Chapter 48: Soldiers and Villains
Just when Yi Chen was exasperated and running away spitting blood within the wilderness, the flight that Stromgen and his team took arrived in Tokyo, Japan. With forged passports in hand, to be honest, Stromgen was still a little weak, the previous missions were all clandestine infiltration, the raid immediately after the retreat, where has this kind of experience in the grand entry through the customs?
In contrast, the soldiers were more accustomed to the way of retreating afterwards: through some smuggling or smuggling channels, through South Korea, and after reacquiring legal passports and stay documents, they joined a tour group and went straight back to Europe. To avoid attention, Stromgen had come in three groups, on three different airlines.
Pulling his canvas bag out of the overhead bin, Stromgen disembarked from the plane with fifteen of his subordinates in a row, the two stewardesses looking at two of the handsome lads with smiles and geniuses wondering what was going on between them.
Raising his eyes, Stromgen hailed a couple of cabs at the address Yiduan had given them and rushed to a small, hidden warehouse in Shibuya, Tokyo, where he hooked up with the Japanese there.
The Japanese prepared two minivans, a detailed map of Tokyo, a GP locator and other items for them, and the leader who received Stromgen said with a smile, "This is a gift from our boss, a gift, first time in Japan? Welcome, haha, have a good time. Here's your stuff, it's already loaded."
Stromgen didn't move and counted all the items, greeted his subordinates and left the place as soon as possible, then turned back and said, "Your English, you speak it really badly. Maybe because I am not English either, I can barely understand you. I really hope you don't go to England in your life, or else the conservative English will throw you into the North Sea because their language is spoiled like this by you."
A few Japanese smiled awkwardly, and Stromgen threw a wad of banknotes at them, "In any case, your service is good, and I more than appreciate the hard work as well as the willingness of you Japanese." Stromgen also had a sentence hidden in his heart, "Of course, you bunch of trash, as long as you can make money, you can ship arms into your own country."
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Yi Chen gasped as he poured down a cup of strong tea and shook his head, "I finally understand why the 'Mountain of Light' has never been taken away. That Arthur's strength, it's very terrifying. Although it's not his own true power, even if I am now, I don't necessarily think I'll be able to escape from under him in one piece."
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Phyllis big heartedly observed his ** lower body, until convinced that easy dust without any injury before this only to rest assured.
Jester excitedly took out the dragon dagger: "Boss, if we attack him together? Can we finish him off?"
Yi Dust bit his lip: "Hard to say, hard to say, fake, pro-hate Jester, none of you can withstand his full force. If you can step into the state of Little Chaos, then you may be able to fight him on the side, but right now, you don't have any chance of winning."
Phil and Gore looked at each other and asked with a bit of hesitation, "Boss, what should we do? We promised Bai Jiade and the others that we must get the 'Mountain of Light'."
Yi Dust smiled sarcastically and went, "Damn, you know what he looks like. Phil, check up on this pro-hate Arthurian villain no what.... He should have a very good position in the British aristocracy. Ask your Mr. Smallville, he might know something. His power comes from the sword, you can feel it, he's not the one being held by the sword, he's not the one manipulating the sword, huh? His own power is insignificant, a random sniper bullet could take him out."
Jester was silent for a moment, "Under King Arthur, legend has it that there were twelve Knights of the Round Table, I hope that they didn't have any power passed down to them, or else we'll have to deal with more than just one Arthur."
Yi dust froze, pondered for half a land: "Not bad ah, you guys can't take the risk, the British royal family in the end no less much hidden power, you guys don't know. Well, no matter how, with low-level snipers to kill him, not a bad choice. Phil, I'll find someone to come to Venice, find Wise, you commission a mission, call three or five low-level killers, designate them to use sniper rifles to kill Arthur. Need to get the bottom of Arthur beforehand, of course."
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Stromgen would gather three batches of fifty upper subordinates, and each of them was co-issued a weapon and prepared to walk the line of silence.
Couldn't stay in Tokyo for long, the client had provided details of the Yakuza's stronghold in Tokyo and it looked like they were very familiar with the Yakuza. The best case scenario would be to take out Yamaguchi within three days, and then leave Japan immediately following the arranged path. Because Yamaguchi Kimi still had a public identity as a member of some committee, if he died, the black and white communities in Japan would definitely flip out, and then once the sea and land transportation was blocked, no one would be able to leave.
