When they arrived, there were already many people eating in the dining hall, which was very noisy. Chu Xiang glanced at them and saw that they were all vicious people who spoke unscrupulously. If they weren't in a military camp, they would have gotten angry. The young soldier took a few people to sit down at a table and left. Then the staff from the canteen brought the food. The food was quite sumptuous, with big fish, meat, vegetables, fruits and snacks, everything was complete.
The monk was not afraid of meat and fish, so he directly reached out to take the meat in the basin. The others looked at the fat white hand reaching into the plate, and they all looked at it angrily. The monk ignored it and ate happily.
The muscular man and the young man who was humming a tune suddenly felt chilly in their bodies. Seeing the conflict coming, the monk still turned a blind eye, feeling confident and unafraid at all.
Chu Xiang remained calm and watched the development of the matter. At this time, the white-faced young man tried to smooth things over: "Guys, we all come from the same place. Don't make people laugh."
The monk was unpredictable, and he was in the military camp again. It would not be good for anyone to take action rashly. Now someone was trying to smooth things over. At the foot of the stairs, he snorted coldly. The young man who sang a little tune dissipated the coldness in his body and took a plate of meat that the monk had not touched. He ate it by himself, but the muscular man did not give up. He became so angry that he slapped the table and all the plates on the table jumped up.
I didn't expect things to develop like this. Seeing that no one had anything to eat, everyone hurriedly showed off their skills. Seven people and fourteen hands came out at the same time. The plates were less than two feet away from the table, and they all returned to the table. There was no trace of the food on the plate. Didn't fall out.
"Don't waste the delicious food, please eat quickly." The white-faced young man continued to smooth things over.
The fuss was over, and he was a little discouraged. The muscular man did not speak, but moved his chopsticks. From the beginning to the end, the monk looked calm, ignoring the few people, and just ate and drank by himself. Fortunately, there was a white-faced young man to smooth things over, otherwise, given the habits of these people, there would most likely be a fight. Nowadays, everything you do depends on your strength. No one cares about your identity until you see the real deal. You can't bluff people based on your outfit.
After a while, Chu Xiang was finally able to have a good meal. Chu Xiang was not interested in meat. Most of his chopsticks fell on vegetables and snacks, and all the meat was eaten by the monk and the muscular man. A few people ate for a while, and then people came in one after another. There were more and more people in the restaurant, estimated to be 156 people. The people at other tables were not as tense as here. Most of the noise was about Japan-related things.
Someone was shouting excitedly: "Damn it, I finally have a chance to fuck a Japanese woman. Just thinking about it makes my cock hard."
"I heard that women in Japan have a good life, so they need to find a sorceress to have a good time."
"Rape first and then kill. Killing and then raping will be the best."
"Kill all the Japanese men and keep the women for fucks."
"Fuck, I've wanted to blow up the Yasukuni Shrine for a long time, and now I finally have the chance."
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The entire restaurant was full of demons and all kinds of people, shouting and shouting, but no one paid attention, and the restaurant almost collapsed.
The food in the canteen was well prepared. The eight people swept the plates clean, and nothing was wasted. After the eight people had eaten, it was time for tea, and people at other tables also finished their meals, and someone from the military finally showed up.
A young soldier wearing glasses came into the restaurant and said directly, regardless of whether everyone in the noisy restaurant could hear him or not: "The destination of this operation is Japan. The goal is to get back the national treasures snatched by Japan and destroy the Yasukuni Shrine." , seize the Tiancongyun Sword, the Eight-foot Mirror, and the Eight-foot Qiongquyu. The ship will take you to the place closest to Japan on the national border, and will wait there to pick you up after a month. The mission reward is measured by the completion of the overall action, three pieces The treasures and the Yasukuni Shrine each account for 20% of the completion level, and the detailed information will be sent to you after we get on board."
The young soldier wearing glasses left after saying that. Then a soldier came in. One soldier took five tables of people to a car. Six cars left the military camp. After a while, they came to a temporary dock and everyone got off the car. Got on a Jianghu-class frigate.
After boarding the ship, the frigate immediately set sail and headed towards the East China Sea. The personnel on the ship distributed to everyone the printed mission details, maps with Chinese markings of each target point, and photos of various target items. At the same time, Chu Xiang's The electronic version of the details was also sent to my mobile phone.
Many people don't read the information and just throw it away. Obviously, for them, completing the task is not the main content, but taking the opportunity to achieve their own goals is the most important.
