I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

The falling Death Star is a pure cardboard shell, light and light, but Kazuma didn't expect the Death Star to kill people. He just wanted to block the enemy's sight.

He wanted to retreat, but then the young child would die, wouldn't he be in vain?

It's not as good as not coming down at the beginning and just sitting on the sidelines.

Therefore, Kazuma does not intend to retreat at all. It is the best time to attack if the line of sight is blocked.

Kazuma took the rifle of the enemy who had taken the body search, used the rifle as a wooden knife, and put the opponent to the ground in three or two strokes.

Immediately after he gripped the gun, he pulled the trigger when facing the front.

Kazuma knows where the average person is, so I don’t worry about getting hurt by shooting.

He also didn't expect this blind fight to hit someone, his purpose was just to get the opponent to get on the ground.

After emptying the magazine, Kazuma once again held the gun as a stick in his hand and rushed to the booth next to it.

This hard paper shell is a hindrance, it is better to go around the booth, after all, the booth has a roof.

As a result, as soon as he progressed to the stage, he saw an enemy on the opposite side just rushing in—

Kazuma directly smashed the gun in his hand.

This gun also weighed nearly three kilograms, and it was thrown over and smashed into a barrage.

The other party conditioned to raise the gun, but was smashed into the head unexpectedly.

Kazuma took advantage of this gap and shortened the distance to the point where the advantage of firearms could not be used.

Because there is no knife in his hand, Kazuma can only use karate to deal with it. Kazuma hits the opposite cheekbone with the first punch, and then cuts a hand knife on the throat, almost not denting the opposite throat. Go in.

After taking two heavy blows in a row, the opponent was still not fainted. Obviously, the anti-strike ability was much better than the few people who had just been brought down by Kazuma disguised as A Zhai.

The other side drew the dagger and stabbed at Kazuma, but was flashed by the Kazuma enchantingly, and then grabbed his wrist.

Kazuma knocked the opponent's wrist heavily on the set of the booth next to him, knocked the knife off his hand, and then greeted the opposite forehead with a head mallet.

This hit Kazuma's head buzzing, and the next moment he felt that his whole person was light and light.

Opposite is more confused than Kazuma, after all, he has been hit continuously, and it is good that he hasn't fainted now.

Kazuma grabbed the goods by the shoulders and inserted his head into the display cabinet of this booth. The glass of the display cabinet shattered, and all the parts above his shoulders went into the display cabinet, and he finally passed out. Up.

Kazuma ran away. He didn't detour to fight this kind of trash fish. He wanted to detour to fight the opposing boss.

Catch the thieves first!

Kazuma rushed to the exit on the other side of the booth. As soon as he stepped out, he saw that the boss had raised his gun and aimed at this side.

He braked sharply, rolled back, and did it all in one go.

The sound of blasting followed one after another.

Kazuma was lying on the ground and holding his head, blocking the broken glass falling like raindrops with his hands.

If it weren't for the ability to roll back, I just explained it.

Realizing that I had a face-to-face encounter with the **** of death Kazuma, my head was sweaty, my breathing was rushed because of the massive adrenaline secretion, and my heart was beating like a drum, beating wildly.

Kazuma waited for the opposite side to stop, grabbed a shattered dummy and threw it out. Sure enough, when the opposite saw the dummy, it opened fire again.

Like to pretend to change? I was almost fooled by your subordinates just now, how could I be fooled again.

The shooting stopped again and Kazuma decided to take a bet. After all, the opponent had swept for several seconds. The M16 they took did not look like they had used an extended magazine, at most 30 rounds.

This should be done with splashing water.

Kazuma got up and rushed out.

The other party just removed the magazine, and when he saw Kazuma came out, he—

Smash the gun with the magazine at Kazuma, and at the same time pull out the Glock automatic pistol on the waist.

This thing looks like a pistol, but it is actually a submachine gun.

Kazuma recognizes it because it is the default weapon for terrorists in CS.

So he rolled back again.

**

Li Zhenghe grabbed the trigger and finished shooting the bullets in the pistol-this gun was good, but the rate of fire was too fast and it was too easy to shoot out the bullets.

He threw Glock away, pulled out two M1911s from his coat, and pointed both guns at the stage where the guy was hiding.

Not far behind him, his subordinates used regular shots to suppress the enemy's accomplices hidden on the ceiling.

Li Zhenghe saw that his subordinates used a machete to cut the dead star out of the cardboard shell, and he shouted, "Go! Copy him from another bread, don't get close to the fight! This guy is also hasty to fight, he doesn't have a spear!"

Originally, Li Zhenghe thought it was calculated by the CIA's super spy, but now it seems that the other party was just by mistake and happened to be in the SF conference venue.

Maybe someone is a science fiction fan, this time I came to participate in the event.

