Yi Mingmin was very nervous at this moment, and there was chaos on the radio, full of the screams of his comrades who had been ignited by the incendiary bombs.
Yi Mingmin has undergone harsh training, and he is one of the elites chosen among millions. He has actual combat experience several times, but this is the first time he has seen this scene.
Compared with the previous "actual combat" this time, it was simply pediatrics.
The enemy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and they didn't even know what the enemy's real body was. If the mobile team of the Japanese police came in, Yi Mingmin would not be as uncertain as he is now.
Now he saw everything as an enemy in hiding, and the darkness around him seemed to hide thousands of troops.
A voice in Yi Mingmin's heart shouted loudly: "Shoot, whatever it is, shoot anything suspicious!"
Just then, the radio started playing music.
Yi Mingmin looked up at the nearest speaker in doubt—why is there music playing? What is Captain Li thinking
**
a few minutes ago.
A third-year student in the Applied Physics Department of Kyoto University, Takamiyama Akira, took two students from the Radio Department of the same university, and a junior student from the Physics Department of Osaka University who came to support him, cut off the control of the broadcasting system, and then turned the The line was pulled to a temporary broadcasting station modified with telephone landlines, tape recorders, and equipment requisitioned from the light music department.
"The circuit is finished." The classmate of Osaka University is in charge of making the circuit, and he gave Takami-san Akira a thumbs up while talking.
Akira Takami picked up the phone receiver, which has been changed into a microphone: "I am Colonel Musca, and we are fighting to save everyone. Those who are capable, please join us..."
"Wait a minute, what the hell is Mr. Muska?" the one from Osaka University interrupted Akira Takami.
"My pseudonym." Said Takami Sanaki.
"What the hell, and I haven't heard that this announcement is going to be issued, isn't it about playing music to disturb the enemy?"
"My declaration is also a part of disturbing the enemy."
"Okay, let's play the music, it's a mess down here, who will listen to your declaration?"
"Indeed, but I declared half of it, you have to let me finish it? Otherwise, everyone will feel that we are unreliable..."
"Don't worry," the person from Osaka University showed a smug smile, "I cut the broadcast for you just now when you picked up the receiver to talk, and there may be a few areas where the cut is slow and you heard the first two or three words, no Tighten up.
"Listen, don't do unnecessary things, follow Kiryu-sama's plan, and execute it well!"
The students of Osaka University directly gave Kazuma an awesome honorific title. However, none of the people present felt that there was anything wrong with this honorific title.
Akira Takami curled his lips, put down the receiver reluctantly, pressed the button, and started playing music—he was inspired by the song "Horatius on the Bridge" by Kiryu and Mabei before, and chose a very Roman music .
"You Will Return Like Lightning" was written by the Greeks to commemorate Constantine XI, and Horatius is also a hero of Rome, and a hero of the Roman Republic.
Speaking of Rome, of course, if it is a republic, Rome that is not a republic is just a parody of the glory of Rome.
**
Yi Mingmin was distracted by the sudden music playing, and he realized that now he had a very big opening and might be caught.
The moment he realized this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Veterans all said that if one loses one's mind on the battlefield, one's life will be lost.
Yi Mingmin hastily regained his attention and pulled himself together—
So he saw the darkness in front of him rushing towards him.
He froze for a moment before realizing that it was the person killed in the darkness.
The man was holding a shining Japanese sword, which gave Yi Mingmin a sense of confusion. If the other party was holding a gun, he might have reacted.
Why do you still use Japanese swords in this era? At this critical moment, Yi Mingmin only had this idea in his mind.
But his body, which has undergone a lot of training, still made a correct response, turned the gun and grabbed the trigger.
The gun didn't go off.
Mainly because Yi Mingmin had lost his trigger finger.
Normally speaking, after cutting off Yi Mingmin's finger, the knife would get stuck on the gun, but the man who did it was extremely skilled with the knife, and the distance was well controlled. The blade only cut off Yi Mingmin's finger, and the tip of the knife cut When passing through the plastic case of the M16, only a shallow scratch was left.
Before Yi Mingmin realized that he could no longer pull the trigger, his brain finally realized that it was time to shoot and gave the command to pull the trigger.
