Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

"boom----!!"

The gunshots were not ear-splitting, and they were not noisy under the pitch-black sky, but what contrasted with them was the scream of a second-rate killer in a third-rate European and American horror movie.

From the tragic screams one after another to the danger signals coming from unknown sources, all the people at the Dajing Container Terminal fell into an extremely excessive state of tension.

Tokyo time, 7:32 pm, Oi Container Terminal.

A member of the Fierce Demons named Ren Miyamoto wrapped his hands around the pitch-black gun body and leaned against the cold iron of the container. His rapid breathing was suppressed to the best of his ability. The hot air blowing out of his mouth returned from his collar, creating an uncomfortable patch on his neck. Got wet and cold.

Ren Miyamoto, twenty-four years old, is the new elite of the Fierce Ghosts and an important person on the scene.

The most important part of this character introduction is the word "new" in front of the elite, because until half an hour ago, the man had been a peripheral member of the Fierce Ghosts. He had a poor bloodline and no extra talent to contribute to the organization. He has made a contribution and joined the Fierce Ghosts for only a year, but has not been reused. The task he was given today is also to guard the periphery of the trading site.

Although the warning mission itself is very important, Ren Miyamoto himself is not important because he only exists like a transmitter. He uses a fixed-frequency transmitter to send secret signals to the terminal at regular intervals to let the trading center The important figures of the fierce ghosts confirmed that the perimeter had not been breached by the enemy.

Even if he himself fails to intercept or deliver the news of the enemy attack in time, as long as the signal message is sent, the people inside will know that someone has invaded the trading site, and will withdraw their formation or consider evacuating.

He's such a cheap position.

So back to the topic, how could Ren Miyamoto be promoted to an important person on site?

The answer is quite simple and pure.

"Number 33. What is the situation in the Southwest District now? All seventeen security guards except you have lost contact. Please report the situation immediately."

The answer is because everyone present except him was accidentally killed by Tutu.

What came from the headset was a woman's steady voice. Her voice was as gentle as an orchid, as if she could imagine that woman with a slim figure and bright eyes in front of her. She had a leisurely smile, a black suit and skirt, and a high bun, as if Nothing will exceed her expectations.

Ren Miyamoto had seen that woman's appearance. She was coquettish and beautiful, as dazzling as the flowers blooming on the roadside in Budapest, which made the men who approached her approach her like crazy.

The woman's name is Sakurai Kogure, but most people don't care about this because her other identity is more intimidating.

——The Fierce Ghosts [Dragon Horse]

If it were normal times, Ren Miyamoto would definitely be talking to him in person for Lord Ryoma, and he would be excited about her soft and soft voice, but at this moment, the fear in his heart could not be calmed down.

"It's her, she's here." Miyamoto didn't dare to speak loudly. He leaned in almost with the strength to merge with the iron sheet behind him, his eyes fixed on the direction of the white chandelier light above the port, and the muscles around his eyes. Shivering constantly, cold sweat flowed from his back down his spine.

"she?"

There was a confused voice on the other end of the phone, but there was silence for a while.

The usage of "she" and "him" in Japanese are different, and in Sakurai Kogure's mind, she seems to have the answer to the woman who can make the trained members of the Demons so fearful.

The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became rapid, but then calmed down quickly, followed by Sakurai Kogure's comforting voice.

"Number 33, listen carefully, now you leave the place first, never stay, try to move the position, confirm the other party's————"

clatter.

Sakurai Xiaomu didn't finish her words, but she heard a sudden sound.

Those were footsteps.

Ren Miyamoto didn't know whether it was because of fear or nervousness. At this moment, she didn't say a word except for heavy breathing. Before coming, Sakurai Xiaomu cleared the port of workers. It should be extremely quiet here at this moment, so the voice on the other end of the headset The sound of approaching footsteps will be unusually obvious.

In the deathly silent port, Ren Miyamoto's heart beat violently, covering up the sound of the water hitting the black reef but unable to ignore the sound of shoes touching the ground around the corner.

"She is coming"

As if moaning from exhaustion after being strangled, Ren Miyamoto quickly raised his pistol.

The Colt M1911 pistol was the main pistol of the U.S. Army and Marine Corps during World War I and II. Even after being replaced by new pistols, it still has high popularity among special forces and American civilians, and is active in self-defense, Entertainment, sports shooting and other projects.

Relatively speaking, there are many channels, and they are often equipped among the low-level personnel of the fierce ghosts.

To be honest, Ren Miyamoto doesn't know that much, and he doesn't know the glorious history of the weapons in his hands. He just instinctively feels that if he doesn't have such a lethal firearm in his hands, then he will definitely be caught and killed by the demon outside. die.

That crimson devil.

Hold the gun with both hands, place your feet roughly equal to the distance between your shoulders, raise your arms and stretch them forward, keeping your arms parallel to your shoulders. The location he chose now was very good. At the gap between the two containers, there was only a corner-shaped opening in front of him. Whoever came over would appear in front of him.

It only takes half a second. As long as he can catch the opponent for half a second, he can shoot the fatal bullet into the opponent's brain first!

Ta-ta-ta-ta-pound!

The slow pace suddenly disappeared. It must have been a sharp kick to increase the speed. The momentum was so loud that it seemed like he was about to rush out of the corner in the next second!

