I teach kendo in Tokyo

The fallen Death Star was just a pure cardboard shell, light and airy, but Kazuma didn't expect the Death Star to kill anyone. He just wanted to block the enemy's sight.

He originally wanted to retreat, but then the young child would die, and wouldn't he be in vain?

It would be better not to come down in the first place and just sit on the sidelines.

Therefore, Kazuma had no intention of retreating. Being blocked from sight was the best time to attack.

Kazuma snatched the rifle from the enemy who was searching him, used the rifle as a wooden knife, and knocked the enemy to the ground in a few strokes.

Then he held the gun, pointed forward, and pulled the trigger.

Kazuma knew roughly where ordinary people were lying, and he didn't worry about accidental injuries when he fired.

He didn't expect to hit anyone with this blind strike. His purpose was just to make the opponent fall down.

After emptying the magazine, Kazuma once again held the gun as a stick in his hand and rushed to the booth next to him.

This cardboard box is in the way, so why not go around the booth? After all, the booths have roofs.

As a result, as soon as he entered the stage, he saw an enemy rushing in from the opposite side——

Kazuma directly smashed the gun in his hand.

This gun weighs nearly three kilograms and is extremely powerful when thrown at someone.

The opponent reflexively wanted to raise the gun, but was hit unexpectedly.

Kazuma took advantage of this gap to shorten the distance to the point where the advantage of the firearm could not be used.

Since he didn't have a knife in his hand, Kazuma could only respond with karate. Kazuma's first punch hit the opponent's cheekbone, and then he cut his throat with a hand knife, almost denting the opponent's Adam's apple.

After taking two heavy blows in a row, the opponent was still not unconscious. Obviously, his ability to withstand blows was much stronger than that of the people disguised as otakus who were just knocked down by Kazuma.

The opponent pulled out a dagger and stabbed Kazuma, but Kazuma ducked past him with an enchanting swipe of his waist, and then grabbed his wrist.

Kazuma knocked the opponent's wrist hard on the booth next to him, knocked the knife off his hand, and then hit the opponent's head with a headbutt.

The impact made Ma's head buzz, and the next moment he felt light-headed.

The opponent was even more confused than Kazuma. After all, he had been hit continuously. It was good that he didn't faint now.

Kazuma grabbed the guy's shoulders and pushed his head into the display cabinet of the booth. The glass of the display cabinet shattered with a crash, and everything above his shoulders went into the display cabinet. He finally passed out.

He Ma ran away. He didn't take a detour to fight with this kind of miscellaneous fish. He wanted to take a detour to kill the opposite leader.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!

Kazuma rushed to the exit on the other side of the booth. As soon as he stepped out, he saw that the leader had already raised his gun and aimed it here.

He braked hard and rolled back, all in one go.

The sound of strafing followed.

Kazuma lay on the ground holding his head, using his hands to block the broken glass that fell like raindrops.

If it weren't for the skill of back roll, this would have been explained just now.

Kazuma, who realized that he had come face to face with death again, was covered in cold sweat, his breathing was quickened due to the large amount of adrenaline secreted, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Kazuma waited for the other side to stop, grabbed a smashed dummy and threw it out. As expected, the other side opened fire again when he saw the dummy.

Like to pretend to reload? I was almost fooled by your subordinates just now, how could I be fooled again?

The shooting stopped again, and Kazuma decided to take a gamble. After all, the opponent had been scanning for several seconds. The M16 they took didn't look like it had an extended magazine, it had 30 rounds at most.

You should have finished splashing water like this.

He Ma stood up and rushed out.

The opponent had just unloaded the magazine, and when he saw Kazuma coming out, he——

He threw the gun with the magazine at Kazuma, and at the same time pulled out the Glock automatic pistol on his waist.

This thing looks like a pistol, but it actually fires like a submachine gun.

Kazuma recognizes it because it is the default weapon of terrorists in CS.

So he rolled back again.

**

Li Zhenghe squeezed the trigger and fired all the bullets in the pistol - this gun was good at everything, but the rate of fire was too fast and it was easy to empty out the bullets.

He threw away the Glock, pulled out two M1911s from his coat, and pointed both guns at the stage where the guy was hiding.

His men, not far behind him, suppressed the enemy's accomplices hidden in the ceiling with regular bursts of fire.

Li Zhenghe saw his men using machetes to cut open the cardboard Death Star and get out, so he loudly ordered: Go! Cover him from the other side, don't get close to the fight! This guy also accepted the challenge in a hurry, he doesn't have a spear!

Originally, Li Zhenghe thought he was being plotted by a CIA super spy, but now it seems that the other party just happened to be at the SF conference venue by accident.

Maybe you are a science fiction fan and you are here to participate in the event this time.

