Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

At this moment, deep in the alley, looking at the high wall that appeared in front of him, blocking the only way to survive, a trace of despair appeared on Ito Masao's face.

A burst of dense footsteps was heard behind him, and the only surviving guard gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Ito, step on my shoulders and try your best to crawl over."

The situation was already urgent at this time. Ito Masao gritted his teeth and nodded, standing on the guard's shoulders, preparing to climb over the high wall.

As a result, an embarrassing scene occurred. The Japanese are very short. Even if he stood on the guard's shoulders, Ito Masao was still at least 20 centimeters away from grabbing the wall with his right hand.

Moreover, Ito Masao was a dissolute man who indulged in wine and women and ate meat every day. He was obese and fat. Even if he wanted to jump or climb over the wall, it would be a luxury.

"Mr. Ito, please, they are coming soon, find a way to climb up!"

Ito Masao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, gathered all his strength, stood on the guard's shoulders and jumped high, and finally managed to put his right hand on the wall.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Northwest Intelligence Bureau also rushed over. The dense gunfire instantly shot the guards standing under the wall, leaving them riddled with holes and bleeding all over.

What's even funnier is that a bullet hit the feet of Ito Masao who had just climbed up the wall, scaring him so much that he lost his balance and fell down.

Fortunately, he fell to the other side of the wall. Ito Masao fell on his buttocks from the three-meter-high wall, almost breaking his buttocks in half. He even felt that his pelvis had been completely broken and he could hardly get up.

"He flipped over, so let's flip over and chase him!"

Hearing the noise coming from the other side of the high wall, Ito Masao's desire to survive completely exploded. He barely got up and crawled towards the alley entrance on this side.

Suddenly, a black figure emerged from a fork in the road and kicked Ito Masao in the chest with great force, sending him flying.

Liu Feihu's eyes revealed a hint of mockery: "You damned little Japanese are quite good at running. Why don't you run away? Your grandfather is here. I wonder where you can run to."

Ito Masao looked at Liu Feihu in front of him with horror: "You, who are you, why do you want to assassinate me? As long as you can let me go, I can give you a lot of money and let you live a life of wealth and glory, and enjoy endless enjoyment."

Liu Feihu glanced at Ito Masao with disdain.

"Little devil, you should keep your money and spend it down there. Remember, the ones who are going to kill you are from the Northwest Revolutionary Army!"

Liu Feihu pulled out a machete that was more than 30 centimeters long from behind and chopped it directly on Ito Masao's neck with great force. A huge head flew up and rolled to the ground. Blood gushed out like a fountain. On the head, Ito Masao's frightened expression was still frozen.

On the other side, the soldiers of the Northwest Intelligence Bureau finally climbed over the wall and chased after them.

"I've already killed this little devil. The people from the embassy should be here soon. Let's prepare to retreat."

The leading soldier was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Liu Feihu had been waiting here for a long time. Ito Masao was unable to escape after all.

"Brother Liu did a great job, let's retreat!"

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the mission was successfully completed.

The group walked through the alley and came to the street, where they happened to meet the embassy guards who were rushing over in a hurry.

"Don't retreat in a hurry. Hold them back and create favorable conditions for the commander to attack!"

After a dozen people dispersed in the shelters on the street, they engaged in a fierce firefight with more than 20 embassy guards who arrived.

On the other side, Yan Shuangying, wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses, was alone. He bypassed the Guo troops patrolling the streets outside the embassy and came to the outside of the embassy's wall.

After taking a few steps back, he accelerated suddenly, tapping his feet on the wall several times. Without using the strength of his hands, he easily climbed over the two-meter-high wall.

The whole set of movements looks smooth and natural, worthy of the title of half-man, half-god.

Yan Shuangying entered the embassy and hid behind a huge locust tree in the garden.

Two patrolling Fuso guards happened to pass by here.

Yan Shuangying flew over and neatly cut the throat of one of them with the dagger in his hand. The other man was about to take off the spear on his back, but Yan Shuangying quickly grabbed the man's larynx with his right hand and made a click with a slight force.

The Fuso guard's larynx was crushed by Yan Shuangying. He fell to the ground with a thud, twitched twice, and then there was no movement.

Yan Shuangying looked towards the brightly lit main building, sneered, bent down and ran towards the outer wall of the main building.

At the entrance of the first floor gate, there are two Fuso guards carrying spears.

If you just force your way in, it will likely alert other people in the building.

But Yan Shuangying, who was skilled and courageous, obviously had no such concerns. The dagger in his hand flew out like a sword from a bow and instantly pierced the throat of one of the Fuso guards.

The force was so great that it directly penetrated the opponent's entire neck.

Another Fuso guard nearby was horrified and was about to call for help, but Yan Shuangying did a lazy donkey roll and an extremely agile front flip and appeared in front of this person.

The right palm knife instantly chopped off the man's Adam's apple, killing him instantly!

Yan Shuangying walked into the main building carelessly and headed towards Yamamoto Kenjiro's office on the third floor.

On the way, he killed three more embassy guards, as silently as a ghost, without making any noise.

It was not until Yan Shuangying kicked open the door of Yamamoto Kenjiro's office that Yamamoto Kenjiro, holding a kimono-wearing Japanese geisha in his arms, looked at Yan Shuangying who suddenly appeared in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Unlike Ito Masao who speaks fluent Chinese, although Yamamoto Kenjiro can speak Chinese, his tone is full of the flavor of a Japanese colonel as soon as he opens his mouth.

"The person who wants your life!"

Kenjiro Yamamoto was furious and started calling the guards loudly.

But what he didn't know was that, except for the people who were sent out to support Ito Masao, all the other guards who remained in the embassy were taken care of by Yan Shuangying alone.

"Baga! You damned Chinaman! I'm going to kill you."

Kenjiro Yamamoto pushed the woman in his arms away, took out a Snake brand raspberry from the drawer, and pointed it at Yan Shuangying in front of him.

Yan Shuangying looked at Yamamoto Kenjiro calmly.

"I hate it most when someone points a gun at me. Anyone who points a gun at me has gone to hell. I bet there's no bullet in your gun."

A confident smile appeared at the corner of Yan Shuangying's mouth, and at that moment, Yamamoto Kenjiro himself was a little dazed.

Is it true that there are no bullets in my gun?

After hesitating for two breaths, Yamamoto Kenjiro shook his head, aimed at Yan Shuangying and prepared to pull the trigger.

This damn Chinese guy is bluffing me!

Just as he hesitated, Yan Shuangying leaped over the desk in front of him and kicked Yamamoto Kenjiro on the right hand.

The pistol in Kenjiro Yamamoto's hand slipped out and fell to the ground.

Yamamoto Kenjiro reacted very quickly as well, and was immediately ready to stand up and draw the samurai sword on the table. Unfortunately, just as he made the move, a cold light flashed, and the dagger in Yan Shuangying's hand had already cut his throat.

Kenjiro Yamamoto covered the wound on his neck and looked at Yan Shuangying with an expression of disbelief. The corners of his mouth kept moving, but he couldn't utter a word.

The Fuso geisha standing by widened her eyes and looked at Yan Shuangying with horror, and was about to scream.

The dagger in Yan Shuangying's hand flew out and pierced the heart of the Fuso geisha in an instant.