The subordinates obeyed the orders and cut to the waist, set up the gun and aimed at the booth that Li Zhenghe was aiming at, which happened to form a crossfire with Li Zhenghe.

No matter how good a spy is, he will be beaten into a hornet's nest in the face of cross fire.

"Surrender!" Li Zhenghe shouted, "the moment you came out of the dark, there is no chance of winning! If you can survive this time, you can reflect on why you came out of the dark! With your skill, you have been in the dark. , Could have killed us so much!"

**

Kazuma was hiding in the booth. His hand was cut several times by broken glass. Although it was not fatal, the pain in his heart made him feel bad.

In his previous life, he would definitely agree with the other party's words.

In the Kazuma of the last life, I was the most annoyed to see the kind of plot that, in order to save one or two people or even a dog, he fought hard without thinking that more people would die after he died.

In the previous Kazuma, he did not hesitate on the issue of sacrificing a few to save the majority-at least he himself felt that he would not hesitate.

He will choose a plan that sacrifices the minority and saves the majority.

Now it seems that what people don't understand the most is themselves.

When Kazuma thought about it this way, I suddenly saw a man in the booth falling to the ground.

She was a girl, with a lot of blood under her body, and she seemed hopeless.

She looked at the ceiling of the booth blankly.

Kazuma raised his head, only then did he realize that this booth was actually a DreamWorks booth. The ceiling of the booth was made to look like the top of an Egyptian tomb. A beam of light penetrated through the "hole" in the ceiling. As if the brilliance from heaven.

Kazuma retracted his gaze and stared at the profile of the dead girl. She looks pretty good, there should be many suitors.

To say that this kind of girl's death is "no way" and "necessary sacrifice", this kind of thing, I Kiryuu Kazuma can't do it.

Those who make calm calculations and give up a few to save the majority can be called a wise man, they can be called a strategist, but they cannot be called a hero.

Those who do their best to save everyone are called heroes.

My Kiryuu Kazuma, my current identity is not a wise man, not a planner, nor a super spy.

I am a hero.

Now, Kazuma has fallen into an unusually passive situation because of the hero's actions.

Through the reflection of broken glass nearby, Kazuma probably knew that it was being held up by crossfire.

He can also hear the regular shooting sound, which should be suppressing Nanjo-this relieves Kazuma, he at least knows Nanjo is okay.

This is not the worst place yet.

Just now, Kazuma had a close face-to-face with the opposite boss, and clearly saw the entry above the other’s head. That guy has a level 22 taekwondo. If Kazuma has a sword in his hand, he can still fight. Give it a try.

There is no sword now, just relying on the street fighting and karate abilities of Kazuma, even if you can get close to each other, you can't do it.

It seems that there is no turning over.

But Kazuma doesn't want to just give up like this.

Although the situation is very desperate, maybe, maybe you can create a chance for a heads-up by just slaps on the opponent?

The opponent clearly had the advantage, but did not attack, and chose to start talking, which means that the opponent did not know the details of his side.

Moreover, this enemy feels like a guy who will face off against his opponent.

Combining the opponent's 22-level taekwondo level, and the entry in Kazuma that was too late to see clearly, it is quite possible that the opponent is a martial artist.

There is value in a bet.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Kazuma spoke up.

"I wonder if you have ever heard a poem?" he asked loudly.

"I've heard more poems," the other party's answer came back immediately, his mid-air voice was very loud in the quiet exhibition hall, "Maybe you don't believe me, I'm actually an artist."

"Yes, then you should have heard this English poem."

Kazuma glanced at the young girl who had fallen in a pool of blood again, and had feelings brewing.

"The gatekeeper Horesius said..."

After he read the first sentence, the boss of the other party said: "Thomas McCaulay's "Heresius on the Bridge" is a product of the capitalist heroic view of history."

The response of the other party gave Kazuma some confidence, maybe this is really possible.

Kazuma glanced at the unknown girl who fell in a pool of blood, and continued to read:

"Everything in the world is mortal.

"In this case, it is a supreme glory to guard the ashes of the ancestors and the temples of the gods, and to fight against powerful enemies to die."

Kazuma paused, and suddenly thought of the boy who had just been kidnapped. I don’t know if he is hiding now.

Or is the child crying on the remains of his dead father?

I don’t know if the child’s mother is also taken hostage.

Kazuma reads the next sentence affectionately: "In order to protect the mother who loved me back then, to protect the wife who is now nurturing young children..."

Kazuma glanced at the girl who fell in a pool of blood again.

"To protect the pure girls who will ignite the eternal fire!

"Protect everyone from the shameless villain Sextus,

"How glorious is such a death!

"Your Excellency, please order the bridge to be demolished! Let's use three manpower against the 1,000 enemy troops on the bridge!

"Come on, which two warriors are going to guard the bridge side by side with me?"

