The huge trees blocked out the sunlight completely, and in the dark forest,
Ken Sato vaguely saw a humanoid figure swinging on the treetops.
"Gudong!"
When Sato Ken realized what it was, his legs and feet went weak for a moment. If there hadn't been two big men supporting him, he would have been sitting on the ground.
"You are so timid to sell arms!" Frank glanced at Zuo Tengjian and said disdainfully:
“Don’t worry, since you are Yuri’s man, I won’t kill you. But until this is over, you’d better stay with us honestly and don’t play any tricks!”
Sato Ken smiled awkwardly and unconsciously touched his waist, where an old Type 54 pistol was hidden.
The reason why he chose the Type 54 is because it has a good range, strong penetration and great power.
However, when he saw the M16 carbines in the hands of these big men, he tactfully handed over the gun.
"Okay, here it is!"
In the dense forest, there are only scattered spots of light occasionally scattered among the treetops.
A tree so thick that two people could hug it together, and a highly decomposed corpse was swaying in the woods.
The stench and the buzzing of mosquitoes were incessant, and Sato Ken lay on the ground and couldn't help wanting to vomit.
At Frank's command, the two big men took off the backpacks behind them and carefully took out four black pottery jars from them.
The jar is the size of a small wine jar, and the body of the jar is covered with talismans painted with cinnabar. There are several yellow talismans pasted on the peach wood stopper at the mouth of the jar, which looks quite mysterious and strange.
"Everyone, get out of the way!"
He spread a blood-stained white cloth and placed the four jars on it.
At Frank's call, many of the big men retreated to one side, formed a circular defense circle with their backs to Frank, and stood guard with guns in hand.
Frank took a deep breath and took out a seven-inch long flag from his arms.
Frank unfolded the bone rod made of three sections of crystal white bones, revealing the flag body made of snake belly skin.
The banner was painted with dancing demons, yakshas and ghosts, and two ghosts holding chains were surrounded in the middle like the moon surrounded by stars.
Frank waved the banner and a black light shot out from it and landed on the yellow talisman on the black jar.
The yellow talisman stuck on the peach wood plug moved without wind and was directly opened by an invisible force. Then the altar shook, and with a slight sound of "bo", the peach wood plug was directly bounced out from the inside out by a huge force.
Then, countless gray-white smoke emerged from the black jar, flying up and down around the small flag in Frank's hand, as if dancing.
A lot of gray-white smoke flew into the forest, shuttling back and forth between the treetops.
There were also a few streaks of grayish-white smoke that attached to the corpse hanging nearby.
The corpse suddenly shook violently, and then a strange rustling laughter was heard in the woods.
This scene not only made Sato Ken's scalp tingle, but even the battle-hardened special forces under Frank's command began to spit when they heard the strange laughter.
All four cans were opened, and at this moment the air was filled with white smoke flying up and down, densely packed with thousands of them.
Following the spell taught by his boss, Frank sprayed a breath of true energy towards the small banner in his hand.
The images of gods and demons painted on the small banner seemed to come alive. In the center of the banner, two ghosts grinned together, and the mourning sticks and soul-locking chains in their hands emitted black light.
As Frank waved the small flag in his hand, countless gray-white smoke drifted in all directions.
"Assemble the stuff!"
More than a dozen big men opened their luggage bags and took out various accessories for assembly.
The remaining seven or eight people climbed up a tree nearby, took out their machetes, and cut down the treetops that blocked the view.
Soon, twelve assembled army green mortars were placed on the open grass under the tree.
The Federal 60MM M2 mortar has a very high rate of fire of 18 rounds per minute, and weighs only 42 pounds all in combat, and can be easily used by two people in addition to standard personal combat equipment.
However, what target are we using mortars to hit in this remote area? Are we hitting ghosts
Ken Sato thought for a long time but couldn't think of any target nearby worth bombarding.
Is there some secret base here? Or some biochemical laboratory
… … …
At a secret observation point on Mount Fuji, several soldiers in camouflage uniforms are closely observing the dynamics of the magma beneath Mount Fuji.
The sound of close and rapid communication continued to echo in this observation room.
"This is Observation Station No. 91. The temperature of the magma is gradually rising. There is biological activity at the bottom of the magma. It is suspected that the observation target No. 91, codenamed "Yamata no Orochi", is showing signs of awakening!"
"Keep watching, command, keep watching... and be ready to retreat at any time..."
In a crater of Mount Fuji, in the flaming lava beneath the rocks, a thick snake tail is swaying in the magma, and the hot magma is splashing everywhere.
Through the red lava, you can see that the snake's tail is so large that it almost fills the crater.
The moment the snake's tail was raised, one could clearly see a clear scar on its lower abdomen, as if a piece had been cut off by a sharp blade.
… …
Deep in the forest, at the Hand's training base, a dozen black-clad ninjas were practicing shuriken at targets on the trees.
Not far away, several ninjas were practicing one-on-one sword fighting with bamboo swords.
"What's going on? Why is it suddenly foggy?"
A black-clad ninja sitting cross-legged on a treetop was wiping the edge of the samurai sword in his hand. He looked up by chance and found a white object in the distance floating towards him.
"What?"
The black-clad ninja stood up from the treetop and looked carefully at the wisps of gray-white smoke, feeling a little puzzled.
Before he could react, the gray-white smoke suddenly disappeared into the woods.
"Morning mist?"
The black-clad ninja shook his head and simply sat down to wipe the samurai sword in his hand.
The hardened blue blade glowed coldly as he wiped it. This was a piece of calligraphy called "Fang Ju" written by a famous Japanese calligrapher.
After wiping the blade, the black-clad ninja couldn't help but hold the samurai sword in his hand and slashed downward twice.
Just after he made two chops, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around alertly, but there was nothing behind him except the sound of wind blowing through the treetops.
Two shadows with blood holes all over their bodies floated in front of the black-clothed ninja, but he seemed to see nothing.
… …
"Coordinates 234, 267!"
A wisp of gray smoke flew up and down around Frank. Frank waved the small flag and heard the voice of the "ghost".
Soon, more than a dozen big men began to adjust the firing angle of the mortar.
"321, fire!"