After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

Drive along the coastline through a steep section of the road.

Sanada House is located in the middle of the high slope. It is a retro courtyard with a large area. The surrounding area is sparsely populated but it is not completely impossible to find. There is also a building that looks like a shrine next to it, and there is an archery dojo inside.

When passing by, I heard the sound of the arrow piercing through the air, as if I could see the picture of the arrow piercing through the bull's-eye.

The surrounding vegetation grows naturally, such an unadorned environment has a sense of Zen, and the rustling of insects in the grass is very pleasant.

"Since you're back, let's stay here."

The car stopped at the gate and did not drive in, the old man next to him said in a deep voice.

The real person whose real age is slightly younger than the waistcoat, but heard that he is more suitable to be his grandfather's cheap father, probably because he couldn't understand his inattentive behavior just now, and wanted to ask him what it's like to live in a hotel, so he put on airs when he exited.

"…Yes."

Masato had reason to suspect that Sanada Genemon had received the information that he was coming to Yokohama, and deliberately led someone on a tour to meet him by chance.

Just now, due to the different jurisdictions, he handed over the work of checking and monitoring to the accompanying subordinates, but the old man suddenly said that he had something to go home. After all, it was the other party's son, so he could only take the initiative to serve as the driver to send him back.

Liu Lien-er and Genichiro Sanada stayed behind, and there was not a word in the carriage of the two of them on the road.

I remember that Genemon Sanada was already 45 when the third son was born unexpectedly, and there was a big age difference between him and his father.

Not only is there a generation gap, such a rigid, serious and meticulous personality is also the type that real people are not good at dealing with——

I don't know what to say at all!

Parking the car in the open space of the garage, the real person was so nervous that he almost forgot to exit the driving mode, and got out of the car without putting the handbrake in neutral.

The Sanada family is like a wealthy family on TV, with ancestral halls and genealogy to divide the main family and collateral lines.The furnishings are simple but not perfunctory, and most of them are made of wood. Walking in the retro-decorated courtyard and listening to the singing of bamboo water birds, there is an illusion as if you have traveled back in time.

Japanese gardens often choose to use sand and rocks to express the artistic conception, gravel or pebbles to pave the road, and depict winding lines.

Following behind Genemon Sanada, Masato walked through the dotted gate crowns, yoke trees, and light barrier trees all the way to the main room, where a woman in kimono was waiting with a decent smile on her face.

After the two walked in, they bowed slightly to the old man: "Father."

Then Complex looked at the blue-haired young man: "Jiu Jian... I have grown up."

On the way here, I carefully read the profiles of the important members of the Sanada family. Masato knew that this was the wife of the eldest brother Sanada Shunsuke. He told others that my sister-in-law was called brother, but if she just called her, she would usually call her sister.

The facial paralysis program has long been cancelled, and the real person smiled embarrassedly: "Sister Zaoji, you are still as young as before."

Sanada Saki's eyes were sore, and he reached out to stroke the young man's hair distressedly.

The latter resisted the instinct to retreat, leaned over and sent his head over.

In addition to Sanada Genichiro, she and Sanada Shunsuke also have a son who is almost the same age as Sanada Hatomi and only a few months younger than him. During the time when Sanada Hatomi lived in the old house, he should have acted like a mother.

"Cough um."

Hearing his father's reminder, the woman smiled gently and took the young man inside, "I clean Jiujian's room every week, and the bedding is also new, so I won't get used to it."

The location of Sanada xx's room is very good, and the shoji door is opened to face the courtyard scenery.

The real person feels that this picture is somewhat familiar.

Sanada saw him staring at the stone jar in the courtyard in the early days, and said reminiscingly: "The water lily you raised later bloomed. The petals are white and powdery. It is a fragrant water lily."

"……yes."

The real man unconsciously pursed his lips and smiled.

—

Sanada Saki is so gentle, exuding the brilliance of motherhood all over her body. Listening to her telling interesting things that happened in her life in recent years, the real person suddenly feels that her fear of women has been cured.

