Tan Xiu said with a faint smile, "You're not bad. I can see that these enemies are very powerful, but they don't have much ability to fight back in front of you. Get ready! Put away their guns and wait for the enemies outside to attack. "
Wolf Head hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss, I think it's better to take the initiative to attack instead of passively defending."
Tan Xiu shook his head. He took out his cell phone and dialed Zhong Tiekui's number, asking, "How long will it take?"
"Ten minutes at most."
"Alright!"
Tan Xiu hung up the phone. Killing intent surged in his eyes as he said in a heavy tone, "The others will arrive in ten minutes at most. Let's defend first. If they immediately attack, we'll fight back. I hate it when the enemies come to our territory and kill our people. Hence, we must make all the enemies stay. "
"Boss, the Grim Reaper Scythe has a total of more than 40 people. They have maintained this number for more than 10 years. We've killed more than 20 of them, but you said there are more than 40 people behind. I suspect that the people behind are not only from the Grim Reaper Scythe. "
"Those people from the Grim Reaper Scythe should be dead," said Shark in a heavy tone. "We killed more than 20 of them before, and we also killed more than 20 of them here. Therefore, the forty people outside should be people from other forces. "
"No matter who they are, we'll take their lives as long as they dare to shoot at us first," said Tan Xiu lightly. "Remember my words, I won't attack unless I'm attacked. But if they do, I'll make them pay a hundredfold."
Wolf Head licked his lips. He suddenly felt that his future life would be very wonderful if he followed Tan Xiu. He was used to living a life of licking blood on the edge of a blade and a hail of bullets. Living as an ordinary person for more than half a year had tortured him to the core. Tonight was the new starting point for him to return to his wonderful days.
Outside the abandoned factory.
Ichiro Yamamoto was observing the situation inside with binoculars. Beside him was a masked woman with an excellent figure who exuded a chilling aura. Behind the two of them were four black-clothed masked men with knives on their backs. They looked like Japanese ninjas from TV shows.
"Kuroko, your target is Tagore. I want him alive, not dead. "Ichiro Yamamoto put away the binoculars and spoke in a deep voice.
The masked woman said in a cold voice, "I'll kill myself if I can't complete the task."
Ichiro Yamamoto shook his head and said, "You don't need to promise me anything. Remember, you are the only heir of the Yamamoto clan, and also the future leader of the Northstar One-blade School. No matter who dies, you cannot die. "
The masked woman remained silent, but the determination in her eyes was extremely strong.
Yamamoto Ichiro sighed inwardly and waved his hand to give the order, "Attack! Kill the people from the Grim Reaper Scythe organization and seize Yuan Zhengxuan."
In an instant!
In the darkness of the night, many figures silently snuck into the factory. Their movement skills were very strange. Three people in a group, and they cooperated with each other. Soon, they arrived at the deepest part of the factory.
"Stop!"
Yamamoto Ichiro was still dozens of meters away from the factory when he stopped and shouted through the wireless earpiece. In front of him, the two corpses of the Grim Reaper Scythe mercenary corps were still warm.
"He just died. There was a wound on his neck and his heart was pierced. Someone had killed them with a Mitsubishi army knife. There were footprints on the ground, so two or three people should have killed them. The other party's strength is very strong, at least extremely good at assassination. Because these two people should be sentries, "said the masked woman in a deep voice.
Yamamoto Ichiro said in a deep voice, "Check the surrounding situation and see if there are any corpses of the Grim Reaper Scythe mercenary corps."
"Reporting, we found a corpse."
"Reporting, we found two corpses."
"Reporting, we found a corpse."
The voice was transmitted to Yamamoto Ichiro's ears through the wireless earpiece.
Yamamoto Ichiro's expression was a bit unsightly. He had sent some people to keep an eye on the Grim Reaper Scythe mercenary corps. He received the report that the Grim Reaper Scythe organization had returned with only 20 people left. He thought that Yuan Zhengxuan had been caught, and the Grim Reaper Scythe organization had suffered heavy losses to launch a surprise attack on them. He could destroy them and become the final winner.
But!
The sudden turn of events caused him to be at a loss as to what to do.
Yamamoto Ichiro thought for half a minute before he hid behind a big tree and shouted, "Tagore, are you still alive? I'm Yamamoto Ichiro. "
In the factory.
Upon hearing the voice coming from the outside, Tan Xiu frowned deeply. He turned to look at the others and asked, "Yamamoto Ichiro? The Japanese shorty? "
A chilling light flashed in Wolf Head's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "He's the Chief Steward of the Yamamoto Clan of Japan. His status is very honorable. Furthermore, he also has another identity. He's an expert of the Northstar One Blade School. "
Tan Xiu didn't have a good impression of the Japanese shorty. The people of this country were very aggressive and morbid. Throughout history, they were a nation that bullied the weak and feared the strong. In the past, they had invaded Huaxia, leaving behind a rain of blood on this land.
