I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

Latest website: Yi Mingmin was very nervous at this time, and there was chaos on the radio, full of the screams of his comrades ignited by incendiary bombs.

Yi Mingmin has undergone harsh training, is one of the elites out of 10,000, and has had actual combat experience several times, but this is the first time he has seen him in this scene.

Compared with this time, the previous "actual combat" is basically pediatrics.

The enemy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and didn't even know what the enemy's body was. If the mobile unit of the Japanese police had come in, Yi Mingmin would not be as hopeless as he is now.

Now he looked at everything like an enemy in hiding, and the darkness around him seemed to hide thousands of troops.

There was a voice in Yi Mingmin yelling: "Shoot, no matter what it is, just do it when you see suspicious things!"

Just then, the radio began to play music.

Yi Mingmin looked up at the nearest loudspeaker in confusion—why do you want to play music? What is Captain Lee thinking?

**

a few minutes ago.

Koto Takamiyama, a junior student of the Department of Applied Physics at Kyoto University, brought two younger students from the same university’s radio department and a junior student from the physics department of Osaka University who had been supported by them. They cut off the control of the broadcasting system, and then The line was pulled to a temporary broadcasting station modified with landline telephones, tape recorders, and equipment requisitioned from the light tone department.

"The circuit is finished." The Osaka University classmate was responsible for making the circuit, and he gave a thumbs up to Takamiyama as he spoke.

Takamiyama Akira picked up the telephone receiver, this has been changed to a microphone: "I am Musca Ozu, we are carrying out operations to save everyone, those who are capable, please join us..."

"Wait a minute, what the **** is Muska Ozo?" The one from Osaka University interrupted Takamiyama Akira.

"My pen name." Takamiyama Akira said.

"What's the matter, and I haven't heard of making this declaration. Didn't it mean playing music to disturb the enemy?"

"My declaration is also a part of disturbing the enemy."

"Okay, play the music, it's a pot of porridge below, who listens to your declaration."

"Indeed, but I declared half of it, you have to let me finish? Otherwise, everyone will feel like we are unreliable..."

"Don't worry," the man from Osaka University smiled triumphantly. "You just took the receiver to talk, and I cut the radio for you. There may be a few slower areas where you can hear your first two or three words, no It doesn't matter.

"Listen, don't do unnecessary things, follow Mr. Kiryu's plan and implement it well!"

The students of Osaka University directly added an awesome title to Kazuma. However, none of the people present felt that there was something wrong with this honorific title.

Akira Takamiyama curled his lips, reluctantly put down the receiver, pressed the button, and started to play music—he was inspired by the song "Heresius on the Bridge" from the previous Kiryuu Kazuma and chose a very Roman music.

"You Will Come Back in Lightning" was written by the Greeks to miss Constantine XI, and Horesius was also a hero of Rome and a hero of the Roman Republic.

Speaking of Rome, of course, if it is the Republic, the non-republican Rome is just a parody of the glory of Rome.

**

Yi Mingmin was distracted by the sudden play of music. He realized that he had a very big flaw now and he might be caught.

The moment he realized this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and the veterans all said that distracting himself on the battlefield would lose his life.

Yi Mingmin hurriedly withdrew his attention and energized him—

So he saw the darkness ahead pounce on him.

He was stunned for a moment, only to realize that it was a person killed in the dark.

The person holding the shining Japanese sword made Yi Mingmin feel confused. If the other party took the gun, he might have reacted.

Why do you still take a Japanese sword in this era? At this critical moment, Yi Mingmin's brain only has this idea.

But his body, which has undergone a lot of training, still made the correct response, turning the muzzle and holding the trigger.

The gun did not go off.

Mainly because Yi Mingmin has lost his finger that can hold the trigger.

Normally, after cutting off Yi Mingmin’s fingers, the knife will get stuck on the gun, but the man who started with the sword is extremely skillful, and the distance is very good. The blade just cuts off Yi Mingmin’s fingers, and the tip of the knife is scratched. When passing the M16 plastic shell, only a shallow scratch is left.