Chu Xiang read the information carefully, found the person responsible for responding, and asked, "Is all this information accurate?"
The person in charge of the response was a sturdy colonel officer, who said to Chu Xiang: "It's not certain. Most of Japan has been submerged by sea water. This information is based on Japan's altitude. After conducting deductions, the target object may be there." Regarding the location, the only thing that can be determined is that the Yasukuni Shrine is still in its original location and has not been submerged by the sea."
"The Yasukuni Shrine is so big that it is difficult to destroy it with manpower. Didn't you provide bombs or something like that?" Chu Xiang continued to ask.
"Yes, compressed high explosives. To prevent problems on the road, they will be given to you when we arrive." said the colonel.
Chu Xiang nodded and went to rest without asking any other questions. The waves were undulating and the battleship was swaying. Sitting by the guardrail, Chu Xiang carefully observed the crowd, but unfortunately he didn't find anyone who could speak Japanese. Not familiar with the place and language, but with more than a hundred people, Chu Xiang felt that it was not unusually difficult to complete the mission. Although Chu Xiang has never been to Japan, he still understands the situation in Japan. As far as the art of swordsmanship is concerned, Japan is not inferior to the country at all. There are many masters in the country, and there must be many masters in Japan. A group of rabble, each with its own unique characteristics. Their respective plans and strengths are uneven, so you can imagine how much they can accomplish.
Everyone on the boat was shouting and gearing up, preparing to go to Japan for a big fight. Suddenly, a dark mass of birds gathered above their heads. Confirming the threat, the gunfire sounded, and the Phalanx close-in defense guns on the ship opened fire. The deafening sound lasted for several seconds. The birds in the air were scattered, most of them were blown into pieces, and only a few scattered and escaped.
The fallen bird carcasses caused a large group of fish to gather. Fortunately, the carcasses fell behind the boat, otherwise there would have been big trouble.
The frigate rode the wind and waves, and not long after, it had entered the sea area before the great change. The endless sea was undulating with waves, and there were three-foot waves even if there was no wind. The frigate, with a displacement of less than 2,000 tons, was swaying back and forth, as if it would be sucked into the sea at any time.
When Chu Xiangzheng was worried about whether a big fish would overturn the frigate, he received another message on his mobile phone. After reading it, he found that it was a message from the military's operation headquarters. The message directly stated that the real purpose of this operation was The purpose is to eliminate the masters of the island country and collect information about the masters of Japan. Seizing the treasure is just a distraction. Let him find a way to use the power of everyone to remove obstacles and reduce the effective strength of the island country.
It turns out that this is the case. No wonder they sent so many people there to seize the treasure. The Japanese held the stronghold, but they were just attacking the stone with an egg. Knowing the true purpose of the military, Chu Xiang made some calculations and made a plan in his mind. He went straight towards the great monk who came with him.
"Amitabha!" Chu Xiang walked up to the great monk and clasped his hands together.
Along the way, the monks never recited a word of Amitabha. The monks did not recite Amitabha. Those who were not monks recited Amitabha instead. It was extremely strange.
The great monk looked at Chu Xiang and suddenly laughed. He took a deep breath and finished most of the cigarette in his hand. He opened his mouth and blew out, and dozens of thin strands of smoke shot towards Chu Xiang's face like a gun. Chu Xiang didn't move and blew slightly. Twelve of the smokes were blown back, and the other thirteen that hit the front door turned upwards and drifted away.
Twelve streaks of smoke shot back, and the great monk blew another breath. The smoke turned into a hazy smoke net and covered Chu Xiang. Chu Xiang blew again, and the smoke net stopped between the two people intact. After a moment, Dissipate in the air.
"Very good." The great monk said, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.
"I need your help with something," Chu Xiang said.
"It is the Buddha who saves those who are in trouble." The monk said with a smile and started to spit clouds and mist again.
"Does the monk kill people?" Chu Xiang said.
"Buddha breaks off sins and protects lives and rescues people in distress." The monk said with a smile, smoke rising from his mouth, like a compassionate Buddha in the incense.
Chu Xiang laughed and said, "Chu Xiang, nice to meet you." The word Chu Xiang was inaudible, and only the monk could hear it.
The monk also laughed, clasped his hands and said, "Wu Monk, I have long admired you."
It turns out that this person is a monk, no wonder he is so unpredictable.
