Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

Hence, the name sickle weasel.

But for zombies, this technique cannot kill each other.

and so--

The right hand is in front and the left hand is behind, and the left hand tightly holds the hilt and the right arm together, blending the hilt and the arm into one, as if controlling a brand new sword with the left hand.At the same time, only rely on the waist as the starting point, combined with the rhomboid muscles to spread the force, and use the shoulders and upper arms to turn the body along the direction of the blade, thereby driving the wooden knife to press down to one side.

stand up flow·roll down

It is not for the purpose of stalking or cutting the throat, but treating the zombies as a sword blade to block their actions and knock them down. The technique of standing up and sealing the action is that even the sharp sword of Satsuma at the end of the Bakumatsu period can pass Avoiding its edge to suppress tricks.Cooperating with Zheng Yi's physical ability at this time, the male zombie who looked about the same height as Zheng Yi didn't have time to struggle and resist at all. It lost its balance in the first thrust and was pressed straight to the left with its upper body.Grasping this moment, Zheng Yi raised his leg and kicked the zombie's left ankle, and the two forces simultaneously caused it to fly horizontally.

Unlike the ease in Titan mode, Zheng Yi still retains a cautious and serious approach when facing these ordinary individuals as a human being.Even though this blow could actually be kicked out to hinder the subsequent zombies, he still chose the ankle that would not be bitten by the opportunity to attack.

But it is indeed a good choice to use this early bird as a roadblock to hinder the few remaining ordinary individuals.

"Drink!"

Concentrated on the blow, and the sound of exhaling was dull and hoarse, Zheng Yi quickly retracted the wooden knife and raised it over his shoulder.The back of the knife was pressed against the shoulder, and the blade went down over the shoulder to fit the right side of the body, both hands tightly grasped the handle of the knife, and the whole body paused slightly.

—— Immediately the wooden knife fell like a comet!

Shinto no-mind flow·Knock down

The strong impact was poured into the neck of the zombie by the thick wooden knife, and the corpse that was still flying across the air immediately fell to the ground in response to the force.Without looking at the zombie's completely broken neck and spine, Zheng Yi kicked the corpse forward like a football.

The rolling corpses collided with the feet of these staggering ordinary individuals, and several zombies fell down directly, struggling and squeezing each other on the ground, turning into rolling gourds.

From Zheng Yi rescuing the female reporter, to throwing down these ordinary individuals with a sword, it can be said to be lightning-fast. In the eyes of the photographer and female reporter who are sitting down behind, this boy who looks immature has a helpless smile Stepping into a critical situation, just the blink of an eye knocked down all the zombie groups that even several adults could not handle.

Or just relying on an ordinary-looking wooden knife, not a firearm.

Looking at the zombies on the ground, Zheng Yi hesitated for a moment, but when he realized that the police armed forces who were attacking at the roadblock not far away had noticed the movement here, and when someone was coming this way, he still chose to settle down first. of two people.

He took two steps back and glanced at the female reporter and photographer who had fallen to the ground from the corner of his eye.

"Can you stand up?"

The photographer nodded stupidly, and the female reporter was probably a veteran in the workplace, as she was wearing flat shoes and special protective equipment instead of a suit and leather shoes and high heels. There are several reporting experience in the fierce situation.

As expected, the female reporter only shifted her eyes for a moment, and quickly adjusted her mentality.Without needing Zheng Yi's help, he got up by himself, and even had enough energy to help the photographer stand up with the seemingly weightless equipment.

He raised his eyebrows, admiring Zheng Yi for the neatness of the female reporter. If he had time, he would definitely not be stingy with compliments, thumbs up, and his bright smile.

But the status quo is really not safe.

