Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 272: Dragon Carnival (Part 3)

The elites of Kassel all practiced bold offensive skills, but Masamune Tachibana was a member of the Soviet army many years ago. At that time, the KGB was still active and the brutal killing techniques favored by agents were also prevalent in the army. For many years, Masamune Tachibana has been struggling in the underworld, and his scarred body is revealed under his torn clothes. His combat experience is far richer than these young people.
"Get out of the way!" The anger ignited the fighting spirit in her blood. Genjitsu Chitose rushed over again with the Spider Cutter in her hand. Her posture seemed to pierce through Caesar as well. Caesar had to turn his head to avoid accidental injuries to his friendly forces, while at the same time trying his best to lock down Tachibana Masamune's resistance in an instant.
The Spider Cut pierced through Tachibana Masamune's arm, and before Minamoto no Chitose could draw back to fight again, Tachibana Masamune used the strength of his waist to suddenly stand up and rush towards Minamoto no Chitose with Caesar. The Spider Cut cut his shoulder, but he didn't care. The dragon scales that had already occupied his entire right arm began to spread across his neck to his entire body. The fierce fight completely activated his bloodline, making him move closer to becoming a dragon.
Caesar punched Tachibana Masamune in the chest one punch after another. He knew Cassel's fighting skills and also understood the street malice of the gangsters. In the end he even took off his leather shoes. Although they did not have sharp protrusions like high heels, they were still very powerful when hit directly in the face. Each hit could push Tachibana Masamune's face to the other side, and in the end, his shoes were cracked and the threads were loose.
Tachibana Masamune could only withstand the occasional counterattack, as long as he was not killed by Caesar, because Minamoto no Chitose was obviously more ruthless than Caesar, and his heart was full of murderous intent. The Spider Cut was repeatedly fought over between the two, and no one bothered to grab the handle. In the end, they could only hold the blade with their hands, making it bleed. Every punch they hit on the opponent was sprinkled with blood, and their throats were filled with a strong choking taste.
The hissing white mist sprayed at the three people fighting on the floor. Chu Zihang broke the safety closet in the corner of the mural hall and found a fire extinguisher. Because he was worried that one was not enough, he simply clamped it under his armpits and pressed it with both hands. The accuracy was not enough, but the quantity was enough. Countless dry powders whistled and scattered, creating an effect comparable to a smoke bomb in the mural hall in an instant. Everyone who was fighting was choked and covered their mouths and noses with loose hands and coughed violently. Although everyone's bloodline was not low, their essence was still human body, not some humanoid Tyrannosaurus. Suffocation attacks were fatal threats to every hybrid.
In the chaos, Caesar grabbed Yuan Zhinu and retreated. Yuan Zhinu was so angry that she didn't want to leave. Caesar simply punched her in the head and spat fiercely. He had cooperated with Chu Zihang too many times and knew Chu Zihang's fighting style. This guy used Junyan himself. Getting a bunch of fire extinguisher dry powder would only affect his performance, but he still used this thing, which meant that Chu Zihang was artificially creating opportunities.
Tachibana Masamune waved his claws to try to disperse the damn powder mist, but it was difficult to disperse it for a while. He could have tried to capture the enemy by smell, but unfortunately, once he exerted force, a large amount of powder would rush into his nose. The worst thing in a battle is to lose your senses.
There were faint glows like fireflies dancing in the powder. Tachibana Masamune sensed the danger, but he didn't know where the attack would come from. The whistling sword wind pierced through the powder mist and rushed forward in a straight line, with an astonishing speed. Tachibana Masamune instinctively used his arms covered with dragon scales to protect his face, but was still pierced by the sudden blade, which took him to the mural. His bones made a slight popping sound, and this time they were cracking instead of healing. The shadow wall behind him cracked like a spider web, and instantly showed signs of crumbling.
Cutting the throat with one blade, flying the sword a hundred steps, is said to be the last assassination technique of the ancient swordsman killers. Throwing the blade in hand to take the enemy's head. Doing so will lose the weapon of resistance. It can be said to be a blow to life and death. If it fails, you will die. If it succeeds, you will be famous.
Lu Mingfei was not in the mood to throw away her floating light. She could fly by herself now. As long as she was fast enough and accumulated power for long enough, the surprise attack she launched could be as deadly as a flying sword.