Stromgen looked at the color of the ground, a small coarse calculation: "Today the ground late down? It's fine, settle it as slowly as you can." He turned back and asked, "Brothers, what is our physical condition?"
One of the soldiers gently stretched his arms and nodded in a cool motion, "No problem, Colonel, everything. I think we can start discussing the line of attack."
Stromgen smiled up with satisfaction, "That's bad, you'd think us assholes wouldn't be able to stand it once we get on the plane. The boss booked you guys in business class after all, and you almost chartered a special plane to get there, so you can't lose face. Well, go on, now go drill one on." According to Stromgen and their habits, the residence of the Yakuza's oldest and youngest, Yamaguchi Kimi, was only designated as a C+ level target, not whether it was very difficult to deal with, virtual in nothing to worry about.
Perhaps the amount of money entrusted was a bit out of line, but thinking about the client's own words, because of certain oaths can not be out to deal with Yamaguchi wood, then, Stromgen can only say: "These strange oriental people, they should be a good wash of the rigid brain.... Why give us so much money for nothing?"
Normally, a fifty-one-man special forces unit could heavily and easily take out three to five times the number of ordinary soldiers in a blitzkrieg, and there was no way that Yamaguchi could have brought down a bodyguard group of several hundred men with him, right? All the people who are not involved in the plan feel that out of the quiet fifty-one people, false in denying easy dust too much to seek the results of the big heart.
Looking at the architectural drawings that have been memorized in the brain, Stromgen helplessly said: "Well, once again the tactical discussion, well, this is the first time? Hell, it's just a bunch of common gangsters, why bother?" As a proud German elite, he really had no reason to take the Yakuza to heart.
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Night.
Chekov, whether or not he had any conscience at all, gave the bandage under the weirdo's neck a slightly tighter still and asked him, not quite recognizing the fake, "Need to go to the bathroom? Well, I hope you can still walk quietly, can you see the Japanese ancient movie outside, ninja are not very able to endure the pain of it? So what's the point of not going to the bathroom for five or six days? Look, there's no meatloaf, no sashimi, no pure water under the table, eat by yourself. You go out and come and get two fresh faces over there."
The weirdo pressed on and chided him in a low voice, "Idiot, you get so many women over here, you won't even know how you'll die if one of them reveals herself. Baka, you."
Chekov punched him under the stomach, then before sucking in hot air to retrieve his fist, desperately squeezing out a good and ruthless expression, "****, Japanese monkeys, Laozi don't want me to teach a lesson, Minghei? Those chicks? You gave them very little money, very little money.... How could they tell anyone."
Chekov showed an odd smile, "Besides, they've been eating psychedelics and smoking marijuana too much, they're probably delirious now.... Hey, hey, what are you afraid of? Behave yourself, just think of it as moncler outlet store me saving a dog, don't worry, it's rare for me to be kind, but as long as I, Master Chekov, have mercy, your life is guaranteed.... Well, have a cigarette."
Chekov lit a small hemp stuffed back outside the mouth of the strange man, the strange man unconsciously smoked a few mouthfuls, trance that wound does not seem to whether it is very painful.
Chekov whispered, "Damn, remember what you said, you will give me a lot of money. Smoke enough weed for now, if you don't pay me afterward, just consider it karma." It didn't occur to Chekov that if this ninja gave him the money, but then he became a pothead himself, wouldn't he be a little too mischievous? But as far as our Chekov's brain was concerned, words and phrases like justice and morality were no match for his head.
Dressed in beach pants that hadn't been washed in a little over a month, over a short shirt with a pair of red and green flip-flops dangling from it, and carrying a small roll of bills outside of his arms, he smoothly groped a passing waiter's buttocks and walked towards the elevator with a cheeky grin. He was most proud of the waitress's introduction that all the male waiters on this floor had been in his bed, a glorious achievement.
Chekov pulled that cab driver said half a day, that the old man to understand that he wants to go to Shibuya Street to find a woman, angry old man drove away, immediately, two cabs attentively drove over, Chekov to that left the cab gestured a middle finger, viciously cursed a pass, complacently sat in front of the front of a car, laughingly to the driver said: "I came to play with Japanese girls, isn't it also to help revitalize your economy? Why is that old man so nonchalant?"
This middle-aged driver nodded and said, "Older people nowadays, they are too closed and conservative. You come to Shibuya a lot looking for girls too, sir, do you need an introduction to a couple of bad venues? No low class stuff out there, and of course, the price is no.."
