Half a day later.
On the flight from Tokyo to the Imperial Capital of China, a young man and a lolita duo appeared here, eating airplane meals and watching movies on their tablets.
After taking off.
Okita Takayuki looked at the plane taking off unwillingly, and said in a spiteful voice: "Nakajima-san, did you really not tamper with the plane? Just let him go back like this?"
"if not?"
Nakajima Sang sighed slightly and said helplessly: "Even the Thor missile group can't help him. If the plane crashes, only ordinary people will die, and Zhao Fan may not lose even a hair. If so, not only If we cannot keep him, our country will be pushed to the forefront."
In the past half day, she had ordered all the intelligence networks to investigate. Twenty minutes after Mount Fuji was razed to the ground, the young man and the little girl appeared in another city and were photographed by cameras on the street. In this way, for four days in a row, I visited the four major islands before returning to the same city of Tokyo where I started, showed my face openly, and finally took a plane back to China.
The other party's actions are intriguing, as if they are showing off their power and irony.
Now, the Japanese side no longer thinks about how to kill Zhao Wusheng, but is in danger. When it activated the Thor missile group that day, it was like losing its wife and losing its troops. Not only did it not kill the opponent, but it also lost the carefully constructed external environment in the past. The image of Mount Fuji was also lost.
He even lost the mainstay Miyamoto Mamoru!
I lost all my money. If this was a business, I would definitely lose even my underpants!
Just as Okita Takayuki and Nakajima Sa watched the passenger plane disappear from the sky and were about to leave, suddenly, a black light and shadow passed by.
next moment.
The two of them were grateful for the coldness in their stomachs, and subconsciously looked down. The upper body was scratched from the lower body, and a sword as black as ink was suspended in the void in front of them, with blood still dripping from the tip of the sword.
"This..." Nakajima Sa hurriedly activated the supreme healing technique of the Onmyoji lineage, but was a step too late.
That black flying sword was harvested like the scythe of death.
moment.
Nakajima Sa's head was separated from his upper body, and except for the thrown head, the rest of his body exploded into a mist of blood.
The same was true for Okita Takayuki next to him. His dumbfounded face looked at the shattered body below him, and he couldn't understand what happened. Because he had not become a saint, his vitality was suddenly cut off and he died!
There were many people at the airport, including ordinary people and extraordinary beings who followed the two. At this time, they all fell into a huge panic, panicking and screaming at the top of their lungs...
As Nakajima Sa from the middle period of the Bible, when her body was destroyed, her soul shrank into her head, floating in the air and looking at the life-threatening black sword, "Who are you?"
"Jiangzhou, Zhao Fan!"
The sword shook slightly, and a faint sound came out.
It turned into black light again, accurately penetrated Nakajima Sa's head and soul, and shook violently.
Buzz…
There is no Nakajima Sand in the world!
What follows is that in Japan's extraordinary world, winter has arrived!
Miyamoto really defended himself to death.
Nakajima Sand is dead!
Takayuki Okita is also dead!
And that black sword, in full view of everyone, circled in the void, then turned into a stream of light, chasing the plane above the clouds as fast as lightning...
Those Japanese extraordinary beings who were not affected were so frightened that they almost lost their wits. Some hugged their heads and cried, some knelt down and stared blankly at the black stream of light in the distance, and some picked up their mobile phones to make emergency notifications.
…
Soon after.