She spun the floating light, crushing the organs in Tachibana Masamune's abdomen. Murasame spun away the sword light that rose like a raging fire, and chopped Tachibana Masamune's neck. The dragon scales had covered his entire body, and their hardness far exceeded Chu Zihang's strength, but his killing moves were never just hand strength. The little flames immediately shone like stars around Murasame and began to grow larger and larger. The Junyan at a very close distance completely surrounded Tachibana Masamune's head. Since he can resist so much, let him eat the explosives raw!
Murasame and Fuguang drew their swords at the same time. Chu Zihang kicked used the force to hug Lu Mingfei and roll out together. He fell down, covering his body as much as possible with his windbreaker. Immediately, a violent wind whistled behind him, carrying flames and burning almost everything on fire around them. Caesar came with a fire extinguisher and sprayed it at Chu Zihang's burning windbreaker. Lu Mingfei was held under Chu Zihang and protected well.
It is an absolute taboo to release Jun Yan in a small space. Chu Zihang has controlled the explosion point very well, but once it explodes, it will still hurt the surrounding things or his own people. If he is the only one fighting against Tachibana Masamune here, he might really dare to open fire, but now he has to consider his teammates and his girlfriend.
Crackling cracks extended along the screen wall, and soon it collapsed with a loud bang, raising dust all over the sky. A shrill alarm accompanied by a red light immediately shook the mural hall. Such a loud noise had already awakened the alarm of Genji Heavy Industries. It can be imagined that the guards who are on duty around the clock are already on their way with guns. The stainless steel safety door that fell from the Shinto connecting the elevator in the mural hall blocked the passage. Bronze was filled inside, which was resistant to high temperatures and explosions.
In just ten seconds, the entire building had entered a state of combat readiness, and the mural hall had become a place of death with no escape. However, no one dared to leave. On the battlefield facing the dragon clan, they would have to watch their enemies being smashed to pieces and killed to the point where they could no longer die. Any mercy and hesitation would only result in a heavy price.
A battered black hand stretched out from the pile of broken bricks. Tachibana Masamune struggled to crawl out of the ruins, covered in blood, with scales peeling off piece by piece, revealing charred human skin. His head was missing the right ear, but even in this situation, this guy was still alive, with a vitality as strong as a cockroach. It seemed that Jun Yan's attack could indeed penetrate the dragon scales, but in such a place, Chu Zihang could not rashly use heavy firepower to affect himself.
"You're finished! If you fight me in a place like this, I'll be the only one who wins as long as you delay!" Tachibana Masamune laughed arrogantly.
"Don't worry about the people from the Snake Eight Families. I can still intimidate them with my identity as their brother. Just get rid of you before they get here." Genjiro's face was cold as she swept her fingers across Spider-Skier. Tachibana Masamune was already at the end of his strength and it was impossible for him to withstand the combined forces of the four of them.
"Who said my helpers can only be family members?" Tachibana Masamune twisted his neck, looking like he was ready to fight again.
Something was wrong, and this feeling didn't seem like a bluff.
Caesar suddenly heard a whistling sound coming from outside the building. He always kept the Kamaitachi on during the battle. The whistling sound was rapidly approaching the Genji Heavy Industries Building. It was the sound of a helicopter's propeller rotating at high speed!
He turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the helicopter. Outside the wall that he could not see, the black heavy helicopter pierced through the rain curtain, and the steel rotors cut through the heavy rain. The side door opened, and two RPGs locked onto the mural hall of Genji Heavy Industries. This floor was completely enclosed, and fake windows were installed on the outside to create an ordinary illusion. But as long as someone observed from a high altitude and close up, they would find at a glance that the walls behind those windows were just installed with reflective coatings.
"Get down!" Caesar's face changed in shock. He had no time to explain. With the help of the sickle-weasel, he could hear the sound of the firing pin and the danger that was whistling towards him!
The shocking explosion tore apart the walls of the building, and countless pieces of rubble mixed with steel fragments flew across the mural hall. The helicopter actually tore a hole in this floor.
The glaring light shone into the mural hall. Tachibana Masamune limped into the spotlight and waved one hand toward the helicopter.
"My old friend, you don't look very well. Is it time for me to come?" The man who fired the RPG carried the rocket launcher on his shoulder and waved to Tachibana Masamune. He was wearing a Noh mask with a smiling face of a noble on it. His face was pale and his lips were bright red. His eyes were drawn with thick black eyeliner and his teeth were also black.
