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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face Part 2 Introduction Imperial Violence 120 Minutes (4)

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    It turns out that Muraoka Iheiji had helpers and bodyguards, who were disguised as followers and porters and lived in the worst third-class cabin in the bottom cabin. Because this boat deliberately ignored small illegal activities, the tickets were extremely expensive, and the passengers were all  Money, even the attendants would not sleep on the bottom of the ship; the ship had never expected to make money from cheap passenger transportation, so the third class cabin was just a small room, and only a few of them slept in it. They really kept their identity secretly and safely.  .

    When they heard that their goods, "Japanese Nanyang Sister", had been discovered and that something had happened to their boss, they killed him with a knife and saved Iheiji Muraoka.

    The boatswain was lying on the deck, bleeding all over the floor. The passengers fled in all directions. The captain who ran over after hearing the news was shocked when he saw that the other party had a knife and a gun. He squatted behind the gangway and shouted: "This ship  It belongs to Mr. Liu from the French Concession Youth Gang! Do you still want to hang out?"

    ¡°Come to the nearest shore and let us go ashore!¡± A Japanese ronin shouted at the captain, waving a Japanese sword.

    "Damn you! Do you still want to hijack the ship?" the captain yelled.

    At this time, the Japanese who shouted and the other two had already rushed toward the captain with swords.

    The captain had a pistol, but when faced with three ferocious-looking thugs who came to kill him with Japanese swords, he was so frightened that he peed his pants and sat back on the ground.

    At this moment, a man jumped over him. His hairy bow-legs and wooden clogs swung in front of him and rushed in front of him. The captain's trembling pistol and the three Japanese gangsters blocked Tadao Nobi.

    "Wow!" Tadayo Nobichi screamed and chopped down a Japanese gangster with one knife.  He slashed out again, frightening the second Japanese who faced him. He drew his knife, shrank his abdomen, and stumbled back. He also fell to the ground.

    "What Japanese! Why do you want to embarrass our own people! Don't you also believe in Western religions that are not allowed to traffic girls?" Iheiji Muraoka looked at the ferocious-looking Tadao Nobi's vertical knife approaching. He leaned his back against the cabin and shouted with  Japanese asked.

    "Baga!" After hearing this, Tadao Nobi scolded: "Who are you girls?! You stupid low-class people can't even do such a small thing as human trafficking! You have lost all the power of the Japanese Empire in front of foreigners.  Face! Now you can only use your lives to wash away the face that Japan has lost on you! If you still have the spirit of Bushido, please commit suicide by committing seppuku!"

    He cursed very loudly because he was speaking in Japanese.  Not worried about being heard and embarrassed.

    "Samurai have long been obsolete! I took risks to make money for Japanese trade. Now you say I have lost face?!" Muraoka Iheiji yelled, pointed at Nobi Tadao and shouted to the men holding the guns: "Kill them with your guns  This damn ronin!¡±

    Immediately, the Japanese wearing Qing costumes pointed the stolen rifle at Nobi Tadao's chest, "Cut!!!" Nobi Tadao roared.  Not dodge.  But he raised his katana high above his head.  He rushed towards the muzzle of the gun.

    "Huh?" Seeing this act of suicide, Muraoka Iheiji and his gun-wielding men exclaimed, and the two knife-wielding men next to him were too frightened to take the opportunity to attack.  "Bushido" is not just glass beads sold by street vendors. It is not something that everyone has and dares to do.

    Soon after, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed between Tadao Nobi and the gunman. He jumped up and hugged the gunman. The two of them opened the hatch behind them and fell into the cabin.

    "Mr. Fu?" Nobi Tadao, who was holding his katana high, was stunned and stopped.

    "Kill him!" Muraoka Iheiji yelled, and the two Japanese swordsmen next to him woke up and rushed towards Nobi, one from the left and the other from the right.

    It was Fu Renyong who had just carried out the attack. He had a gun in his luggage, but seeing the critical situation, he had no time to get it. He saw the opportunity and climbed to the upper deck. He ran like a civet cat through the chimney and mast posts and sneaked into the arms of several Japanese.  top of head.

