Baojian

Chapter 504

"Little Japan can't stand it a bit?"

Qin Feng, who was speaking Japanese with a Hokkaido accent and mixed in the team just now, had already hidden in the woods in front of the church open space, and he still had time to unwrap the compressed biscuit that Liu Zimo stuffed for him yesterday, and stuffed a piece into his mouth.

For Qin Feng, his main target this time is Alisandro. To deal with the Yamaguchi-gumi, he just hit the rabbit with grass and hit the rabbit.

It's just that Qin Feng is a little dissatisfied with the current battle situation in the arena.

At the beginning, because the Yamaguchi-gumi took the lead and killed five or six mafia members one after another, but after Alisandro pulled out the gun, the scene was reversed.

I have to say that Alisandro is a battle-tested ruthless man. When he shoots with a pistol, he doesn't aim at all, but he shoots wherever he points, and the gun doesn't miss.

In a blink of an eye, the people on the Yamaguchi-gumi's side who hadn't had time to hide were basically all shot by bullets, and all of them were hit between the eyebrows or in the heart. As long as they were shot, they would not be saved.

On the other hand, although Nakagawa from the Yamaguchi-gumi has superb swordsmanship, his use of modern weapons is far inferior to that of Alisandro. He watched Alisandro harvesting the lives of his men, so he could only hide in the big tree. Do it in a hurry.

Zhong Chuan saw the situation clearly, and the opponent was more fierce than Alisandro. If he was killed, the mafia would definitely not be his opponent without a leader. Get rid of it!"

"Yes, Lord Nakagawa!"

In terms of discipline, the Japanese are really impeccable. After Nakagawa gave the order, three or four Japanese gunmen rushed out from behind the tree without fear of death, and shot at Alisandro with their guns raised.

But courage is commendable, on the battlefield, strength is the most important thing, although Alisandro is bulky like a Russian polar bear, but his skills are very flexible.

Alisandro's shooting speed was very fast, and it was a blind shot. There was no need to aim at all. heart bombs.

If you want to come out of Siberia alive, you must have well-developed limbs, and your mind must not be simple, and you must also master a variety of skills. Using modern firearms is only the most basic item.

Alisandro slept with the gun almost every day during his eight years at the Siberian training camp.

Except for Alisandro himself, no one knows that the boxing champion in this world's black boxing world can also become an outstanding gun champion if he is placed in the army.

With a sound of "click", the bullets in Alisandro's gun ran out, and a Japanese gunman rushed out to take advantage of it, but unexpectedly, Alisandro rolled on the ground, picked up another pistol, and raised his hand. Killed the opponent.

Seeing that Alisandro was almost pressing down on more than a dozen of his own people, Nakagawa's face was ashen. Only then did he realize that the swordsmanship he had pursued all his life was nothing in front of modern firepower.

"idiot!"

In a fit of rage, Nakagawa pulled off the white cloth tied around his waist, wrapped it around his forehead, and shouted loudly, "Warriors of the Yamaguchi-gumi, come with me!"

Stretching out his hand and pulling out the famous sword bestowed by his master, Nakagawa's figure flickered, and he straightened up from behind the tree. With wrong steps, he held the sword high and rushed towards Alisandro in an S shape.

"idiot!"

Seeing Zhong Chuan rushing out, Alisandro turned his mouth up slightly, showing a ferocious smile, raised his right hand, and three bullets were shot out of the gun almost simultaneously, aiming at Zhong Chuan's eyebrows and left and right chests .

"ah!"

In the midst of the flashes of bullets, Zhong Chuan suddenly uttered a broken drink, and the sword raised above his head slammed down vertically.

With a crisp sound of "Dang!", the bullet that was shot in the face was unexpectedly hit by Zhongchuan forcefully. Although there was a gap in the blade of the sword, the bullet was actually blocked.

And at the same time as the sword was chopped, the two bullets that were originally shot at his chest on the side of Zhong Chuan's body also missed his clothes and flew past.

"Long live Master Zhongchuan!"

Seeing the scene of the sword splitting bullets, the Japanese were immediately invigorated, their eyes showed extreme fanaticism, and they all took off their upper body clothes and rushed out.

"Fuck, if this person's swordsmanship is improved, I'm afraid it will not be much worse than the instructors in the Siberia training camp back then?"

Seeing that the bullet he fired was blocked by Zhong Chuan, Alisandro was also shocked. It was not the first time he saw someone block a bullet with a weapon barrier. The kendo instructor back then was able to do the same.

At that time, Alisandro was only 13 years old. He and three fellows in the training camp took four pistols, stood 30 meters away and shot at the instructor from different directions, but none of the bullets could hit them. Instructor.

Although Zhong Chuan's kendo cultivation at this time is still far behind that of the instructor back then, his ability to block bullets with his sword shield shows that he has already comprehended the true meaning of kendo, and the rest needs to be practiced hard and accumulated experience.