After all, Kazuma stood up abruptly and appeared at the exit of the booth.

The enemy with a gun on the side opened fire.

The other party was obviously paralyzed by the situation where both parties started to talk about it. Unexpectedly, Kazuma would come out suddenly, the aiming position was slightly off, and the bullet just grazed the shoulder of Kazuma.

But the opponent should correct his aim immediately, and Kazuma will undoubtedly be beaten into dice.

"Stop!" the enemy leader shouted, preventing his men from continuing to shoot Kazuma.

He looked directly at Kazuma and threw away the two M1911s in his hand.

"Picture us as shameless villain Sextus, and then you go to death generously as a hero. Hmph, it's beautiful to think about it."

As he spoke, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

Judging from the sound of his coat landing, his coat was full of weapons.

Under his overcoat is a plaid shirt with an armed chest hanging on the outside. Under the short sleeves of the plaid shirt, there is a strong muscle that matches his taekwondo level.

"It deserves to be from the psychological warfare department of the CIA. One of our tasks is to promote our philosophy, so that you can't play like this." The other side began to say things that Kazuma didn't understand.

As he said, he untied the arm chest strap and the things hanging on it, and threw it to the ground as well.

After taking off the pile of "loads", he pulled away and put on the kickboxing style of taekwondo.

"Come on, let me see if your fighting skills are as professional as your psychological warfare skills."

At this time, Kazuma also saw clearly the entry above the opponent's head.

In addition to taekwondo level 22, and the code name 5971, there is a separate entry on the opponent's head.

Piper

Just looking at the entry is a bit unclear, it reminds me of the guy who abducted the child while playing the flute in the western conversation.

Originally, Kazuma wanted to look at the explanation of the entry, and maybe I could understand something, but this time the entry didn’t even have the usual explanation of unclear meaning.

It's the same as Amao's entry.

At this time, seeing a permanent entry of unknown meaning on the head of the enemy makes Kazuma feel very bad.

"Why? Don't you put up a posture? You can defeat so many of my companions, and the melee skills should be good. Or, you were actually shot, and now you are just holding on?"

"No, I was not shot." Kazuma shook his head.

"Huh. Just now you stood facing the shot without blinking your eyes. It is indeed quite fierce. In order to show my respect for your courage, I promise you that I will not torture your female partner later, and kill cleanly. Sent to accompany you."

Sure enough, this group of people had already seen that Nanjo was a woman. After all, they were professional, so they still had this vision.

Kazuma raised his eyebrows, his own decision, now even Nanjo's life is at stake.

But it is strange that he does not regret it.

He was pretty sure that if time went back and gave him another choice, he would still come out of the shadows for the child he never knew.

Why on earth?

Is it because you have seen Amao's growth and transformation?

Kazuma doesn't understand.

He only knows that this feeling is not bad, it is not bad.

The hero is to do his best to save everyone who wants to save.

This world needs people who are smart and cold, who can make the right choices. They are an indispensable and important role in human society.

But it seems that it is not his role in Kiryuu Kazuma.

Kazuma looked at the "piper~www.readwn.com~ who still doesn't know his real name and surname" and said, "I specialize in kendo. Can you give me a sword? "

"The piper" laughed loudly: "You don't prepare your weapons on the battlefield yourself. This is your mistake. Take the consequences of this mistake now. I hope there will be regret medicine in heaven."

"You make sense." Kazuma said, looking around, reaching for the steel pipe that was brought down from the roof and hung on the ground when the "Death Star fell" just now.

Watching Kazuma moved, the two guys who had been glaring at Kazuma immediately became nervous, but the piper waved his hand: "Let him pick it up!"

Kazuma picked up the pipe and waved it a few times.

To be honest, it feels a bit weird, and the steel pipe does not have a hand guard, so some moves that require hand guard pick-and-roll cannot be used.

But this is better than using the karate you just practiced to fight people.

Kazuma poses in the middle of kendo and takes a deep breath.

"Natural rationality flow, teacher generation

Kiryuu Kazuma

See ginseng! "

The piper froze for a moment, and then laughed: "Kazuma? Kiryuu Kazuma? It's you? Did you chase from Tokyo to Osaka on purpose? No, no, it's impossible. So, are you really just accidental here?"

"Is this important?" Kazuma asked rhetorically.

"No, it doesn't matter. You killed seven of my old men in Tokyo. I actually don't have much obsession with revenge, but when the opportunity arises, I am also happy to do something that can make me blow in front of the old men's grave. Bragging things."

The piper posed a new pose. Although the movements were exactly the same as before, the aura he exuded was not at all an order of magnitude.

He didn't need to lose to the volume of the self-reported house in Kazuma just now and roared:

"Northern Tang Shou Jiudan

Li Zhenghe

Exhibits a lot! "

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