The katana blade was sharply cut, with a peaceful smell. If the blade hadn't reflected the cold light, anyone would have thought it was a knife without murderous intent.
Yan Fenghuo did not dodge, but with a mocking smile on his face, he threw the Japanese man he held in his left hand towards the samurai sword.
"Ka! Ka! Ka!"
"ah!……"
Three consecutive sounds of the blade chopping bones were heard, and the katana struck the Japanese body, sinking deeply into the body. The blade was instantly absorbed by the vacuum formed by the blood flowing through the muscle wall. The Japanese man holding the samurai sword paused, and immediately
Turn the blade over and pull it out.
It's a pity that he paused, and this pause was enough for Yan Fenghuo to react too much.
He clearly saw the Chinese man in front of him holding a watermelon knife with both hands and raising it high. Because of his ferociousness, his cheeks gave people the feeling of being full of flesh. He was like an ancient executioner, raising his execution knife high.
The prisoner must be beheaded.
At this moment, fear appeared in his pupils, and he could no longer avoid it.
"Die, Japanese pig!!!" Yan Fenghuo roared with blood-red eyes.
The roar of a raging tsunami rumbled, and the watermelon knife drew an arc, cutting the Japanese head at a 45-degree angle.
"puff!"
There was the sound of the cork of a carbonated drink bottle being pulled straight away, and the severed head soared into the sky under the impact of the blood in the chest. After reaching the highest point, it hit the center of the crowd heavily.
This kind of scene cannot be seen in civilized society at all. Beheading is very far away from them, but this brutal and barbaric killing method is nothing short of the most visually shocking: heads flying high and blood splattering.
The besieging crowd began to be afraid, began to hesitate, and began to retreat. But they could not retreat because the people behind pushed them forward and rushed towards Yan Fenghuo.
The original color of the watermelon knife, which had been repeatedly baptized with blood, could no longer be seen, and the whole body showed a gorgeous dark red. Yan Fenghuo, holding the blade of the knife with both hands, was like a woodcutter, struggling to lift it up to slash.
One after another, the Japanese lay in a pool of blood. Puff after puff of blood spattered in the air and spread on the ground; one after another, severed limbs separated from their owners and fell into the crowd, being trampled mercilessly...
This place has become a purgatory, with fear everywhere, blood everywhere, and fragile and humble lives everywhere.
Yan Fenghuo, who existed like a demon or a god of death, kept waving the butcher knife, watching the knife in his hand chop into flesh and blood bodies one after another, and watching the hot blood splashing everywhere.
In a short period of time, hundreds of people had fallen to the ground and dozens more.
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, exuding the root of fear, making people feel vomiting involuntarily after taking a breath.
The underworld is also a human being, they are just a little more vicious than normal people. Once they stand in front of a killing machine, they are nothing at all.
Yan Fenghuo, who was standing among the piles of corpses, grabbed a Japanese boy with his left hand, threw him up with one arm and threw him in the air with great force.
The young man screamed, begged for mercy, and even cried.
But a cold knife still sliced through the air mercilessly, cutting open his chest and abdominal cavity.
A large stream of blood mixed with internal organs fell downwards, hitting Yan Fenghuo head and face, bathing him in blood.
"Roar!!!"
Yan Fenghuo raised his left hand and grabbed the body of the young man above him. His whole palm penetrated into the deepest part of his body, touching the sticky and slippery muscle arm, and pinched the opponent's spine from the inside.
"That's how pigs are killed!" Yan Fenghuo opened his mouth and blood flowed into his mouth without hesitation.
As soon as he released his left hand, he took a step back and let the boy's body fall to the ground.
Beheading and disemboweling, this is a barbarian who has not yet evolved, a barbarian who only knows how to kill!
Fear, terror, the weakness of human nature was completely exposed in the extreme bloodshed. The Japanese, who were full of anger just now and wanted to rush up and cut Yan Fenghuo into pieces, were really frightened. They kept retreating, regardless of men, women, old or young, underworld or
Ordinary civilians.
"Kneel down!" Yan Fenghuo raised the bloody butcher knife high and roared violently.
"Plop!"
The nearest Japanese gangster, who was stared at by Yan Fenghuo's red eyes, knelt heavily on the ground.
Fear is contagious, just like the flu, or even faster than the flu.
One after another, the Japanese knelt on the ground, trembling and looking at the devil standing there.