Zheng Yi, who had been focusing on the zombies, naturally saw the officers sent by the armed forces of the police station. They were two men of short stature. When they got closer, they could be seen as a combination of an old man and a young man.The old man may be in his forties, with a calm demeanor and vigorous steps. Judging from the muscles that hold up the police uniform high, he should have a strong foundation. He looks like an old frontline operator.On the other hand, the young man looked a little embarrassed, with sweat dripping from his somewhat flustered face, and there was a glint of water on his neat crew cut and thick eyebrows.

Well, old and new, very common combination of Metropolitan Police Department style.

When Zheng Yi was observing the combination of young and old, the old officers in the combination were also looking at him carefully. On the contrary, the young police officer next to him raised his gun and aimed it at the zombies on the ground, and was about to shoot. gun.

Forgive Zheng Yi for not knowing much about firearms. He only knew that the policeman was holding an automatic rifle, but he couldn't tell what model it was.

But there is one thing he still has a say in.

"Aim at the medulla oblongata, or shoot at the back of the forehead. Don't waste ammo."

When the words fell to the ground, the young police officer whose hands were still trembling was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zheng Yi, paused with his gun in hand, let out a long breath, and then carefully aimed at the heads of several zombies.

As for the old policeman, he didn't show any strange expression when Zheng Yi said this, he just looked thoughtfully at the wooden knife in Zheng Yi's hand, and then silently looked at Zheng Yi's body. shape and appearance.

After a few short gunshots, the zombies completely lost their movement.

Without the obstruction of these guys, the two police officers immediately walked around the pile of corpses and came to Zheng Yi and the TV team.

"Aren't you two injured?"

Facing the old policeman's question, the cameraman shook his head as if he was about to fall off, while the female reporter barely held up her smile and responded softly: "No, thanks to the help of this young man, we just got a little scare."

"Is that so..."

After silently observing the female reporter and photographer for a few seconds, the old police officer showed a trace of apology on his cold face, took off his hat and lowered his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, it was our negligence. These zombies should have slipped through the net inside the nearby houses, so they were able to bypass the front barricade defense line, which surprised the two of you."

"No, you're being serious, Inspector Miyamoto. We understand everyone's hard work and difficulties, so don't worry about it."

"Thank you for your understanding."

The middle-aged man, known as Inspector Miyamoto, twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an expression that seemed to be a smile. Then he put on his hat again, and turned to face Zheng Yi, who was always on guard.

"Young man, thank you for your help. Judging from your behavior, you should have been fighting alone for a while. I will ask the Shiratori Police Department to take you to the underground shelter in the rear. If you are separated from your family, there will be a place there." The list of asylum seekers and the specialized personnel who assist in the search for relatives. Now please retreat to the back with the two from the TV station, and you have just seen the degree of danger here."

Pointing to the young police officer at the side, Inspector Miyamoto made a serious statement.

Looking at the stern police inspector, Zheng Yi scratched his head and opened his mouth to speak.

PS:

Chapter push

"The "Literary Girl" Who Came Into the "White Album""

Author: Zero Saki Mikami

To put it simply, it is the story of a character who is not a time traveler who messed up in the plot of "Literary Girl"

Well, it is now being restarted, and the plot of the dream eater has been added!

Above

Chapter 22: You people run faster than anything else

Zheng Yi opened his mouth to speak, just in time to hear the photographer beside him muttering while holding his solid photography equipment.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not bad... ouch, why is it still broadcasting live?"

Speaking of which, the male cameraman seemed to be about to cut off the live broadcast.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi remembered one thing.

"Well, is it live broadcast now?"

"Ah, ah, yes!"

The male photographer who was shouted was stunned for a moment, and in a panic, he lifted the machine in his hand twice to adjust its position. There was still a little fear on the face of Yu Sheng after the catastrophe, but it could be seen that it would not affect him too much. action.

A little embarrassed, Zheng Yi scratched his cheeks, and looked at the photographer and the female reporter with a smirk.

"Well, if it's convenient, I have a request..."

"Do you want to get in touch with lost family and friends through live broadcast?"

