Shanduan Fan Ming didn't want to stay in this kind of place for a long time, so he explained his needs concisely.
Shi Enzhou frowned: "I'll just make you a one-time impact hammer, find a chance to attach that target, hit his hand and it will break. Then the hammer is not big, you can just hide it in your sports bag and take it away.
"The whole process is instantaneous, and there will be no witnesses."
Shan Duan Fan Ming raised his forehead: "This... uh, wait a minute, is it really so easy to use? How big can you make that hammer?"
"It's about this size." Shi Enzhou took out a flashlight and gestured, "It's a little shorter, and it needs to be close to the target's arm... I suggest you use this after you faint the person, and you can finish the job in a flash."
Shan Duan Fan Ming shook his head: "No, the whole operation doesn't have enough room to knock the target unconscious, so I have to break his hand when he is awake."
"Then how do we retreat? Is it the Death Squad? The Death Squad is dispatched just to break the hand? Is the Kanto Union going so wild now?" Shi Enzhou asked continuously.
"No, you misunderstood, we are not extreme." Shan Duan Fan Ming shook his head, "We are the house of everything."
"Like a private detective?" Shi Enzhou asked, obviously the word Manshiwu was not included in his Japanese vocabulary.
"Almost." Shanduan Fan Ming nodded, "You can just understand it this way. We are going to let a few people use foul methods to disable the target's arm at the upcoming National Kendo Conference, at least so that he will never be able to play Kendo."
"...Understood, so we need to use the bamboo knife as a mechanism. When a foul occurs, the impact reduction mechanism of the bamboo knife itself will fail. It's better to increase its power, right?"
"Yes, and the appearance must be similar to other bamboo knives, and it must pass the inspection of the Quan Jianlian."
"Leave it to me. I will make a bamboo knife that can never be found if you don't know the mechanism. How many do you want in total?"
"Five, plus one spare for a total of six." As he spoke, Fan Ming took out a kraft paper envelope and put it in front of Shi Enzhou, "My original plan was to order two, one of which was a spare, but I changed the plan midway." There are six. The deposit is only so much, if it is not enough, I will send it again tomorrow."
Shi Enzhou picked up the envelope, opened it, glanced inside, and waved his hand directly: "No, this is enough. After four days, we will pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
"Will it only take four days?" Shan Duan Fan Ming looked a little surprised, "Can it be done so quickly?"
"Practice makes perfect." Shi Enzhou said as he walked towards the gate, "I won't see you off. This area is a bit evil at night, and a few days ago there were ghost magazines to collect materials."
"Spirit magazine?" Fan Ming Shan Duan thought of the little girl again.
Shizishan Hideki: "The atmosphere here is indeed very flavorful. As a Wanshiwu, I often hear news of people missing nearby. I think this is because there is a stronghold of human trafficking nearby."
No matter which country or era it is in, human trafficking, a business of blood and tears, always goes hand in hand with civilized society, almost like the shadow of civilization.
Shan Duan Fan Ming curled his lips: "Well, we will be careful when we go back."
After speaking, the two went out the door one after the other, walked down the creaking iron stairs, and came downstairs.
Shanduan Fan Ming looked up and saw Shi Enzhou's huge body coming out of the door, standing on the second floor corridor leaning on the railing.
He couldn't help looking away, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and quickened his pace.
Shi Zishan Hideki also did the same thing, and the two walked forward together.
The lights of the street lamps that are far apart look like empty curtains in the night, and on the other side of the curtains are the lights of Wanjia in Kyoto.
Then a ball of flames floated over at a fairly fast speed, passing through one after another "curtains".
Shanduan Fan Ming tensed up, staring fixedly at the approaching flame.
When the flame passed through the last "curtain", Fan Ming could see clearly that it was a patrolman riding a standard bicycle. The so-called flame was the headlight of the bicycle.
The patrolman glanced at Shan Duan Fan Ming and Shi Zishan Hideki, and rang the bell of the bicycle when they passed by them.
A series of crisp bells rang, and then the car drove away quickly, and the whole street became quiet again.
Shanduan Fan Ming and Shizishan Xiushu both quickened their pace, quickly passed through the curtain of lights, and finally returned to the parking place.
In front of the gate of the sentry box, the policeman was still standing there just now, still looking at Shanduan Fan Ming and Shizishan Xiushu, and immediately looked away.
At this time, Shanduan Fan Ming remembered that he didn't seem to see the little girl playing the ball on the way back.
He decided not to worry about it, and went straight to Shizishan Hideki's car, and he took a deep breath after getting in the car.
Shi Zishan Hideki also got into the car, and the first sentence was: "From now on, I will never come here during the day."