The knife light flashed again, this time it was Yi Mingmin's wrist that was severed.
Seeing the blood rushing out from the fractured arteries, Yi Mingmin's brain finally caught up with the rhythm of his body, so he began to scream.
At this time, Yi Mingmin's partner, who was on alert in the other direction, realized that something had happened to Yi Mingmin. He turned around and shot, but this actually killed him, because another attacker was waiting for him to turn around.
The saber technique of the other attacker was obviously not as exquisite as the first one, but the wide-open and closed saber technique was so powerful that the blade flashed across an arm and disappeared.
The M16, which lost its restraint, was pushed up by the recoil and fired upwards.
At this time, Yi Mingmin was stabbed in the chest. The blade pierced his pectoralis major, pierced his lung through the space between two ribs.
Blood welled up his windpipe, and the salty smell of death filled his mouth.
Yi Mingmin realized that he was about to die, and with the last of his strength, he shouted out the clearest thought passing through his mind at this moment: "Mom..."
**
Kiryu and Ma pulled out Tiger Toru, and shouted to the fallen enemy: "You support yourself first, and I will find someone to treat you right away."
Ma Jian was shocked: "Is this man dead? Are you still looking for someone to treat him?"
"No, I avoided the vital points."
"Your sister, you cut off the hands, and you can kill them with just bloodletting."
"No, he's not dead yet. He called his mother just now, and I heard it very clearly." Hema said as he rushed to the next group of enemies.
Because of the broadcast and various reasons, another group of enemies did not realize that their companions had been touched.
If they find out that there is a problem now, they turn their guns and fire at this side, at this distance, Hema and Kenichi can only temporarily avoid the edge.
Now the two of them are bowing their bodies and running towards the enemy with a knife in one hand.
And for some reason, both of them subconsciously imitated the running postures of the sword lords in the sword and halberd movie.
This posture is not necessarily faster to run, but cool is really cool.
The enemy still noticed Kazuma with the last few steps left.
Hema heard the enemy shout something in Korean.
He saw that the enemy turned his gun around, and decided decisively to give up the assault to avoid the edge—
However, at this time, on the roof of the booth on the left of the enemy, a person suddenly stood up, holding the Coke bottle in his hand, and shouted: "Eat my Molotov cocktail!"
The two Koreans turned their guns without saying a word, and aimed at the roof.
However, after the man shouted, he had already retracted and hid behind the only iron part of the roof. The bullets tore the cardboard shell and the plastic roof, and jingled a series of sparks on the iron plate.
The next moment, Kazuma, who gave up dodging and chose to go straight, rushed to the range where the knife could attack.
He swung the knife with one hand, and slashed from bottom to top, the tip of the knife just swept across the wrist of enemy A.
—Damn it, this Huche is a little shorter than the authentic one, the distance is really hard to grasp!
Jianhao sometimes likes to use a knife all the time, not because he only loves that one, but because he is used to the length and weight of that knife.
Many swordsmen in history, when using their favorite swords, they turned back into mortals directly with other swords, just like opening a swastika.
He Ma used an unfamiliar knife, and the result was that he often clicked to the end. This time, the enemy only injured his left hand. He turned around and held the gun with one hand and wanted to show some color to He Ma, so He Ma could only do it again. Make up for it.
The enemy's gun finally fell to the ground, and he himself uttered an indistinguishable scream or battle roar, and ran towards Hema, as if he wanted to use his teeth to win back a city from Hema's hand.
He kicked the enemy to the ground with his horse.
"Next!" He Ma turned his head and shouted at Ma Jian, "It's enough to destroy the combat power, hurry up! Before the enemy can react!"
Jin Ma Jian nodded, and the two rushed to the next "sentry post" again.
When passing by the booth of the one who attracted attention just now, Kazuma raised his head and asked, "Are you okay?"
The person on the roof stretched out a hand and shook the Coke bottle in his hand.
He Ma thought he had just thrown out the Coke bottle as a Molotov cocktail, but he didn't expect that he couldn't bear the leftover Coke in the bottle.
