After watching the two people leave, Qin Hao also turned around, staring at the door of Car No. 1, with a sneer on his lips.
"It's time to work, little friends, wait for me to play with you!" After saying that, Qin Hao turned over, climbed up from the window, and ran to the roof of the car again.
The wind here was very strong, blowing from both sides of Qin Hao's body. Qin Hao ran towards the direction of the No. 1 carriage, but at this moment, he suddenly stopped because he saw the people coming from the No. 1 carriage.
In the side window, an agile Japanese man also came up.
Qin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at each other, while the guy opposite also stared at Qin Hao. The two of them seemed to be facing each other like two tigers, and neither of them moved for a while.
Woo hoo... the train whistled, and the Japanese man said to Qin Hao in less fluent Chinese: "Are you Chinese?"
Qin Hao said nothing, but proudly raised his chest and raised his head. As a Chinese, he was proud!
The Japanese continued: "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Miyamoto Takeichi. I am the captain of Kamikaze Squadron 26. You, a Chinese, have such skills. You must be considered a leader in the Chinese military."
Be a person!"
Seeing that Qin Hao didn't speak, this guy continued his rebellion: "What kind of treatment can the Chinese army give to a senior officer like you? Humph! That little money is not enough for the most basic consumption. As long as you come to our Ronin servant
Corps, I will apply to the superiors for you. With your means, I am afraid that being a squad leader is more than enough, and the squad leader of the Kamikaze Squad has an annual salary of more than ten million US dollars!"
Qin Hao curled his lips. This guy has the same virtues as Yamamoto Yu. He uses his annual salary of tens of millions of dollars to benefit himself. It's a pity that he doesn't do this!
Qin Hao pretended to think about it, then smiled and said: "An annual salary of tens of millions of dollars, not bad! It is a very attractive number, but I want to say...with hands stained with blood, spending dirty money
, I can’t eat, I’m sick, I can’t sleep, I’m afraid of retribution, I don’t have the shame to see my ancestors, because this is just like a bunch of beasts, of course, you are all beasts, so you can spend these money with peace of mind and reason.
The way it should be."
Qin Hao's words immediately made Miyamoto Takeichi's face turn very ugly. He understood that some people live for money, but some people live for the so-called faith!
People like Miyamoto Takeichi have long been ignorant of what the honor of the country is and what their own beliefs are. In their eyes, they only care about one word - money!
Money! What a lovely word. Since ancient times, there are very few people who can see through it and escape its benefits.
Miyamoto Takeichi understood that it was useless to talk any more. He sneered and looked at Qin Hao: "You stupid people, do you understand that sometimes even life doesn't exist, so why do you need such bullshit beliefs?"
Qin Hao suddenly burst out laughing: "Yes, you are right. Those who die for their beliefs do look a little stupid in the eyes of outsiders, but people like you don't even understand what faith is."
They are beasts and idiots, you have no right to judge them!"
Miyamoto Takeichi was completely irritated. He put down his gun and held two Japanese swords in his right hand. He threw one in the direction of Qin Hao. Qin Hao stretched out his hand to catch the Japanese sword thrown by the opponent.
He threw the submachine gun in his hand on the ground.
The two decided to have a fair duel in the samurai way, Japanese swordsmanship!
Miyamoto Takeichi stared at Qin Hao and said with a smile: "I wonder if your swordsmanship is as vicious as your mouth! I hope you won't disappoint me!"
"Humph! You'll know after you try it!" Qin Hao didn't say much, and the two of them shouted at the same time and rushed toward each other.
Phew! Phew! Ding!~
The two figures were very fast, and they swung their knives at the same time. The blades of the blades crossed each other. After a metallic sound, the two men turned around at the same time, and there was another sword duel.
Ding!~
Immediately afterwards, the two of them went back and forth, swinging the sword at an extreme speed. They saw white sword shadows flashing in front of the two people, but the physical appearance of the sword body was not visible.
More than a minute passed. In this short period of time, the two exchanged nearly a hundred blows. Qin Hao's clothes were cut twice, but only one of them was slightly red. It should be broken skin.
, but Miyamoto Takeichi was much weaker. He had seven wounds on his body. Two of them were deep wounds that flowed out a lot of blood. It seemed that these two wounds caused him serious injuries!
Miyamoto Takeichi's eyes were a little distracted. He knew that if he continued like this, he would lose too much blood and become comatose. At that time, he would definitely lose. Now he must try his best to reverse the situation.
Qin Hao looked at Takeichi Miyamoto, who had his back turned to him. This boy's combat effectiveness had been reduced by 30 to 40%. If he had one more minute, he would definitely kill him!
