Bo Fu's steps stopped silently outside the room - this was the room of the man carrying weapons, in the penultimate room in the corridor. Bo Fu smiled and bent his fingers, knocked at the door twice, "Hello, check the water meter."
Before he could answer inside, Bo Fu had already easily broken the lock tongue, pushed open the door and walked in - such a huge force was well controlled, without causing any unnecessary sound. The man in military uniform in the room had just stood up from a chair next to a table, and he didn't carry a hat. He was looking at Bo Fu who was pushing the door open, opening his mouth to try to shout, and at the same time he touched his hands to get out his gun.
He no longer needed to shout or draw his gun - because his head was now 180 degrees, and he could clearly see the wall behind him. The air that was originally about to rush into the trachea had been released from the depression in the chest - Bo Fu smashed the guy's chest with a punch, and his ribs pierced the muscles and skin of the lungs and chest. The guy almost immediately broke his breath. Bo Fu stepped forward and grabbed the guy's clothes, and then lightly
He gently put the dead ghost on the ground, and at the same time he pulled out the gun he wanted to touch before he died and took a look, "Southern Style Fourteen? Are you embarrassed to take out this kind of bad gun?" Then he threw the gun on the dead man. At the same time, Bo Fu pulled out his gun - a guy who looked a little like the bad gun, stuffed it into the holster on his crotch, looked around in the room, turned around and went out, and brought the door at the same time - although the lock was useless.
The last room in the corridor was the lower girl's room, which made Bo Fu a little strange, "How could it be the maid's room in the innermost? So that's it..." When Bo Fu walked to the door of the room, he found that there was a very well-hidden staircase opposite the room. He leaned over and looked at the back door of the kitchen and living room. Bo Fu turned his head and looked at the door in front of him. The door was not locked, and there was a cheerful singing singing Japanese folk songs. Bo Fu still knocked on the door a few times, and the singing inside stopped. A woman's voice sounded: "Is it Mr. Okada? I'll come." Then the footsteps came towards the door.
Bo Fu took the initiative to push open the door, then flicked his finger, and a coma female body was held by Bo Fu, and then threw it directly onto the bed. "If you want to tell whether there is a difference between men and women, it is still true, and the treatment is different..." While sighing softly that the dead man named Okada was not lucky, Bo Fu went out to go down the stairs.
There is a door in the kitchen that leads to the back garden. Bo Fu pushed open the door and walked along the path between the flowers to the cherry blossom trees. This was not the tall Yae cherry blossoms. The low and dense cherry blossom trees are now at the end of the flowering period. Bo Fu bypassed the flowers and trees and stood still to look at the old man and woman a few meters ahead.
If this Japanese qi cultivation skills are really good, I saw a strange tall man appearing in the back garden, and he didn't shout and show a little panic or angry expression. The old man looked at Bo Fu indifferently as if he saw an ordinary person passing by on the road. However, the female Nakazuo frowned slightly and tried to stand up and ask-but soon controlled herself, looked at the second floor, and looked at Bo Fu with a clear look. "I knew something was wrong so quickly? The reaction was really fast. No wonder, the only entrance to the path I came over was the kitchen. If I entered the hall from the hall and passed through the kitchen, I would probably be discovered by the dead ghost and the maid..."
Soon, the old man spoke: "Your Majesty is not a good deed, so please give me advice!" A Chinese Beijing film was elegant and fluent, and there was no sound of a Japanese accent. "You can tell at a glance that I am Chinese..." Bo Fu walked towards the old man and replied.
"I dare not, I am not a person from our country. This is just a little bit of the art of observing people." After speaking, the old man suddenly shouted loudly and slashed his head with a knife.
"I was polite the first second, but I took out a knife to chop people the next... You have practiced this skill well." Bo Fu said, but his palms were closed, and he put the long sword that was slashing head-on in his palm, and then he twisted it and grabbed the long sword.
"No sword to take!" The old man felt a pain in his hand, and a forceful force twisted the handle of the knife he held out of his palm, but this was not as surprised as the surprise he had brought to him when he saw the man clasped his long knife with his palms. However, he had no chance to shout a second sentence. The light of the knife lit up as if it was a shakuhachi sound. Bo Fu put away the knife, and the tip of the knife drooped slightly, dripping the only drop of blood. The old man slapped a lot of blood from his waist to his shoulder, and then half of his body slid down like this - he was cut by Bo Fu with one left... Until he died Bo Fu didn't know what the old man was named.
The female Nakasa in the kimono reacted very quickly. She pulled out her pistol from the sleeve of the kimono to prepare for shooting. The knife light lit up again, and the left pheasant was like a dream. After the knife light disappeared, the woman had just pulled the trigger - no response... At this time, she found that the southern fourteenth pistol in her hand had been cut very smoothly from the upper half of the barrel, and the mechanism inside and even the bullets in the barrel were divided into two very smoothly. She had only time to murmur: "Such a kendo..." Then she felt pain in her joints and could not exert force.
Bo Fu had removed the woman's joints - even the joints on her chin did not escape. Then Bo Fu carried the woman and left... "What he did next should be a very normal patriotic action, so let me use my actions to fight against the Japanese invasion!"
Bo Fu was very happy - he caught a Japanese female Nakasa like Hatano, and it seemed that she was still a special high-tech technician. Some non-confidential documents in the study can be used to testify. Bo Fu mainly "torn and interrogate" this "female spy" in the study. After he practiced the female spy with eighteen martial arts and sixty-four ways one by one, he remembered to ask the name of the female spy. "Eight thousand Liu Huajing..." The woman said weakly that the woman's will had collapsed - it seemed.
"It's actually still a Chinese..." Bo Fu said proudly, "It seems like it's a pity that I killed you like this..." Bo Fu picked up the woman's joints, "If you commit suicide by shame and anger, it will save me a lot of trouble. Hahahaha."
Amid this arrogant laughter, the woman picked up her clothes with difficulty, but she did not commit suicide, and did not even make any move to show her spirit to the Japanese soldiers patrolling outside. Her eyes seemed to accidentally sweep over the gun that Bo Fu placed on the desk - it was a Ruger P08 naval type, with a faint light on the grilled blue gun body, and the slight scratches on the gun body meant that the gun had been in war for a long time. But what she retracted her eyes were the man's smile...