Start from the old nine gates

Chapter 52 Killing 1
A car drives slowly on the street.

Nishino sat behind the driver's seat, his eyes flickering with sternness from time to time.

In today's Shanghai, Cheng Daqi is the first one who dares to talk to himself with such an attitude.

"Major General Nishino, that Cheng Daqi dared to threaten you just now in the theater, should you let that Feng Xiaolin vent your anger for you?"

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Harada Hiroki said with an angry face.

"It's not necessary yet." Nishino waved his hand and said calmly: "Now we still need that Feng Xiaolin to collect materials for our Great Japanese Empire,"

"As for becoming a great weapon, there is still time to clean it up." Nishino said indifferently with cold eyes.

Obviously, Cheng Daqi has been hated by Nishino.

squeak.
At this moment, with a sudden sound of braking, everyone in the car suddenly leaned forward.

"What happened."

Nishino raised his head, and through the front window, he saw a tightly wrapped, black figure standing quietly in front of the car.

"Harada Hiroki, go out and see what's going on."

"Hi, Mr. Nishino."

Harada Hiroki got out of the car, came to the other party, and cursed directly: "Bageya Road, who made you stand here?"

As he said that, he slapped him hard, wanting to teach the pretender in front of him a lesson.

But the black figure didn't respond as if he hadn't seen it.

Until Harada Hiroki waved his palm vigorously, carrying the howling wind, and was about to touch the black mask of the night crow.

The night crow soldier seemed to respond, a pair of palms tightly held the opponent's waving right hand.

It was cold and there was no trace of temperature. At that moment, Nishino seemed to feel that the other party was not human.

But in the end, there was incomparable anger. How dare a Chinese in strange clothes, how dare he resist.

"you wanna die"

Shouting in his mouth, he took out a pistol in his left hand and fired several times.

bang, bang, bang
The gunshot exploded, and the people who had been quietly watching and watching were suddenly frightened out of their wits and scattered in all directions.

I can't wait to grow two pairs of legs, for fear of implicating myself.

In just one minute, the entire street instantly became empty.

"how can that be?"

Harada Hiroki looked in front of him in disbelief, motionless, without a trace of reaction, as if the person who shot was not the other party.

Yes, not a person, feeling the cold palm holding his right hand.

Especially Hiroki Harada saw the rotting flesh and the surge of bugs from the gap between the gloves and cuffs.

At that moment, Harada Hiroki was so frightened that his hair stood up.

Nishino, who was sitting in the car, watched Hiroki Harada walking down the street, and then fired a few shots with a bang bang, and then froze there.

I couldn't help being a little disappointed in my heart, killing a Chinese is so ink-stained, I really lost face to the soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army.

"It seems that next time, we need to change another subordinate." It was when Nishino gave Harada Hiroki the death penalty.

Seeing that black figure with red eyes flashing, his left hand suddenly grabbed Harada Hiroki's throat, pulling, lifting, and shaking.

Harada Hiroki, who weighed over a hundred kilograms, slammed into the car in front of him like a cannonball.

With a loud bang, the car shook violently, and the front window shattered.

Startled, Nishino, who came back to his senses, couldn't help thinking too much, and subconsciously yelled at the driver in front, "Reverse the car quickly."

"Oh."

The driver woke up suddenly, shifted into reverse gear, stepped on the gas pedal, and several actions were completed in an instant.

Very proficient, it looks like an old driver.

Looking at the backing car, Nishino couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, subconsciously raised his head to look forward, his pupils shrank.

I saw a black figure galloping towards him at an extremely fast speed.

When the car was still five or six meters away, the driver in front could clearly see the scarlet glow of the other party.

Then that black figure leaped violently, carrying tremendous power, terrifying power and speed, and even made bursts of explosions in the air.

It landed steadily on the front of the car. Like a toy, the car rolled forward in the air. After turning twice, the roof of the car fell down and landed heavily on the ground.

Following the figure in black, he left without turning his head.

No need to look, Nishino is definitely dead.

"Master Huajin."

The old man who was sitting in a corner watching the whole battle murmured in a low voice.

This kind of power, the old man has seen it once before, only the legendary Master of Huajin can achieve this level.

It's just a little strange, I just don't know why the other party wrapped himself up tightly.

It stands to reason that people like this generally disdain to hide their identities.

The old man never thought that the other party was not alone.

This battle looks long, but in fact it only takes a few minutes.

After a while, the soldiers from the patrol room arrived late.

A soldier glanced around, and soon found the old man hiding in the corner, walked towards him, and asked, "Did you see the face of the man in black clearly?"

"No."

The old man responded with a look of fear, lowering his head.

Don't say that you really don't know, even if you see it, you still don't know.

The old man quietly took a look at the corpse pulled out of the car just now, seeing that the dead person was a Japanese, he was extremely happy in his heart.

As a Chinese, I wish I could smash his bones to ashes and eat his flesh raw, so how could he be willing to tell the other party any useful information.

However, the old man was not the only one who saw the scene at that time, and those soldiers still quickly got some information from some people.

Not long after, the patrolling soldiers left one after another.

Patrol room, third floor.

The bright sunlight brightens up the room
"You don't need to continue to investigate this matter."

Inspector Cheng Ziqing listened to his subordinate's report, and waved his subordinates to retreat.

"Master Huajin."

This is what Cheng Ziqing quickly came to mind after listening to it.

Especially during the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, the three masters slaughtered nearly [-] foreign soldiers by themselves, and that was the first time that the world saw the horror of the masters.

"If you want to kill a grandmaster, you must have an organized army."

I don’t know where this rumor came from, but it has been recognized by most foreigners.

"I don't know which master this is."

Even in the huge country of China, the number of masters is limited.

In particular, a large part has been recruited by various forces.

It's like nuclear weapons, you can use them, but you can't.

After all, if a grandmaster really wants to kill someone, unless the other party also has a grandmaster, that person will be sentenced to death directly.

In Shanghai, which was already in troubled times, a grandmaster suddenly appeared, making the originally complicated situation even more confusing.

"However, it is estimated that some people will not be able to eat well in the near future."

Cheng Ziqing suddenly thought with a smile.

(End of this chapter)