This guy is kind of interesting.
Looking back, everything is over, maybe we can get to know each other.
**
Among the hostages, Ma Bozhi was locked in the office together with several colleagues from the convention and exhibition center. There were also many unfamiliar faces that Ma Bozhi did not recognize in the same office.
He guessed that all the unlucky people who didn't have time to run in the exhibition hall today are here.
An hour and a half ago, a few girls in the uniforms of the convenience store in the convention center came over and delivered a wave of bread and water to Zhongma Hiroshi and others.
Originally, Zhongma Bozhi expected that there would be a note hidden in the bread and water, with a message calling for a series of resistance or something—but he rummaged through the bread and water, but he didn't find such a thing.
Sure enough, that kind of movie plot can't happen in reality.
As soon as Zhongma Hirozhi thought this way, the riots began.
At the beginning of the explosion, Zhong Ma Bozhi thought that the kidnappers were doing something to threaten the government.
Immediately afterwards, the situation became chaotic. There were constant explosions, screams and gunshots outside the office, which made a senior who was about to retire in the next department lament that he seemed to have returned to the front line of Guadalcanal Island.
Zhong Ma Bozhi originally wanted to ask what happened, so he knocked on the office door.
The gangster guarding outside the office said impatiently: "West, what's the matter with you? Can't you just stay quietly?"
"Well, we want to ask what happened, it sounds very confusing." Zhong Ma Bozhi tried his best to maintain politeness and decency.
However, what he waited for was not a reply from outside, but gunshots.
Accompanied by the sound of "West Bar", the gun rang, and one of the middle horses thought for a moment that he was beaten to death by the gangsters through the door, and then realized that he was not the target of the gangsters.
The M16 outside the corridor fired about seven or eight bullets, and the gunshots were replaced by screams.
This was followed by the sound of a blunt instrument tapping.
After two very heavy "puffs", the corridor was quiet.
"Are there employees from the convention center?"
A very young voice came from outside.
Zhong Mabo was in ecstasy, he didn't know what happened, it seemed that someone knocked down the guard at the door.
He was about to respond to the outside, when the broadcast started for no reason.
"I am… "
A voice that Zhong Ma Bozhi had never heard came from the loudspeaker of the radio.
After saying "I am", the broadcast stopped abruptly.
Zhong Ma Bozhi wondered, "What the hell are you doing? What's the situation now?"
The next moment, the broadcast was "rebroadcast" again, but this time no one spoke, and the music was played directly.
Zhong Ma Bozhi had never heard this song, but some of his colleagues could hear it: "This is your coming back like lightning? Why did you play this song?"
"Maybe it sounds imposing?" another person guessed.
Zhong Ma Bozhi just wanted to participate in the discussion of his colleagues, and the people outside the door repeated the question again.
Then there was another voice urging the interrogator: "Maybe the enemy noticed that we used the convenience store workers to spy on the military situation, and temporarily changed the location of the detention. Should we withdraw?"
Zhongma Bozhi finally remembered the important thing now.
"Someone's inside! Someone's inside!" Zhong Ma Bozhi yelled again and again, "Don't retreat, get us out quickly!"
There were several voices outside shouting at the same time: "There are people! Dig them out quickly!"
Immediately afterwards, the person who asked Zhongma Bozhi the question said: "Please step back, we are going to open this door, for fear of accidentally hurting some of you."
Zhong Ma Bozhi's colleagues ran back after hearing this, shouting as they ran, "They are going to blow up the door, back away!"
Before Ma Bozhi Sa Yazi could start running, a fire ax pierced through the door of the office, forcibly digging a hole out of the door panel.
To be honest, this scene is a bit intrusive, and Nakama Hiroshi doesn't know why he feels this way.
A few seconds later, half of the seemingly indestructible door of the office was smashed, leaving only the locks of the robbers hanging on the door intact.
Soon, only the lock was left intact on the door of the office.
A person dressed as a college student stepped on me and entered the room with the melody of returning like lightning: "Several, we are evacuating the crowd through the safe passage, please follow me. The girls who are convenient but said that you have injured people here, who is it?" ?”
