Yuan Zhisheng tried his best and finally took the stairs to the "non-existent floor".
The situation here is much better than expected, at least there are no signs of fighting.
The bad news is that the person who was supposed to be here is missing.
"It's too late, brother." A playful voice appeared behind Yuan Zhisheng.
Yuan Zhisheng was not surprised by Gu Bei's arrival.
When a very important character is hidden behind the scenes, it is not surprising that he appears wherever he appears.
"Where's Eri?"
"Who knows," Gu Bei shrugged his shoulders and walked to the square table to sit down. "Maybe he was deceived by some evil scientist."
Yuan Zhisheng stood still for a while and sat across from him.
The dark blood flowed down the clothes to the ground, staining the floor an ink color.
It was almost like he crawled out of blood.
The two sat quietly for a while, and Gu Bei used the cup on the table to make two cups of milk tea - the milk tea powder he ordered from a roadside shop.
Yuan Zhisheng looked at his movements: "Aren't you worried?"
"Worried?" Gu Bei pushed a cup of milk tea to Yuan Zhisheng, "What are you worried about?"
"Eriyi..."
"Stop!" Gu Bei put his right index finger on the palm of his left hand, making a "stop" gesture, "I'm telling you, uncle, you know that guy's true identity, right, but why do you make me feel... ...As if you really thought of him as Eri?"
Yuan Zhisheng picked up the milk tea and drank a cup, and the mellow sweetness flowed on the tip of his tongue: "There is no such thing as what you said. I just acted based on my own beliefs and involved that innocent passerby. A bait to replace Eriki... Wouldn't you feel guilty about executing such a plan?"
"Hey, hey, I understand, I understand," Gu Beisha nodded matter-of-factly, "In short, that's what you are, right? A righteous partner, for everyone, you will never let innocent people sacrifice, right? !」
After saying that, Gu Bei smacked his lips, with a look of disgust on his face: "It's really disgusting."
Yuan Zhisheng was unmoved: "It's disgusting to judge other people's ideals without permission."
"Thanks for the compliment."
"Each other."
Yuan Zhisheng shook the tea cup in his hand, watching the warm white mist rising from the warm milk tea, and felt a little warmer.
It was stormy outside, but the two people in the room were in a strange kind of peace.
It was obvious that these two guys had just experienced a massacre, and countless deadlies had died under their hands in the blink of an eye, but now the two of them were sitting opposite each other like elegant gentlemen, sipping tea.
Milk tea is also tea.
Gu Bei rubbed two fingers on the outer wall of the teacup: "There is an old saying in China, which is called 'It takes a thousand days to commit a thief, but not a thousand days to guard against a thief.' You should understand the truth of this sentence." "
Yuan Zhisheng nodded, then shook his head: "I know that your target is not only Herzog, but also the White Emperor. You want to revive the holy skeleton and completely eliminate him to avoid future troubles, but this is not what you will do. The reason why that person was involved, Herzog... Tachibana Masamune, I know him, that person fell into his hands, even as Eri Yi, it is difficult to guarantee what will happen next, in case something happens Three long and two short..."
"There won't be any shortcomings," Gu Bei asserted, "Let me put it bluntly, your worries are undoubtedly unnecessary."
"Why do you say that?"
Gu Bei looked into Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, those golden eyes had never been extinguished from the beginning to the end.
This is a side effect of excessive use of blood, especially in an overloaded mode like the Dragon Bone state. Dragon blood is much more corrosive to hybrids than imagined.
In other words, Yuan Zhisheng is the descendant of the White King and the heir of the emperor's blood. Otherwise, he would have gone berserk with this level of erosion.
Gu Bei stared at those dazzling eyes: "Even though that guy looks wilted, judging from his bloodline, he is much stronger than you."
"Better than me..." Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment, "Are you kidding?"
Gu Bei shook his head: "Stronger than you and your younger brothers and sisters combined."
"Together..." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly reacted, "You guys, you won't bring another king to Tokyo."
silence……
But that's the best answer.
"Hey, you guys really want Japan to sink! Speaking of which, the explosion in Chiyoda District when we first met seemed to be related to the Dragon King... Could it be the same..."
"Stop!" Gu Bei made the "stop" gesture again.
