Chapter 475
Looking at the black thorn point, Fu Yansen's heartbeat stopped suddenly. He has been by Fu Zihui's side all year round, so he will naturally know things that many people don't know, for example, he knows the origin of this dark military thorn.
This kind of dark military thorn is not the 56-style military thorn commonly seen in the army. First of all, it is different from ordinary military thorns. The entire blade of this military thorn, including the handle made of black iron, is pitch black. After the surface is polished, It always gives people a breath of death, and the second is the production process of this military stab. Its blade body has undergone special heat treatment, so that the blade itself contains physical toxins that will never retreat.
There are only twelve black military thorns in China, and the original drawing has been destroyed long after it was made. These twelve military assassins were handed over to twelve people, and these twelve people were the most mysterious spy team in China, Longteng Twelve Moon. The reason why Longteng is said to be the most mysterious spy team in China is because this team is not only responsible for the simple work of secret agents, more often they will also act as guards next to the supreme leader, and their status is equivalent to that of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Jinyiwei of the Ouchi.
An indifferent person with black military thorns represents only death.
Now, when the point of the black military thorn had just penetrated the curtain, Fu Yansen could tell what it was at a glance. If a cobra can make him feel scared, then this military thorn made him forget even fear. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: Long Teng's man has finally been found!
Seeing Fu Yansen suddenly froze, the daimyo and the others didn't know what was going on, but the sense of threat of imminent death made them stand up from their chairs in unison, and at the same time slowly pulled out the A Japanese samurai sword by his side.
The Japanese samurai sword was improved from the Tang sword in the Tang Dynasty. The ratio of the handle to the blade is 1:4. The handle is held with both hands, and it is powerful for chopping. ', that is, the point 16.7mm below the tip, where the force is the greatest when chopping, which is very consistent with the principle of mechanics.
The samurai swords in the hands of the four daimyos have also been specially processed, not only maintaining the original advantages, but also the biggest advantage is that they can be folded, just like switchblades, and can be placed in the hidden compartment of the suitcase to escape For inspection at the airport, you only need to press the spring when you use it, and the blade will return to its original shape. Only first-class ninja figures with status in Zichuan are worthy of this kind of samurai sword.
Since World War II, people in the island country who feel that they are capable generally regard it as a kind of samurai glory to resolve battles with a knife. Therefore, when the daimyo and the others saw the black military thorn, they did not reach out to draw their guns, but honestly showed their knives.
As long as it is not the most dangerous moment, a ninja, especially the ninjas inside Zichuan, always feels that using a gun will degrade their identity. Just like Jing Hongming, if the problem can be solved with cold weapons, he doesn't even bother to use a gun, although his marksmanship is better than Hu Mietang in December.
This is not pretentiousness, but a kind of self-confidence that is different from that of Japanese samurai showing off their abilities.
Jing Hong ordered the military thorns to slowly lift the curtain, looked at the people in the room, and asked expressionlessly, "Are you coming out, or am I going in?"
"Lian Tianxing, so it's you!" Fu Yansen came back to his senses a little bit, only then did he see a person standing not far behind Jing Hongming. With a chubby body and a sinister smile on his face, this person is the boss of the big explosion who usually walked very close to Fu Yu, and the Lian Tianxing who witnessed Fu Yu's death at the beginning. No wonder Long Teng's people were able to find this place easily, it turned out he was the one who led them here.
"Hee hee, Secretary Fu, I'm just leading people to get to know the family. As for how you play, it has nothing to do with me. I'll just watch here." Lian Tianxing grinned. Watching here, but playing with a 92-type pistol in his hand. If someone believes that he has been standing by here, it is better to believe that the Japanese are not cruel, the Koreans are not cheap, and dogs do not eat shit...
How could he get involved with Long Teng's people? Could it be that he pretended to be submissive in front of me before? Just when Fu Yansen was in a daze, there were noises from some naughty children on the street outside, followed by the sound of firecrackers, which were not too powerful, and the chirping sound of Er Tijiao piercing through the low air.
Who would have thought that on this festive morning of the second day of junior high school, an event destined to bleed would happen?
Fu Yansen exhaled slowly, and once again looked at Jing Hongming who was blocking the door like a javelin: "Are you Jing Hongming? October cold-blooded Jing Hongming?"
"That's right, I'm Jing Hongming," Jing Hongming replied lightly, "I've met you several times by Mr. Fu's side before, but I didn't expect that even you, his most trusted family secretary, would betray him. It really surprised a lot of people.”
"Hehe," Fu Yansen smiled wryly, and slowly pushed away Hao Nan who was standing in front of him, with his left hand hidden in his sleeve, and walked towards Jing Hongming step by step: "Actually, I really want to keep guarding Mr. Fu all the time." Be a decent Chinese, but my son and daughter..." As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and then he saw a shiny knife protruding from his chest!