Chekov's lower body tented up again and stammered, "High class goods? Of course, of course we're going, come on, come on. Hurry up and drive.... God, Japan really is paradise. I love you, Japanese beauty...."
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Stromgen dialed a number in downtown Tokyo, "Hello, is he there?"
"In, feasting.... Hopefully we'll just cover it with light firepower.... Tea pavilion in the front garden, brown sign under the sky map. One hundred and twenty-seven meters and thirty-five centimeters from the mile fence." The phone hung up.
Stromgen fiddled the bolt of his assault rifle viciously in his hand, waved his hand and said, "Brothers, get to work.... It's good to have a mole, really good."
Two soldiers held a forty-millimeter mortar outside their hands and stroked it heavily. Stromgen lightly reviewed the data the man had quoted and asked again, "Unsure of a single hit?" The two soldiers nodded, confidently.
A container truck, with four cars in the front and four in the back, rushed out of the door of the apartment where Stromgen and his men were staying. The entire apartment building was empty, with just Stromgen and his fifty-one people inside. It could be seen that this rival of the Yamaguchi-gumi was very powerful, and everything was well taken care of, so there was nothing to be picky about.
Inside the tea pavilion, Yamaguchi wooden bias end of a cup of wine smiling and enjoying the dance of a few kabuki by the pond, five old men of various body shape and appearance are sitting on his side, the next time that Ryushita is also among them. The other three old men sat side by side with Yamaguchi, looking to see if they were the other three little men from the four families of Windwood and Fire Mountain.
Yamaguchi wood put down the wine glass, gently applauded and marveled, ''Wonderful dance, young girls always make people's body and mind happy. We're all getting old, and if we don't go and do something good with our lives while we still have a few days to live, our lives will be wasted."
Ryushita urned, "Cut the crap, Yamaguchi, uh, what do I say next time I go? Are you not coming to Europe? You on the contrary are not very uninterested in tearing the body of that what's-his-name Pope, hmmm, you'd love to have fun with them. Don't worry, your Golden Clan definitely supports me." He hahahahaha small laugh up, holding the wine cup and drink it all in one go.
The leaders of the other four clans looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what kind of nerve this guy Long Shang had, actually suddenly disregarding the covenant of the Five Elements Alliance at this time and openly supporting Lin's proposal. That old man whose face and hands were covered with a rough patch that looked like tree bark blinked his light green eyes twice and said directly, "Yamaguchi-kun, Ryushita-kun has supported you, did you give him some favor?"
Long Shimo's face changed a on, even leisure to close the defense said, "Who said that? You have no bad points at all, no, no." The more he denied to explain, the other four families of people will be more skeptical, face are a little ugly to go.
The old man with a feminine body shape and a sharp voice glanced at the four big men of Wind Forest and Fire Mountain, swinging his body and said, "Well, according to the rules, since someone from our alliance has agreed, there's nothing I can say. If we vote now, we are also obliged to follow orders. Hmph, but asking our Water people to be the ones to send them to their deaths, this is absolutely not acceptable." He was dry, knowing that since Ryuukami had already been bought off, there was no point in arguing back, so he had to minimize his family's contribution.
Yamaguchi living cross the water's patriarch a glance, hot hot said, "rest assured bad, this matter to your Japanese Empire is also no harm, and not whether you wind forest and fire mountain as well as you Lin's Yamaguchi group intentionally use our power to fight for Europe's heavenly disk. Small family think about it, if you are able to use cheap automobiles to occupy the European market, while your weak components control those small families in Europe, then you will almost rule Europe."
The old man, who was shrouded in a hazy layer of cloudy smoke, raised his wine glass, "What about the people of the Holy See and the Dark Council? They won't watch us invade Europe, beware of them joining forces, then we'll be finished in no time. Before the Wise Revival, hmmm, those Western Christian people destroyed almost all of our sects, everyone remembers that, right? The Dark Council hadn't even actually made a move that time."
Yamaguchi looked at him with pointless annoyance, "Why do you say that, Unda-kun? Am I shaming you for the fiasco that was your Yakuza? You merely sent four third level ninjas to follow Kazuo, your forest's false power wasn't on full display ah. What about the Holy See and the White Council? You were hit by the Transported Sect and the Five Elements Sect, weren't you? If not for the fact that some people's ancestors had stolen other people's canonical books, could you have been nearly exterminated by the Eastern Oceanic Vatican because of the loss of power at that time?"
