Chapter 2681 Crisis

"Your Majesty Tianhuang,,,"

The night wind blew gently on the bell tower, causing Chiao Miyamoto who was holding his cell phone to feel chilled, but he did not care about the coldness of the night. He stood tall in front of the ancient bell, reporting everything that happened tonight to the master far away in Tokyo, trying to be objective and without personal feelings.

The phone call took ten minutes. Because it involved the attack from Yamakawa Yoshiki, Miyamoto Kazuo used words very carefully and seriously. After receiving instructions from Feng Wutian from the other end of the phone, Miyamoto Kazuo hung up the phone and put it in his arms. He felt relieved and let out a long breath.

Although this call will cause trouble to Yamakawa Yoshiki and will make it difficult for Abe Ichiro to be caught in the middle, Miyamoto Kazuo is obliged to be responsible to the royal family. Therefore, he will never shelter or tolerate Yamakawa Yoshiki's attack. After all, Feng Wutian is more important than Shanchuan.

Moreover, this matter was definitely not done by Shan Chuan Yiqing himself. It was most likely that the crown prince who had long wanted to take office. Otherwise, Shan Chuan Yiqing had no reason or capital to start, so the royal family must eradicate the restless elements within the royal family by taking action against Shan Chuan Yiqing.

Of course, if necessary, the mountains and rivers will be left behind to make contributions and atone for sins.

After dealing with the trivial matters between the Crown Prince and Yamakawa Yoshiki, Miyamoto Kazuo turned his energy back to Feng Wutian, thinking about finding an opportunity to communicate with the latter again tomorrow. Feng Wutian must have been confused and puzzled after being confused and angry, and urgently needed to show up for support and answer.

After sorting out the ideas and directions of the past two days, Miyamoto Kazuo walked towards the stairs. What he wanted to do tonight has been done, and it was time to go back and have a good rest. However, he had just taken two steps, and the phone in his hand rang again. He put on his headphones to answer, and Carros' voice came quickly:

"Mr. Miyamoto, I just received the information."

Carlos spoke meaningfully: "There was a fight in Notre Dame de Paris, or a large-scale siege. When you saw your convoy driving in, I was a little worried about your safety, so I called and asked, what was going on? Do you need my help?"

Miyamoto Kazuo guessed what Carlos was thinking, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth and replied: "Thank you for your concern, but don't bother you. It's just a little family matter. I've settled it. I'll have someone clean up the scene and donate it to the church tomorrow."

"It won't cause trouble to Mr. Prime Minister."

Carlos laughed and his voice was cunning: "I'm not afraid of trouble. Anyway, I'm already overwhelmed. I just received information from my subordinates to ask if Mr. Miyamoto was in trouble, and at the same time, I also saw if I would send troops to maintain order."

Miyamoto exhaled a long breath, then smiled and took over the topic: "Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister, I must remember your care, but you don't need to send someone to Notre Dame Cathedral. All the situation is under my control. I will come to the door in two days to thank the Prime Minister for his kindness."

"It's fine, I'll let the army stop moving forward."

Carlos smiled happily: "See you in two days!"

After hanging up the phone, Miyamoto shook his head without comment. Carlos seemed to hate Zhao Heng to the core and never forgot to remind himself to seek justice. He curled his lips and stuffed the phone back and continued to move forward, but as soon as he took two steps, his eyelids became uncontrollably affected.

He felt the wooden door that was hidden was full of endless danger.

The left foot, which fell in mid-air, silently retracted it back.

"Puff!"

Miyamoto Kazuo quickly retreated when he smelled the danger. He climbed up the railing like a monkey and turned keenly behind a pillar. Just as he was pressing against the old pillar, countless bullets poured over from behind the wooden door, hitting the bell tower of fifty square meters.

The bullet penetrated the long-standing wooden door, hitting the floor like raindrops, hitting the hanging bells, and four pillars as thick as thighs. At least thirty bullets filled the bell tower space, and only the sound of the bell cast by fine copper sounded, indicating an astonishing ferocity.

"flutter!"

Miyamoto Kazuo avoided it in time and chose the pillar as soon as possible, so all the deadly bullets were rubbed through his body and ears. Apart from leaving a few faint blood marks, it did not hurt Miyamoto Kazuo's hair, but he had not had time to be glad that a red dot fell in his hiding place.