He had no idea of answering Yuan Zhisheng's question, but it was obvious that his attitude gave Yuan Zhisheng an answer.
"You guy..."
"Let's talk about that guy's identity," Gu Bei forced to interrupt Yuan Zhisheng, "Actually, it would not be right to say he is the Dragon King. After all, the power does not really belong to him yet... Let's put it this way, it is possession. A candidate for the Dragon King who is qualified to become a king!"
Gu Bei gave him a thumbs up with a "Come and praise me" expression on his face, but now Yuan Zhisheng just wanted to give him a knife - cut him with the spider in his hand.
"Anyway, what that guy said is fine. If nothing else, he is protected by a devil. If something happens to him because of me, that guy who always likes to play the role of a disgusting shota will have to do it every day. Stick with me, I will never let this happen."
Only the last sentence is true...
Yuan Zhisheng sighed, and finally chose to believe Gu Bei.
Although this guy threw two Dragon Kings into Tokyo in a row, used his brother as bait, and acted extremely unreliable, it seems that there is no other choice except cooperation at the moment.
"How is the situation outside?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.
Gu Bei shook his head: "I don't know, but it must be quite confusing. After all, it is such a good opportunity. Wouldn't it be a pity if we don't seize it."
"Indeed," Yuan Zhisheng nodded, "but in other words, this is also an opportunity for the Sheqiba family."
"I understand, this is what I mean by taking this opportunity to eradicate all internal disharmony."
Gu Bei drank the milk tea in the cup, then clapped his hands: "Okay, the things here are almost settled, I will take you out."
"Um."
Gu Bei stood next to Yuan Zhisheng and grabbed his clothes: "Let's go."
Seeing Yuan Zhisheng disappear, Gu Bei scratched the back of his head: "Did I forget something?"
——
Yuan Zhisheng felt like the world was spinning and he couldn't help but hold on to the table in front of him.
When he came back to his senses, he looked around again.
It's still the "non-existent floor" in Genji Heavy Industries. The surrounding environment has not changed at all, but there is less of a sense of detachment.
It seems like we are back to reality.
Yuan Zhisheng thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
——
"Master! Escape quickly! Escape quickly..."
The sound on the phone stopped, and what was left was the wind-like sound of blood spurting from the carotid artery.
The elite of the Sheqi Eighth Clan had his neck cut open. Before that, he was obviously running and roaring just to report the news to Fuma Kotaro.
The vehicle where the head of the outer five families was located was protected in the center by other members of the Sheqiba family, while the outermost defense line was still crumbling.
Fuma Kotaro put down the phone and walked to the window to look out. Suddenly, a bright light came on at the end of the long street.
It was a dark group of motorcycles with their headlights on, and hundreds of tactical shotguns being loaded amidst the sound of rain. The lethality of this weapon was incomparable to those Remington shotguns last night. These were military equipment through and through. .
"It's coming." Fuma Kotaro sighed softly, covering his face with his hands to prevent glare, "You must be prepared, right?"
Shio Miyamoto took out the weapon from his briefcase, which was a folded
With a stacked compound crossbow and barbed pure steel crossbow arrows, he began to insert boxes of crossbow arrows into pockets all over his body. The elegant suit was full of pockets sewn in secret places.
Ryoma Genichiro's weapon is a pair of short black steel rods with rhombus-shaped protrusions cast on the surface.
Sakurai Nanami slowly took off her suit jacket. Under the suit jacket, she was wearing an off-shoulder evening dress, with clear collarbones and round shoulders. Her hands were empty and she did not hold any weapons, but her standing posture was like that of a female leopard before launching an attack.
Inuyamaga lit a cigar, Onimaru Kunitsuna on his waist ready to go.
"Although we don't know how our action route was leaked, we should leave this matter to be investigated later. Now we need to buy as much time as possible. Everyone will send people to support us."
Fuma Kotaro checks the magazine of "Old Path Lotus".
"We have to hold on longer. The other side is also a mixed race, so don't leave any room."
He took out his cell phone and was about to call Yuan Zhisheng when the phone suddenly rang. Yuan Zhisheng called first.
"The Menggui set up an ambush on the way back and launched a siege against us. It seems that they are preparing to break through the bottom line and turn Tokyo into a battlefield."
Fuma Kotaro said.