The wind in the Wind Forest Fire Mountain stood up, "Everyone, don't argue. Don't pursue those things that happened hundreds of years ago, now that our power is greatly strong, it's time to do something about it, I support Yamaguchi's plan to use the Yamaguchi group as a cover for our main force to push into Europe. Do not fear the Transported Sect, their recent enthusiasm to hunt us down is not as high as it was a few hundred years ago, what can they do if we all go to Europe?"
Shan also stood up, "No ah, small family think about it, only without unity you can prosper, for the sake of the empire's interests, for the sake of your ** interests, for the sake of the emperor of the earth's honor, you must use all your strength quietly."
Wind's body suddenly emitted a wonderful ringtone, he frowned and pulled out a compact cell phone from his sleeve, striding outside the tea pavilion, the further he walked, the more the people heard him reprimanding people nonstop, "Baka, can't even do such a small thing right? Bastard."
Just before he walked out of the small probability of thirty meters, the front fence to go a muffled sound, with the front whether the coarse air-breaking sound from the top of the head to go.
The golden clan's dragon on the eye watched those big brothers fly away, the young man beside Yamaguchi wood hand a finger, black sword awns shot into the air. Long Shang thought for a moment and actually followed that sword awn as it broke into the air, his mouth exclaiming, "Baka, who dares to sneak up on us?"
Yamaguchi woodenly cursed fiercely going, "Ryushita-kun, I'm such an idiot, asshole."
A ball of fire light flashed, the black sword aura shot back, the young man seems to have no weight like sticking to him it above, towards the fence outside the muffled sound issued by the place to fly, Yamaguchi whispered orders, "Do not let the ordinary people find out."
Dragon under has a mouthful of blood in the air wildly spit out, fall live pig general fall in the world, under the body sparsely covered with thick steel beads, he was covered with silver light flashing static, angrily roared: "steel beads under the non-toxic, save you...."
The boss of the four families of wood, water, fire and earth flew up, four palms struck on the body of the dragon on the body, those steel beads were shaken out of the body, the boss of the wood droned, "Yamaguchi, quickly call an ambulance, it is coated with a corrosive poison, our internal force and mana have little effect."
The year heavy man just swept to the fence near, a few directed low storm bombs will be five or six meters narrow section of the fence to meet down the ground, that year heavy man less than prepared above, even with the sword was blown away more than a dozen meters, woefully in the world rolling endlessly.
Yamaguchi wood froze for a moment, a group of special combat clothing, holding a large firepower assault rifle guys bent over, stepping fast small steps, sprinted in. The dozen or so servants near the tea pavilion rushed up and immediately got a few big transparent holes in their foreheads.
Schtrongen saw Yamaguchi wood at the first glance, the muzzle of the gun slightly lifted, a gun grenade fired out, that year heavy man in the world rolled over a few on, roared up to go, under the body of the white light even flash, the body imperial sword and rise, radical mango piercing the eye, that gun meteor bomb did not have no explosion, in the air has been chipped into the next hundred fragments fell up.
Stromgen froze for a moment and immediately passed the order, "Concentrate firepower, finish that guy."
The thirteen soldiers in front of him immediately turned their guns and aimed at the heavy man, the small caliber armor piercing bullets sparsely swept out, the heavy man trembled all over his body, he gazed at his sword, and once the sword and the bullets came into contact with his body, his body was shocked by a small shock, the power of these modern weapons can't be denied.
In the other two directions, the other two combat teams also blew through the fence and rushed in, rifle grenades and bullets flew, and the entire back garden was immediately turned into a sea of fire.
Yamaguchi frowned and cursed in a loud voice, "Baka, idiot, can these people kill you?" He also did not care about that year-old heavy man who was struggling in the rain of bullets, and took small steps towards those small groups of buildings in the garden, but whether or not he was very ** to keep a proper distance from the other little brothers, all the mana in his body was lifted, and naturally, there was no no effort to call for an ambulance.
Ghostly, hundreds of people in ninja attire suddenly appeared in the courtyard, while, from the trunks of trees, from the earth, from underwater, and even directly from the air, a distorted silhouette appeared. Red, white, black, blue, and cyan colored light flickered faintly on them.
The German skirmishers looked on in mute horror at the horrific scene, where outside had they broken back into? Bad Hollywood stunt factory? Why will become this way? In front of the body, in front of the body how no static movement?
Knives light up, these German special forces unknown to be cut off the head. The young man let out a roar, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the sword body, the black sword body surged up a strange red light fog, as if eating a stimulant, the sword whistled and stabbed out, Stromgen wildly roared: "Retreat, retreat............................." A big somersault dodged the sword blade, while the thirteen special forces behind him were drenched in fear, almost being pierced through the heart at the same time.