The subordinate obeyed the order and thrust his weapon into his waist, then set up his gun and aimed it at the booth where Li Zhenghe was currently aiming, forming a crossfire with Li Zhenghe.

No matter how skilled the spy is, he will be beaten into a hornet's nest when faced with crossfire.

Surrender! Li Zhenghe shouted, The moment you come out of the dark, there is no chance of winning! If you can survive this time, you should reflect on why you came out of the dark! With your skills, if you have been in the dark , could have killed us to death!

**

Kazuma was hiding in the booth. His hands were cut several times by broken glass. Although they were not fatal, the excruciating pain made him feel terrible.

In his previous life, he would definitely agree with what the other party said.

In his previous life, Kazuma was most annoyed by the kind of plot where he risked his life to save one or two people or even a dog, without even considering that more people would die after he died.

In his previous life, Kazuma would not hesitate to sacrifice the few to save the many - at least he felt that he would not hesitate.

He will choose the solution of sacrificing the few and saving the many.

Now it seems that what people understand least is themselves.

When Kazuma was thinking this, he suddenly saw someone falling to the ground inside the booth.

It was a girl. There was a lot of blood on her body, and she looked hopeless.

She stared blankly at the ceiling of the booth.

Kazuma raised his head, and then he realized that this booth was actually a DreamWorks booth. The ceiling of the booth was made to look like the top of an Egyptian tomb. A beam of light shot in from the hole in the ceiling, as if it came from heaven. of brilliance.

Kazuma withdrew his gaze and stared at the profile of the dead girl. She looked quite good-looking, and she should have many suitors.

They say that the death of such a girl is something that can't be helped and a necessary sacrifice. Kiryu and Mako cannot do this kind of thing.

Those who make calm calculations and give up the few to save the majority can be called wise men or strategists, but they cannot be called heroes.

Those who try their best to save everyone are called heroes.

I, Kazuma Kiryu, am not a wise man, a strategist, or a super spy.

I am a hero.

Now, because of the hero's actions, Kazuma is in an unusually passive situation.

Through the reflection of nearby broken glass, Kazuma probably knew that he was caught in crossfire.

He could also hear the sound of regular shooting, probably suppressing Nanjo - this reassured Kazuma, he at least knew that Nanjo was okay.

That's not the worst part.

I just had a close encounter with the boss opposite Ma Tong, and I could clearly see the entry above his head. That guy has level 22 Taekwondo. If Kazuma has a sword in his hand, he can try to fight him.

Now that there is no sword, Kazuma's street fighting and karate abilities alone will probably make him unable to defeat him even if he can get up close.

It looks like there are no comeback points left.

But Kazuma didn't want to give up just like that.

Although the situation is very desperate, maybe, maybe by talking to the opponent, we can create an opportunity for a duel?

The opponent clearly had the advantage, but instead of attacking forcefully, they chose to start talking. This meant that the opponent did not know the details of their side.

And this enemy feels like a guy who can fight his opponent in a duel.

Combined with the opponent's level 22 Taekwondo level and the entry that Ma and I just didn't have time to see clearly, the possibility that the opponent is a martial artist is quite high.

It's worth a gamble.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Kazuma spoke.

I wonder if you have ever heard a poem? he asked loudly.

I've heard a lot of poems, the other party's reply came back immediately, and his powerful voice was very loud in the quiet exhibition hall, Maybe you don't believe it, but I am actually an artist.

Well, then you should have heard this English poem.

Kazuma glanced at the young girl lying in a pool of blood again, brewing his feelings.

Horaceus, the gatekeeper, said...

After he read the first sentence, the boss of the other party said: Thomas Macaulay's Horatius on the Bridge is a product of the capitalist heroic view of history.

The other party's response gave Kazuma some confidence that maybe this could really work.

Kazuma glanced at the unknown girl lying in a pool of blood, and continued to read:

“Everything in this world is subject to death.

In this case, guarding the ashes of our ancestors and the temple of the gods, and dying against powerful enemies is truly a supreme honor.

He Ma paused and suddenly thought of the young man who was just kidnapped. I wonder if he is hiding now.

Or is the child lying on the remains of his dead father crying bitterly?

I don’t know if the child’s mother was also taken hostage.

Kazuma read out the next sentence with deep emotion: In order to protect my mother who doted on me back then, and in order to protect my wife who is now nurturing young children...

Kazuma glanced at the girl lying in a pool of blood again.

To protect the pure girls who will light the eternal fire!

Protect everyone from the shameless villain Sextus,

How glorious is such a death!

Your Majesty the Consul, please order the bridge to be demolished! Let's defeat the thousand enemy troops on the bridge with three men!

