As for "Yagawa Fumu", the strongest of the Ninagawa Yanagi style of this generation, few can compare with his swordsmanship.
He can also be said to be a true master in the field of vigorous martial arts.
"..."
If it weren't for some reasons, "Yanagawa Tomugi" had some personal conflicts with the contemporary leader of the Oshigawa Yanagi leaf school, "Chiba Yudai"...
It is simply impossible for Yamamoto Ichiro to have the chance to recruit a master of the level of "Yanagawa Fumu" as a personal bodyguard.
And it is precisely because of the protection of "Yanagawa Fumu" that Ichiro Yamamoto was able to survive several previous terrorist attacks without incident and is still at ease until now.
"…………"
However, as the number of attacks increased, Yamamoto Ichiro became increasingly uneasy.
Because the intensity of the attack was getting stronger and stronger, gradually threatening his life, Yamamoto Ichiro had no choice but to spend a lot of money to seek help from the Black Dragon Group.
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After briefly introducing everyone, Yoshiro Igawa pointed to No. 3 and said to everyone: "He is No. 3. This is the first time the organization has sent him here to perform a task."
After hearing this, the four people sent by the "Black Dragon Group" glanced at No. 3, and then turned their attention back to their employer, Yamamoto Ichiro.
"..."
However, Yanagawa Fumu's wise and cold eyes stared at No. 3 for a long time, staring at No. 3, which made No. 3 feel a little unnatural.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, penetrating into the depths of the soul. The look in the eyes is different for each personality.
Rumor has it that some people have lightning-like eyes and can see into the depths of other people's souls and spy on good and evil.
Yanagawa Fumu has been practicing Ninja for many years, so his strength is naturally extremely strong.
His willpower and observation skills are far beyond ordinary people. In his forties, he has suffered the vicissitudes of time. His eyes are wise and sharp, penetrating into the depths of people's hearts.
"..."
Yanagawa Fumu himself actually approved of the four bodyguards his boss had hired from the "Black Dragon Group".
Although these four people exude murderous intent and are not good people, as far as their skills are concerned, these four people are all masters and have rich experience.
However, Yanagawa Tomigi did not feel a sense of crisis or oppression from these four people.
As far as the result is concerned, if there is a conflict with these four people, Yanagawa Fumu himself has absolute confidence and will kill the four of them under the ninja sword.
"..."
However, the young man standing in front of him at this moment gave him a feeling of oppression like a beast.
This made his calm state of mind for many years become uneasy again.
No. 3, who had long noticed that someone was paying attention to him, frowned slightly. No. 3 was not used to strangers looking at him like this, and his body subconsciously tensed up.
At the same time, his right hand habitually touched the dagger hidden on the inner thigh. However, after thinking about it, he stopped the movement of his hand, but he still remained vigilant.
Yanagawa Fumu also keenly discovered a powerful murderous intention at this time, and locked himself.
In his heart, he secretly became vigilant, and for a moment that no one else could see, his right hand rested on the knife.
Just when the two of them were at war with each other, a voice suddenly came, making the two people who were originally very nervous temporarily relax.
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"Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro, then I will hand over number three to you." It turned out that in this short period of time, Yoshiro Igawa and Kenichi Sato had reached an agreement with Ichiro Yamamoto and completed the final handover.
Ichiro Yamamoto stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Yoshiro Ikawa, and said with a smile on his face: "Team leader Yoshiro Ikawa, thank you very much. I hope we can have a happy cooperation."
Yoshiro Igawa also said with a kind face: "What Mr. Yamamoto Ichiro said, this is our duty."
Finally, after Kenichi Sato arranged everything, he was ready to leave here with Yoshiro Ikawa and return to the Black Dragon Group.
"…………"
But before leaving, Kenichi Sato glanced at No. 3 with a profound look. The sudden outbreak of murderous intent was immediately noticed by everyone on the scene except Ichiro Yamamoto.
It's just that for various reasons, no one has revealed it. Before leaving, Sato Kenichi gave No. 3 a warning, asking him to complete the task honestly and not to cause trouble for the organization.
No. 3, who understood the meaning, nodded silently to show that he understood. After Kenichi Sato and Yoshiro Ikawa leave. Yamamoto Ichiro walked directly in front of the six people. His eyes swept over the faces of the six people one by one, and finally fell on the face of No. 3.
"From today on, you will be my personal bodyguards dedicated to protecting my safety. We will communicate more in the future." Yamamoto Ichiro said solemnly.
"Yes, boss!" The six people heard this and said in unison.
