The Last Mecha

Chapter 204 Unattended Banquet ([-])

Amidst the gunshots, the flying figure drew a light gray trail, and the blade of the sword, which was mixed with blue and yellow colors, flashed under the blurred light, and the deadly bullet had already split from it.

In Song Yunqian's eyes, the dignified qi was thrown out like mountains and seas. In just a glance, the invisible pressure made Guo Penglai feel like a hammer was hitting his heart, and his whole breathing was stagnant.

This strong sense of oppression comes from the qi that exceeds 10, and the skillful invocation of the qi gate.

He ignored Guo Penglai, turned the sword in his hand, and the light and shadow in the whole room were split in two. Behind the wall panel where the bullet shot, the swirling wall panel and smoke covered the sky to block the view, thick blood In an instant, the tip of the sword dripped down.

In the eyes of this always gentle young man, there was a rare gleam of cold blood.

He waved the hilt of his sword, and behind the floating smoke and dust, there was only a half-cut body left. Under the tattered brim, the short pale blond hair showed the identity of the attacker.

And - two fleeting gun lines in the chaos of smoke and dust, and two knife marks coming from one left and one right!
Song Yunqian twisted his body, his feet snaked like a freehand brushstroke, and two bullet trails brushed against his shoulder.

"when!"

The stabbing sound that shocked the mind was heard far away, and I saw him turn around, fold the long sword in his hand and vibrate, and forced back the offensive of the two opponents with one against two.

With a flick of his wrist, the blue and yellow brilliance flashed past, biting a horrific bloodstain on the throat of one of them.

The muscular Briton's soles went limp and he died instantly.

Both of these two were good fighters among overseas mercenaries, but when they faced Song Yunqian, they had little power to fight back, and instead, one of them was instantly killed.

As Jiang Mulin's big apprentice, being able to let him take on such a big responsibility as a master is definitely not to rush the duck to the shelves.

"Ding--"

The sound of metal falling to the ground came from this gap, which was very clear.

A palm-sized piece of iron rolled down to the ground, and dark blue light patterns flowed like water on the surface covered with holes. In the next second, the strong light was as strong as the sun!
The surviving man half-covered his face with one arm, turned around and charged forward, knowing that he was not an opponent, all he had to do was to escape.

However, in the dazzling light curtain, a shadow whizzed over, and I saw that devilish young man with his eyes closed tightly, and faint lines of light blended into the environment on the blue and yellow long sword in his hand.

Close your eyes.

The icy sword edge swept across, and the weapon and arm of the Breton were cut off together. He was limp on the ground, shivering continuously due to the severe pain, and a large pool of sticky blood under his body soaked half of his body.

Song Yunqian didn't stop, he turned around, shot out the long sword in his hand like a flying arrow, and pulled out a pale yellow shadow in midair.

"when!"

There was another ear-piercing cold sound, and in Director Chen's room, a dagger fell to the ground. Guo Penglai held his bloody right hand and clenched his teeth.

It wasn't until then that the rest of the people brought by Zhang Li rushed up and pinned the city inspector to the ground.

Song Yunqian picked up the sword on the ground, shook the blood on the blade, and gently retracted it into the sheath. He glanced at Guo Penglai on the ground, and Zhang Li who was standing still. This person seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. age.

But the matter has come to this point, he is not interested in the matter anymore, so he cupped his fists and said: "Master Zhang, I have finished my business, and I have left you a living, and this inspector, how to deal with it all depends You, farewell."

After finishing his sentence, he disappeared in two or three steps.

Zhang Li didn't respond, but just looked at Guo Penglai on the ground, speechless.

"This time, there is no room for you to save me." Guo Penglai pursed his lips, "put away your hypocritical friendship, if you really want to save me, why do you still bring these people here? Are you going to find Jiang Mulin? You never I never believed in me, just like I don't believe in you. Power is a good medicine, Mr. Zhang, I wish you a long life and a long life."

Zhang An Wang Wu, who was escorting him, saw that Zhang Li had no other indications, so he sent him down.

No one dared to disturb the old man, so he just sat down slowly, quietly, and drank tea all night in the dilapidated ruined room.

In Aiden's Garden of Eden, the atmosphere is peaceful and eerie.

Three long tables covered with white cloths were arranged in a triangle, and important people from different countries sat in front of their respective tables.

Russell kept talking to people, talking about insignificant things.

The left and right of him are full of elites from all walks of life, from the Ministry of Economy, business and policy, and military officers. Very useful.

Kunihiko Kobayashi's entourage was even simpler, with military uniforms, flagons, and white gloves, all of them with tense faces as if they were tied up.

Only on Jiang Mulin's side, he was sitting quietly with his voice and expression deep.

Reporters from all over the world took their cameras and kept chasing after the news, and the flashes of the shutters have not stopped since they entered the venue.

Russell, who was hosting the banquet, smiled and clapped his palms, motioning for the audience to quiet down, and then said in a nonchalant dialect: "I am very glad that friends from Xia Guo and Fusang accepted my invitation. Today we have dinner, reminiscing about old times, and talking about things." Nothing will fall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two translators beside him, one on the left and one on the right, spoke in Jiang Song dialect and Kansai dialect respectively.

"It doesn't need to be so fancy, I can understand Buledian dialect or Xia Guo dialect, and I think Jiang is the same." Kobayashi Kunihiko said expressionlessly.

He glanced at Jiang Mulin who was not far away. The middle-aged man didn't respond, as if he had acquiesced.

"It makes sense." Russell happily looked down at his watch, "There are still 5 minutes before the serving time. Before that, we should probably clear the place. Friends from the reporters here, you can go first, All the photos you want have been taken, and the content of this dinner is not public—and translators, economists, and policymakers, you can leave if you are sitting here, if we need help, we will send a message .”

After he spoke, within a minute, there were only three people sitting in the huge room.

Russell was still smiling and looking for something to say, while the other two sides responded casually.

The waiters in suits and leather shoes pushed the dining car in slowly. The dishes were rich, including steak, sushi, lion head, and chicken soup. The dishes from the three countries were all available, and the tastes were quite suitable considering the hometown of the participants.

But Jiang Mulin didn't want to eat on the table full of delicacies. He just took Xinsheng's white rice and filled a large bowl with white water.

This move was noticed by the two people on the opposite side.

Then he raised his head, and his gray eyes followed Russell: "For the matter of eating, it's enough to make a point, it's better to talk about the business."

(End of this chapter)