Suddenly, he couldn't pull the trigger of his pistol. His heart sank. "Damn it! The gun is stuck. Is there something wrong with it? Damn it! I'm done for. I'm going to be captured alive by the Japanese! "
While he was still in shock, a few Japanese mocked him for being a coward for not having the guts to shoot. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.
"Zhigang, you are a true warrior who dares to live in humiliation for your dreams. You are a coward who seeks death! "
As soon as this voice fell, the sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out. Song Zhigang only saw a flash of black light.
Puff! Puff!
Puff! Shinichi Kudo and the other two Kudo Kai masters were pierced through their chests by the black light. They fell to the ground in spurts of blood.
Under Jiang Tian's spiritual consciousness, nothing in the entire Asura Street could hide from him. The black iron shuttle and the black flying sword turned into two black lights, and pierced through those Kuteng Society's elite fighters one by one, as easily as crushing dry weeds.
Suddenly, screams and screams were heard. The thick smell of blood instantly shrouded the entire Asura Street.
Countless Chinese people who were in danger couldn't believe their eyes as they watched the East Asian people who had been killing and looting fall one after another under the two flashing dark lights as if they were being harvested by the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
"What? Everyone from the Kudo Kai has been killed! "
"What's going on? We can't contact Shinichi Kudo. Those damn Hua Xia pigs! "
"We can't contact the three kendo masters either!"
Many Japanese police officers on both ends of the street exclaimed in shock.
"Go in and arrest them!" The leader of the police, Hashimoto Takaichi, roared in exasperation.
That Huaxia martial arts master had been burning and looting in Japan, and had killed the Grand Priest of Nomiya Shrine, Anpei Yoshihei in Fukuoka. Many high-ranking officials, leaders of tycoons, cultural celebrities, and powerful cultivators in Honshu were furious and scolded the police for being incompetent.
Hashimoto Takaichi and the others had no guts or ability to deal with Jiang Tian, so they could only gather the Kuteng Kai and other organizations to invade and harass the Chinese community. They wantonly smashed and burned, making their presence known and appeasing the anger of the upper class.
It could be said that the Fukuoka police no longer turned a blind eye to the actions of many Japanese organizations to destroy the Chinese community. Instead, they personally instigated, organized, supported, and even plotted against them.
The Fuqing Gang was a Chinese gang that was hated by the Japanese upper class.
The Asura Street was the stronghold that the Fuqing Gang had operated in Fukuoka Prefecture for decades. It was a symbolic area of influence.
Hashimoto Takaichi had been planning this operation for a long time, and he even invited several Kendo masters to help him.
Their goal was to borrow the strength of kendo experts and organizations like the Kuteng Kai to wipe out the Fuqing Gang in one fell swoop and kill them on the spot. This was because there was no death penalty in Japan.
Hashimoto Takaichi had invited many experts and made thorough preparations. He originally thought that this operation would be a success. Who would have thought that the Kudo Society would be completely annihilated after just a few minutes? This was a setback and loss that he could not accept.
"All members of the illegal Fuqing Gang, lay down your weapons and surrender. Otherwise, we will kill you immediately!"
Whoosh!
Teams of Japanese police officers, armed with explosion-proof shields and assault rifles, moved steadily into the street under the cover of explosion-proof vehicles.
"Damn it, these Japanese are despicable! Brothers, let's retreat quickly! "Song Zhigang shouted into the walkie-talkie.
"Brother Gang, I'm afraid we can't do it. There are too many police officers, and all the passages and secret passages are blocked! "One of the brothers exclaimed.
"Brother Gang, what should we do? The enemy's firepower is very strong. With just our few guns? "One of the brothers lost confidence.
"Even so, we can't surrender. Charge out!"
At this moment, Song Zhigang didn't have time to think about the two black lights. He was shocked when he heard the words, and he knew that this was bad. The Japanese police wanted to wipe them out in one fell swoop. This was discussed with the Kuteng Kai.
"No, Brother Gang, we can't hold on! The enemy's vitality is too strong. Parrot is already dead! "
His brothers were being suppressed by the police, and they retreated to the middle of the street. They were about to be killed by the Japanese police.
Just when Song Zhigang's heart was filled with despair and panic, an explosion suddenly sounded out. It was as if a dozen grenades had exploded at the same time. A surging wave of air pushed out from the Yangcheng Flavor Restaurant.
The shutter door, the wall, and the floor-to-ceiling windows shattered in an instant. The broken pieces of iron, glass, and bricks immediately turned into the sharpest and fiercest shrapnel, blasting the dozens of policemen outside the door and sending them flying ten meters away.
The three explosion-proof vehicles that weighed more than a few tons were like toy cars that were casually thrown out by a naughty child. They flew five or six meters into the air and rolled out lightly. With a few clangs, they smashed into the opposite building and broke into pieces, turning into scrap metal.
Under this unstoppable force, whether it was the riot shield or the bulletproof vest, they were all shattered like pieces of paper.
All the police officers were bleeding from their orifices in an instant. They died an unnatural death, and they didn't even have time to scream.
"What? This … Is this a weapon of mass destruction? "
"This power … It's too terrifying!"
