi Arakawa marveled at No. 47's superb fighting skills, and had to use Xianfengji's boxing method to put No. 47 at a disadvantage.

Finally, under Nomo Arakawa's violent high-five, the corner of No. 47's mouth seeped blood, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He couldn't see clearly what Arakawa was doing, and Arakawa's boxing technique was different from anything he had known so far.

"Give up, your mission has failed." Nozomi Arakawa said coldly.

The reason why he didn't shoot immediately was because when he stared at the back of the man's head with his pistol, he noticed the barcode on the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)