But at this moment, Ren Miyamoto suddenly experienced a surge of adrenaline, and the hairs on his hair stood on end. An inexplicable tremor enveloped his heart, driving him to look away from the corner and look above his head.

At that moment, it was like a hospital with a power outage in a horror movie, with the flashing lights, the anxious and frightened nurse on duty at the elevator door, the seemingly invisible figure looking back, and...

The moment I turned my head, I saw a ghost on my face!

"Hey, hey, hey, don't see the expression on someone's face as if a pigeon ate Tanegashima~"

The girl's complaint came, as if the clear water falling from a low place collided with the surface of the pool, and the gurgling sound was revealed at the moment before merging. It was a beautiful sound that made people relax involuntarily, but for Ren Miyamoto But it is no different than the whisper of death.

The girl's orange hair and dark black coat were pushed back by the wind, her knees were slightly bent, she held a short knife in one hand and lightly held the butt of the gun in the other hand, and she flew down from the sky.

She jumped directly over the container?

Ren Miyamoto raised his head in a daze. The incandescent lights on the dock were as dazzling as the operating table in the intensive care unit, and the girl flying down from high altitude was like an unscrupulous doctor holding a scalpel and about to give him five anesthesia and disembowell him!

The difference is that the doctor wears a white coat and a mask, while she wears a black coat and uses a machete!

He quickly raised his hand and fired, completely ignoring the recoil.

Panic gunshots continued, sparks flew, bullets passed through the rifle, and the 0.45ACP bullet burst out with an initial velocity of 246m/second, piercing the air and flying towards the girl's torso.

The knife in the red-haired girl's hand was not a decoration. She obviously couldn't use her strength in the air, but her outrageous core strength allowed her to draw the knife freely and swing it out. The blade was half exposed almost at the moment before the opponent pulled the trigger. The crescent moon left white marks, and the bullet's flight path was completely destroyed or avoided.

The moment the bullet and the blade touched, they were torn apart by their own speed, split into two parts and flew to an unknown place, while the girl landed as gently as a cat!

"Ahhhhhhhh-"

Miyamoto Ren almost shouted out of control. At this moment, he had truly become an elite warrior of the fierce ghosts!

Because several real elites who had fallen before were called like this when they were approached.

The sharp bullets traveling at high speed made a deafening sound, leaving scratches or ugly grooves on the metal outer layer of the container, and digging shallow holes in the gravel-covered ground, but they were unable to capture the girl.

Her red hair was swaying in the wind, and her orange pupils were slightly vacant as if they were not focused. Her body sank and her waist was pushed forward and she kept moving sideways. She turned sideways to Ren Miyamoto, took out a pistol from the other side of her body and put it close to her chest. Holding the gun, the other hand holds the handle of the knife.

At this distance, neither side needs to aim, and it is impossible to miss. But the bullets fired by Ren Miyamoto just couldn't hit, and they would be cut in mid-air, not to mention that the red-haired monster had already landed.

The monster walked very slowly, almost as if it was taking a walk, and it deflected the bullets flying towards it. It moved sideways or sideways and lowered its head, and walked to Miyamoto Ren with ease.

It was only when I got closer to Ren Miyamoto that I discovered

"Isn't this a dagger?"

"sodayo"

The knife, which was almost the same as a fruit knife, turned into an invisible wind blade and cut open the front tube of the M1911. Miyamoto Renhua was stunned and froze on the spot like a goose.

"It's very sharp. I usually cut fruits in half with one knife. I call it the "mandarin cutter"~"

The girl walked over casually, her face wide open with the city gate wide open, her face extremely relaxed.

"How is this possible? How can this kind of knife cut through honey... cut through bullets!"

"Poke it, it's specially made by the Sheqi Eight Family."

This conversation became Miyamoto Ren’s swan song on the public channel, and it was followed by the muffled sound of shooting after the pistol belt was silenced.

"Oh, it's dangerous~" The girl grabbed the collar of the man's fallen body, slowly let go and let the back of his head land slowly on the ground, while taking the headset.

"Moses Moses~This is Fujimaru Ritsuka desu~"

Like a naughty girl swiping her fingertips on the foggy glass bathroom window, her fingertips are cold, but her body is warm and reassuring, making people sink in. Sakurai Kogure on the other end of the microphone paused slightly and then her tone dropped. .

"Fujimaru-san, is that right? Do the eight Sheqi families even grasp the content of this transaction?" Sakurai Kogure no longer elegant, her tone was as depressed as a violent storm was roaring in the dark clouds.

Of course, this is just a disguise.

[First pretend to be gaffe and try to have a conversation - Obtain information through clichés - Transfer personnel and try to escape] This is what Sakurai Kogure was thinking at this moment. On the side of the port where Fujimaru Ritsuka could not see, Sakurai Kogure checked the still-operating monitoring device.

She is a dragon and horse among the fierce ghosts, and she will never despair!

The dim yellow light fell downwards, and the stunning woman looked down at the entire map, confirming the layout of the entire dock, deploying the remaining combatants, and the storm of thoughts swept every corner of her brain.

(The east inland direction is estimated to have been completely blocked by our family, while the southwest and northwest corners of the sea route are basically completely destroyed, and other places are also damaged. According to the situation, it is basically a frontal defeat.)

That red devil?

Sakurai Xiaomu glanced at it and came to a conclusion easily.

——Okay, it’s over.

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