Yi Mingmin hadn't realized that he could no longer pull the trigger. At this time, his brain finally realized that it was time to shoot and issued the command to pull the trigger.

The knife light flashed again, this time it was Yi Mingmin's wrist that was disconnected.

Seeing the blood in the hand arteries pour out from the cross section, Yi Mingmin's brain finally caught up with the rhythm of his body, so he began to scream.

At this time, the partner of Yi Mingmin who was alerting the other direction knew that something was wrong with Yi Mingmin. He turned around and shot directly, but this actually killed him, because the other assailant was waiting for him to turn around.

The sword technique of the other attacker was obviously not as exquisite as the first one, but the powerful sword technique was so powerful that the light of the sword flashed through an arm and disappeared.

The M16, which lost its restraint, lifted its muzzle up under the push of recoil, and fired upwards.

At this time, Yi Mingmin had a knife in his chest, and the blade pierced his pectoralis major muscle, piercing his lungs through the gap between the two ribs.

Blood rushed up the trachea, and the salty smell of death filled his mouth.

Yi Mingmin realized that he was dying, so he tried his best to shout out the clearest thought that had passed through his mind at this moment: "Mom..."

**

Kiryuu Kazuma pulls out Tiger Toru and shouts to the fallen enemy: "You can support yourself first, and I will find someone to treat you immediately."

Jin Ma Jian was shocked: "Is this man dead? Are you still looking for someone to treat it?"

"No, I avoided the point."

"Your sister, you chopped off the manpower, and you let the blood out."

"No, he is not dead yet. Just now he called his mother to come. I can hear it clearly." Kazuma said while rushing to the next group of enemies.

Because of the broadcast and various reasons, the other group of enemies did not realize that their companions had been touched.

If they find that there is a problem now and turn their guns to fire here, at this distance, Kazuma and Kenichi can only temporarily avoid the edge.

Now the two hunched their bodies and ran towards the enemy with a knife in one hand.

And don't know why, both of them subconsciously imitated the running posture of the sword lords in the sword halberd film when they even beheaded the formation.

This posture may not run faster, but it is really cool.

The enemy noticed the two of Kazuma with the last few steps left.

Kazuma heard the enemy shout something in Korean.

He saw the enemy turned the muzzle around, and decided to give up the assault to avoid its sharp edge—

However, at this time, on the roof of the booth to the left of the enemy, a person suddenly stood up. This person held the Coke bottle in his hand and shouted, "Eat my Molotov cocktail!"

The two Koreans turned their guns without saying a word, and swept towards the roof.

However, the man shouted and hid behind the only iron part of the roof. The bullet tore the cardboard shell and the plastic roof, clanging a series of sparks on the iron plate.

The next moment, Kazuma, which gave up dodge and chose to go straight, rushed to the range where the knife could attack.

He waved the knife with one hand, slashing from the bottom up, and the tip of the knife just swept across the enemy's wrist.

—Damn, this tiger Che is a little shorter than the authentic, the distance is really hard to grasp!

Jianhao sometimes likes to use a knife all the time, not only loves that one, but he is used to the length and weight of that one.

Many swordsmen in history used their own swords as if they had opened a swastika, and they used other swords to directly transform back into mortals.

Kazuma used an unfamiliar knife, and the result was that it was cut up and clicked. This time the enemy only injured his left hand. He turned to use a gun with one hand to give Kazuma a bit of color. So Kazuma can only make up for it.

The enemy's gun finally fell to the ground, and he himself made a noise that couldn't distinguish between a scream and a war roar, and slammed into Kazuma, as if he was about to pull a city back from Kazuma with his teeth.

Kazuma kicked the enemy to the ground.

"Next!" Kazuma turned his head and shouted to Jin Ma Jian, "It's enough to abolish the combat power, quickly! We must cut down the eight people allocated to us before the enemy reacts!"

Nearly Ma Jian nodded, so the two rushed to the next "post" again.

When passing by the booth where the one who just attracted attention, Kazuma looked up and asked: "Are you okay?"

The man on the roof stretched out a hand and shook the Coke bottle in his hand.