"Now we only have 300 people here, and the other party may have 3,000 people. We will try our best to hold on longer, but we need the rescue of fresh troops."
"I understand, reinforcements are on the way." Yuan Zhisheng's voice was a little hoarse, "You guys just hold on a little longer."
"yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Fuma Kotaro turned to the four heads of the Miyamoto, Inuyama, Ryoma and Sakurai families: "Gentlemen, Tokyo is our territory, and this is the time for us to protect our territory."
"Understood." The four family heads said at the same time.
"Miyamoto-kun, you lead a team of people, use local materials to build bunkers, and harass the opponent from a distance." Fuma Kotaro said.
Miyamoto Shio didn't say anything, he put a box of crossbow arrows into the crossbow machine and turned around to leave.
"Ryoma-kun, you and I will form a team, and Inuyama-kun and Sakurai-kun will attack in two directions, attracting firepower alternately."
"yes!"
Even Inuyama Ga had no objection to Fuma Kotaro's command.
Everyone had completed their tasks. Fuma Kotaro stood in the crowd, raised his arms and shouted: "Gentlemen, this battle is a battle of honor and a battle of justice. You guys will do your best. Don't be afraid of death. Death is just a battle." Sleep forever, we have accepted the trust you have given us over the years, and today is the time for us to repay this trust!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
——
At the top of the steel frame of the Rainbow Bridge, the four Caesars were waving their weapons to kill Deadpool who was climbing up like ants.
These things hold bone knives in their mouths, dig into the steel frame with their sharp fingers, and climb up, stacked layer by layer.
There are not many bullets left, so you have to use them sparingly. Occasionally, the Deadpool with bone wings spread out on his back will jump up and then glide up. These are all solved by Xia Mi.
Fingel stood up like a giant bronze bear, waving his palm as big as a cattail leaf, and slapped away the Deadpools who climbed up one by one, even slapping their heads off.
Chu Zihang released Jun Yan again and again. Although this word spirit was extremely draining of energy, if released at the right time, it could knock hundreds of deadpools into the steel frame at one time.
But the fallen Deadpools did not necessarily die. Some Deadpools fell to pieces with only half of their bodies left, and they continued to climb up with one arm.
Fortunately, the Rainbow Bridge is supported by a portal-shaped steel frame, and they can use the top position of the steel frame to resist the thousands of Deadpools below.
They would have died hundreds of times if they were caught in a swarm of Deadpools.
But Caesar's bullets will always run out, Fingel's Bronze Throne is also very harmful to the body, and Chu Zihang's Jun Yan is not a free word spirit. They will always be exhausted and then be swallowed up by the Deadpools.
The only one who can escape at that time is probably
Only Xia Mi.
As for letting Xia Mi transform into a dragon and fly them out...
To be honest, this method is not impossible, but what about flying out?
Jormungandr is not a perpetual motion machine. They will eventually land. If they cannot find the exit of this Nibelungen, their efforts will be in vain.
And at this moment, they have no way to think about other things.
All the fighting skills learned in Kassel Academy can now be used without reservation. Every knife will bring out ink-like black blood. I don’t know how many bones are broken. Every time a Deadpool is kicked over, a Deadpool will be knocked down. Climbing up in a row, they guarded each other's blind spots behind each other and cut through each other smoothly.
Fingel twisted a Deadpool who came in front of him and asked, "Boss, why don't we transform into Kamen Riders?"
Caesar's mouth twitched: "Didn't you read the manual? That thing needs to be cooled. It needs to be left for at least a week before it can be used again. If the cooling time is not enough, the Yuan Qi in the drive will produce a lot of loss, which may lead to transformation. The device is completely scrapped."
As he spoke, he shot Deadpool in the head as he fell from the sky. Xia Mi flew over and kicked Deadpool's body away while he was still moving.
"Ah, is there such a setting?" Fingel cried.
In the cold sea breeze, Caesar suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and kicked a dead attendant off the steel frame. "Who is missing us at this critical moment?"
The knife in Chu Zihang's hand kept slashing: "No matter who it is, it is better than dying and not being missed."
Xia Mi lowered his height slightly: "Is there a possibility that we have indeed been forgotten by someone..."
Chu Zihang: "..."
Caesar: "..."
Fingel: "...That seems to be the case."