Upon seeing this, Yamamoto Ichiro waved his hand and said: "You don't have to be so restrained, it makes me a little embarrassed. Relax, so as not to make the atmosphere between the two of us a bit awkward."
The six people glanced at each other in unison. On the surface, they seemed relaxed, but secretly they were still tense.
After surviving many years of endless killing battles, caution and caution have almost become their instincts. What's more, as the boss, Yamamoto Ichiro was only polite, and the six of them didn't take it seriously at all.
"Got it, boss!" Even so, the six people still said neatly on the surface.
Yamamoto Ichiro seemed to be quite satisfied with them, nodded and said: "Well, not bad!"
After pondering for a while, Yamamoto Ichiro looked at Yanagawa Fumu and said: "I have decided to temporarily appoint Mr. Yanagawa Fumu as the bodyguard captain. Mr. Yanagawa Fumu, my safety in the future will be entrusted to you."
Yanagawa Fumu nodded slightly when he heard this, without showing any joy, and calmly accepted the appointment.
No. 3 and the other four people did not have any objections to this appointment on the surface. Although they were a little unconvinced in their hearts, the five people chose to accept the employer's order.
Yamamoto Ichiro glanced at everyone and saw that no one objected. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, not bad!"
Yamamoto Ichiro glanced at everyone and saw no one objected. He nodded with satisfaction. Then he raised his right hand, looked at his watch, and said again.
"I'm in a hurry right now. Let's go back first. After we get to my house, we can make detailed arrangements for your work tasks."
"Yes, boss." The six of them still said in unison.
Hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro smiled faintly, turned around and walked outside.
"…………"
Yanagawa Fumu and the other five people followed immediately, forming a pentagon to firmly protect Yamamoto Ichiro in the middle.
Seeing this, No. 3 shrugged his shoulders, picked up his things, and followed the crowd.
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At the same time, the helicopter had already ascended into the air.
Kenichi Sato glanced sideways for a while, seeing the very gloomy sky outside the window, and suddenly asked casually.
"Hey, brother Yoshiro Igawa, why do you think the senior leaders of the organization specifically asked this kid who has not yet received a code name to participate in this A-level mission?"
Yoshiro Igawa was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he laughed, and then said with a hint of warning: "Brother, this is the intention of the higher-ups in the organization. The dirty relationship between the higher-ups in the organization, and the struggle for interests, have nothing to do with us little people."
"We just need to do what they tell us. If we make random guesses, we may lose our lives."
"…………"
Kenichi Sato didn't expect Yoshiro Ikawa to say that at all, and his expression immediately darkened.
Immediately, Kenichi Sato looked at Yoshiro Ikawa with a strange look for a while, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Sato Kenichi took out a pack of cigarettes from his chest pocket and started smoking silently.
"…………"
The helicopter suddenly became quiet, no one said a word, and the atmosphere in the air was slightly tense.
"Hoo--ho!"
On the dark asphalt road, one black Honda's latest luxury version top-of-the-line sedan, roaring past at a speed of more than 100 miles per hour, driving forward quickly.
In a Honda limousine located in the middle of the motorcade, Yamamoto Ichiro was sitting in the passenger compartment. Number three and five others sat in the back.
This is a specially made, latest Honda luxury version, the only top-end sedan.
This is the only top-end sedan with a very large interior that can accommodate more than 20 people at the same time without being crowded.
The interior of the car is luxuriously decorated, with computers, high-end projection TVs, and even small refrigerators.
Yamamoto Ichiro was sitting in the passenger seat, drinking red wine elegantly, and his magnanimity from the top upper class society was fully demonstrated in him.
As the captain in charge of safety, Yanagawa Fumu naturally sat next to the boss without any doubt.
And No. 3 and five other people were sitting behind the cab to protect Yamamoto Ichiro to prevent any danger.
Ta da...ta da...ta da..."
I don't know when, raindrops suddenly fell from the sky and slapped on the car window, stirring up a burst of sounds from small to loud. Scattered light rain gradually began to fall outside, blurring the scenery outside the car window.
"…………"
In the car, Yamamoto Ichiro's originally good mood was completely ruined by the light rain.
He put down the red wine glass in his hand and looked at the blurry scenery outside the window. He suddenly fell silent and didn't know what he was thinking.
And in such silence, No. 3 suddenly felt a hint of danger, which made him very uneasy.
At this moment, No. 3 suddenly heard a strong sound of breaking through the air. This was not a sound that ordinary sniper guns could make. Instead, it was a harsh and powerful sound that only armored bullets or small mortar shells could make.
