Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 40 Who doesn't know, red will be three times faster! !
"boom----!!"

The gunshots were not deafening, and they were not loud under the pitch-black sky, but in contrast, they were screams like the bloody screams in third-rate European and American horror movies.

There were tragic screams one after another, and the danger signal came from no one knew where. All the people at the Dajing container terminal at the moment were caught in an extremely excessive tension.

Tokyo time, 7:32 in the evening, Oi Container Terminal.

The fierce ghost member named Ren Miyamoto wrapped his hands around the black gun body, leaning against the cold iron sheet of the container, his rapid breathing was suppressed as much as possible, and the hot air from his mouth returned from his collar, forming an uncomfortable feeling on his neck. It was clammy.

Miyamoto Ren, 24 years old, is a new elite of the fierce ghosts, an important member of the scene.

The most important part of this character introduction should be the word "newly promoted" before the elite, because the man had been a member of the outskirts of the ghost group until half an hour ago, and his pedigree was not good, so he had no extra talent to serve the organization. It has only been a year since he made a contribution and joined the ghosts, but he has not been reused. The task given today is also to be in charge of guarding the periphery of the transaction site.

Although the security mission itself is very important, Ren Miyamoto himself is not important, because he just exists like a transmitter. All the important figures of the Ghost Ghost confirmed that the periphery has not been broken by the enemy.

Even if he himself failed to intercept or pass on the news of the enemy's attack in time, as long as the signal is sent, the people inside will know that someone has invaded the trading site, and will retract the formation or consider evacuating.

He is such a cheap position.

So let's get down to business, how could such Ren Miyamoto be promoted to an important member of the scene?
The answer is quite simple and pure.

"No. 33. What's the situation in the southwest area now? Except for you, all seventeen security guards have lost contact. Report the situation immediately."

The answer is because everyone present except him was accidentally finished by Tutu.

The calm voice of a woman came from the headset. Her voice was as gentle as an orchid, as if she could imagine that a woman with a slender figure and bright eyes was right in front of her. Everything will not exceed her expectations.

Miyamoto Ren had seen that woman before, she was coquettish and beautiful, as dazzling as the blooming flowers on the side of the road in Budapest, making the men who approached her approach her like crazy.

The woman's name is Sakurai Kogure, but most people don't care about this, because her other identity is more intimidating.

—— Fierce ghosts [Dragon Horse]

If it was normal, then Miyamoto Ren would definitely be so excited because Ryoma-sama talked to him personally and because of her soft and soft voice, but at this moment, the fear in his heart could not be calmed down.

"She's her, she's here" Miyamoto didn't dare to speak loudly, he leaned in almost with the strength to merge with the iron sheet behind him, his eyes fixed on the direction of the beam of the white chandelier above the port, the muscles around the eyes Shaking constantly, cold sweat ran down the spine from the back.

"she?"

There was a suspicious voice on the other end of the phone, but there was a moment of silence.

"She" and "he" are used differently in Japanese, and in Sakurai Kogure's mind, she seems to have the answer to the woman who can make the trained members of the demons so fearful.

The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became rapid, but quickly calmed down, followed by Sakurai Kogure's comforting voice.

"Number 33, listen up, now you leave the place first, absolutely don't stay, try to move the position, confirm the other party's—"

clatter.
Sakurai Xiaomu didn't finish her words, but she heard an abrupt sound.

It was the sound of footsteps.

Miyamoto Ren didn't know if it was because of fear or nervousness. At this moment, she didn't say a word except her heavy breathing. Before coming, Sakurai Xiaomu emptied the workers at the port. The sound of coming footsteps will be very obvious.

In the dead port, Ren Miyamoto's heart was beating violently, covering up the movement of the water hitting the black reef, but he couldn't ignore the sound of shoes touching the ground at the corner.

"She is coming"

Like groaning exhaustedly after being strangled by the neck, Miyamoto Ren hurriedly raised the pistol.

Colt M1911 pistol, the main pistol of the U.S. Army and Marine Corps during the First World War and the Second World War, even after it was replaced by a new type of pistol, it still has a high popularity among special forces and American civilians. It is active in self-defense, Entertainment, sports shooting and other items.

Relatively speaking, there are many channels, and they are often equipped among the low-level personnel of the fierce ghosts.

To be honest, Ren Miyamoto doesn't know so much, and he doesn't know the glorious history of the weapon in his hand. He just instinctively feels that if he doesn't have such a lethal weapon, he will definitely be caught and killed by the demon outside. die.

That crimson demon.

Hold the gun in both hands, keep your feet as far apart as your shoulders, raise your arms and stretch them forward, keeping your arms parallel to your shoulders.He has chosen a very good position now. There is only a corner-shaped opening in front of the gap between the two containers. No matter who comes over, he will appear in front of him.

As long as half a second is enough, as long as he can catch the opponent for half a second, he can shoot the deadly bullet into the opponent's brain first!

Tap, tap-tap-pound!

The slow footsteps suddenly disappeared. They should have stepped on to speed up. The momentum seemed to be rushing out of the corner in the next second!