The female reporter on the side wiped off the makeup that was smudged on her face due to the fall and shock, put away the mottled handkerchief, and asked Zheng Yi.

"Well, it is."

Although the content is somewhat different, but he really hoped to get in touch with Budao and the director through this method, so Zheng Yi hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

Seeing Zheng Yi nodding, the male photographer immediately put the camera on his shoulder, patted his chest with his free left hand, and smiled honestly.

"It's a small matter! Brother, you saved both of our lives, what a big deal it was for you to be on TV last time!"

"Oh, oh, thank you."

Facing the enthusiasm of the photographer, Zheng Yi shrank his neck a little uncomfortable, showed a slightly shy and embarrassed expression towards the camera, raised his finger to the camera, and asked in a low voice to the two: "Well, this is the beginning ?"

"Of course, brother, you can directly say what you want to say!"

"Thank you."

Rubbing his cheeks with his eyes closed, Zheng Yi took a deep breath, opened his eyes and faced the camera, with a sassy smile on his face as always.

"Everyone in Fujimi Gakuen, if you happened to see this scene, then you are very lucky that it is live broadcast now. Thanks to the small gift from Bujima-senpai and Hirano-san, I have not encountered any accidents, and I am still alive and kicking Zheng Yijun."

As Zheng Yi said, he shook his wrist flamboyantly, and the wooden knife, which had already been stained badly with all kinds of blood and brain matter, twirled nimbly against his palm, like a gorgeous flower in full bloom.

"Time is running out, so I won't play tricks. For everyone who happens to see this, I have only one sentence to convey—"

The shaking of the wrist calmed down, and the five fingers tightly clasped the handle of the knife that had slipped into the palm, and the illusory flowers disappeared, and the petals were gathered to hide the mystery in Zheng Yi's hands.

The boy smiled and said to the camera.

"Please transfer immediately according to the original plan. You don't need to wait for me or search for me. When I see you next time, I hope everyone's smiles are as sincere and beautiful as I remember."

Raising his left hand, which was not holding the wooden knife, Zheng Yi gave a thumbs up to the camera. His sassy smiling face somehow became a kind of silly relaxation, but it made the noses of the female reporters and photographers watching this scene inexplicably tingle.

"Trust me, no problem! Above!"

Naturally, it is impossible to only have such a few words to say. Zheng Yi has a lot of things he wants to talk to everyone who may be sitting on the other side of the camera, and also wants to hear everyone tell him about the encounters along the way and the current situation.

Want to know how everyone is doing.

I want to let everyone know how I am doing now.

I want everyone not to worry about themselves.

I want everyone to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

want to--

"Well, that's all, thank you."

Maintaining a smile, Zheng Yi withdrew his left hand, moved away from the camera's capture range, and nodded with the photographer at the same time to indicate that he had finished speaking.

But the photographer just looked at Zheng Yi with a hesitant expression, then turned to look at the female reporter, and didn't immediately put down the camera on his shoulder and turn it off.

"Is that all right?"

"that's it."

Staring at the young man who appeared as her savior, the female reporter carefully examined every part of his face, from the pretty eyebrows to the thin lips, from the straight nose bridge to the flat jaw, at this moment It was only then that she discovered that this young man, whom she had always thought was still young, had a rather hard-line and calm appearance.It's just that every time the boy sees people, the pair of piercing black eyes always show the smiles of his loved ones, and the corners of his lips that outline a warm curve also wash away the coldness of those thin lips. On the contrary, it only teaches people to immerse themselves in the hearty heart from the inside out, but they can't see the perseverance and persistence hidden in the bottom.

Shaking her head helplessly, the female reporter waved to the photographer.

"...Kenta, turn off the camera."

"oh oh!"

"Thank you, ma'am."

"This is the third time you say thank you, brother Zheng Yi. But if you have to thank me several times for small things, then I, who was saved by you, have to take some practical actions now?"

"Do not……"