Above the vast sea, the strong wind swept the dark clouds.
The dark clouds were getting darker and lower, pressing down on the surface of the sea. The waves rushed to the sky to welcome the thunder. The thunder boomed, and the waves roared angrily, competing with the strong wind.
The strong wind picked up layers of huge waves and threw them to the shore. The wind howled, and the thunder boomed. Pairs of dark clouds were like green flames burning on the bottomless sea. They caught the flashing arrows and extinguished them in their own abyss.
It was a storm!
More than half of the island of Nippon was covered by the rain, including Dongjing. The pouring rain drenched the city, which was full of high-rise buildings and bright lights.
"Crackle ~"
A bolt of lightning struck the top of the Dongjing Tower. In the night sky, it was as if the tower had shot a strong beam of light into the sky. The scene was breathtaking.
In Dongjing Prison, a prison guard opened the iron doors and walked straight into the depths of the prison. His black leather shoes made a clear sound as he stepped on the floor. The sound could have traveled very far, but it was drowned out by the thunder outside.
He was wearing a blue uniform and black pants. There was a baton hanging from his waist. It was Xiao Luo!
He didn't disguise himself this time, so he easily knocked out a prison guard and put on his clothes to sneak in. It was the time for the day shift to the night shift. The prison would be at its most relaxed state for ten minutes.
He had shiny black hair, handsome eyebrows, and a pair of sharp black eyes. As he walked through the cold prison corridor, he was like an eagle in the dark night, cold and aloof. He walked straight to Kuroda Kiyotaka's cell and stopped in front of it.
Kuroda Kiyotaka couldn't sleep after he found out that everyone else had died, especially on a stormy night like this. His eyes had dark circles, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He was no longer the Deputy Prime Minister he used to be. Now, he looked dispirited and pale, as if he had aged more than ten years.
When he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of his cell, he was so scared that his soul almost left his body. He stood up as if he had been electrocuted.
The light outside was dim. He opened his eyes and tried hard to see the face of the person outside. "Who … Who are you?"
"Someone who has come to take your life."
Xiao Luo took the key and calmly opened the door of the cell. Then, he walked in.
"Thousand-faced Killer Xiao … Xiao Han …"
Kuroda Kiyotaka finally saw the face clearly. He was so scared that he fell to the ground. Cold sweat poured down his face like a waterfall. He didn't know why he was so scared. It was like seeing the Black and White Impermanence who had come to take him away. It was an instinctive fear.
Xiao Luo looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Tell me, who are the participants from Mei Nation?"
It was as if Kuroda Kiyotaka had found his last straw in the middle of the ocean. He said earnestly, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. As long as you let me live, I … I'll tell you everything!"
"Hmph ~"
Xiao Luo snorted contemptuously. Then, he waved his hand in front of Kuroda Kiyotaka's eyes. Kuroda Kiyotaka's consciousness slowly faded, and his eyes lost focus.
He couldn't be bothered to waste his breath and directly hypnotized Kuroda Kiyotaka so that he would answer whatever he was asked. After answering, he kicked Kuroda Kiyotaka's left temple. Kuroda Kiyotaka was sent flying sideways. He didn't even have time to scream before he died. His brain was smashed into mush by the force of the blow.
"It's over!"
Xiao Luo took out the name list and crossed out Kuroda Kiyotaka's name. Then, he tore the name list into pieces and scattered them on Kuroda Kiyotaka's body. Then, he turned around and left.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The ear-piercing alarm sounded, and the entire prison system seemed to have been activated in an instant.
White smoke gushed out from the vents. The smoke had the same effect as the clouds on the stage. However, wherever the smoke spread, the prisoners who were sleeping soundly woke up from their dreams. They clutched their necks and struggled violently as if they couldn't breathe. Then, they foamed at the mouth and died with their eyes wide open.
Poison gas?!
Xiao Luo frowned. Then, he chuckled and commented, "This Anbei is really going all out just to kill me. He actually wants all the prisoners and prison guards in this prison to die with me. Well done, he's really ruthless!"
After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the prison.
Not to mention that he had Yi Jinjing, the Tortoise Breathing Technique was enough to deal with it. The Tortoise Breathing Technique allowed him to not breathe for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was more than enough time for him to leave this place.
…
…
In a high-end hotel near Tokyo Prison, there was a group of uniformed soldiers.
Anbei stood in front of the balcony of the presidential suite on the top floor. He held a cup of coffee in his hand. The rain outside made the prison a little blurry. There was an uncontrollable joy on his face. "COCL2 poison gas. It can cause people to convulse and die within a few seconds. Xiao Han, the Thousand-faced Killer, I sacrificed the entire Tokyo Prison to deal with you. You should be proud."
"No one can come out of there alive. That place is now a forbidden zone for life, including mosquitoes, flies, rats … All living things will die under the COCL2 poison gas." Oshima Jun, who was beside him, agreed.
"Oshima Jun, do you think it's worth it?" Anbei asked.
"It's worth it!"
Oshima Jun nodded. "As long as I can get rid of the Thousand-faced Killer Xiao Han, it's worth it no matter what price I have to pay."
"Then I'm relieved. Inform your subordinates to clean up the poison gas in two hours. Also, bring Xiao Han's body to me as soon as possible. I want to dig out his heart and liver and make it into a specimen. I want to keep it in my room forever. It'll remind me of this humiliation," Anbei said.
"Yes!"
Oshima Jun stood upright.
Looking at the prison in the rain, Anbei laughed. The more he laughed, the louder and more excited he became. This thorn in his side had finally been removed.
With a smile on his face, Anbei said, "Oshima Jun, do you know what I want to do now?"
Oshima Jun shook his head. "I don't know."
"I want to dance. I want to perform our country's traditional dance."
"Prime Minister, if you want to dance, go ahead. This is indeed a joyous occasion worthy of celebration," Oshima Jun said with a bow.
"Play some music for me."
Anbei was indescribably happy. He stretched his neck and limbs, eager to dance. At this moment, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have lessened.
"Yes!"
Oshima Jun was his confidant, or rather, his confidant. Of course, he would obey him.
The music played was very Nippon Province style. It could be heard in many anti-Japanese dramas in Hua. However, those were dancers in Nippon Province with heavy makeup. This time, it was Anbei, the prime minister of a country, who was dancing.
Oshima Jun clapped his hands. Immediately, a few dancers pushed the door open and danced with Anbei. They clapped their hands together to celebrate this victory.
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