The police officers in the distance all stood there like clay sculptures, looking at the Yangcheng Flavor Restaurant in horror. Clang! Clang! Clang! They were so scared that they dropped their guns and shields.
"What the f * ck …"
Even Song Zhigang and the other heroes of the Fuqing Gang were shocked and dumbfounded. They all looked at the entrance of the restaurant.
"Kang Tae-chu is here. Who dares to act rashly?"
Following a cold, emotionless, and dignified shout, a tall and dignified figure stepped out from the ruins of the restaurant.
At this time, Jiang Tian had the appearance of the Geng Metal Divine Body. He was as handsome as a god, and his white clothes were like dust. He looked otherworldly.
"Oh my god, it's that Hua Xia guy!"
"The peerless expert who killed High Priest Anpei Jiping!"
In an instant, the remaining dozens of Japanese police officers were scared out of their wits.
Some of them had participated in the bloody battle at the Mangrove Wharf and knew what Jiang Tian looked like. The terrifying scene of Jiang Tian lifting a ten-ton container and smashing hundreds of police officers to death in an instant had been deeply imprinted in their minds.
It was a nightmare that they could never erase. At this time, they didn't dare to face Jiang Tian.
"Run!"
"Where's the car? Come and help us quickly. The devil has appeared! "
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Many Japanese police officers fired at Jiang Tian while running away.
They screamed and ran for their lives as if there was a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing after them. They were so scared that they almost peed their pants. They only hated that their parents didn't give them an extra pair of legs.
"You still want to shoot? Do you want to die?"
Jiang Tian snorted and waved his hand. Two black lights burst out and rushed toward the Japanese police officers.
"Damn, is he my college classmate, Jiang Tian? My classmate can't be so fierce! "
Song Zhigang recognized that the black lights that bloomed from Jiang Tian's fingers were the two black lights that killed Shinichi Kudo and the others. For a moment, he was horrified and couldn't believe it.
When Jiang Tian's Little Black Flying Sword and Black Iron Shuttle continuously killed the Japanese police officers.
The police officer leading the team, Hashimoto Takaichi, had already gotten into the police car and fled.
Now, he just wanted to escape from this place. As for the life and death of the police officers and how the Japanese higher-ups would deal with him in the future, they didn't care at all.
In his opinion, even if it was life imprisonment, death, or even death by a thousand cuts, it was much better than falling into the hands of that Hua Xia monster.
But he was very depressed. Didn't this Hua Xia monster live in Ishii Yuren's villa? And the police had been secretly monitoring him. They didn't notice that they went out at all. How did they suddenly come to the Asura Street?
Just as Hashimoto Takaichi rushed out for three kilometers and finally breathed a sigh of relief, a shaky Japanese suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Your Excellency's speed is really too slow. Why don't you give me your head and let me report to my Brother Chu?"
Hashimoto Takaichi was shocked and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.
A few dozen meters in front of him, a black shadow flashed, and a young man with a bun on his head appeared.
The young man crossed his arms and stood upright like a javelin. There was a toothpick in the corner of his mouth and a bright smile on his face.
"You are …"
Hashimoto Takashi instantly recognized that the young man was another freak from Huaxia. He cursed inwardly and quickly turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and wanted to turn around and leave. However, the young man opened his mouth and spat out the toothpick between his teeth.
The speed of the toothpick was faster than lightning. The bulletproof glass of the police car, which was harder than steel, was useless. With a loud bang, the glass shattered one after another. The next moment, Hashimoto Takaichi felt a sharp pain in his forehead. His consciousness blurred, and his hands and feet spasmed violently. The car hit the barrier and died of suffocation.
Dugu Xiao walked over lazily with a playful smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, a crescent-shaped cold light flashed down.
Blood splattered everywhere!
…
At this time, Asura Street was in a mess. Corpses were strewn everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air. Severed limbs and blood stains were everywhere.
"Asura Street is really worthy of its name this time!"
Some shop owners and customers poked their heads out and said in disbelief.
"He, he's Master Kang?"
Yu Fawang and the others stood far away and looked at Jiang Tian with shock and fear. They felt that he was like a demon god, and they didn't dare to get close to him.
Thinking about how they had a meal with Jiang Tian just now, their legs and stomachs cramped.
Especially Yu Fawang. Thinking about how he had disrespected Master Kang again and again, he shrank back like a quail.
Only Song Zhigang, who led a few young men from Fuqing Gang, boldly stepped forward and knelt in front of Jiang Tian. With reverence and worship, he said, "Disciple Song Zhigang of Fuqing Gang greets Master Kang!"
The boss of Fuqing Gang, Xu Yi, was Huo Qingtian's disciple. Huo Qingtian was the disciple of Master Kang, a member of the Heaven Alliance. Strictly speaking, all the disciples of Fuqing Gang were Jiang Tian's disciples.
"Zhigang, you can still treat me as your university classmate. You don't have to be so polite!"
Jiang Tian said with a warm smile and stretched out his hands to help Song Zhigang up.
"I don't dare … Let me talk while kneeling. I'll feel more comfortable!" Song Zhigang said with a bitter face.
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