The hospital bed formed by the joined tables between Zhong Mabo and Nu Nuzui: "That's on the table."
The college student turned his head and gave a wink, so two college students came in with a folding stretcher—a place like the convention and exhibition center deals with tourists suffering from heatstroke from time to time, and everything that should be prepared for first aid such as a folding stretcher is ready.
The college students swiftly carried the injured away.
Zhong Ma Bozhi followed the stretcher of the wounded and went straight out of the big office where he was held for more than four hours. He was almost suffocated by the smell of burnt meat as soon as he went out.
He took a closer look, and there was something that looked like a human being burning on the ground. The strong nausea made him almost vomit on the spot.
At this time, the college student who saved the life asked loudly with an M16: "This is a seized weapon. Are there any former self-defense officers here?"
Zhong Ma Bozhi raised his hand: "I am."
The college student threw the gun to Hiroyuki Nakama: "Then you use it. Master Kiryu said, those of us who have not been trained, using guns indiscriminately will not only fail to hit people, but also put our own people in danger."
Hiroyuki Nakama nodded: "Master Kiryu is right."
While talking, he took the M16 handed over by the college student and checked it skillfully.
At this time, he heard his colleagues mutter: "Kiryu... Could it be Kiryu Kazuma?"
"Who is it?"
"It's the one in the newspaper, the one that was super popular a while ago."
"Oh, I remembered, the one who said it was the inheritor of modern ninjutsu?"
Suddenly, the college student who had been shouting "Master Kiryu" yelled angrily, interrupting the chatting of Hiroyuki Nakama's friends: "Is it time to chat now? The enemy is powerful, and Lord Kiryu is doing his best to attract the enemy's attention. Create an opportunity for you to escape! Don’t be ignorant of flattery! Move quickly, withdraw as soon as possible!”
**
At the same time, Kiryu and Ma finish their "share" by cutting down the last enemy assigned to him.
While wiping the knife, he turned his head to look at Kenichi Kinma, but suddenly found that Kenichi Kinma's expression was a bit complicated.
After thinking about it with Ma, he felt that it could only be the reason, so he said, "I'm not used to killing someone for the first time. Even if I know it's self-defense, and I know the villain I'm killing, I can't avoid it."
Kenichi Jinma turned his head to look at Kazuma: "Is this your personal experience?"
"No," He Ma shook his head, "You may not believe it, but I haven't killed anyone yet. Even though all the enemies so far are dead, I killed none of them."
Near Ma Jian, he took a look at the enemy who had fainted at the foot of the horse.
This enemy was obviously on the verge of bleeding and shock, and He Ma didn't take any rescue measures. Considering that the current situation would definitely cause him to be delayed in sending him to the hospital in time, the enemy was probably in danger.
"Senior, you don't want to say that as long as it doesn't directly kill you, it doesn't count as your killing?" Jin Majian asked.
He Ma shook his head: "No. Let me tell you the truth..."
Before Hema could say anything, a big figure fell from the sky, and when it landed, Hema felt as if the mountains were shaking and the ground was shaking.
At this time, Hema's eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and he recognized at a glance that this guy who fell from the sky was Li Zhenghe.
As soon as Li Zhenghe landed, he began to applaud: "It's amazing, it's amazing! You organized such a riot in such a short period of time. Your efficiency is much better than that of the CIA."
"It's thanks to your existence that constantly reminds me that even if it's a second slower, innocent people may die." He Ma said coldly, and at the same time put the wiped knife back into its sheath—he was getting worse and worse. The more accustomed to the pursuit of a sense of ritual, the more sheathing the knife at this time is an integral part of the sense of ritual.
Holding the scabbard Hu Che with his horse, he stared at Li Zhenghe and said coldly:
"We haven't decided the outcome of this afternoon's match yet."
While talking with the horse, he slowly pulled out the knife that had just been sheathed.
For every inch pulled out, the arc that looks like a crescent moon grows an inch longer.
"It just happened to happen now, come on, you and I are the only one who can get out of this gymnasium alive."
Li Zhenghe laughed loudly, and then took out two Rebeta pistols from the holster on his trouser belt.
He said, "Just what I want!"