Come on, which two warriors want to guard the bridge side by side with me?

After saying that, He Ma stood up suddenly and appeared at the exit of the booth.

The enemy with side mounted guns opened fire.

The opponent was obviously paralyzed by the bickering situation between the two sides. He didn't expect Kazuma to suddenly come out. The aiming position was slightly off, and the bullet just grazed Kazuma's shoulder.

But the opponent should correct his aim immediately, and Kazuma will undoubtedly be beaten into a dice.

Stop! the enemy leader shouted, stopping his men from continuing to shoot at Kazuma.

He looked directly at Kazuma and threw away the two M1911s in his hands.

Describe us as the shameless villain Sextus, and then you die generously as a hero. Hmm, it's a beautiful thought.

As he spoke, he took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

Judging from the sound of the coat falling to the ground, his coat was filled with weapons.

Under his coat was a plaid shirt, with an armored chest strap on the outside. Under the short sleeves of the plaid shirt, he revealed strong muscles that matched his Taekwondo level.

As expected of the CIA's psychological warfare department, one of our tasks is to promote our ideas. It's not okay to let you play like this. The person on the other side started to say something that Kazuma couldn't understand.

As he spoke, he took off the armored chest strap and the things hanging on it, and also threw them on the ground.

After taking off these weights, he stepped back from his horse and assumed the starting posture of Taekwondo.

Come on, let me see if your fighting skills are as professional as your psychological warfare skills.

At this time, Kazuma also clearly saw the entry above the other person's head.

In addition to Taekwondo level 22 and code number 5971, there is a separate entry above the opponent's head.

flute player

Just looking at the entry is a bit unclear, reminding me of the guy in Western fairy tales who plays the flute and abducts children.

Originally, Kazuma wanted to read the description of the entry, maybe he could understand something, but this time, this entry didn't even have the usual unclear explanation.

Just like Amao’s entry.

At this time, seeing a permanent entry with unknown meaning above the enemy's head made Kazuma feel very bad.

What? Aren't you going to put on a show? You can defeat so many of my companions, so your hand-to-hand combat skills should be pretty good. Or is it that you were actually shot and are just holding on now?

No, I wasn't shot. Kazuma shook his head.

Hmph. Just now you stood in the face of being shot without blinking. It was really fierce. In order to express my respect for your courage, I promise you that I will not torture your female companion later, but kill her cleanly. Sent to accompany you.

As expected, these people have clearly seen that Nanjo is a woman. After all, they are professionals, so they still have this kind of discernment.

He Manu frowned, his decision now put even Nanjo's life at stake.

But strangely enough, he has no regrets.

He was sure that if he could go back in time and choose again, he would still come out of the shadows for that unknown child.

Why?

Is it because I have witnessed Amao’s growth and transformation?

Kazuma couldn’t figure it out.

All he knew was that this feeling wasn't bad, it really wasn't bad.

A hero must do his best to save everyone he wants to save.

The world needs people who are smart and ruthless and can make the right choices. They are indispensable and important players in human society.

But it seems that that is not his role as Kiryu Kazuma.

Kazuma looked at the piper whose real name was still unknown, and said, I specialize in kendo. Can you give me a sword?

The Piper laughed loudly: You went to the battlefield without preparing weapons. This was your mistake. Now bear the consequences of this mistake. I hope there will be medicine for regret in heaven.

You have a point. Kazuma said, looking around and reaching for the steel pipe that was brought down from the roof and hung on the ground when the Death Star fell.

Seeing Kazuma move, the two guys who had been staring at Kazuma with guns immediately became nervous, but the flute player waved his hand: Let him pick it up!

Kazuma picked up the steel pipe and waved it a few times.

To be honest, it feels a bit strange in the hand, and the steel pipe does not have hand guards, so some moves that require hand guards to pick and roll cannot be used.

But this is much better than fighting someone with the karate you just practiced.

Kazuma assumed a mid-kendo stance and took a deep breath.

Natural rational flow, normal school generation

Kazuma Kiryu

See you!

The flute player was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: Kazuma? Kazuma Kiryu? It's you? Did you chase him from Tokyo to Osaka on purpose? No, no, this is unlikely. So, you are really here Is it just a coincidence?

Is this important? Kazuma asked back.

No, it's not important. You killed seven of my old subordinates in Tokyo. I don't really have any obsession with revenge, but when I get the chance, I'm willing to do something that I can brag about in front of the graves of my old subordinates. Something to brag about.”

The flute player rearranged his posture. Although the movements were exactly the same as before, the momentum he exuded was completely different.

He roared angrily at a volume not inferior to Kazuma's when he announced his home just now:

Northern Chuan Tang Shou Ninth Dan

Li Zhenghe

Thank you for your advice!