Kazuma thought he had just thrown out the Coke bottle as a Molotov cocktail, but he didn't expect that he could not bear the remaining Coke in the bottle.

This guy is kind of interesting.

Looking back, everything is over, maybe I can recognize it.

**

The hostage Zhong Ma Bozhi and several of his colleagues in the convention and exhibition center were locked in the office together. There were also many unrecognized faces of Zhong Ma Bozhi in the same office.

He estimated that the unlucky ones who didn't have time to run in the exhibition hall today are all here.

An hour and a half ago, a few girls in the uniforms of the convenience store in the Convention and Exhibition Center came over and sent a wave of bread and water to Zhongma Bozhi and others.

Originally, Zhongma Bozhi also expected that there would be a note hidden in the bread and water, with a message calling for a series of resistance—but he rummaged through the bread and water, but he didn't see it.

Sure enough, that kind of movie plot cannot happen in reality.

As soon as Zhongma Bozhi thought this way, the riot began.

At the beginning of the explosion, Zhongma Bozhi thought it was the kidnappers who were threatening the government.

Immediately afterwards, the situation became chaotic. There were constant explosions, screams and gunfire outside the office, causing an old senior who was about to retire in the next department to lament that he seemed to be back on the front line of Guadalcanal.

Zhongma Bozhi originally wanted to ask what happened, so he knocked on the office door.

The gangster guarding outside the office said impatiently: "See, what's the matter with you? Can't you just stay quiet?"

"Well, we want to ask what happened. It sounds very chaotic." Zhongma Bozhi tried his best to maintain politeness and decency.

However, what he was waiting for was not a response from outside, but gunfire.

Accompanied by the sound of "West," the gun rang, and one of Zhongmabo thought for a moment that he was killed by the gangster through the door, and then found out that he was not the target of the gangster.

About seven or eight bullets were swept by M16 outside the corridor, and the gunshots were replaced by screams.

Then came the sound of blunt instruments.

After two very heavy "pounces", the corridor became quiet.

"Are there staff from the Convention and Exhibition Center?"

A very young voice came from outside.

Zhongmabo was in ecstasy. He didn't know what happened. It seemed that someone had knocked down the guard at the door.

He was about to respond to the outside when the broadcast was started for no reason.

"I'm…"

A voice that Ma Bozhi had never heard before came out of the radio speakers.

After saying "I am", the broadcast stopped abruptly.

Zhongma Bozhi wondered: "What the **** is going on? What is the situation now?"

The next moment, the radio was "rebroadcast" again, but this time no one spoke and the music was played directly.

Zhongma Bozhi has never heard this song, but some of my colleagues heard it: "This is you who will return like lightning? Why do you play this song?"

"Maybe you think it sounds powerful?" another person guessed.

Zhongma Bozhi just wanted to participate in a colleague's discussion, but the people outside the door repeated the question again.

Then there was another voice urging the questioner: "Maybe the enemy noticed that we used the workers in the convenience store to spy on the military situation, and temporarily changed the position of detention. How about we withdraw?"

Zhongma Bozhi finally remembered the important things now.

"Someone is inside! Someone is inside!" Zhongma Bozhi repeatedly shouted, "Don't withdraw, save us!"

There were several voices shouting at the same time outside: "There are some people! Get them out!"

Immediately afterwards, the person who asked the question to Zhongma Bozhi said: "Please step back, and we are going to open this door, for fear of accidentally hurting some of them."

After hearing this, the colleagues of Bozhi in China and Malaysia ran back and shouted as they ran: "They are going to blow up the door, go back!"

Before Zhongma Bozhisa Yazi started to run, a fire axe pierced the door of the office and forcibly cut a hole from the door panel.

To be honest, this scene is a bit pervasive, and Zhongma Bozhi doesn't know why he feels this way.

A few seconds later, the seemingly indestructible door of the office was smashed in half, leaving only the locks of the robbers hanging on the door intact.

Soon the door of the office was the only lock left intact.

People dressed as college students stepped on the melody that I will return like lightning and entered the room: "Several people, we are evacuating the crowd through a safe passage. Please follow me. The girls who are convenient but say you have the wounded here, who is it? ?"

