Game within game: chess player

The moment the door closed, a dozen thugs turned around sharply and found several bright Japanese swords appearing behind them.

The panicked expressions of more than a dozen thugs could already be seen on the face of the knife. Everyone reflexively wanted to draw the knife to fight back, but they didn't expect a cold feeling in their stomachs. Everyone looked down and saw the tip of the knife protruding from the abdomen. Gu's blood spurts out

The sword fell from his hand, and all the thugs fell to the ground instantly.

Lu Jiuge pulled out the corpse's knife, wiped it carefully with the corpse's white shirt, and said coldly, "Be defensive, this is just the beginning."

"Yes!" the group replied in unison.

Except for one person, that person is Feidao, Luo Zhong.

They saw Luo Zhong taking off a suit from the dead body on the ground and putting it on, holding two knives in his hands and walking towards the door.

"Feidao, what are you going to do?" Lu Jiuge asked.

"The best offense is defense. If I don't take this opportunity to kill a few more, I'll be sorry for the arrogance I've suffered in the past few years." Feidao said, opening the door, and then turned back to talk to the two men and the cook who were passing by. Don't follow me, let me kill you!"

Saying that, Feidao walked out of the door without hesitation, and then closed it heavily.

"Boss, what should I do?" Tiaozi asked Lu Jiuge.

"This kid is a lunatic. You two should stay away and respond when necessary!" Lu Jiuge ordered.

"Yes!" After a while, the man and the cook quietly opened the door and walked out. Then Lu Jiuge had someone clean up the body immediately, and then the entire villa returned to normal.

The waiter and the cook who walked out of the gate looked at the empty road around them. Wherever they looked for the flying knife, there was no one there.

At this time, Nakamura, the deputy leader of the Tanaka Group who was waiting for a reply from his subordinates at a stronghold, once again heard from his subordinates that another team of people was missing. He was furious and made several more phone calls to mobilize a group of people to focus on investigating the missing area.

"Boss, an injured brother escaped. He knows where the group is hiding."

When Nakamura heard the report from his men, he was overjoyed and immediately asked someone to bring the injured brother over. He wanted to question him personally.

Soon the injured brother was brought to Nakamura. The bloody clothes made Nakamura have no doubt that the brother in front of him had just experienced a brutal and inhumane killing.

"Brother, where did that group of people fall to the ground and hide?" Nakamura patted the man on the shoulder and asked.

"They are...in..." The weak words made it impossible for Nakamura to hear what was said.

"Speak louder." Nakamura unconsciously moved closer.

"They are...waiting for you in hell!" After saying this, the flying knife dressed as a thug raised his head and showed a death smile to Nakamura, quickly pulled out the two knives, "Pounce!" The two fighting knives crossed and inserted into Nakamura's throat. In the tube, scarlet blood immediately sprayed onto Feidao's face. Nakamura was speechless "Ah wu" and looked at Feidao with disbelief. He didn't believe that one day he would die in such a way. Die here like this.

The two knives in the flying knife hands merged, and Nakamura's head flew high, and finally he saw his own butt.

The wild spray of blood made the whole room feel like a bloody rain, and the scene in front of them made more than a dozen thugs in the room stunned on the spot. The breeze blew past the window, and the figures in the room flickered. The splash of blood left traces of blood on the edge of the window, and screams could be heard from time to time in the room.

The two flying knives flew up and down in every corner of the room. Every time the knife was swung, a person would fall at his feet. Every time the knife was pulled out of the body, it would inevitably bring up a cloud of blood mist.

"Call for reinforcements..." Before the last sentence of help could be shouted out, a knife flew out quickly and passed through the chest, and the man fell to the ground with a plop.

Feidao spit out the blood that splashed in his mouth, stepped on his back, pulled out the knife and wiped it on his cuffs a few times, until the knife returned to its original brightness.

Suddenly, Feidao turned around and saw someone in the corner. He immediately put his body on guard and acted defensively, but then he realized that it was not someone else, but himself.

It turned out that a floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner reflected his own figure. Feidao walked closer and looked at himself covered in blood. He gently touched his temples, only to find that his hands were covered in blood.

"It's been a long time since I've been this dirty!" Feidao glanced at the dead bodies everywhere, showed a contemptuous smile, and said, "Kyushu Corps, shit!"

Feidao walked through the ground strewn with corpses and came to the bathroom opposite. He turned on the faucet. Feidao washed his hands very carefully, and then washed his face vigorously until the running water was no longer red.

