Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

The news from the English bell tower attendants was indifferent.High above, the meaning of the threat is self-evident.

The telegram was very short, without a seal, but it had a cursive signature that many people with supernatural powers were familiar with.

"Agatha Christie"

Clutching the telegram tightly, Ango Sakaguchi had an ugly expression.

If they take the normal route, it will take more than ten hours to sail between Britain and Japan.

But obviously, they didn't consider the normal route,? They chose to use the supernatural power directly.

"Ridiculous, are they crazy?"

For an hour, you may be facing the extremely powerful Shibusawa Ryuhiko who caused the deaths of countless supernatural beings in the dragon head struggle...

No,? Looking at the speed at which the mist spreads, Ango Sakaguchi is very convinced that Ryuhiko Shibusawa at this moment should be much stronger than him at that time.

Having no time to think about the possibility of the clock tower attendants collectively convulsing, Ango Sakaguchi turned on the communicator again, trying to contact through other channels.

However, except for the point of the armed detective agency that is still working, there is no feedback on other points.

As the time passed by, the speed of the thick fog spreading continued unabated, and Ango Sakaguchi became more and more disturbed.

After being respectfully invited away for lunch by the members of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, Peng Gelie and the others realized the change in the atmosphere when they returned to the office after reluctantly filling their stomachs.

"Is there any problem?" Tsunayoshi Sawada stepped forward to negotiate, but because the problem involved two countries, Ango Sakaguchi pushed his eyes.

"Ah,? Is this it?" A familiar voice from Ango Sakaguchi sounded in the office.

It was none other than his old friend Oda Sakunosuke who spoke.

Ango Sakaguchi turned his head and saw Sakunosuke Oda pulling out a piece of paper from a thick stack of documents, "Urgent news, you usually don't put it on the top,? Hmm. You still have the habit of categorizing, this is a It's a good habit."

So, the person who knows you best may be your enemy, or...

Is your friend for many years, and he has always dreamed of becoming a writer.

"Odasaku!" Sakaguchi Ango rubbed his temples, but he knew that stopping it now was just trying to cover up.

"Well, the attendants of the clock tower did question us, but we will also get in touch with Yokohama as soon as possible, and we have obtained the latest progress."

The strong in this world have privileges. Facing the anxious eyes from everyone in Pengo Lie, Ango Sakaguchi could only speak in an official tone.

"Gang." Li Baoen said suddenly, with a rare seriousness in his voice.

"Yes?" Hearing the teacher's voice, Tsunayoshi Sawada's fluctuating mood stabilized, "Mr. Ribon."

"On behalf of Pengo Lie, negotiate with the attendants of the British clock tower." Li Baoen took out his mobile phone, and an international number was clearly displayed on it.

"Me?" Tsunayoshi Sawada panicked for a moment, his small animal-like eyes flickered, but thinking that Xiaoyou was still in that dangerous fog, Tsunayoshi Sawada got into his fist.

"Yes, teacher." Tsunayoshi Sawada picked up the phone, but instead of dialing, he asked sincerely, "So, what can I say?"

"Oh. You need to think about it yourself." Li Baoen put one hand in his pocket, and pressed the brim of his top hat with the other hand, showing a gesture of letting go.

Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly frowns, although Bao En will not really give up completely in the guidance, but...

How to do such a thing?

He had no such experience.

"I'll do it." Unexpectedly but reasonable, the one who recommended himself was Hayato Guji.

Although Hayato has a short temper, he grew up in Italy and his grades are not bad.In the future battle, he also grew a lot, and this time is the time to test his academic results.

After thinking about it, several people got together and prepared to send a letter of protest to the clock tower attendants, and then the representative Tsunayoshi Sawada would read it out.

"But I don't understand English." Sawada Tsunayoshi continued.

"It's okay, let them find a translator who understands Japanese." Hayato patted his chest and said carelessly, "That's how my father used to hold banquets."

"Wait." Seeing that several junior high school students had gathered together and were about to start, Ango Sakaguchi hurried forward, intending to stop them.

"Mr. Reborn, your decision is too hasty." Ango Sakaguchi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It's fine if middle school students don't understand, Li Bao En Mingming is also a top killer who has been famous for a long time, how can he be confused about this kind of thing.

If the Italian Mafia protested to the British because the British clock tower servants planned to attack Yokohama, Japan.

Regardless of whether this matter is resolved or not, Japan's diplomacy will become a laughing stock internationally.

"Is this what you're thinking about now?" Li Baoen spread his hands with a smile, "Shouldn't you think about how to solve the Yokohama problem faster? I think the thick fog seems to be crossing the Yokohama Bridge."

The Yokohama Bridge connects Yokohama and Kanagawa. The end of August is the tourist season full of tourists. If something really happens to Kanagawa...

Thinking of this, and looking at the few teenagers who had already recorded something on the white paper stroke by stroke, Ango Sakaguchi finally couldn't sit still, and hurriedly got up to contact his superiors.