Stromgen didn't look back, there was no point in looking back, all of his teammates were alive, he had to run, even if running away denied them the smallest of taboos, the smallest of disgraces, he had to run.... He must tell Kane, tell Yiduan: "You are all wrong, they are not white gang, they are not a group of monsters. They have unimaginable power that no ordinary person can imagine. The world is a false world without devils."
Stromgen was not far away from the gap in the fence, so his long legs spread out and he stepped out of the fence in two steps. The black sword awn flashed twice like a dragon, and suddenly shrunk back, but between the flashes of the sword awn, the back of Schtrongen's heart had already cut out two feet long, inches deep mouths, and the blood fountain seeped out in a stream.
Years of heavy people indignantly watched Schtrongen rushed back a car, hair still car before speeding away. If Yamaguchi hadn't forbidden the general public from seeing these superhuman abilities, he would have chased Stromgen down and finished him off long ago. Shame, indeed no shame, first by the bomb shocked a on, then before in the rain of bullets struggling, if not with a mouthful of essence to meet the needs of the demon sword, so that it played the power of the false bias, their own face will be disgraced, the people of the Five Elements Alliance will certainly be small wantonly ridicule their own.
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Stromgen off the car madman like rampage, two want to intercept his traffic police was unceremoniously bumped off. He heart outside seems to be like a fire burning general: "The next emperor ah, fifty brothers, less than zero point three seconds, they all finished. It's not your fault, it's not your fault, you should have been more careful, you should have been more cautious, you should have preferred to use gas bombs to beat back the enemy," he said. The earth, O Lower Empire, I beg you, I beg you, let you support back, you have to tell the lower school, you can't use ordinary means to deal with them. O Lower Emperor, give you more time...."
The muscles in Stromgen's back twitched frantically, the tightening wound slowing the loss of blood, but so much blood had been lost at first that his eyes had begun to glaze over. The s**t was getting worse in the back, and people were already calling the police about a drunk driving up the street, and asking the police department to send someone quickly to deal with it.
Between one head, Stromgen's car zipped back into an alley, almost knocking down three women and men, Stromgen instinctively pivoted the steering wheel, and the car crashed under the alley's fence and stalled....
Almost scared out of urine Chekov froze for half a day, one hand shook off the two chicks beside him, slowly and carefully approached the black Audi car without a license plate, rare to find that Stromgen's body combat uniform is so **** familiar.
Chekov thought for half a land: "Damn, isn't this the standard attire that Kane's assholes wore when they were on a mission? Kane went to Xijing? Is he dead? Thanks to the Emperor, this god of evil has no present." These combat uniforms were all designed by Kane and his group, and then they found reliable tailors to make them, and the entire format was unique in the world.
Chekov touched Stromgen's nose, his hand shook slightly, he turned around and had drawn Stromgen's sidearm in his hand, the two chicks who were almost run over and had been scared silly looked at Chekov dumbfounded, Chekov unceremoniously settled them one by one with a single shot, muttering, "God, have I offended you? I'm just greeting your old man once in a while, ****, I must have been too unethical in my past life, I just saved a Japanese monkey, and then I have to save a German dog bear. Damn, Kane, why are your men in such a sorry state?"
Bad easy to help out Stromgen, Chekov almost fell over, he depressedly pulled out the spray from inside Stromgen's chest concealed pocket, sprayed a few on under Stromgen's front back, the weak force viscous points of the biological agent to stop the flow of blood. And Kane they mixed for a long time, Chekov less more know some of their habits, slow rescue medicine in which outside, also whether there is no certain rules, but just bad saved Stromgen's life.
Chekov is secretly complained bitter: "How do I get him back to the hotel? God, please, let me add some strength. This man is so heavy, I don't think I've seen him before. Why should I save him? Why am I asking for trouble? God, how do I get back to the hotel? What's the excuse? Oh, my God. Carry another chick upstairs? It's more like he's carrying me up there. I'm not that strong."
There was a respite of grumbling and loose tension in his thoughts as Chekov idly sent the car quiet on his hands and feet, cautiously shutting it off in the direction of the hotel.... He muttered, "O Lower God, bless money or not omnipotence, you need that waiter's help.... Please grant Satan the power to make the magic of money a little weaker.... I hope that waiter can sell everything for money."
