A black Honda sedan was parked on the highway along the coast.
The middle-aged woman in a coat hurriedly got out of the car, picked up her telescope and looked into the distance.
When I saw the scene of fires rising into the sky and exploding in the distance, the middle-aged woman's face turned numerous pale.
"The coastal defense line was broken? Impossible...Impossible..."
"That's... the 'Samurai' aircraft carrier warship that the mobile unit was riding? It actually...sinks?"
"Why is this happening?"
"Why?"
The middle-aged woman put down her telescope and retreated repeatedly, her expression was extremely ugly, and she could not stand firm for a time.
"No! You can't continue like this! Otherwise, Doctor Lin would really have to enter the country. In that case, my face in the Big Sakura Empire will be lost! People all over the world will laugh at us!"
"At this time, I can only ask that person to take action!"
The middle-aged woman murmured to herself, hurriedly took out her cell phone and asked to dial the number.
However, a sound suddenly floated from beside him.
"Miss Sakurako, no need to invite you, we are here!"
The middle-aged woman was stunned and hurriedly turned her head.
But I saw a man and a woman standing beside me at some point.
Both of them were wearing kimonos and looked very casual, but the aura they emitted was enough to make people suffocate.
"Master Yihuo, Master Shuibu?" The middle-aged woman was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed: "Please ask the two masters to take action quickly and eliminate that guy. Be sure not to let him enter!"
"Can't you handle the food below? You are too disappointing. The faces of our Big Sakura Empire have been thrown away by you!" The man named Yihuo snorted, stepped forward on his clogs, and said indifferently: "But don't worry, since we are here, he won't live long!"
"I feel relieved when you are two of you here." The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly said, "Please take action quickly now, otherwise the people from the Anbu and Sannin tribe... I'm afraid they won't last long..."
"It's too simple to kill that person, but today we are not qualified to take action!" The woman named Shui Bu chuckled.
"I'm not qualified to take action? Two sirs, I don't understand what you mean..." the middle-aged woman asked in confusion.
But I saw Yihuo looking towards the top of the mountain halfway up the side.
The middle-aged woman hurriedly looked at him. In an instant, the man looked horrified, his whole body shivered, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"Master Yaqi? You actually... are here too?"
It turned out that an old man was sitting cross-legged on the hill. There was a coffee table in front of the old man. Under the night, he was drinking tea leisurely and ignored the middle-aged woman.
"The teacher said that he will take action personally this time. The trash from Anbu and Sannin tribe will die. After Dr. Lin cleaned up the garbage later, the teacher will invite him to have tea. As for you, you can go back to sleep. The teacher will deal with all the things here! Nakagawa, let him close the table early!"
Yihuo smiled proudly.
"Of course! Lord Yaqi has appeared, Doctor Lin has only one way to die. So, I'll ask you all here!"
The middle-aged woman was busy bowing and bent down, and got into the car without hesitation.
Through the car window, she glanced at Lin Yang, her eyes full of pity.
"All Lord Yaqi has appeared! Doctor Lin, no one can save you this time! After all, the one who came out this time was the patron saint of our Great Sakura Empire!"
The middle-aged woman knew that the overall situation here was settled. Although Lin Yang was unstoppable, he was the patron saint of a country that he could never deal with!
She knew how terrible the old man who was drinking tea on the top of the mountain was.
What is Weixin, what is the one with Himura? Even the god of ninja Takahashi Inu Village is like a three-year-old child in front of that old man.
"It seems that the people still attach great importance to this matter! This time, people from all over the world can understand who is the orthodox martial arts among the two countries!"
The middle-aged woman exhaled, stepped on the accelerator and left.
At the coastal defense line.
Bang!
The samurai sword in the scar man's hand fell to the ground and cracked into several segments.
He stared at Lin Yang in front of him, and then slowly fell to the ground, losing his breath.
And standing in front of Lin Yang, there was also the masked Hatred.
The rest of the people were all lying on the ground.
"If you leave now, you can still save your life." Lin Yang said calmly.
"This is my country, and I can't escape! Doctor Lin, you are indeed very strong, but even so, I will fight to the end!"
Hattori roared and went to kill again with a ninja knife.
But the next second, a silver needle stabbed accurately around his neck.
Hattori trembled all over, and the ninja knife in his hand loosened, and it also pierced on the ground.
"I admire you very much, but I also have my mission!"
Lin Yang said lightly.
Hattori widened his eyes, sobbed, and lay down.
Lin Yang patted the dust on his body, stepped forward, crossed the defense line directly, and officially entered the country.
"My friend below, are you tired? Come and have a cup of tea!"
At this time, a Chinese word with a round and round voice came from the top of the mountain behind the defense line.
Lin Yang raised his eyes and his eyebrows suddenly locked...