But someone did not kneel down. This was a woman surrounded by several strong men in suits and leather shoes.
The woman is very delicate, wearing a kimono, with her hair tied up in a high bun, and is indescribably dignified and elegant. There is no doubt that this is an exquisite Japanese woman, and she is a woman who seems indifferent, but is actually full of danger.
"Chinese, you are a strong man, but do you need to make things difficult for these normal people?" The kimono woman smiled elegantly: "I don't know why you come to my place to cause trouble, but even the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't dare to make trouble in my place.
I acted rashly, but you got me hit? I need you to give me an explanation."
It's a pity that Yan Fenghuo ignored her at all, didn't even have eyes to look at her, and just regarded her as nothing.
"Are you a pig?" Yan Fenghuo asked, pointing a butcher knife at a Japanese man in front of him.
"I'm not a pig!"
"puff!"
The knife fell from the hand, and the head fell to the ground.
It was so quick and easy that even the bodies of the strong men surrounding the woman were shaken violently.
A stench emanated from the crowd, mixed with the strong smell of blood, forming a very strange smell that made people vomit.
"Are you a pig?" Yan Fenghuo pointed his knife at another Japanese.
"Yes! Yes! I am a pig, I am a pig!" The Japanese nodded vigorously.
Yan Fenghuo smiled, wiped the blood on his face and said, "Are the Japanese pigs?"
"Yes! Yes! The Japanese are pigs, the Japanese are pigs! Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
The Japanese kneeling on the ground begged, his crotch was completely soaked and exuded a strong stinky smell.
"Since it's a pig..." Yan Fenghuo paused, then said with a split-mouthed smile: "Then you have to be aware. Pigs are all going to get stabbed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Fenghuo swung the butcher knife and struck the Japanese man in the neck again.
"Click!"
It seemed that there was a gap in the machete, and it seemed that Yan Fenghuo had used up all his strength. The head was not severed from the root, but only more than half of it was cut in.
Blood gushed out crazily along the knife edge, and the Japanese man didn't even have the strength to cry out, so he lay heavily on the ground.
As he lay on the ground, the mostly severed head tilted to one side, tearing away the muscles and hanging on his shoulders, leaving only a layer of connected skin and flesh.
"Gudu... Gudu..."
This is the sound of blood flowing out, and it is no exaggeration at all. Only when you really hear the sound of blood gushing out of a spring, will you truly understand what spring water is.
Someone started to run, rolling and crawling outside. Because this devil doesn't care what you answer, he will raise his butcher knife to kill you.
If you say you are not a pig, you will die; if you say you are a pig, you will die. The devil has no reason at all. He kills just because he kills for the sake of killing.
Seeing someone running, Yan Fenghuo waved his watermelon knife and started to slaughter like crazy. He chopped, chopped, stabbed... He just killed for the sake of killing, and it seemed that killing was the greatest pleasure.
But Yan Fenghuo knows very well that killing people is not his pleasure, killing Japanese people is his greatest pleasure. If a Sino-Japanese war breaks out now, he will definitely lead his troops to level Tokyo, and then wipe out all the tens of millions of people in Tokyo
Kill them all.
Just like how the Japanese massacred the Chinese, they let the Japanese dig holes and bury them themselves, and finally killed the ones who dug the holes.
As for the consequences? Do you need to know the consequences?
All the condemnation and all the accusations are made by guys who have never experienced war, so-called peaceful guys. War is inherently massacre. When you capture tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers, when you capture hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers, killing is
Or not to kill?
Keep it? Let it go so that the opponent can form a secondary fighting force? No, no, no, only killing it is the safest way. It does not waste food and eliminates all hidden dangers.
Yan Fenghuo sighed. His massacre was too small. At most, it could only have a strong visual impact...
Standing in the blood, looking at the broken limbs on the ground, Yan Fenghuo smiled, and then looked at the Japanese woman standing on the second floor.
He saw this elegant and noble Japanese woman taking off her clothes, using her slender green fingers to undo the belt that tied around her kimono waist.
Circle after circle, her movements were slow and elegant. Her eyes were always calm, and even calm with a touch of brightness and charm.
"It's useless to take off your clothes." Yan Fenghuo smiled and said: "Men conquer the world, and women govern men. This sentence is very correct. But it also depends on what kind of woman she is. I am not interested in women like you, because I
I saw one word from your eyes: coquettish. So there is no use in taking off your clothes, but if you want to...well, mop sticks and beer bottles are not suitable. If you want to be more violent, hand pliers, wrenches, etc.