Tan Xiu took out his mobile and called Yuan Zhengxuan. From him, he learned that the Japanese shorty was also one of the forces that tried to rob his core information.
"Get ready to make them stay!"
Tan Xiu coldly issued the order.
Outside.
Yamamoto Ichiro frowned deeply. There was no reply from the other side, giving him a bad premonition. However, he was arrogant by nature, and the people he brought this time were all experts of the Northstar One Blade School. Therefore, after waiting for two minutes, he immediately issued the order to advance.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Flames swallowed and spat out. Four ninjas of the Northstar One Blade School were directly shot and killed by the sniper rifle.
"Baka, be careful!"
Yamamoto Ichiro cursed. He took out a pistol from his waist and then approached the factory.
The gunfight began.
Both sides were firing, but the situation remained in a deadlock. The people in the warehouse did not come out, and the experts brought by Yamamoto Ichiro were unable to break through the net of firepower and enter the factory. At the moment when Yamamoto Ichiro was furious, the two ninjas beside him suddenly fell to the ground. The back of their heads were pierced by bullets and died directly.
"What?"
Yamamoto Ichiro never dreamed that there would be enemies behind them. Fear rose in his heart. Before he could issue the order to retreat, ghostly figures rushed out from the factory. The firepower was several times stronger than before.
"Baka, quickly retreat! Let's kill them all! "
Yamamoto Ichiro panicked. He recalled an old saying in China: a turtle in a jar. He had a feeling that they were like a turtle in a jar.
Whoosh!
A strange figure appeared beside Yamamoto Ichiro. The masked woman said in a deep voice, "Sir, leave with me."
Yamamoto Ichiro pushed the masked woman away and cursed, "Baka, women are just timid. Even if the enemy has surrounded us, we still have to kill our way out. Everyone, gather around me. Gather around me. "
"Stupid!"
The masked woman shouted in a low voice, and her figure instantly disappeared from where she stood.
At this moment!
Tang Xiu had already rushed out of the factory and fired three shots in a row, killing three ninjas from the Japanese. Just as he was looking for the enemy's leader, he suddenly frowned. In the shroud of his Divine Sense, he found that those ninjas were rushing in one direction, only one vigorous figure rushed to the side. Moreover, the other party's speed was extremely fast. Apart from the few cultivators he knew, he had never seen anyone with such a fast speed.
"Want to escape?"
Tan Xiu's figure flickered and flashed toward the masked woman.
Ten seconds later, Tan Xiu had blocked the path of the masked woman. The muzzle in his hand was also aimed at her. As he pulled the trigger, the bullets whistled.
"Ding, ding, ding …"
The three bullets were blocked by a crescent-shaped machete. Sparks splashed everywhere. The masked woman's footsteps were strange. She constantly flashed and rushed seven or eight meters away to the side.
Tan Xiu's expression turned serious. The other party was able to catch the trajectory of the bullets and was able to escape at the moment of blocking. It showed that the other party's strength was more powerful than he had imagined.
"You can't escape. Surrender if you don't want to die."
Tan Xiu stuffed the pistol into his pocket. He grabbed the Mitsubishi army knife and rushed toward the masked woman. His speed was nearly twice faster than the masked woman. In just a few breaths, he blocked her again.
"Ha …"
The masked woman shouted. The crescent-shaped machete in her hand turned into layers of blade shadows and slashed toward Tan Xiu. Her swordsmanship was extremely strange. She attacked directly at the vital parts of Tan Xiu's body.
"Ding, ding, ding …"
Tan Xiu kept blocking with his dagger while dodging. In the blink of an eye, the dagger in his hand had already been chipped.
"Humph!"
Tang Xiu's entire body was filled with star force. The moment the other party stopped brandishing the saber, his figure had already dashed to the front of the masked woman like a shadow. The Mitsubishi army knife stabbed her left shoulder when the other party dodged his attack. Tan Xiu's other fist also hit the masked woman's abdomen.
"Bang …"
The masked woman's body was thrown backward. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Tan Xiu flashed and appeared in front of the masked woman. He quickly sealed several of her vital acupoints and picked her up.
"I told you, you can't escape."
Tang Xiu reached out and tore off the veil of the masked woman. What made him stunned was that this masked woman was very beautiful, and there was a fingernail-sized butterfly pattern tattooed on her glabella. The tattoo, coupled with her beauty, made her look particularly enchanting.
"Kill me!"
The masked woman said in a cold voice. Although she was shocked that she couldn't move, she was already prepared to die since she was in the enemy's hands. At this moment, what she regretted most was that her father had forced her to take out the poison sac in her teeth a year ago.
Tan Xiu sneered and said, "Do you want to die? It'll be very difficult for you to die in my hands! I forgot to tell you that I have an identity as a doctor. Even if someone bites their tongue to commit suicide in front of me, or cuts their throat with a knife, or pierces their heart, I can still let them live for a few more hours. So, give up the idea of suicide, or I'll let you taste the most vicious and painful taste in the world in the last few hours of your life. "
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