Genji made a seemingly insignificant mistake. He shouldn't have cut off Tachibana Masamune's finger along with the old cell phone, which was modified to have a high-precision positioning device. When the cell phone broke down and the connection was lost, Herzog knew that something must have gone wrong with Tachibana Masamune, and the rescue helicopter took off immediately.
These two old foxes have worked together for nearly 20 years. Sometimes they fight side by side, and sometimes they go their separate ways. Although they appear to be together but their hearts are at odds with each other, they are still grasshoppers on the same rope after all, because they both want the White King's legacy. As long as there is greed in their hearts, they are destined to come together again. Even if they know that they are using each other, this will only strengthen their alliance. Before they finally get the treasure, they will definitely be reliable allies.
The helicopter slowly approached the Genji Heavy Industries building and lowered the ladder. Tachibana Masamune jumped up and grabbed the ladder. He only had one hand that could move, so it was very difficult for him to climb. Herzog reached out and grabbed him, then lifted him up easily.
Tachibana Masamune fell in the helicopter, gasping for breath. Although he knew that if his cell phone broke, Tachibana Masamune would definitely come and there would be no big problem, he was still forced to go through the gates of hell. Those young people from Kassel were indeed the trump cards valued by the secret parties. He thought he had an absolute advantage in bloodline, but in the end he almost couldn't get out of the mural hall.
"How about a drink? Just to celebrate our reunion." Herzog handed over a glass of iced whiskey .
"Let's finish our work before drinking." Tachibana Masamune pointed weakly at the mural hall, "The people from Kassel and your Genji are all there."
"I was wondering who else in Japan could beat you so badly. If it was Ange, you wouldn't have survived until I'm alive." A playful smile was faintly revealed under the mask. "Compared to your Minamoto Chisei, Minamoto Chisei is much more difficult to control. He has a bad personality and is not a good kid who will listen to others. Since he has already raised the flag of rebellion against us, let him disappear. He is no longer of sufficient use to me."
"Is your evolution medicine ready?" Tachibana Masamune was a little surprised.
"No matter how hard you try, you can only get close to that kind of thing, but you can never reach the truth. What I mean is that I have found traces of God. If we act quickly enough, maybe we can make full preparations before the secret party."
"It seems like it's time for me to come back and join." Tachibana Masamune smiled.
"Even though we were forced to this point, I still think it's great." Herzog smiled and handed another RPG to Tachibana Masamune, "You have to take revenge, right? Do you have enough strength? We have enough ammunition for the drilling version that is specially used to destroy buildings."
The demons in the helicopter very tactfully brought a box of ammunition and placed it between Tachibana Masamune and Herzog within their reach.
"It's such a pleasure to work with you." The taste of revenge always makes people feel excited. Tachibana Masamune seemed to have regained a lot of strength. He sat up suddenly and began to load ammunition skillfully.
The helicopter began to move away from Genji Heavy Industries, and circled around the floor of the mural hall. Herzog whistled and fired the first round. The brilliant explosion caused the camouflaged glass and broken cement to fly everywhere, revealing the steel bars of the building layer. The second round followed, and this round was fired by Tachibana Masamune. He roared with each round. The humiliation of being beaten up and almost killed by a group of juniors made his hatred particularly high. Now he could finally put all this anger into the rocket launcher shells and release it.
The two men took turns shooting around the mural hall, blowing up this floor with holes. Each reload took a lot of time. Their shooting seemed a bit lonely. The old guys would high-five each other after each round, like two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time singing a song together in the wilderness.
Some people in the nearby residential buildings woke up, opened their windows and looked at the terrifying scene in the sky. The successive explosions seemed to have shaken Genji Heavy Industries to the point of collapse. Those arrogant lunatics didn't care how many people saw the carnival tonight. They had already found the trace of the White King, and the legacy of God was at their fingertips. The laws of the world and the bullets of the execution could only restrain mortals. They were about to ascend the throne as gods. Why should gods still abide by the rules of the world and be afraid of being caught by others?
A box of ammunition was emptied, and they threw their weapons out of the helicopter, hugged each other again to welcome each other's return. The helicopter roared, cut through the rain, and disappeared into the distant night sky.
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