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And at the core of everyone's attention, the top layer of the skeleton.

Looking at the figures of the Cerberos who were trying to escape, Nanchuan Yu couldn't help showing a gloating smile.

"Ah, you are Cerberos, right?" Nanchuan Yu put his hands in his pockets, his weight fell on his right leg, and his left foot was buckled on the ground. If you wear a pair of sunglasses and hold a cigarette, it will be safe for the younger brother to put it away. The temperament of the protection fee.

Cerbero's expression was even more terrified than before, "You! God judge, how is this possible?"

"Why, you're afraid." Nan Chuanyou tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth, "By the way, you don't know yet, Fox's help is finished."

"This is impossible."

"Hey, then why don't you feel it." Nan Chuanyou has long been unhappy with the Cerberos, from meddling in Pengo Lie's ring battle before to meddling in the future development of A Gang and Bai Lan, and if it is not his own The ability happens to be Honmaru who is in space and time. Ten years later, Tsunayoshi Sawada probably doesn't know whether he will never go back.

At that time, even if Ah Gang defeated Bai Lan and returned smoothly, for his companion ten years later, that would be a regret that could never be made up.

Even though the Cerberos in front of him might not be the ones who really did the fighting, but looking at their identical dress and style, Nan Chuanyou admitted that he was narrow-minded and just venting his anger.

Not to mention, they are still the remnants of the government of time.

There are so many controlled god judges, so many men with swords and swords who were born because of them, and were repeatedly forged to wear down their consciousness... Sure enough, it would be better to wipe them out.

"Give it to me!"

With a wave of his hand, the sword man behind Nanchuan Yu held the body knife and rushed towards Cherbero neatly.

Although the Cerberos sent by Foxnosuke are not similar to the guardians around Foxnosuke, they have blood volume, but after getting rid of the 6V6 fixed team formation, the men with swords fight more and less The advantages are becoming more and more obvious.

In the previous battle with Foxnosuke, Nanchuan Yu was far away, but now it is completely different.

The men with swords attacked Cerbero. Although their moves were different, the types of swords were different, and the schools of inheritance were also different, their tacit understanding was amazing, and every move seemed to be honed through thousands of years.

Fukuzawa Yukichi originally frowned, his attention was entirely on the knives on the waists of the swordsmen.As a top swordsman, Fukuzawa Yukichi is also the first time to see so many legendary swords, and use those swords in battle, some are even national treasures...

But after the battle with Cerbero began, Fukuzawa Yukichi's full attention stayed on those who fought with swords.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is a top swordsman, his swordsmanship is sharp and fierce, and his moves are all for the purpose of taking people's names, which is why he resolutely chose to leave.

A sword is a weapon of war.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's swordsmanship was forged on the battlefield.

But the people in front of them who looked very young but had very mature sword skills were different.

Some are flamboyant and some are fast. When they are mixed together, they don’t look chaotic. Instead, they look like a large-scale song and dance with ingenious coordination and skillful rehearsal.

"They are..." Fukuzawa Yukichi walked into Nanchuan Yu, and asked the only young man present who might know the information, "Who did you learn from?"

Of course their original owners.

Swords are weapons, and their reputation is closely related to their masters. A famous swordsman does not have an unknown blade, and a famous swordsman will not be an unknown person.

Nan Chuanyou pursed his lips and smiled, silently replying in his heart, but he didn't answer.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was stunned for a moment, and the whole person fell silent, no more words.

He knew that people who learn martial arts have their own set of rules, and he was obviously rude if he didn't ask about the martial artist's background because he was too curious.

Nanchuan Yu didn't know what the silent Fukuzawa Yukichi was thinking.

At this moment, he watched the last Cerbero disappear and heaved a sigh of relief.

And that damn government of time will never appear again.

While the swordsman was fighting with the Cerberos, the others also met Shibusawa Ryuhiko who was no longer human.

However, he rushed towards Atsushi Nakajima in the blink of an eye, his eyes were terribly bright.

Looking at the familiar scratches, Atsushi Nakajima panicked for a moment.

The memory in his mind slowly came to life, and he remembered the white-haired man in front of him.

"You..." Atsushi Nakajima opened his mouth, but found that he was unable to speak at all under the panic.

"Bang!" The huge impact made Shibusawa Tatsuhiko take several steps back.

The purple-red power wrapped Zhongyuan Zhongye in it, and the pitch-black windbreaker was windless and automatic. He hovered in mid-air, and his powerful aura spread out, like a ferocious ancient god statue, mysterious and unpredictable.aloof.

"Hey, brat, stand far away." Nakahara Nakaya snorted softly, turned his head to be wary of Shibusawa Ryuhiko who crawled out of the ruins, "Your opponent is me."

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head and stared blankly at Chuya Nakahara.

Well, so strong.

The author has something to say: I am suppressing my magical imagination while writing without a clue...

Should Zhongyuan Zhong make Atsushi Nakajima a disciple?

In this way, one person is one, one stays in Hong Kong/Black, and one goes to Butei