"Uh..." There was a few cold breaths in his throat, and Fu Yansen turned his head in disbelief, looking at Hao Nan who was holding the handle of the knife in both hands, his eyes almost popped out: "You, you kill me?" The gun, when he opened his mouth to say the word 'I', fell to the ground covered with blue bricks with a bang.
"If you hadn't betrayed us, why would they come to our door?" After seeing the gun hidden in Fu Yansen's hand fell to the ground, he knew in his heart that Hao Nan, who might have killed him by mistake, deliberately used hateful words to cover up his mistake Complaining eyes from companions.
Fu Yansen was unable to speak many words due to the unbearable pain, but his eyes were filled with deep regret and hatred. The furious Haonan who was caught by his eyes shouted loudly, and then pulled the knife back from Fu Yansen's body... The moment the knife tip left Fu Yansen's body, blood shot out like an arrow, splashing on his body. face. His blood-stained face looked so weird in this poorly lit room, like a demon from the depths of hell.
Jing Hongming was not as surprised as Lian Tianxing was that Yu Haonan would suddenly kill Fu Yansen. In fact, today Fu Yansen is doomed no matter what, being able to be killed by his companions also saved him from being splashed with blood. He maintained the movement of lifting the door curtain with military thorns, and looked at the few people in the room without changing his expression, but there was deep contempt in his eyes.
The Japanese are always like this. Once they feel that someone is setting them up, they will reveal their nature that is more ferocious than a farmer with a poisonous snake in his arms.
The knife was withdrawn by Haonan, and Fu Yansen staggered back a few steps until he was in front of Jing Hongming and was about to fall backwards. Thinking about the fate of working together, Jing Hongming stretched out his hand to grab the knife. He caught his breath: "Although you wanted to assassinate me just now, but for the sake of my previous acquaintance, I promise you that they will go down to accompany you in a short time."
"Thank you... Thank you...Jing, Jing Hong, if you rescue my children, the bookcase, the bottom of the bookcase..." Fu Yansen said these words, and the last trace of oxygen in his lungs followed. The wound flowed out, and he stared hard at his eyes unwillingly, and then his body softened.
"I will consider your last request." Leaving Fu Yansen's body lying on the threshold, Jing Hongming looked at the three Japanese with hostile eyes, suddenly grinned, and withdrew the military stab that pierced through the door curtain , raised his legs and stepped over the threshold into the room, the door curtain fell immediately, leaving only Fu Yansen half exposed outside and Lian Tianxing standing in the courtyard.
Even Tianxing knew that someone would die today, but he never expected that Fu Yansen would die in such a short time. He was playing with the gun in a cool way just now. Worried about his safety, he almost took the 92-style out of his hands.
"Jing..." Lian Tianxing was afraid that Jing Hong would not be the opponent of those ruthless Japanese, so he quickly grabbed his pistol, and was about to rush forward desperately to lift the curtain and enter the house when he heard a loud noise coming from inside the house. There was the clang of weapons colliding, and there were also a few low crows like a chicken being trampled on its neck. This made him even more worried about Jing Hongming's safety, so he opened the safety of the gun with a slam, ran to the door with a vigorous pace that did not match his body, raised the curtain and shouted: "Jing Hongming, don't be afraid, I will come Already!"
Because of his impatience, when Lian Tianxing lifted the curtain, he simply tore off the handicraft curtain that was said to be from the south. Before his raised right foot stepped over the threshold, the movement in the room stopped abruptly.
Jing Hong ordered his back to face Lian Tianxing, and a black military thorn was inserted into the throat of the only... standing person in the room besides him. The person facing Lian Tianxing was the same Haonan who murdered Fu Yansen just now. At this moment, the ninja Hiroo, who thinks he is very talented, has a pair of dull eyes protruding from his sockets, and the reality that he will die within a few seconds if he is stabbed 8 centimeters by a military thorn, so that he has not had time to taste the taste of fear. Followed by two companions.
With a clang, first the Japanese samurai sword fell to the ground, and then his already dead body suddenly fell on his back.
"Oh my god, you scared me to death, please don't ask me to do this next time, okay? If there is something wrong with you, Miss Mingzhu will peel off my skin..." Lian Tianxing turned around Jing Hongming who came came smiled, with concern and complaints in her tone.
Jing Hongming was worried about his own safety, so he smiled back. With her white teeth and a smile that could make thousands of trees bloom, Lian Tianxing couldn't help but ask, "You are a man, why should you want to marry me?" Such a nice smile..."