"You said before that the law and order in this place is not good, is that what you mean?"
"No, this place is really not safe. There are often security cases, and the police are unwilling to patrol this route at night. It is said that they draw lots to decide who patrols this route. But all I heard before were rumors. Never actually came."
Shizishan Hideki put one hand on the steering wheel, took out the cigarette case with the other hand, and took one out with his mouth.
"When the little girl was singing, you actually stopped." Shizishan Hideki glanced at Shanduan Fanming while touching the lighter, "Old Kyoto people will tell you that when you see something strange Just pretend you didn't see anything."
"Damn it, you just said it was a child from a nearby family!"
"Yeah, am I right? There are slums around here. If it weren't for the husband and wife to go out to work, it would be impossible to support the family. The child is at home alone after elementary school. How normal is it to run out to play at this time. This is the most reasonable judgment !"
Shan Duan Fan Ming shook his head: "Stop talking, drive quickly!"
Shi Zishan Hideki started the car, reversed the car skillfully, started on the road, and then kicked the accelerator and the car ran fast.
"If that's really something weird, are we still sitting here?"
He couldn't help but say another sentence.
Shan Duan Fan Ming: "Don't talk nonsense, go back to your house. Tomorrow morning I will go to a nearby temple or shrine to deposit money."
Shizishan Hideki: "You have to believe in modern science."
"I believe in modern science. I believe that all things that cannot be explained temporarily will be explained reasonably in the future. Stop talking and drive. Wait a minute, do you remember the bet we made? You didn't guess what I'm looking for Who, go to the nightclub, you pay tonight."
Only then did Tokoyama Hideki realize that there was still this problem, he cursed, then turned the steering wheel to reroute, and went straight to the best nightclub in Kyoto.
"Don't go to that kind of nightclub where you can hear geisha babbling! I'm going to a place where I can hug and drink with my bartender girl! It's best to provide champagne fountain service!" Shanduan Fan Ming suddenly remembered something and emphasized so much.
"Are you trying to bankrupt me?"
Chapter 152 The author who was urged by the operation officer to wake up together and dare not open QQ to directly code words finally updated during the day
The next day, afternoon.
Kyoto Daikichi North High, Kendo Department.
Endo once again knocked out the opponent in front of him, so the consultant teacher of the Kendo Department roared: "Endo! Don't knock people away, you bastard!"
"I just used a normal move to charge forward, and I should have earned it just now..." Nakato Endo said as he lifted his mask, seemingly not reflecting on his mistake at all.
"If you knock people into the air and injure them, it's useless! Also, don't use ancient techniques in competitive kendo! We are engaged in a sport, not an appointment with a swordsman!" Head coach Inohata Junfu roared.
"As a school in Kyoto, what's wrong with using Kasumi-ryu's moves?"
"According to what you said, don't you have to learn the Shingen style in the schools in Nara? And if you have to say it, you are not the descendant of the Kasumi style, are you? The thrust you just made is obviously a move of the Shingen style!"
Endo Zhongren did not answer, but bowed his head and said to the furious head coach: "I know I was wrong, please allow me to do it again."
"If you beat your sparring classmates out again, I will disqualify you from the main election and ban you from participating in the national competition!" Head coach Toshio Iduta said viciously, "I would rather give up the national competition victory that is at my fingertips than let me win the national competition." Others think that our Daji Mountain North High School has cultivated a lunatic who enjoys fouling!"
"I won't do it again." Nakato Endo bowed to head coach Toshio Ibata again.
The head coach glared at Nakato Endo angrily, and turned to guide the others.
The manager of the club who happened to have nothing to do beside him, Yukako Uejima, teased: "Endo-kun, if you are so angry with the coach, his last hair will be gone with the wind."
Nakato Endo ignored Yukako Uejima, who was dressed in sports shorts and showed her big white legs. Instead, he closed his mask, set up his bamboo knife again, and faced the opponent who had just stood up.
The sudden advance just now obviously made the second-year high school sparring partner terrified, and subconsciously distanced himself from Endo.
Endo Zhongren frowned: "You ran so far, didn't you foul? Come back to the starting line!"
"But...but!" The second grade stared at Endo Nakato's bamboo knife like he was afraid of something terrifying, and he was obviously stabbed out of the shadows.
"Don't worry, I won't be using thrusting techniques anymore." Chuto Endo switched his posture to the upper stance and raised the bamboo knife above his head.
Only then did the second grader feel relieved and returned to the starting line.
Uejima Yukako gave the command: "Start!"
The second grader wanted to attack, but as soon as he took a step forward, Zhongren Endo stepped forward and slashed down with great force.