    Seeing the katana facing the muzzle of the gun, he jumped down regardless of his own safety, hugged the gunman and ran into the cabin.

    The two rolled into the cabin, and there was a struggle. Fu Renyong was the first to kneel down on the ground quickly, holding the rifle body with one hand, and punched the Japanese twice in the face with the other hand.

    But the trapped beast still fights, let alone the desperadoes who don't care about killing. The Japanese let go of the rifle, which was useless in the narrow cell, kicked Fu Renyong away, pulled out a short rib knife from his arms, and fiercely aimed at  Fu Ren rushed over.

    Fu Renyong turned sideways to let the knife stab him, then he strangled the Japanese man's armpits and used his strength to throw him away, causing the Japanese man to fall out of the air and towards the door.

    With a "boom", the Japanese fell to his knees at the door. His body was inside the door, and his head was outside the door in the sunlight. He screamed strangely, holding the door frame with one hand and holding a knife in the other. He was about to turn around and make a violent move. Fu Renyong turned around behind him.  He kicked the door shut like a whirlwind.

    The door clamped the Japanese's neck, "Ah"?.

    After Muraoka Iheiji said that, he turned back, stretched out his arm, and pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the young man. His fingers wrapped around the trigger without hesitation, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

    "Bang" sound!

    Gunshots!

    "You fucking Japanese idiot! I'll peel off your" The captain holding the pistol was furious, his face was so red that he seemed to be bleeding. He had been trembling just now and pointed the gun at the desperate man.  He grabbed the disciple's back and sternly stopped him from killing innocent people until he heard the sound of gunshots and the captain's string broke and he jumped up.

    But his curses suddenly stopped, and the world seemed to be still, as if the whole ship suddenly entered the underground ice storage room of a wealthy family, it was dark and cold, and there was no sound.

    In front of everyone's eyes, Muraoka Iheiji's body slowly fell over, and fell on his back on the deck with a thud. The baby in his arms was still tightly held in his arms, and his right arm holding the pistol pointed straight to the sky like a bamboo spear.  There was a sinister smile on his lips, as if this bastard was about to shoot down the sun above his head.

    It looked like the whole person was frozen in ice, and then flatly dropped to the floor. The difference was that under his hair, which was pillowed on the deck, a round puddle of red blood expanded rapidly.

    There was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead.

    "What happened?" The captain stared until the sunlight made him cry, and he raised his head to look.

    I saw the young man on the bow of the boat facing me at some point. He squatted slightly, stretched his left hand forward, and held a gun in his right hand against the holster on his right waist. The muzzle of the gun was straight at his waist.  Facing forward, a wisp of gun smoke from his waist had not had time to be blown away by the sea breeze.

    The posture was weird, not like he had just aimed and fired a fatal shot, but like a man who was preparing to catch a rabbit running towards his crotch at a very fast speed.

    "This?" Fu Renyong was also stunned. The young man fired so fast. He turned around, drew the gun from the holster, raised his wrist across the muzzle of the gun, bent his arm at the waist and fired. It seemed that he didn't aim at all.  Before he could see the action clearly, Iheiji Muraoka was shot in the head and died.

    Everyone was stunned. The young man broke the silence with a sneer like a hammer breaking ice:

    "Remember, don't point a gun at me."

    This sneer also made two of Muraoka Iheiji's men wake up: they were still surrounded fugitives. One raised his samurai sword at the young man, and the other immediately bent down to pick up Muraoka Iheiji's body.  The baby on board could only get off the ship if he had a hostage, even without being beaten to death by the angry crowd.

    But as soon as the Japanese who reached out to the baby bent down, there was another gunshot.

    The Japanese who wanted to hold the child seemed to be like well-trained soldiers who were about to lie down when they heard the bombardment. They shook their heads at the captain and others, flew up in the air, and lay heavily on their sides on the ground, nose to nose with their master.  Lying together with their shoulders and hands on their chests, they looked like two lovers who had taken poison and died in love.

    A bullet opened a hole in his temple.

    At this time, the young man stood up straight, blew away the smoke from the gun, smiled at the sole survivor who was holding a knife and looking around in fear, and said slowly: "Also, don't touch that child.  ." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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