You are a man, why do you have to smile so beautifully? After getting off the plane, Guo Jing looked at Qin Zhaoxiang who had a bright smile on his face.
This kind of dark military thorn is not the 56-style military thorn commonly seen in the army. First of all, it is different from ordinary military thorns. The entire blade of this military thorn, including the handle made of black iron, is pitch black. After the surface is polished, It always gives people a breath of death, and the second is the production process of this military stab. Its blade body has undergone special heat treatment, so that the blade itself contains physical toxins that will never retreat.
There are only twelve black military thorns in China, and the original drawing has been destroyed long after it was made. These twelve military assassins were handed over to twelve people, and these twelve people were the most mysterious spy team in China, Longteng Twelve Moon. The reason why Longteng is said to be the most mysterious spy team in China is because this team is not only responsible for the simple work of secret agents, more often they will also act as guards next to the supreme leader, and their status is equivalent to that of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Jinyiwei of the Ouchi.
An indifferent person with black military thorns represents only death.
Now, when the point of the black military thorn had just penetrated the curtain, Fu Yansen could tell what it was at a glance. If a cobra can make him feel scared, then this military thorn made him forget even fear. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: Long Teng's man has finally been found!
Seeing Fu Yansen suddenly froze, the daimyo and the others didn't know what was going on, but the sense of threat of imminent death made them stand up from their chairs in unison, and at the same time slowly pulled out the A Japanese samurai sword by his side.
The Japanese samurai sword was improved from the Tang sword in the Tang Dynasty. The ratio of the handle to the blade is 1:4. The handle is held with both hands, and it is powerful for chopping. ', that is, the point 16.7mm below the tip, where the force is the greatest when chopping, which is very consistent with the principle of mechanics.
The samurai swords in the hands of the four daimyos have also been specially processed, not only maintaining the original advantages, but also the biggest advantage is that they can be folded, just like switchblades, and can be placed in the hidden compartment of the suitcase to escape For inspection at the airport, you only need to press the spring when you use it, and the blade will return to its original shape. Only first-class ninja figures with status in Zichuan are worthy of this kind of samurai sword.
Since World War II, people in the island country who feel that they are capable generally regard it as a kind of samurai glory to resolve battles with a knife. Therefore, when the daimyo and the others saw the black military thorn, they did not reach out to draw their guns, but honestly showed their knives.
As long as it is not the most dangerous moment, a ninja, especially the ninjas inside Zichuan, always feels that using a gun will degrade their identity. Just like Jing Hongming, if the problem can be solved with cold weapons, he doesn't even bother to use a gun, although his marksmanship is better than Hu Mietang in December.
This is not pretentiousness, but a kind of self-confidence that is different from that of Japanese samurai showing off their abilities.
Jing Hong ordered the military thorns to slowly lift the curtain, looked at the people in the room, and asked expressionlessly, "Are you coming out, or am I going in?"
"Lian Tianxing, so it's you!" Fu Yansen came back to his senses a little bit, only then did he see a person standing not far behind Jing Hongming. With a chubby body and a sinister smile on his face, this person is the boss of the big explosion who usually walked very close to Fu Yu, and the Lian Tianxing who witnessed Fu Yu's death at the beginning. No wonder Long Teng's people were able to find this place easily, it turned out he was the one who led them here.
"Hee hee, Secretary Fu, I'm just leading people to get to know the family. As for how you play, it has nothing to do with me. I'll just watch here." Lian Tianxing grinned. Watching here, but playing with a 92-type pistol in his hand. If someone believes that he has been standing by here, it is better to believe that the Japanese are not cruel, the Koreans are not cheap, and dogs do not eat shit...
How could he get involved with Long Teng's people? Could it be that he pretended to be submissive in front of me before? Just when Fu Yansen was in a daze, there were noises from some naughty children on the street outside, followed by the sound of firecrackers, which were not too powerful, and the chirping sound of Er Tijiao piercing through the low air.
Who would have thought that on this festive morning of the second day of junior high school, an event destined to bleed would happen?
Fu Yansen exhaled slowly, and once again looked at Jing Hongming who was blocking the door like a javelin: "Are you Jing Hongming? October cold-blooded Jing Hongming?"
"That's right, I'm Jing Hongming," Jing Hongming replied lightly, "I've met you several times by Mr. Fu's side before, but I didn't expect that even you, his most trusted family secretary, would betray him. It really surprised a lot of people.”
"Hehe," Fu Yansen smiled wryly, and slowly pushed away Hao Nan who was standing in front of him, with his left hand hidden in his sleeve, and walked towards Jing Hongming step by step: "Actually, I really want to keep guarding Mr. Fu all the time." Be a decent Chinese, but my son and daughter..." As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and then he saw a shiny knife protruding from his chest!
