In the silent night, a crescent moon hangs in the starry sky, like a lost sailboat in the vast galaxy, shuttling through the dark clouds made up of waves. Sometimes it disappears, sometimes it rides on the waves...
The raging wind mercilessly wraps up everything along the way. Sometimes there are sudden bursts of wind, like the roar of tigers and wolves; sometimes the breeze is like silk, like the roar of snakes and scorpions...
The wind supports the moon, and the moon rides on the wind. The lonely and cold moon pours down the only light with difficulty. The mottled light penetrates the shadow of the dancing trees and projects onto a three-story building, with different shadows and shadows. Fading and appearing...
On the balcony of the small building, Miyazawa and his party were smoking alone. He looked into the distance, crossed his chest with one hand, his face was solemn and cold, and the alienated moon shadow was projected on his blank face, tired and tired...
"There are only two hours left before the deadline for deportation. It's time to leave." Yamaguchi Motoko leaned against the balcony door and said softly.
At this time, Masako has not yet changed back to her original face, she still has the face of Jenny.
Miyazawa didn't answer. He took a deep breath of smoke, and the blue smoke completely submerged his head...
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed quickly from the garden downstairs, its vigorous figure was like an ape in the jungle.
The black shadow jumped up and reached the balcony. The strong wind instantly blew away the smoke wrapped around Miyazawa's head.
The black shadow held a long sword with a thick handle and swung it at Miyazawa two meters away...
Wherever the sword's edge passed, there were gusts of wind, and the cold light reflected the moon; the sword's assassination force, the wind and the remaining clouds, rushed towards Miyazawa's life gate like the top of Mount Tai...
"Dang!" A shrill sound penetrated the sky, and as the firelight burst, a samurai sword was placed in front of Miyazawa's face. The sword was holding the sword, and the sword was pressing against the sword. Under the dim light with mixed cold shadows, two forces were Wrestling in secret...
The wielder of the sword was Yamaguchi Masako. She had a cold eyebrow, an angry look, and slightly opened arms. She protected Miyazawa and his party within the barrier constructed by the katana sword and her body.
The black shadow's gaze was like an arrow, and he greeted him with a cold face. There was murderous intent on his face that was cut with an axe. He raised his wrist, turned his body, and slashed at Masako diagonally with the sword edge...
Masako pulled with one hand, and Miyazawa was pulled behind her. She blocked it with her backhand, and the sword in the black shadow's hand was blocked back into the air.
Masako took advantage of the situation and flew forward, raised the sword in the air and executed 3 moves in a row. The sharp slashing movements summoned the soul. The sword was fatal. The black shadow blocked it with a sword. The sword was in the shadow, and he was forced to retreat.
The black shadow retreated to the railing. He put one foot on the ground, jumped up, and rolled 360 degrees in the air. At the same time, he pressed the sword down and stabbed straight towards Masako's head. Masako shook his head like a lion, holding the knife horizontally. Just listen to the sound of "dang", the sword head stabs the blade.
The black shadow raised his sword and feinted. Masako instinctively swung the sword to meet him. He opened his body completely. The black shadow took advantage of him and struck out with one palm. Masako secretly knew that he had fallen into the trap. He shrank back, but the huge palm force It still hit her shoulder, and she stumbled backwards...
Before her body fell, the shadow's sword edge reached her. She put her back feet on the ground and sank down. Her waist drove her body backwards like a long snake. The sword edge moved forward against her abdomen, even grazing her. The tip of her nose passed like a cold light.
Masako's body was almost forced into a reverse bow position by the sword's edge. Her back was almost touching the ground, relying on the strength of her two legs to support all the strength of her body.
The moment the tip of the sword passed the tip of her nose, she put one hand on the ground, spun her body, took advantage of the situation to fly into the air, and swung the sword to slash at the black shadow's sword-holding hand. It was too late, and then it was faster. The sword retracted and did a backflip, flipping out more than ten feet.
Masako was willing to give up, stretched out one foot in the air, stepped on the guardrail and jumped up high. The katana was raised above her head, and she slashed towards the black shadow like a mountain pressing down on top.
The black shadow bent his knees and slid forward, sliding behind Masako, and she jumped away.
The black shadow held the sword in both hands and stabbed her in the opposite direction from above her face. She had already landed on the ground and turned sideways. The sword blade passed through the clothes on her chest and plunged into the wooden pillar.
He tried to pull out the sword, but was unable to do so. Masako seized the opportunity and waved with one hand. The blade of the sword was carried by the cold wind and slashed towards the black shadow's face. His body quickly spun back, avoiding a continuous 720-degree spin. The sword in his hand remained on the wooden pillar.