Nunuzui: "That's the table on the table."

The college student looked back and winked, so the two college students came in with a folding stretcher—a place like the Convention and Exhibition Center, from time to time to deal with tourists' heatstroke, and first aid equipment such as folding stretchers.

The college students swiftly carried the wounded away.

Zhongma Bozhi followed the wounded stretcher directly out of the large office where he was detained for more than four hours, and was almost smoked back by a burnt smell of meat as soon as he left the house.

He fixed his eyes and saw that something on the ground that looked like a human was burning. The intense nausea made him almost vomit on the spot.

At this time, the university student who saved the life took the M16 and asked loudly: "This is a captured weapon. Is there a former self-defense officer here?"

Zhongma Bozhi raised his hand: "I am."

The college student threw the gun to Bozhi Zhongma: "Then you can use it. Mr. Kiryu said that we untrained people who use guns indiscriminately not only fail to hit people, but also put our own people in danger."

Zhongma Bozhi nodded: "The Kiryu-sama is right."

While talking, he took the M16 handed by the college student and checked it skillfully.

At this time he heard his colleague mutter: "Kiryu...is it Kiryu Yima?"

"Who?"

"It's the one in the newspaper, the one that was super popular some time ago."

"Oh, I remember, it was the descendant of modern ninjutsu?"

Suddenly, the college student who had just been shouting "Master Kiryu" yelled and interrupted the small chat among friends of Bozhi Zhongma: "Is it time for small talk? The enemy is powerful, and Master Kiryu is doing his best to attract the enemy's attention. Create a chance for you to escape! Don’t be ignorant of promotion! Move fast, get out quickly!"

**

At the same time, Kiryuu Kazuma cut down the last enemy assigned to him and completed his "share".

He wiped the knife while turning his head to look at Ma Jianyi, but suddenly realized that Ma Jianyi's expression was a bit complicated.

Kazuma thought for a while, felt that it could only be the reason, and then said: "The first time you kill, you will be uncomfortable. Even if you know that this is a legitimate defense, you know the villain to kill, you can’t avoid this. ."

Jin Ma Jianyi turned his head and looked at Kazuma: "Is this your personal experience?"

"No," Kazuma shook his head, "You may not believe it, I haven't killed anyone until now. The enemies so far, although the damned are dead, I killed none of them."

Jin Ma Jian glanced at the enemy who had fainted at his feet in Kazuma.

This enemy is obviously on the verge of bleeding and shock, and Kazuma did not take any rescue measures. Considering that this situation will definitely cause him to be sent to the hospital in time, this enemy is afraid that there will be more fortunes.

"Senior, you don't want to say that as long as you don't kill you directly, you don't count as killing, do you?" Jin Ma Jian asked.

Kazuma shook his head: "No. I'll tell you the truth..."

Before Kazuma had time to say, a big figure fell from the sky, and when it landed, it made Kazuma feel like a mountain shaking.

At this time, the eyes of Kazuma had completely adapted to the darkness, and he recognized at a glance that this guy who fell from the sky was Li Zhenghe.

As soon as Li Zhenghe landed, he began to applaud: "Amazing, amazing! Such a riot was organized in such a short time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, your work efficiency is much better than the CIA."

"Thanks to your presence constantly reminding me that even if it takes a second, innocent people may die." Kazuma said coldly, while returning the wiped knife into its sheath—he I have become more and more accustomed to pursuing a sense of ritual. At this time, returning the knife to the sheath is part of the sense of ritual.

Kazuma carried the already sheathed Hu Che, stared at Li Zhenghe and said coldly:

"We haven't figured out the victory or defeat this afternoon."

Kazuma said while slowly pulling out the knife that had just been sheathed.

With every inch drawn, the arc that looks like a crescent moon grows by an inch.

"It happens to be hit now, come on, you and I are the only one who can get out of this museum alive."

Li Zhenghe laughed, and then took out two Rebetta pistols from the holster of his waistband.

He said: "Just to my liking!"