Feidao wiped his hands and face, looked at himself in the mirror, then slammed the towel into the sink, smiled and said, "Enough rest, continue!"

Picking up the two knives, he stepped on the greasy floor stained red with blood and walked to the door. The moment he opened the door, Feidao saw a dense crowd of nearly a hundred Tanaka Group thugs outside. All the thugs were covered in stains. There was a look of fear on the faces of the bloody flying knives, which made people in the small courtyard look very cramped next to each other.

"Why don't you go in and have a seat?" Fei Daopi pulled out his two knives and held them tightly in his hands with a smile.

Sometimes more people do not necessarily mean greater strength, and fewer people do not necessarily mean we are weak. The momentum of the confrontation between the two armies is definitely the most important. At this time, the monstrous killing power condensed on the flying knife can definitely make anyone want to be the first to attack. The Tanaka group thug died under his knife.

Fei Dao believes it, and Fei Dao’s knife also believes it.

But some people didn't believe it. With a cry of "Kill!", the thug at the front held the knife high in both hands and attacked the flying knife.

"Let's reincarnate as soon as possible!" Feidao drew out his two swords and chose to strike hard head-on.

"Clang!" There was a clear sound of metal collision. The flying knife was held in the backhand of the left hand and blocked at least seven knives. The huge impact force instantly forced the flying knife back several steps. "Go to hell!" The knife in his right hand, which was half kneeling on the ground, turned strangely in his palm, and drew a beautiful killing arc with his backhand, and the blade instantly passed through the abdomens of several people.

The blade of the stomach-breaking knife instantly formed a bloody mouth more than half a foot long, and the objects in the stomach spurted out. The small courtyard was immediately filled with a disgusting smell of pig sewer.

The two flying knives jumped high in the hand, and the two knives were divided, and a bloody path was instantly cut. This is really a passage paved with blood. The flying knives rushing into the crowd did not fight, but only killed with one blow. The sixty-centimeter-long Japanese knife blade is as thin as a piece of paper and extremely sharp.

The flying knives rushed into the crowd. In the process of dodging left and right, the two knives were flying like meteors. The knife saw blood and the knife sealed the throat. The moment the throat is slit by a sharp scalpel, there is no pain at all. You just feel a chill on your neck, and there is no blood splashing the moment the knife leaves.

But the moment he fell to the ground, the blood flew out like water from a fire hose. If he fell to the ground and died on his back, the splashing blood shot out like a fountain.

The flying knife at this time was like a tireless murderous machine. None of the Tanaka-gumi thugs he fought could withstand a round. The cruelty at this time could no longer describe the killing in front of him. Splashing blood sprayed from time to time. On Feidao's body and face, blood continued to flow into Feidao's fist along the blood groove of the knife, and then dried and solidified.

The flying knives in his hands kept dancing, waving, stabbing and stabbing at the Tanaka group's thugs who were rushing over. The sound of ghosts crying and howling in the entire courtyard spread far and wide, and many people living nearby covered their ears to avoid eavesdropping. The flying knives in the eyes of the Tanaka group's thugs were like immortal gods of war. Many people simply gave up resistance when they saw the crazy flying knives. They dropped the knives in their hands and ran out of the block shouting. I believe this night that still remains in their memory will become A nightmare that they will never forget.

At this time, the flying knife was pushing out of the courtyard little by little like the tip of a knife. His only purpose was to break through and kill every creature standing in front of him.

Killing one thousand enemies will result in eight hundred losses. This principle also applies to today's flying knives. At this time, Feidao's right arm was also chopped several times, and waves of severe pain came from the wound from time to time, but now Feidao seemed to have no sense of pain. On the contrary, it aroused the pain that had been dormant in his body for a long time. That violent spirit.

The depression that had been lurking in Little Japan for many years allowed Fei Dao to be greatly released at this moment. Every time he swung the knife, what was cut off was not the stump of the limbs, but the resentment in Fei Dao's heart.

Suddenly, an eardrum-shattering roar resounded through the night sky. Feidao, who was venting to the extreme, his face was blood red, and his eyes were as red as blood that was about to flow out. The flying knife that has killed countless people seems to have become taller, more burly, and its eyes are sharper, as if it can break the gall in your body with just one glance, and its hands are dancing like a fanged beast. Shouted to everyone.

"Ghost!" I don't know who shouted, and the remaining 20 people ran out of the door, no one wanted to see the flying knife again.