But Ren Miyamoto suddenly had a surge of adrenaline at this moment, his hair stood on end, and an inexplicable tremor enveloped his heart, driving him to look away from the corner and look at the top of his head.

At that moment, it was like a hospital with a power outage in a horror movie, the flickering lights, the anxious and frightened nurse on duty at the elevator door, the seemingly invisible figures looking back, and...
The moment he turned his head again, there was an instant ghost image on his face!
"Hey, hey, don't see people with expressions like pigeons eating Tanegashima~"

The girl's complaint came, as if the clear water falling from a low place collided with the pool surface, and the gurgling sound just before the fusion, it was a beautiful tone that made people relax involuntarily, but for Miyamoto Ren But it is tantamount to the whisper of death.

The girl's orange-red hair and dark black coat were thrown back by the wind, her knees were slightly bent, she held a short knife in one hand, and lightly held the butt of a gun in the other hand, flying down from a high altitude.

She jumped directly over the container?

Miyamoto Ren raised her head in a daze, the incandescent lights on the pier were dazzling like an operating table in an intensive care unit, and the girl who flew down from high altitude was like an unscrupulous doctor who was about to give him five anesthesia and cut him open!

The difference is that the doctor wears a white coat and a mask, but she wears a black coat and uses a machete!

He hastily raised his hand and fired, completely ignoring the recoil.

Panic gunshots rang out continuously, sparks splashed, the bullet passed through the rifle, and the 0.45ACP bullet burst out with an initial velocity of 246m/s, cut through the air, and flew towards the girl's torso.

The knife in the red-haired girl's hand was not a display, she obviously couldn't use her strength in the air, but her outrageous core strength allowed her to swing the knife freely, almost half revealing the blade just before the opponent pulled the trigger. Slashing across the meniscus left white marks, and the flight paths of the bullets were completely destroyed or avoided.

The moment the bullet touched the blade, it was torn apart by its own speed, split into two halves and flew to nowhere, and the girl landed as lightly and steadily as a cat!

"Ahhhhhhh-"

Miyamoto Ren almost yelled out of composure, but at this moment he really became an elite warrior of the fierce ghosts!
Because the few real elites who fell before were called so when they approached them.

The sharp bullets traveling at high speed made a deafening noise, leaving scratches or ugly grooves through the metal outer layer of the container, and dug shallow pits in the gravel-covered ground, but they couldn't capture the girl.

The red hair swayed in the wind, the orange pupils were slightly empty as if they were not focused, and the body sank to the waist and kept moving sideways. With a gun in his hand, the other hand holds the handle behind his back.

At this distance, neither side needs to aim, and it is impossible to miss.But the bullet fired by Ren Miyamoto just couldn't hit it, and it would be cut in mid-air, not to mention that the red-haired monster had already landed.

The monster walked very slowly, almost in a walking manner, chopping the bullets flying towards him, moving sideways or sideways, bowing his head, and walked to Miyamoto Ren with ease.

That is to say, when I approached Miyamoto Ren, I found out
"Isn't this a dagger?"

"sodayo"

The small knife, which was almost the same as a fruit knife, turned into an invisible wind blade and cut open the front tube of M1911. Ren Miyamoto was dumbfounded and froze in place like a goose.

"It's very sharp, usually cutting fruit in half with a knife, I call it "Satsuma Cutter"~"

The girl strolled over, the city gate was wide open and her face was extremely relaxed.

"How is this possible, how can such a knife cut honey.. cut bullets!"

"Poke, it's specially made by the Eight Snake Qi Family."

This conversation became Ren Miyamoto's swan song on the public channel, followed by the muffled sound of shooting after the pistol belt was silenced.

"Oh, it's dangerous~" The girl grabbed the collar of the man's fallen body, and slowly let go so that the back of his head landed slowly, and took the headset by the way.

"Moshi Moshi~This is Fujimaru Tachika desu~"

Like a naughty girl flicking her fingertips on the foggy glass bath window, her fingertips are icy and cold, but her body is warm and reassuring, making people sink in. Sakurai Kogure on the other end of the microphone paused slightly before her tone sank .

"Fujimaru-san, is that right? Have the Saki Hachiya even grasped the content of this transaction?" Sakurai Kogure was no longer elegant, and her tone was suppressed as if a violent storm was roaring in the dark clouds.

Of course, this is just a disguise.

[Pretend to lose composure and try to have a conversation—obtain information through clichés—transfer people and try to escape] This is what Sakurai Kogure was thinking at this moment.On the side of the port that Fujimaru Tachika couldn't see, Sakurai Kogure checked the monitoring device that was still in operation.

She is the dragon horse of the fierce ghosts, and she will never despair lightly!
The dim yellow lights fell down, and the stunning woman overlooked the entire map, confirming the layout of the entire dock, deploying the remaining combatants, and the storm of thinking swept every corner of the brain.

(It is estimated that the east and the inland direction have been completely blocked by the family, while the southwest and northwest corners of the sea road are basically completely destroyed, and other places are also damaged. According to the situation, it is basically a frontal defeat.)
Is that the red devil?
Sakurai Xiaomu glanced at it and came to a conclusion easily.

—Okay, it's over.

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