America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 512 Sorry, I'm Busy

Thurston was shot through the head by Masao Kameda.

Until his death, he never expected that in this dark night, the opponent would have the ability to kill him with a single shot.

The white militiamen who had lost their leader quickly retreated, and a big gap was opened in front.

"President, let's break through!" Haruma Yamamoto pushed the queen forward.

Kameda Masao didn't make a sound, and walked quickly at the front with a gun in hand.

But before taking two steps, he stopped and quickly turned back.

"What's wrong? President?" Haruma Yamamoto asked with a puzzled look.

"There is an ambush ahead, let's go through the back door of the village!" Masao Kameda kept walking.

He didn't care about the screams and shouts from the other side of the stronghold, and walked quickly towards the back of the stockade without looking back.

There are indeed people on the gate tower ahead.

Chen Jianqiu and a group of people had already ambushed there with guns.

He just picked up Sean, and sent two people to send Sean and the others out, while he stayed here for a while.

Except for the two gaps that were blown open, it stands to reason that this is the only way to leave.

Chen Jianqiu stood in the shadows and activated the shooter state.

But the moment he saw Kameda, Kameda raised his head, turned around and ran away.

This surprised Chen Jianqiu.

Is it possible that besides the one-eyed dragon Yoshioka Kunihiko, Masao Kameda also has a talent for marksmanship?
This is a bit interesting.

Unexpectedly, there are such crouching dragons and phoenixes in the little Xuanyang Society, no wonder they dare to rebel.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a while, and then ordered the soldiers of the Longxiang team around him: "Rush to the direction of the back door to find cover, and shoot at will. But remember, no one is allowed to show their heads, and they will die if they show their heads."

The soldiers lead the way.

And Chen Jianqiu walked down from the gate slowly.

Under the leadership of Guitian Masao, a group of people walked towards the small gate behind the stockade.

Their speed was not fast. Firstly, the queen was being pushed away staggeringly, and secondly, Kameda kept using his night vision to search for the enemies ahead.

"President, or I'll run with this old lady on my back." Yamamoto Haruma complained that the queen was walking too slowly.

"Do you want the queen to block bullets for you?" Kameda Masao said angrily, "It's still useful for me to keep her."

"People are almost gone, but this old woman is still here." Yamamoto Haruma whispered, the voice was so small that only he could hear it.

But Kameda probably didn't hear it.

He kept walking.

But soon, his footsteps stopped again.

"On the other side, there seems to be another ambush." ​​Kameda frowned, "However, it seems that there is no such thing."

Haruma Yamamoto was a little bit crazy.

"Uh, so yes, or no?" he asked.

"I feel like someone is hiding behind the bunker." Masao Kameda rubbed his eyes.

"But President, we can only rush, this is the only way left!" Haruma Yamamoto stood there awkwardly.

"Go on, don't be afraid, if the opponent dares to show their heads, I will let them die!" Masao Kameda held a gun in his hand and directed the boxer.

The boxer looked at the muzzle of Masao Kameda with a mournful face, cursing his mother in his heart.

"Why don't these bastards go up." He pointed at several other Japanese soldiers.

"You have martial arts and fast legs, which is more suitable." Masao Kameda said in a cold voice, "Besides, you get the most money from me."

At the same time, he turned his head and glanced at the Japanese gunmen who were gloating behind him: "You can't run away either, you will go up one by one later."

Yamamoto Haruma had no choice but to get out of the bunker and rushed towards the wall.

The Chinese soldiers on the wooden wall had heard the movement.

According to Chen Jianqiu's instructions, they did not go out of the bunker, but raised their semi-automatic rifles and fired several bursts in the direction of the sound.

The grand master didn't need to be reminded by the people behind him, he just lay on the ground with his head in his arms.

Kameda heard the gunshot and turned out of the bunker in an instant.

However, he did not find the shooter, only saw a few gun barrels on the opposite side sticking out.

Kameda fired a few shots at the position of the barrels as if venting. The bullet hit the bunker, changed its trajectory, and failed to penetrate.

And those barrels also retracted.

Kameda thought it was because he was slow.

He waved at Haruma Yamamoto lying on the ground.

However, Grandmaster lay flat on the ground with his head on the ground, he didn't even dare to poke his butt, he couldn't see Kameda's movements at all.

"Get up and keep going!" Masao Kameda roared.

His roar didn't make Haruma Yamamoto stand up, but instead let him be locked by another hunter in the shadows.

Chen Jianqiu appeared in the direction behind him.

People who rely too much on the talent of shooters will have a problem, that is, they trust their own eyes too much.

And the back of the head does not have eyes.

Chen Jianqiu raised his gun, aimed at Masao Kameda who was squatting in the corner of the side wall of the house, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang" sound.

Kameda Masao was shot open, his head tilted, and he fell limply to the ground.

He and his enemy, Thurston, were killed by the same type of gun.

The Japanese soldiers following Kameda didn't realize that their leader had been killed in the dark, and they didn't even realize that there was a killing god behind them, and they were still shooting blindly in front of them.

Chen Jianqiu began to name the places one by one.

With the sound of gunshots in his hand, the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

As the number of bullets they shot at the soldiers of the Longxiang group decreased, the Chinese fighters also chose to reduce the number of counterattacks, but they still strictly followed Chen Jianqiu's order and did not show their faces.

The night gradually quieted down.

Haruma Yamamoto, who was lying on the ground, felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

Why is there no movement?

Masao Kameda's grandson wouldn't leave him here alone and run away with others, right?

The grand master raised his head.

The surrounding light was still very dark, only the fire from the other side of the stronghold shone.

Haruma Yamamoto touched the ground beside him, and touched a piece of wood that he didn't know whether it was broken or it was there.

He carefully lifted the stick and waved it in the air.

No one paid him any attention.

The great master said inwardly that it was not good.

The grandchildren really left.

He quickly got up from the ground and ran in the direction he came from.

But after a few steps, his pace stopped abruptly.

In the light of the fire, a man was untying the rope and picking the sack from the Queen's head.

He had seen this man in the teahouse.

It was Chen Jianqiu.

Obviously, Chen Jianqiu also saw him.

"I thought everyone was dead." Chen Jianqiu smiled and looked at Haruma Yamamoto with his head tilted.

The firelight elongated his figure and reflected it on the wooden wall. Under such an atmosphere, he looked particularly frightening.

Haruma Yamamoto was also terrified by his smile.

"I picked nine martial arts gyms in Chinatown, and none of the Chinese martial arts masters was my opponent." He shouted at Chen Jianqiu, trying to arouse his competitive spirit.

"Compared with Japanese martial arts, Chinese martial arts are vulnerable. I know you are a martial arts practitioner. I will give you a chance. Let's have a competition!" The great master took a small step forward, and moved his hands together He touched his chest, and gave Chen Jianqiu a tick at the same time.

However, his answer was a gunshot.

Haruma Yamamoto fell to the ground, bleeding from the wound on his head.

After turning a few times, Chen Jianqiu's golden revolver returned to the holster around his waist.

He shook his head at the corpse of the grand master:

"Sorry, I'm not interested, I'm busy."

(End of this chapter)