The flying knife in my hand was exhausted and I wanted to throw it away, but I found that no matter how I swung it, the knife in my hand seemed to be firmly stuck to my hand, and it couldn't fly out.

Feidao sat on the pile of corpses piled up in the courtyard and gasped for air. He held his swords in his hands and watched the twenty-odd people disappear into the darkness. He suddenly laughed and said to himself, "I'm so old." It’s useless.”

Then Feidao stood up stubbornly and staggered out of the courtyard. The blood-stained soles left two clear traces on the street and disappeared into the darkness.

"Bah bang bang!" A clear knock on the door rang. Jiang Cao and the cook hid at the door. Lu Jiuge nodded to Jiang Cao, who opened the door little by little.

Just when the door was opened and there was only enough space for one person to come in, a figure fell in. Everyone immediately recognized it as Luo Zhong, a flying knife.

"It's a flying knife!" the cook said in surprise.

"Did your kid fall into the pool of blood?" Tiaozi turned the flying knife around and asked, although his tone was teasing, his concern was clear.

Feidao grinned and said intermittently, "The outside is basically cleaned up. I haven't had such a good time in a long time!"

Lu Jiuge rushed over at this time and saw the flying knife covered in blood. He angrily yelled, "Disobey the military order. I will deal with you later and send you to a room to recuperate."

"Yes!" The cook then carried the flying knife and walked towards the villa. The injuries on the flying knife were not fatal, they were just exhausted, and all he needed was rest.

"Now there is one less member. Everyone will obey the command and act according to the order!" Lu Jiuge said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" everyone in the action team replied in unison.

Nomura Satoru from the Tanaka Group quickly received the news that the entire Nakamura army was annihilated. On the one hand, Nomura Satoru was angry at the Tanaka Group's lack of combat power. On the other hand, he was also surprised by the super powerful fighting power of Ye Fang's group, especially when he When I knew that Nakamura was defeated by just one person, I had only one thought in my mind: I would not take people to seek revenge against this group of people even if they were beaten to death.

The Tanaka Group has been severely depleted, and it is no longer possible to mobilize more manpower in a short period of time. Moreover, the movement tonight is too great, and so many people have died. The police will definitely cause trouble for the Tanaka Group after tomorrow. Nomura Satoru thought repeatedly and ordered his men to quickly dispose of Nakamura's body hiding in the courtyard, otherwise he would definitely be in trouble early tomorrow morning.

After receiving the order, the body collection team of the Tanaka Group also drove a truck to the courtyard, only to find that the courtyard had been swept clean, and the entire block had been cleaned by sprinklers. When they walked into the courtyard, they couldn't find any traces of a corpse. The men quickly reported this situation to Nomura Satoru.

"What?! The body is gone again?" Nomura Satoru broke the cup in his hand angrily and said angrily, "Did they really bring a corpse collection truck with them when they killed someone?"

So much so that Nomura Satoru now has the illusion that he is fighting a group of ghosts. In fact, the code name of the Jiutian Tokyo branch action team in the military's special combat sequence is ghost.

Nomura Satoru had no choice but to report the situation of this siege to Mizogita Hideo. Mizogita Hideo was also a little scared at this time. He didn't know who he was facing. This continuous strange operation was really difficult for him to understand. He didn't know Who exactly are they provoking?

"Nomura Satoru, what do you think of this matter? What are your plans next?" Mizoge Hideo asked.

"President, now the enemy is hidden and we are clear, and we don't have any clues about who the opponent is. If we don't see it, we might as well suspend the encirclement and suppression first."

Before Nomura Satoru could finish speaking, Mizoge Hideo interrupted the conversation directly and replied rudely, "Did we lose our people in vain?"

"Of course not, we can use the knives of other gangs to do this." Nomura Satoru said.

"Oh?! How to do it?" Mizoshita Hideo asked.

"It's very simple. You can say this to the outside world..." Nomura Satoru told Hideo Mizoge his plan on the phone, and Hideo Mizoge nodded repeatedly.

Jiuge, who was in the interior of the villa, came to the room where Feidao rested. He saw Tiaozi guarding the bed and asked, "How is he?"

"Eighteen stabs were stabbed in his body, but fortunately none of them were critical. But if he came back later, he would have bled to death. Now the wounds have been bandaged, so let him sleep. He will be fine after a good sleep." Tiaozi said.

"Let him have a good rest, let's go, he's alive again!"

"it is good."