"Uh..." There was a few cold breaths in his throat, and Fu Yansen turned his head in disbelief, looking at Hao Nan who was holding the handle of the knife in both hands, his eyes almost popped out: "You, you kill me?" The gun, when he opened his mouth to say the word 'I', fell to the ground covered with blue bricks with a bang.
"If you hadn't betrayed us, why would they come to our door?" After seeing the gun hidden in Fu Yansen's hand fell to the ground, he knew in his heart that Hao Nan, who might have killed him by mistake, deliberately used hateful words to cover up his mistake Complaining eyes from companions.
Fu Yansen was unable to speak many words due to the unbearable pain, but his eyes were filled with deep regret and hatred. The furious Haonan who was caught by his eyes shouted loudly, and then pulled the knife back from Fu Yansen's body... The moment the knife tip left Fu Yansen's body, blood shot out like an arrow, splashing on his body. face. His blood-stained face looked so weird in this poorly lit room, like a demon from the depths of hell.
Jing Hongming was not as surprised as Lian Tianxing was that Yu Haonan would suddenly kill Fu Yansen. In fact, today Fu Yansen is doomed no matter what, being able to be killed by his companions also saved him from being splashed with blood. He maintained the movement of lifting the door curtain with military thorns, and looked at the few people in the room without changing his expression, but there was deep contempt in his eyes.
The Japanese are always like this. Once they feel that someone is setting them up, they will reveal their nature that is more ferocious than a farmer with a poisonous snake in his arms.
The knife was withdrawn by Haonan, and Fu Yansen staggered back a few steps until he was in front of Jing Hongming and was about to fall backwards. Thinking about the fate of working together, Jing Hongming stretched out his hand to grab the knife. He caught his breath: "Although you wanted to assassinate me just now, but for the sake of my previous acquaintance, I promise you that they will go down to accompany you in a short time."
"Thank you... Thank you...Jing, Jing Hong, if you rescue my children, the bookcase, the bottom of the bookcase..." Fu Yansen said these words, and the last trace of oxygen in his lungs followed. The wound flowed out, and he stared hard at his eyes unwillingly, and then his body softened.
"I will consider your last request." Leaving Fu Yansen's body lying on the threshold, Jing Hongming looked at the three Japanese with hostile eyes, suddenly grinned, and withdrew the military stab that pierced through the door curtain , raised his legs and stepped over the threshold into the room, the door curtain fell immediately, leaving only Fu Yansen half exposed outside and Lian Tianxing standing in the courtyard.
Even Tianxing knew that someone would die today, but he never expected that Fu Yansen would die in such a short time. He was playing with the gun in a cool way just now. Worried about his safety, he almost took the 92-style out of his hands.
"Jing..." Lian Tianxing was afraid that Jing Hong would not be the opponent of those ruthless Japanese, so he quickly grabbed his pistol, and was about to rush forward desperately to lift the curtain and enter the house when he heard a loud noise coming from inside the house. There was the clang of weapons colliding, and there were also a few low crows like a chicken being trampled on its neck. This made him even more worried about Jing Hongming's safety, so he opened the safety of the gun with a slam, ran to the door with a vigorous pace that did not match his body, raised the curtain and shouted: "Jing Hongming, don't be afraid, I will come Already!"
Because of his impatience, when Lian Tianxing lifted the curtain, he simply tore off the handicraft curtain that was said to be from the south. Before his raised right foot stepped over the threshold, the movement in the room stopped abruptly.
Jing Hong ordered his back to face Lian Tianxing, and a black military thorn was inserted into the throat of the only... standing person in the room besides him. The person facing Lian Tianxing was the same Haonan who murdered Fu Yansen just now. At this moment, the ninja Hiroo, who thinks he is very talented, has a pair of dull eyes protruding from his sockets, and the reality that he will die within a few seconds if he is stabbed 8 centimeters by a military thorn, so that he has not had time to taste the taste of fear. Followed by two companions.
With a clang, first the Japanese samurai sword fell to the ground, and then his already dead body suddenly fell on his back.
"Oh my god, you scared me to death, please don't ask me to do this next time, okay? If there is something wrong with you, Miss Mingzhu will peel off my skin..." Lian Tianxing turned around Jing Hongming who came came smiled, with concern and complaints in her tone.
Jing Hongming was worried about his own safety, so he smiled back. With her white teeth and a smile that could make thousands of trees bloom, Lian Tianxing couldn't help but ask, "You are a man, why should you want to marry me?" Such a nice smile..."
You are a man, why do you have to smile so beautifully? After getting off the plane, Guo Jing looked at Qin Zhaoxiang who had a bright smile on his face.
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