It can also be done..."
When he said this, Yan Fenghuo closed his mouth and stared at the Japanese woman's body after taking off her clothes.
Blue dragon! Two green dragons!
The naked woman who took off her kimono was covered in tattoos, covering up her skin that should have been so delicate that it could be broken by a blow. The tattoos were two entangled black dragons, with teeth and claws and a fierce look in their eyes.
This is a woman with black tattoos all over her body.
This kind of woman doesn't need any description from the side. If she can't be considered the most ruthless person, I'm afraid everyone will have to step aside.
Under the extremely respectful eyes of her subordinates, the Japanese woman pulled out a dark samurai sword and pointed it straight at Yan Fenghuo, who was standing in a pool of blood downstairs.
In an instant, a look more ferocious than a poisonous snake burst out from the Japanese woman's eyes and shot into Yan Fenghuo's eyes without any hindrance.
The eyes were like living creatures. After entering the eyes, they turned into two cold poisonous snakes. They rushed crazily to the deepest part of Yan Fenghuo's body, biting him with his cold body and poisonous fangs.
A very simple hand gesture appeared on the Japanese woman. She bowed and stood up, holding the knife in both hands, slowly passed it across her eyebrows, and finally stood it up on the right side of her body.
"Yokota-kun." The Japanese woman lightly opened her red lips.
"Madam." A strong man behind him stepped forward and bowed heavily to the Japanese woman.
"Whizzing!"
Two blasts of wind suddenly flashed by, and even Yan Fenghuo didn't even see clearly how the woman drew the sword. He only felt that the samurai sword shook tightly twice, and then everything returned to the distance.
However, there was a drop of blood on the blade, which slowly slid along the blade, and finally reached the tip of the blade, where it dripped gently. As the drop of blood slipped, the blade became clean again, without any trace of blood.
The Japanese man stood there blankly. After a few seconds, he tipped downstairs and fell to the ground.
Blood spurted out from his chest, spraying to the extreme and spreading downwards, staining the area red.
The men behind the woman were shocked and stared at the woman as if they were seeing a ghost. They turned around and ran away without hesitation. It seemed that this woman was more terrifying than Yan Fenghuo, making them forget their original responsibilities in an instant.
"Sacrifice knife?" Yan Fenghuo frowned.
The Japanese woman nodded and gently held a sword in her arms. Her eyes were calm and calm, like an ancient well that was not greeted by the passage of time, eternal and eternal.
Sacrificing swords is too old. In the cold weapon age, it was generally applicable to martial arts masters. They usually sacrificed swords before fighting, sacrificing the sword with the blood of a living person, or sacrificing the life of a living person.
This has something in common with ancient military expeditions: flag sacrifice.
Before going on an expedition, kill living creatures to sacrifice to the gods to give yourself a spiritual sustenance.
The sacrificial flag also uses human life, which is even more cruel than the sacrificial knife.
As for sacrificing swords, it is usually a sign of respect for a special sword. Before the battle, one drinks human blood to revive the soul of the sword. As of now, this form has almost disappeared and only appears in some mysterious and ancient families.
Once it appears, it means that the enemy will not die and the sword will not be sheathed.
"The police are here, we can change places." The Japanese woman slowly stood up straight and said to Yan Fenghuo with a knife on her back: "I know what you Chinese hate the most, and what you hate the most is what we respect the most. Tonight at midnight
, the door of Yasukuni Shrine will be open for you, I am waiting."
After saying that, the woman put on her kimono and left.
A group of heavily armed police officers swarmed into the restaurant.
Yan Fenghuo looked at the woman's back with great solemnity, turned around and rushed towards the second floor, rushing out of the restaurant.
The moment he escaped, he took out a delicate detonator and pressed it gently.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
There was a violent explosion in the restaurant, and several highly concentrated bombs almost razed the restaurant to the ground. The police who had just rushed in were shattered to pieces in the explosion, and the powerful shock wave even overturned the vehicles parked in front of the restaurant.
On the news that night, several Japanese TV stations reported the accident: a restaurant located in the suburbs of Tokyo. Preliminary investigation results showed that the explosion was caused by a natural gas leak. The specific cause is still under further investigation and a terrorist attack has been ruled out...