When the time came to night, people who were busy going out came home one after another.

In fact, there are not many people in the Sanada family, and they are particularly masculine.

In addition to the illegitimate son Hatomi Sanada, Genemon Sanada and his first wife also had two sons. Unfortunately, the second son Takuya Sanada died eight years ago and was only in his thirties when he died.

There is a posthumous son Sanada Sasuke, whose biological mother also died unexpectedly not long after, and was supposed to be adopted under the name of Sanada Hatomi.

Reality: "..."

Almost painless to be a father.

But soon because of the incident of being "expelled from the police academy" due to being selected for the public security, he cut off contact with the family since then, and this matter can only be let go.

The candidate for painless fatherhood fell to the elder nephew who was the same age and had not been in college for a long time.

Eldest nephew Kento Sanada works at the Kanagawa Police Department. He was married two years ago, and his wife is pregnant and lives elsewhere to raise a baby. His 26-year-old child is already in primary school and will soon welcome his second child. He is a real winner in life. .

He learned that Hato Sanada had gone home and asked for leave to return to the old house.

The dining table is very quiet, and the sound of no one talking and eating can hardly be heard.

Masato, who was sitting on Genemonemon's left, felt that he was out of place in the color of his hair. Even Sanada Sasuke, who was almost his son, had black hair.

After the meal, Genemon Sanada asked suddenly.

"Is the pollock to your liking?"

The real person nodded for a moment, and realized that it should be Hatomi or Sanada's favorite. Pollock is commonly known as pollack, and he was the only one who had the mentaiko dish just now.

The awkward and warm atmosphere is hard to dislike.

—

—

They didn't deliberately organize any activities, and after a brief meeting, they went back to their houses, as if it was normal.

The real person witnessed his second nephew Zenichiro Sanada coming into the Zen room covered in sweat after finishing his tennis swing training, and sitting cross-legged on a futon to practice tranquility.

The side face is sharp and resolute and tenacious, and he lives like a 30-year-old uncle who is strict with self-discipline and ascetic.

After returning to his room in amazement, the real person took a shower casually, picked out a black suit with better concealment from the clothes that Zao Ji had prepared for himself, and changed into it, and then re-equipped the upper body with weapons.

Then he fell into the trouble of whether to go through the main door or climb over the wall.

Most of the Sanada family should know what he is doing, so there is no need to hide it; but in terms of work, he should be pretending to be "Makoto Ito" now.

Dedicated real people choose to go over the wall.

According to the building of Sanada house shown on the small map, he chose the shortest straight line down the mountain, and the corner near the archery dojo shrine next to it.

However, there are gray dots sitting on the courtyard veranda that must be passed, as if they are waiting for him.

Daoist thought about it and chose to go this way, but was stopped without accident.

"Play chess with me when you come back."

Seeing the neatly arranged shogi in front of Genemon, Masato, who knew nothing about the rules, persuaded: "...you should go to bed early."

In the end, the real person promised that he would make up for it tomorrow morning, and the old man still let it go unhappily.

The real person digs out the Sanada house vigorously, and when passing the dojo, he hears strings coming from inside, and a gray dot can be seen in a limited range, and it is not clear why he should avoid the detour and go down the hill.

It's about nine o'clock in the evening. Before dinner, Toru Amuro contacted him after inspecting the trading place, and then he will contact the second line.

They had already discussed how to disrupt the deal between the Black Organization and this human trafficking gang before. It was the two of them who performed the mission together, which made it easier to move and strive to obtain enough information. It would be best if they could secretly assist the police to get rid of it directly.

The trading place was chosen to be a narrow alley between abandoned buildings that were badly damaged after a firefight somewhere.

The real person came to the place where Toru Amuro sent him the location. It was located on the top floor of the small building opposite the trading place where all the residents had moved out. From here, he could clearly observe who was passing by below.