Masako sneered, crossed his sword across his chest, yelled and slashed towards the unarmed black shadow. The shadow made several evasive moves in a row. He could only parry but had no power to fight back. He dodged left and right, turned up and down. Sliding... was completely suppressed by Masako's fierce offensive.
The black shadow was forced into the living room. He rolled on the spot and avoided Masako's fatal blow. Wherever the blade passed, a deep crack was cut on the ground.
Taking advantage of the victory, Masako pursued and launched another series of life-threatening attacks, forcing the black shadow to jump into the sofa. Among the stuffing flying in the sky, the sofa was penetrated by countless small holes.
Suddenly, a golf club in the corner caught the shadow's eyes. He grabbed a broken part of the sofa and threw it at Masako, "噌噌噌..." Half of the sofa was chopped to pieces by the cold light of the samurai sword, and he got Taking a breather, the shadow grabbed the golf club and swept towards her.
Masako slashed with the knife, and the golf club was instantly cut into three slanted sections about 5 centimeters long. The black figure spun around, and before the three slanted sections were cut off, he struck out. One caught them.
He turned back and heard "Swish, swish!" Three rays of silvery cold light flew out from his hand, and he fired three darts at her. The darts were exactly the three 5-centimeter-long oblique cuts. Small paragraph.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Three darts hit Masako impartially. Two of them did not hurt her arms, but nailed the sleeves of her left and right arms tightly to the wooden door. The other darts hit her hair. The bun was cut off, and her hair fell down, covering her beautiful face.
She shook her head instinctively, her fluffy hair flying in the air. When the two strands of hair covering her eyes were thrown to her ears, the sharp point of a chopped golf club was pressed against her head. Around her neck, the black shadow held it and stared at her coldly...
Masako raised his head and looked at him with the same cold light...
The two were so close that their breathing could be heard clearly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoosh..." Five bodyguards filed in, holding pistols and surrounding the black shadow.
"Put down the gun!" one of the bodyguards yelled.
Masako glanced at the bodyguards, then turned her gaze to the shadows. A sneer flashed across her lips: "Whether the golf club in your hand is faster or their gun is faster!"
"If you fail to complete the task, you will die. Why don't we compete now to see who is faster." Black Shadow said coldly.
"If you let her go, I can guarantee that you will complete your mission!"
A low voice came, and Miyazawa and his party were seen walking slowly from the balcony while talking, with a pistol in his hand.
"Let them shoot and leave me alone!" Masako said loudly.
Miyazawa ignored her. He turned his eyes to the bodyguards and said in a sharp and majestic voice: "Put down the gun."
The bodyguards looked at each other with confused expressions.
"I said put the gun down!"
Miyazawa's voice was not loud, low and stern, enough to scare the bodyguards, and the guns in their hands slowly lowered.
Miyazawa slowly walked up to the black shadow and raised the gun in front of his eyes: "I will be your hostage. Will you use the gun or continue to use your golf club?"
"Golf club." The shadow said expressionlessly, with a cold murderous look on his brows.
Miyazawa twirled the gun in his hand, stretched the barrel of the gun under the broken golf club, and then slowly moved it towards his neck. The two men's eyes were cold and stern, staring at each other like thousands of sharp arrows. Until the sharp oblique cut surface touched Miyazawa's neck.
A kind of deathly coldness filled the living room...
"What do you want?" Miyazawa asked.
"Your life!" the shadow replied.
Masako was furious and tried to kill the shadow with a knife. Miyazawa raised his hand to signal her not to act rashly.
"Let me die with dignity, okay?" Miyazawa said calmly.
"Can!"
"Come to my study?"
"good."
"Aren't you afraid that I will ambush someone in the study?" Miyazawa said with a sneer.
"Aren't you afraid that I will pierce your neck?" The black shadow responded with the same sneer.
The two of them walked slowly towards the study, with Masako and the bodyguards following behind. Miyazawa raised his hand to signal them to stay where they were.
"Bang!" The black shadow opened the door and pushed Miyazawa in. He quickly stepped into the door and closed the door heavily.
"Can you take the thing off my neck now?" Miyazawa stared at the black figure and said with a sneer.
"Are you so confident that I can take it off?"
"If you really wanted to kill me, you would have killed me with one shot when I was smoking on the balcony, instead of using that earth-shattering sword."
"Hmph!" The black shadow sneered, and the cross-section golf club in his hand dropped. "It seems that you discovered me when I entered the courtyard."
"Bang!" The golf club was thrown to the ground by the black shadow, and he turned around and sat on a chair.
"Why are you looking for me?" Miyazawa said and sat across from him.
"We fought."
Miyazawa frowned and looked at the black figure carefully. He was about 28 or 9 years old. His face was sharp and angular, and he looked heroic. His bronze muscles were strong and powerful, and his strong body had the ability to lift mountains and carry cauldrons. Gong, there was an awe-inspiring aura between his brows.
