Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 613: A samurai

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A cry ..., da da da!

In the early morning, the cold wind blows the face, blowing away the dullness of the night, so that those who stay up late are clear-headed. In front of the gate of a noble manor, two guards in black suits were chatting in a low voice.

This is a large manor located in the outer suburbs of Tokyo. Built on a mountain, it covers a vast area, and the overall style is biased towards the Meiji period. The wooden houses are mostly open design, tile surface, stone foundation, paper windows, sliding doors, all factors have a simple style. The whole is interconnected by strip corridors, the building structure is extremely delicate.

It is such a quiet, elegant environment, an extremely uncoordinated character walks along the stone pavement and appears in front of the thick wooden gate of this large manor. The two guards in suits were completely dumbfounded when they saw the man. Where did this guy come from in front of him?

The man was wearing a black samurai suit with loose half-sleeves and a lizard hat. The brim was also covered with black gauze. He fluttered with his feet but could not see his face. He had a samurai sword hanging around his waist and wore wooden shoes under his feet.

It ’s okay if this person is just a samurai dress, but there are several UAVs behind him in front of him, far and near. There are even UAV flying directly into the manor for large wide-angle high-altitude shooting, buzzing continuously.

This **** thing * is a madman coming out of that theater?

"This is the main dojo of Ishii-kai? Presumably Ishii Katsuo is inside." The voice of the mysterious samurai came from under the black yarn hat, and he said with a deep voice, "Go and inform him that the end date has come."

Cold, indifferent, fearless, what a great scene!

But the two guards could n’t admire them, they did n’t get angry, they scolded angrily: “Baka, do n’t mess around here, get away now!”

As the guards rushed up to grab their shoulders, the mysterious warrior twisted his feet, and said in secret: "How can Japanese warriors like to wear wooden shoes? It makes my feet hurt."

The four hands are about to catch the mysterious warrior, and the two guards are thinking: You must get rid of this eye-catching neuropathy, otherwise the president will know that it is a joke and will be punished. of.

Wait for the guard ’s hand to touch the samurai ’s body, the samurai sword hanging around his waist pulled out a bit, and a bad wind entrapped and slashed across.

The two guards were shocked immediately, and they felt terrified in their hearts. Seeing that the knife could not be avoided anyway, they mourned: "It's over, this is too careless. I didn't expect this maniac to pull the knife so fast."

At the same time, in a roadside woods a few hundred meters away from the main dojo, the bus was full of joy and excitement. More than thirty bear children looked excitedly at the screens of dozens of laptops, and the high-definition camera clearly showed the moment of drawing the knife.

"Uncle, invincible! The moment you draw the knife, you feel like you have to be cut open."

"This must be the secret sword-drawing technique? It's amazing!"

"Oh my god, I really want to worship my uncle as a teacher and learn this amazing technique."

"Me too, me too, me too."

A bunch of bear kids are stupefied. In the driver's seat, Rika's father served as the driver of the operation. The middle-aged man originally thought that he was going to take the children out for an outing. Who knew that when he arrived at the destination, the guy dressed as a samurai actually took a knife to pick the dojo of Ishii-kai.

This guy is more brave than the sky! But now seeing a scene shot by UAV, Rika's father was horrified, and there was only one word to describe the mysterious warrior-unfathomable!

And at the door of the dojo, the two guards were hit in the neck without any obstruction. But there was no flesh and blood flying, only screams and wailing, the katana was made of wood, and the blade was still quite thick, which was equivalent to pulling a stick up. Although not dead, the two guards collapsed without humming.

The natural disguise as a samurai is Zhou Qingfeng. He sneered disgustingly, took a sword and returned it to the sheath, and said coolly: "You garbage, don't have the right to die under my knife. "

"Uncle, this line is awesome!"

"Handsome, I am trembling all over. Uncle, I will be your admirer in the future."

"Wrong, a great warrior like uncle, you do n’t even have the qualification to worship him."

Listening to the words from the wireless microphone, the bus yelled again, and a group of bear children handed their knees to the Zhou Qingfeng unconditionally.

And at the moment in the dojo, Ishii Katsuo just got up. This man is in his fifties, with a vicious face, and is the third generation of Ishii-kai. There are thousands of Ishii-kais under its control, which is not a small force in the Sumiyoshi Society, and it is far from comparable to the small role of Beichuan Tiaosi.

Waking up early in the morning, the servant Ji Ji is serving for Ishii Katsuo, everything must come in accordance with the rules, it seems slow and unhurried. But in this calm atmosphere, a screaming suddenly sounded in the manor dojo--ah ...!

The scream was terrifying and terrifying, and it caused goose bumps. For the self-sustaining identity, the most important rule Ishii Katsuo, this is really unbearable. But he didn't speak, but just gave a glance at the cronies who were with him. A close friend immediately bowed and said, "Hi, I'll check it out immediately."

Okay, maybe it ’s just something new to a newly-joined organization. Something will happen, and then it ’s fine to punish one or two. Ishii Katsuo thought so and calmed his mind again. He walked out of his room and came to the outer courtyard, breathing the fresh air, and commanded: "Prepare pen and ink. I want to take advantage of the early morning to practice calligraphy."

The elegant art of calligraphy can make people feel calm and forget their worries, especially suitable for self-cultivation. Soon a short table was placed under the dripping rain eaves of the courtyard. The ink, ink and paper inkstones were laid out one by one. Shi Ji dipped the brush in ink and handed it carefully to the president.

Ishii-kai took the brush and took a few deep breaths in a row to write a ‘quiet’. After writing it, he was extremely satisfied. Today, the word is round and the structure is correct. If the mind is straightforward, it is better than what was written in the past.

Good, good! The follower next to the chairman looked at his smile on boss's face, and he was about to flatter him.

The scream of ‘Ah ...’ came from a distance, but the praise sound came out. This time, I was shocked by the just calm Ishii Katsuo. With a big drop of ink in my hand, I dropped it from the pen and stained the whole rice paper.

This second scream is more violent than the first, and it ’s almost as if walking on the night road and encountering a ghostly grue. Ishii Katsuo suddenly flicked a flesh on his face, looked back at the entourage and shouted, "Go and find out what happened?"

Hi ..., another attendant bowed his head and turned to go out. But the man ran back in panic not long after he went out. His black suit, which had been ironed properly, was crumpled in the blink of an eye, and there were more blood scars on his face. It was also called Ishii Katsuo. The guy stammered and shouted: "President, a terrible warrior has come in."

You are teasing me, there are samurai this year? ! (To be continued.)