A total of four suitcases were lying on the ground, and by the window with the glass completely peeled off, a young man with light hair and conspicuous hair was wearing a hat and observing through the night vision goggles.

"Is it necessary to mention so much? I have to take it back."

The real person went to carry the box, but found that it was so light that nothing was clearly packed.

Toru Amuro didn't turn around to explain: "It's used as a chair."

It was about eleven o'clock, the house was full of dust and furniture, and there was really no place to rest. The real person piled up two high-quality boxes and sat down.

After waiting for about half an hour, "Here we come."

Amuro Toubi made an action gesture, and then set up the sniper gun that had been assembled.

—

Creating a second line relies on people with supernatural powers to pretend to cooperate, and to be exposed as an illusion of revenge. This is their final countermeasure.

For this reason, as long as you fight against the people who come to trade, whatever the one who survives in the end is true.

The plan went smoothly. Although there were seven members of the trafficking gang who came to trade, including a person with supernatural powers, none of them escaped the ambush that had been set.

People with supernatural powers are full of uncertainties. After Amuro's thorough investigation reveals their identities, it is equivalent to being on the death list and being dealt with by the earliest sniper.

Blood spattered on the spot, and the remaining few people immediately understood what they had encountered and drew their guns to resist.

Hand over the sniping to Toru Amuro. The real person will do this because he is better at fighting. After confirming that there are enough traces of the fight, one long-range and one close-up cooperate tacitly, and the battle is quickly ended. Soon there is only one joint that has been removed. Still lingering.

Their guns were equipped with suppressors, but their opponents did not.

The battle here will soon attract something.

Without this key, Daoist is not good at torture, but seeing that this person has a higher status and knows more, so he was left behind, stabbed a few times perfunctorily to let the blood out, and then pressed his throat to ask questions, and waited for Amuro to see through to discern whether his words were true or false.

Suddenly, he saw the specially marked spot of light breaking into the range of the small map of the light screen, and looking for the gunshots to keep approaching, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

I don't know if the real person's eyes twitched. He caught a glimpse of a red dot flashing in the upper left corner of the light screen. After looking carefully, he found that it was not an illusion. He frowned and sent a message to ask the system what it was.

The system is busy and there is no reply for a while.

This is a dead-end alley, and the sobbing living person on the ground is hard to take or hide, and the special gray spot over there has come to the entrance of the alley.

Masato sighed, and could only hope that Toru Amuro remembered to knock him unconscious before he came in.

Almost in the next second, someone landed in front of him from the sky.

The real person's stature was slightly stagnant, and his pupils shrank to fight immediately.

Although the man's moves were jerky, they were frighteningly powerful. The fight never lasted more than six seconds, and he easily rescued the person who was still alive on the ground, and then put the knife on his neck.

In the dark night, Zhenren was finally able to see the other person's face clearly, and that person was the same——

"—Mr. Ito?"

"..."

The real person remembered what the flashing red dot next to the small map on the light screen was. The system explained that it was the reminder of the original character Kilometer that had never been triggered before, and An Yi had forgotten it for too long.

He forced a smile and said, "Yi Gu Jun, what a coincidence."

There were corpses lying all over the ground, and they were even stacked together due to the small space.

The smell of blood in the air was so thick that it was hard to breathe. The rescued person was pulling at his clothes like holding a life-saving straw. It was hard to imagine what he was doing with the knife when he first arrived. Yi Guyou too forgot to put it down hand.

Her lips trembled eagerly to verify: "These... are all made by Mr. Ito?"

"why--"

"Aren't you...the police?"

"..."

The real person ignored the sharp blade resting on his neck, and stood there with a blank expression on his face, looking so stable that a group of people were actually poking mails frantically.

【system! ! 】

[Help! ! 】

[Parallel lines are invalid again! ! 】

The system responded very slowly today, and it took a long time for a series of ellipsis to appear.

【…】

[Not yet written. 】

The real person was taken aback, [Huh? 】

[The new version has not been written yet. 】