Approaching the opponent step by step, Qin Hao was ready to launch a surprise attack when he was less than three meters away from the opponent. However, he understood that Miyamoto Takeichi was not an idiot. He would always be on guard against him. At this moment, he exposed his back to himself.
There must be some ulterior motive.
Just when Qin Hao was three meters away from Miyamoto Takeichi, Miyamoto Takeichi suddenly shouted loudly, turned around and flew out three flying needles...
"Japanese shuriken!" Qin Hao's pupils shrank suddenly, and two streaks of light flashed across. Qin Hao raised his knife to block, and with two dings, the two flying needles were blocked, but the last one went straight to
Qin Hao's face flew towards him, and at such a distance, it was already too late to avoid or block...
Takeichi Miyamoto saw that his opponent's head seemed to have been hit by something heavy, and he fell backwards. With a sound of a bell, the Japanese sword fell from his hand and fell on the roof of the train.
Seeing Qin Hao being killed by his own flying needle, Miyamoto Takeichi laughed wildly: "Boy, although you are not weak in ability, your experience is too shallow. There is an old saying in China that 'a soldier never tires of deceit'.
After you become a ghost, don’t resent me. If you want to blame, blame yourself. It’s so stupid!”
After saying that, Miyamoto Takeru came over, and he wanted to make up for it. This guy might have been beaten too badly by Qin Hao just now, and now he wants to play a game of corpse destruction to vent his anger.
When Miyamoto Takeichi came to Qin Hao, he shook his head helplessly: "Oh! In fact, with your skills, you are completely qualified to be the captain of the Kamikaze team, but unfortunately, you are too ignorant of current affairs! Otherwise,
With more training and a few more battles to enrich your experience, you will become an indispensable talent within the organization!"
After muttering to himself, Miyamoto Takeichi raised the Japanese war weapon high and was about to stab it...
But suddenly, Qin Hao turned around fiercely and opened his eyes at the same time. This scene was like a horror movie! It seemed like he had faked a corpse and could scare people to death.
Miyamoto Takeshi was stunned for a second, but he reacted quickly. The next second, he realized that his current situation was very dangerous and the situation was not good for him.
"Fake death!" These two words appeared in Miyamoto Takeichi's mind, and then, Qin Hao puffed out a flying needle from his mouth...
Isn't this the same shuriken that I just shot at Qin Hao's head? It turns out that this guy wasn't hit in the head, but in the situation just now, he actually...
Of course, Qin Hao would not be killed so easily. There was indeed no way to dodge the shuriken, and there was nothing to block it, but this did not mean that Qin Hao could only sit back and wait for death.
Just now he actually bit the shuriken with his teeth. This was simply a miracle!
Taking advantage of the opponent's carelessness, Qin Hao spit out the flying needle in his mouth. The flying needle made a hissing sound, drew a beautiful straight line, and flew directly to Miyamoto Takeichi's eyebrows. Then, Qin Hao
He grabbed the Japanese sword next to him and swung it past.
With two hisses, Miyamoto Takeichi's legs were cut off by the sharp Japanese swords. His whole body lost its center of gravity and fell directly...
Although the flying needle just now was blocked by Takeichi Miyamoto with his Japanese sword, he felt a chill in his calves, followed by unparalleled severe pain...
"Ah..." Takeichi Miyamoto was lying on the roof of the train. The lower half of his legs had been cut off. At this moment, Takeichi Miyamoto was in pain...
Qin Hao raised his eyebrows and waved his right hand backhand. Japan flew out with a shudder, and stabbed Miyamoto Takeichi's abdomen with a knife. Blood flowed out from Miyamoto Takeichi's abdominal wound and the corner of his mouth. Miyamoto Takeichi struggled.
, he really didn’t want to die, but he already felt that his body was slowly losing control, and his consciousness was gradually leaving his brain...
Qin Hao sneered: "You are right. Since ancient times, soldiers have never been tired of deception! But it's a pity... Not only you can deceive, I can also..."
Subsequently, Qin Hao kicked Miyamoto Takeichi's body off the train and threw it to the ground. It rolled continuously due to inertia, but finally stopped because the sword inserted in his stomach got stuck...
The train was still moving quickly forward. Qin Hao knew that he had less than twenty minutes left and he had to rescue everyone as soon as possible.
From the time he got in the car to now, less than an hour had passed, but he had experienced so much, as if a day or more had passed.
Qin Hao picked up the submachine gun and glanced into the distance...
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