The Smiling Buddha has no monks, with a pair of iron palms spanning the three eastern provinces. He was originally a protector monk of the Shaolin Temple. Later, he left the Shaolin Temple for unknown reasons and transferred to the Dabei Temple to practice. After the great changes, he did not know why he became what he is now. He changed his name to Wuseng. , cruel and moody.
After looking at the crowd, Chu Xiang walked towards a burly man standing on the side of the ship. The Luotuo man had a tall frame and looked very imposing, with rough hands. He was wearing a pair of Jiefang shoes that were covered in mud. His clothes had not been washed for an unknown period of time. An unbladed steel sword without a sheath hung on his waist.
Chu Xiang was thinking about how to persuade the big man Luo Tuo, but the big man Luo Tuo spoke first: "Don't worry about it, I won't cooperate with that person."
His back was always turned to the two of them, but he knew what they were talking about in the noisy crowd. This laid-back man was certainly not mediocre.
After smiling, he understood that this big man was probably a straightforward person, and Chu Xiang said: "I didn't say we must cooperate, I just want you to do a favor."
"Do you usually ask for help like this?" the Luotuo man said.
Chu Xiang smiled and said, "No, generally I rarely ask for help."
"I rarely help others." Luo Tuo said.
"That's just right." Chu Xiang laughed.
"Not good." The big man said.
"What should we do?" Chu Xiang asked, unable to stop laughing.
The arrogant man said nothing.
After a while, Chu Xiang asked, "Do you need any help?"
"No." The big man said.
"This is difficult to handle." Chu Xiang said with a bitter smile.
After a while, when Chu Xiang was about to give up, the stubborn man said, "Why did he agree to help you?"
"Maybe it's because my smoking skills are better." Chu Xiang said with a smile.
"My smoking skills are also good." Luo Tuo said.
"The situation is complicated. One more person means more safety." Chu Xiang said.
"He is not someone who needs safety." Luo Tuo said.
"Do we have to know?" Chu Xiang asked helplessly.
"must."
"Okay, I'll ask him." Chu Xiang said with a bitter smile.
Before Chu Xiang could ask, Wu Monk's voice came over: "Because I know he will definitely look for you."
The old man turned around, his resolute face was full of traces of vicissitudes of life, he had black stubble, his eyes were half-squinted, the cigarette in his hand had been burned out, and the long ash was held in his hand. The boat was rocking back and forth. It didn't fall off.
"I also want to see what the Smiling Buddha is capable of." The tall man opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed like lightning.
The matter was done. The arrogant man did not ask Chu Xiang's name. Chu Xiang walked straight towards the other person.
This is a thin old man who is described as ugly, with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, ugly big yellow teeth, a sparse goatee, long rough hair pulled into a bun, wearing tattered clothes like a beggar, and a dirty handle With a long dagger stuck on his waist, he sat with his legs crossed on the side of the boat, away from the crowd.
"Hello, Master Taoist." Chu Xiang sat down in front of the ugly middle-aged man and said.
The thin old man looked at Chu Xiang sideways and said, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, let it go."
Chu Xiang's guess was correct, this man was a Taoist priest. Throughout the dynasties, monks became demons in prosperous times, and Taoist priests came down from the mountains in troubled times. Most of the Taoist priests who came down from the mountains in troubled times were almost like beggars.
"I need help from senior for something," Chu Xiang said.
"Who are you? Why should I help you?" The ugly Taoist snorted, still looking at Chu Xiang sideways. Chu Xiang took a closer look and realized that this person was born with squinting eyes and did not look at him intentionally.
"The three treasures of the devil are not easy to obtain. We can be more sure if we work together. My name is Chu Xiang." Chu Xiang said, first telling the reason and then his name. He didn't know if the Taoist knew him. If he did, telling his name first might give people a clue. A feeling of oppression.
"Chu Xiang? I don't know, what does it have to do with me whether you grab the three treasures or not." The Taoist said, squinting at Chu Xiang.
"We are actually here. No one wants to return empty-handed, right? With your old skills, you must be too lazy to get rid of ordinary treasures. Of course, if you want to grab them, you have to grab the three treasures. But there are so many masters in Japan. If you act alone, you will inevitably get something wrong. Wrong, it’s easier and safer to do things with more people,” Chu Xiang said.
"Safety in numbers? Not necessarily." The ugly Taoist sneered.
"Even if we can't work together, we can at least attract the enemy's attention. I guarantee that no one will hold us back," Chu Xiang said.