Alejandro hesitated for a moment, and the firepower of the Japanese spread out. He could only hide behind a big tree, watching the mafia members around him keep getting shot and fell to the ground.

"Fuck, I'll show you what real marksmanship is today!" Seeing this scene, Alisandro was furious, and with a tiptoe, he picked up another pistol that had fallen on the ground into his hand.

"Three shots, five shots, eight shots..."

Alisandro's ears were constantly fluttering, and he was counting the bullets in the guns of the people outside. When he heard two "clicks" in succession, his body jumped out.

With two guns in hand, coupled with the shooting speed far exceeding the Japanese, the Japanese who had just rushed out suddenly fell to the ground. After dropping three corpses, they could only hide back in the woods.

Even Zhong Chuan couldn't withstand Alisandro's continuous shooting. With his current swordsmanship, he could only withstand two bullets at most. How could he withstand Alisandro's shooting?
After a spray of blood burst out from his shoulder, Zhong Chuan could only retreat back. This was because his subordinates tried their best to cover him, otherwise he might also fall under Alessandro's bullets.

"Master Zhongchuan, let's get out first!"

A Japanese in his early thirties, eyes full of grief and anger, they are the top shooters of the Yamaguchi-gumi, unexpectedly they were suppressed and beaten by Alejandro alone, this is a great shame for them .

However, they are not soldiers after all, and they don't have that kind of inexplicable sense of honor. If they resist now, they will only end in annihilation of the entire army, so some people have already thought of retreating.

"Okay, then let's retreat first..."

After being shot in the shoulder, Nakagawa no longer had the confidence he had before. He nodded after thinking for a while, and said, "I will ask Chuuno Sato to come to the United States. I believe he will not let us down!"

"Ninja?" After hearing Zhong Chuan's words, a low-pitched exclamation sounded from his side.

Ninja is a special profession unique to Japan. Its official name was determined in the Edo period, the Warring States period belonging to Japan, and it was also the era when ninjas were most active.

However, with the progress of the times, ninjas have gradually withdrawn from Japanese society. In modern times, only some high-ranking and underground organizations in Japan still support people with the professional status of ninjas.

These ninjas have a very high status in various gangs and clans in Japan, and it is extremely important to send out ninjas. I am afraid that Nakagawa can only invite Sato Chunin out in front of his master.

Among ninjas, they are divided into upper ninja, middle ninja, and lower ninja.

The Jōnin, also known as the Brain Tank Ninja, specializes in planning the overall combat steps. The Chunin is the commander of the actual combat. Of course, the ninjutsu of the Chunin must also be outstanding.

Lower ninja, also known as body ninja, is equivalent to a special warfare force. It is an actual ninja who fights at the forefront. There is a clear distinction between the three.

Although Jōnin does not perform actual combat missions such as assassination, he is the supreme commander in the ninja system, because all combat plans will be planned by Jōnin.

If you want to become a Jōnin, you have to start with body ninja, go through countless actual combat tests, and then be evaluated by the major gangs in Japan before you can be established as a Jōnin.

So even in Japan, the birthplace of ninjas, jounin is extremely rare. At present, Kikujiro is the only jounin recognized by everyone in Japan.

The Sato Chuunin that Nakagawa mentioned was also born under Kikujiro's family. He can be regarded as his senior brother, as proud as Nakagawa, but he has to admit that he is far inferior to Sato in terms of surprise and assassination.

"Master Zhong Chuan, since you can invite ninjas, then we will definitely get back our revenge!"

After hearing Nakagawa's words, the seven or eight Japanese who survived breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They were really scared by Alessandro, but now they found an excuse to retreat.

"We still have people on the outskirts, as long as we pass through this forest, we can meet people outside!" Zhong Chuan looked at the surrounding situation and immediately made a decision.

"Damn it, Alejandro didn't even shed a single hair. If you run into the woods, wouldn't my arrangement be in vain?"

Qin Feng, who was hiding more than ten meters away from Zhongchuan, became angry when he heard Zhongchuan's words. The mine traps he planted in the forest were all aimed at Alisandro.

"Master Zhongchuan, we haven't lost yet!"

Qin Feng reached out his hand and took out a grenade the size of a sweet potato from his waist, and shouted: "The warriors of my Yamaguchi-gumi will not retreat, we can still fight!"

"Baga, do you dare to disobey my order?"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Zhongchuan wished he could strangle him to death. He had already heard that the man speaking with a Hokkaido accent was the one who had previously encouraged a decisive battle with the mafia.

But before Zhong Chuan could strangle Qin Feng, a smoking oval iron ball suddenly flew over Zhong Chuan's head and flew straight to Alisandro more than 30 meters away.

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