Dajishan Beigao is a strong school in kendo. Although the second grader is not as good as Endo, he still has strength. He raised his sword to block quickly, but he didn't expect that the bamboo sword was directly knocked out.
Endo Nakato's bamboo sword fell directly on the second grade's gauntlet after knocking off the second grade's bamboo sword.
The second grade screamed, covered his hands and squatted down.
Seeing this, Kako Uejima immediately turned around to get the medicine box, but head coach Toshio Inota rushed over angrily: "Endo! What are you doing again?"
"I didn't hit the trapeze, and I didn't make any fouls. I hit the 'little hand' part, which should be considered my merit." Nakato Endo replied calmly.
On the island, Kako ran over with a medical kit and began to give emergency treatment to the injured second grader.
After taking off the gauntlet, you can see a large bruise on the hand of the second grader.
Kako Uejima only lightly touched the bruise, and the injured screamed.
"Head coach, you may have to send him to the school infirmary. This is not something that ordinary bruises can handle. I think there may be a mild wrist fracture."
Yukako Uejima, like Nakato Endo, is a third-year student. She has been working as a manager in the Kendo Department for the past few years and has accumulated experience.
Head coach Toshio Ibata pointed at Nakato Endo's nose: "You! You're like this again..."
"I didn't make a foul. I hit the small hand accurately. It was an effective attack. I should have earned it." Nakato Endo stared at Toshio Inota and said, "Still, the Quanjian Federation has updated the rules again, saying that as long as If the opponent is injured, it counts as my foul?"
Toshio Inoue was stunned for a moment, and then immediately retorted: "Although there is no such rule! But the injury just now is obviously related to you!"
"There is a possibility of getting injured in the kendo competition," Endo Nakato was completely unmoved, "Everyone here has also suffered a lot of injuries along the way. The incident just now can only be regarded as an unfortunate accident. Even if you want to hold the blame , You should also go to the manufacturer of the hand armor.
"Because it was obviously a quality problem with the gauntlets, someone was injured during the match."
After talking about this, coach Toshio Ibata was at a loss for words, because even he felt that what Endo said seemed to make sense.
Endo continued: "If this happened in the kendo competition, then all our opponents will have more psychological pressure when facing us, and I think it will be of great benefit for us to win the national championship. "
Toshio Jingduan hesitated to speak, and finally he sighed: "Then you can do whatever you want. But I still want to warn you, if you use this trick frequently, the Quanjian Federation will definitely have objections, and I won't wipe your butts for you then. "
Endo Nakato: "When the Quanjian Federation reacts, we have already won the national competition."
Toshio Inodu looked helplessly at Endo Nakato: "If the heart goes astray, the sword will go astray as well."
"Is there anything wrong with going on an evil path? It's all right if you can win or not?" Endo Nakato asked.
Toshio Jingduan was choked by this question, and it took him a long time to recover: "Well, it seems that I have nothing to teach you. It's also because my heart is not firm enough. I really want a national champion, otherwise you are already dead. Get out of the Kendo club."
After speaking, head coach Toshio Inota turned and walked towards the first-year freshmen he had been coaching just now.
At the same time, the other four members of the Daji Mountain North High Kendo Club came to Endo Nakato.
"It's very powerful. You can use a bamboo knife to injure people through the armor." Ruoben Chengrui, a chubby vanguard, said that people who practice kendo are rarely fat, but there are exceptions to everything. If someone despises Ruoben because he is fat , will definitely suffer.
"I just wanted to knock the sword off." Nakato Endo said that in Japanese kendo competitions, if the sword is dropped, it will be directly judged as a loss, so knocking the sword off is a good way to directly win, "I like this Just win straight away."
"Will you win directly if you knock out the sword?" Sai Feng Yuki, who was wearing glasses, folded his hands on his chest. "It's a strategy. I'll give it a try in the Kyoto preliminaries."
"That old man," the backbone Teng Shengcheng glanced at the head coach who had already gone to instruct the first-year, "are you talking about that kind of spiritual theory again? The integration of mind and skill..."
"No, the integration of mind and skill exists." Endo looked at Teng Shengcheng, "I have seen it. So I am also moving in this direction. What the coach said just now shows that I am also close. Infusing the desire to win into the way of the sword is the first step in the integration of mind and skill.
"You better do the same, otherwise you won't be able to win against those monsters at the National Convention."
At this time, the deputy general Guangshan Gongxiong said: "The monsters are usually generals, so I leave it to you. As for personal battles, if we encounter them, we will collect information for you."
"Ah, please." Nakato Endo said in a deep voice.