Outside Ping An City, the Yamamoto Special Forces Team is stationed.
A special guest is welcomed here, Oki Fujita.
At this moment, Fujita was dressed in black, with a black scarf covering his face, and a metal forehead protector tied to his forehead.
He stood silently in the shadow on the side of the mountain, neither happy nor sad, just like a real shadow, making people ignore his existence.
If Xu San were here, he would definitely say: "Holy shit, ninja."
Fujita Oki, he doesn’t even remember his original name, maybe he doesn’t have a name at all.
Ninjas are not as cool as in anime, nor do they use fancy ninjutsu.
They are just dead soldiers, assassins, a group of shady people living in the dark, people who don't even have tombstones after death.
As a ninja, he started his mission as the secret bodyguard of Yoshio Shinozuka.
Later, he turned from darkness to light, joined the Honda Special Forces, and became an assassination and stealth instructor.
Later, he was transferred to the Ping'an County Prison and became an ordinary jailer.
Of course, as an excellent ninja, he cannot be wasted guarding a prison.
His actual task is to secretly protect Mishima Kazuhachi, and he directly takes orders from Yamamoto Kazuki.
The Mishima Consortium is Japan's leading chaebol and a leader in the military industry. It is naturally a big deal for the second young master of his family to join the army.
Of course Yoshio Shinozuka would not take this lightly, so he made a series of arrangements for Mishima to upgrade to three levels in a row.
First of all, Mishima was transferred from the first-line combat force to the second-line force, so that he would not have to go out to fight. He would stay in Ping An City as a jailer, which could be regarded as a kind of redirected protection for him.
Then, arrange a high-level ninja as a bodyguard, which can be regarded as the second level of protection.
"Is there any trouble for Mr. Fujita's late-night visit?" Yamamoto stopped what he was doing, turned around, walked to a coffee pot, and started making coffee.
"There's no trouble, I'm just not sure how to deal with it alone."
Yamamoto poured a cup of coffee and pushed it in front of Fujita: "Who is it?"
Fujita didn't drink, but said lightly: "It's a Chinese named Xu San, a member of the Imperial Alliance Army."
"Chinese? Is there anything special about him?"
"He understands Japanese, has a big accent, owns a grocery store in Ping'an City, and has a good relationship with Master Mishima. What's special is that his marksmanship is very good. I learned from other Imperial Alliance soldiers that he can use his hands to The gunshot hit the matchbox on top of the military dog’s head fifty meters away, and it was a rapidly moving military dog.”
Yamamoto was secretly amazed!
This marksmanship is among the best in his special operations team.
It is not difficult to hit a matchbox with a pistol at a rapid rate of 50 meters. This is a basic requirement in his special operations team.
But when it comes to hitting a moving target, it's still the speed of a military dog. Even he is not completely sure.
Is there such a character in the Imperial Alliance Army?
Maybe there is!
After all, China has a large population, so it is not unusual for one or two geniuses to emerge from time to time.
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, he held the table with both hands, and kept tapping the table with his fingers. He was considering whether to get rid of Xu San.
Because after all, people who are not from my race can stand together now, but they will be stabbed in the back if they are not prepared, and the Imperial Alliance Army is ahead of the curve in this regard.
However, Oki Fujita's words about "having a good relationship with Master Mishima" still made him wary.
Even though he now has a lot of say in the military, at home he is nothing compared to the Mishima family.
If Master Mishima is disgusted by killing Xu San by himself, even a little revenge may cost him his life.
After careful consideration, Yamamoto continued to ask: "What is Master Mishima's attitude towards him?"
"Young Master Mishima thinks highly of this Imperial Association Army member. The two of them had a great conversation at the wine table, and they also intend to accept him as a retainer."
Yamamoto walked around the room, feeling very unhappy. He felt that the second young master of the Mishima family was too good at reading people.
My marksmanship is no worse than that of Xu San, why don't you want me to be your retainer?
I am a Japanese, and the conditions are the same. Why should I give special treatment to this foreigner?
The more I think about it, the less I understand, and the more I think about it, the more jealous I feel.
But he still restrained the murderous intention in his heart: "Then what do you think of this Xu San? What about his loyalty to Master Mishima?"
Fujita closed his eyes and recalled his brief contact with Xu San today: "We haven't been in contact for long, so I can't tell, but I can arrange a test."
After hearing this, Yamamoto immediately became interested, "Oh, can you tell me? I'm very curious about your ninja's methods."
"For Master Mishima's safety, we can use women and money as bait to test his loyalty to the empire and Master Mishima."
The next day, when the sky was bright, Xu San came to the yard and started practicing legion boxing.
Going to bed early and getting up early to exercise was the first good habit he developed after time travel.
The body is the capital of life, no, the capital of revolution. Only through diligent exercise can we ensure that we can cope with unexpected difficulties on the road of revolution.
Unfortunately, it's a bit of a pity that you can't practice shooting at will.
After a set of military punches, a thin layer of sweat broke out on my body. I picked up a cold towel and wiped it. It felt very comfortable.
"It's so ugly. Are you doing bastard boxing?"
A discordant voice appeared behind him, and Xu San knew it was the young rich woman Tian Yu without looking back, because there was no one else in his house.
"This can be called military body boxing. It is used to cultivate soldiers' perseverance, bravery and tenacious fighting style. It is of great significance." Xu San explained.
Tian Xue pouted, feeling that Xu San was making nonsense again: "I don't believe it? The army doesn't practice such ugly boxing techniques?"
"You don't understand this. The actors on the stage fight well, but they are just pretentious, and it doesn't work well in a fight."
"I won't tell you anymore. If you go out later, help me buy some gunpowder. I'm angry and my mouth is blistered." As he said this, Tian Xue turned up his lips, revealing a small bubble.
Looking at the ulcer on Tian Xue's lip, Xu San was happy: "Is it blistering? That's right!"
"How are you talking? You don't have any sympathy at all?"
"If you say you deserve it, you deserve it. I bought ten kilograms of melon seeds to sell, and you have eaten them all in just a few days. What do you think you deserve if you don't deserve it?"
"Stingy, ten pounds of melon seeds only cost a few bucks!"
"No matter how small a grasshopper is, it's still meat. Miss, you don't know how hungry a man is when he's full."
"I don't care anyway, you have to buy me gunpowder today."
"Okay, if the drugstore is open, I will buy it for you. I think you are quite free now. I will find something for you later so that you can eat melon seeds."
"What's the matter?" Tian Xue asked curiously. She was indeed very free, and Xu San's family did not have any entertainment projects. The only pastime was bickering with Xu San, and listening to his love story. It was raining and misty. Suddenly, she heard When Xu San asked her to do something, she was really a little excited.
"wait!"
As Xu San said this, he got into the warehouse and walked out after a while carrying a pile of plastic bags.
He walked up to Tian Yu and threw the plastic bag away.
"What is this?" Tian Xue looked curiously at Xu San throwing the "cloth" to him.
"Female Red Association? Don't say that you, Miss Tian, don't even know how to do this."
"Of course!" Tian Xue looked at the "fabric" in his hand, and couldn't figure out what the relationship between this strange fabric and the female celebrity was.
As he thought about it, his little face turned red, "You...you...pervert...you thief, you actually asked me to make you such shameful clothes!"
"Shame?" Xu San didn't understand it at first, but after thinking about it, he immediately extended his thumb: "High! It's really high! Miss Tian, you can play better than me."