"Have we fought before?" Miyazawa searched hard in his mind.
"G Guopu Linsi City, the local group, the Heping V-shaped team, Liu Hanyang, and those who were near Zhou Yun's house a few days ago." The black shadow reminded.
"Are you from the Intelligence Agency of State Z?"
"The Minister of Defense has a good memory!" Black Shadow said and stretched out his hand, "Wu Yijun, chief of the Counterespionage Division."
"I've heard about it for a long time. It's like thunder. Thank you for meeting me!" Miyazawa said and held his hand heavily.
After the two shook hands, Wu Yijun stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, looked around a few times to make sure that no one was there, and then returned to the place.
"Don't worry, there won't be anyone outside. They won't dare approach the study without my order."
Wu Yijun leaned forward, his mouth almost touching Gong Ze's ear: "There is a mole in your bodyguard!"
"The mole?" Miyazawa's face turned serious.
"One of your bodyguards, Miio Watanabe, was instigated by the Dark River Company. They have everything in your hands."
Miyazawa's face became colder and darker, and he slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
"As early as the top-secret meeting of the seven countries held by Berrini, the security personnel around the political leaders of various countries were instigated by the Underwater Company to rebel one after another."
"What about you?" Miyazawa said, pressing the phone number.
"We responded in a timely manner and they did not succeed. However, the other six countries, including you of course, had their bodyguards instigated by the Dark River Company to rebel one after another. Your every move is transparent."
A muscle on Miyazawa's cold face twitched suddenly. He put the phone to his ear and shot his murderous gaze forward: "Masako, take Miio Watanabe to the suburbs to make sushi. After you finish making it, divide it into whatever you want. The copies were buried in different places.”
"Wait a minute!" Wu Yijun raised his hand, "If you kill him, today, my drama will be in vain."
"you mean?"
"What I want to tell Mr. Miyazawa is that the previous expulsion of you was also the intention of the Crisis Plan. Including my pretending to assassinate you this time, it is all part of the overall plan."
"Overall plan?"
"Yes! According to the overall deployment of the Crisis Planning Agency: you will be expelled first, and then I will kill you. This will send a message to the Dark River Company that we are at odds with each other and lay the foundation for the next step. Therefore, Watanabe must first Mei Xiong sends this message out.”
"Then, how about we cooperate next?" Miyazawa asked, stroking his lips.
"Yes, within the overall framework of the Crisis Plan!"
Wu Yijun paused and continued: "The Crisis Plan provided me with information. The information showed that Dark River Company suddenly mastered industrial-level controllable nuclear fusion technology. It is now uncertain where this technology comes from and whether it is compatible with Does that mysterious alien irregularity have anything to do with it?”
Miyazawa listened quietly, staring closely at Wu Yijun...
“But what is certain is that this technology is decades ahead of us. The most important thing is that it is not an ordinary technology, it is weapons-level. To describe it as a weapon of mass destruction would be inadequate. "
Wu Yijun paused and continued: "Information shows that Dark River Company will start building a lunar base and mine helium-3 in the lunar soil. Once they form a complete industrialized system based on controllable nuclear fusion, the iteration of weapons will The upgrade will be an exponential explosion.”
"No wonder they're collecting helium-3 around the world."
"By then, Dark River Company's global armed forces will be crushing, which can be described as asymmetrical. By then, we will be like a group of primitive people holding sticks to it."
"The earth is in their hands, and it will be very dangerous." Miyazawa said gloomily.
"Yes." Wu Yijun sighed deeply.
"We must work together to stop it!"
"That's why I came to see you today."
"Didi..." The smart bracelet on Wu Yijun's hand rang. He swiped lightly, and a message popped up: Miio Watanabe has found your identity, and he has sent the message about your assassination of Miyazawa. Gave it to Dark River Company.
"Now we can deal with Miio Watanabe." Wu Yijun said.
"What do you think I should do with him?"
"That is your internal matter. However, my suggestion is to temporarily keep him alive, control him, and let another person take his identity and send our modified intelligence to Dark River Company."
Miyazawa picked up the phone, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth: "Masako, take Miio Watanabe to rest and find him a unique place to rest."
"I hope we can have a happy cooperation!" Wu Yijun said and extended his hand.
In the courtyard, the shadows of the trees were swaying and the night was colorful. Miio Watanabe, who had just finished sending a message to Anhe Company, turned around and walked towards the small building. Masako held a samurai sword in his hand and rushed behind him like lightning. Before he could react, She raised the knife and dropped it. With a "click!", an arm fell to the grass.
After a while, two bodyguards came out of the hut. The two of them lifted Miio Watanabe, who was spitting blood, and walked towards a car...