Miyamoto's hair exploded. The next second, regardless of the bullets flying outside the door, he suddenly pulled up and rushed to the bell in the air. Almost at the same time, a dull gunshot sounded instantly, and the sniper bullet hit his original hiding place, lifting up a large piece of stone and dust.

As long as he slows down for another half a second, Miyamoto Kazuo would probably be shot in the head. Even so, his flying body was still holed by a bullet, and a large stream of blood was sputtered out from behind. He could not avoid all the bullets outside the door, but he gritted his teeth and ended the pain and reached out to wrap his hand around the rope that hit the bell.

"when!"

Miyamoto Kazuo pulled it violently, and the 1.5-meter-diameter clock fell down. As he hit the ground together, a loud noise occurred, and gunfire outside followed. Dozens of bullets shot in densely again, all of which were the big clocks in front of him. It was obvious that he had seen Miyamoto Kazuo from the gun hole.

However, this big bell is also quite powerful. Although dozens of bullets kept hitting, it only left a faint crater on the surface of the bell, and did not break it and took Miyamoto Kazuo's life. Miyamoto Kazuo took the opportunity to lower his body behind the big bell and kept pushing the big bell forward towards the entrance.

Miyamoto Kazuo knew in his heart that if he did not leave the bell tower platform with naked sniper vision, even if he was not shot to death by the random gun outside the door, he would be blown away by the sniper's head. Moreover, he was injured in his back and seriously restricted his actions and fighting spirit and had to escape quickly.

The bell tower has a small pit and a small depression. It is very difficult to push the big bell forward on the ground. In addition, the continuous shooting of bullets in front of them prevents the big bell from moving forward. It takes a lot of effort to get off more than ten meters, but Miyamoto Kazuo had no way, so he could only use all his strength to move forward.

"Dangdangdang!"

When the big bell was dragging out a harsh sound, another sniper bullet hit the side of Miyamoto Kazuo, and a large piece of the floor was directly overturned, and it was quite painful when it ejected on Miyamoto Kazuo. He pushed the big bell and hit Miyamoto Kazuo at the entrance, feeling unprecedented aggrievance.

He didn't know who was attacking him tonight, Yamakawa Yoshiki, Crown Prince, Zhao Heng, or other forces. Miyamoto Kazuo did not know the origin of the attacker, but he could feel the other party's determination to die, otherwise he would not have found so many guns to surround him with all his might.

Miyamoto Kazuo regretted sending the two masters out, so that he did not have a good player who fought side by side. At the same time, he knew that his driver was probably killed silently. He wanted to take out his cell phone to summon support, but the bullets that kept stopping did not give him a chance at all.

"Bang bang bang!"

Another wave of bullets poured down the bell close to him. Miyamoto Kazuo was pushing forward and feeling the resistance was getting bigger and bigger. He also saw someone pulling the wooden door open, as if he wanted to rush in and kill from both sides. Miyamoto Kazuo looked cold and shouted suddenly when the red dot flashed past.

He resisted the pain from his back and roared like a wild beast. The next second, the entire bell was lifted up by him. The bell hit the entrance like a shell. Miyamoto Kazuo rushed up. As soon as he moved away, a sniper bullet hit the side.

A blood mark was cut from the calf, causing pain.

"boom!"

The bell hit the entrance with a sounding bullet. Five men in black who could not dodge, and the bell was overturned to the stairs by the big bell, causing seven men in black to fall to the ground. When they struggled to regain control of the door, Kazuo Miyamoto had already arrived.

"Bang!"

A man in black who had just stood up was knocked away by Miyamoto Kazuo before he could stabilize his body. He fell out in an instant. The two people behind him were caught off guard and fell to the ground by their rolling companions. Several crisp sounds broke out on their bones, obviously their bodies were injured.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Just as a man in black was struggling to get up and lift his gun, a sharp and dazzling sword light, with a crack that broke through the air, flashed strangely from Miyamoto's palm. A muffled groan immediately slashed through the night sky and sounded. The former's head bounced up and rolled down the stairs.

Blood is red.
Chapter completed!