Leaning his back against the wall, Liao Hongbo squinted his eyes. Although some of the lime was wiped off, his eyes could still only see a narrow gap, and he could vaguely see a few figures.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly just now and closed his eyes in time before the lime entered his eyes, so that most of the lime was blocked out. Otherwise, even if he was burned by the lime, he would be so painful that he would lose the ability to resist.
The dozen or so figures were approaching, but no one spoke. It was obvious that they were all well-trained assassins with rich experience and no sloppiness.
Turning his head slightly to one side, Liao Hongbo moved his ears, listening to the footsteps of the other party. Now the only thing he could rely on was his own hearing.
At the moment of the attack, Liao Hongbo had already transmitted the signal through the communicator he carried. He believed that Peng Yun could get the message as soon as possible and rush here. As long as he persisted for a moment, he could wait for reinforcements to arrive.
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"superior!"
The cyclist who had just attacked Liao Hongbo let out a low cry, and then rushed forward with a dagger. He raised the dagger and stabbed Liao Hongbo in the chest with a fast and cruel movement.
Liao Hongbo heard the sound of the dagger stabbing in his ears. He did not panic, but calmly stretched out his right hand from one side of his body and slashed towards the opponent's wrist, hoping to knock off the opponent's weapon.
When the other party saw it, he was startled and hurriedly withdrew his arm, causing Liao Hongbo's move to miss. The two exchanged moves, but no one took advantage.
Haha——, some of the Japanese agents who were forced from both ends of the alley made a move. They each had a Japanese sword in their hands. They rushed towards Liao Hongbo with both hands holding it, and then chopped it down on the head.
The Japanese sword was very sharp and was very ferocious to use. Liao Hongbo was suddenly in a situation where he was attacked from both sides.
With his eyes burned red by lime, Liao Hongbo swayed, took a step back, dodged the Japanese sword of a Japanese soldier behind him, and then blocked the samurai sword of another Japanese with his right hand, and grabbed the opponent's wrist with his wrist.
The hilt of the knife.
He wanted to take the knife away.
At this moment, two more Japanese swords stabbed at him, which just filled the gap between the first two people, so Liao Hongbo could only let go of his hands and move back.
Four people wielded four Japanese swords, waving them like a storm. The lights of the swords flashed in the alley, and they were filled with murderous intent.
Although Liao Hongbo was powerful, his eyes were injured after all, and his strength was obviously greatly reduced. He felt increasingly powerless and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Shit——, a Japanese sword was stabbed at him. He couldn't dodge and was cut with a cut on his arm. The next moment, he was slashed with another knife on his back, leaving a half-foot-long wound.
With a loud roar, Liao Hongbo ignored the stabbing in the back, grabbed the arm of a Japanese agent facing him with his arm and twisted it violently. There was a click, and the Japanese agent's arm hung down softly.
The Japanese sword in his hand also passed into Liao Hongbo's hands.
--puff--!
The Japanese sword behind his back pierced his lower back, and then came out from under his ribs, bringing a little bit of blood and staining his clothes red.
Turning around suddenly, Hong Kong swung out the Japanese sword that he had grabbed and struck the bushido sword behind him. The katana broke with a bang, and only a section of the blade remained in his body.
The Japanese sword was chopped off, and the Japanese agent behind him was shocked. He held the half of the Japanese sword and stepped back, trying to avoid Liao Hongbo's killer.
However, how could Liao Hongbo let him leave like this? The Japanese sword in his hand slashed out horizontally and went straight to the neck of the Japanese agent. With a click, at least half of the Japanese agent's neck was cut open and the artery was severed.
The blood spurted out splashed all over his face.
His body suddenly stiffened, and the Japanese agent let go of the Japanese sword, and fell straight forward and fell to the ground.
With a roar, the remaining Japanese agents rushed up together, raising the Japanese swords in their hands and slashing at Liao Hongbo.
A fierce battle broke out in the alley. On one side was an old man who was seriously injured and had been plotted against, and on the other side were more than a dozen strong men with sharp blades. It was obviously too unequal.
With repeated clanging sounds, the Japanese sabers collided together many times, bursting out a string of sparks in the dark alley, adding the slightest bit of light to the darkness, and also illuminating Liao Hongbo's stained face.
His face was made of lime powder, and there were blood stains on his body.
Chi——, a Japanese sword penetrated Liao Hongbo's weak side from his side, and at the same time, a Japanese sword from the front also penetrated his lower abdomen, and blood arrows shot out, making the alley
It was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.
"--kill--!"
Liao Hongbo's eyes suddenly widened. He gritted his teeth and roared. He swept out the Japanese sword in his hand, knocked over one Japanese agent, and then chopped down another one again. Only then was he restrained by other Japanese agents.
Three Japanese swords pierced his lower abdomen, and then several Japanese swords pushed him backwards, making him retreat to the wall until he was pressed against the wall.
The Japanese sword in his hand was slashing and stabbing wildly. Liao Hongbo's eyes were so wide open that they bled. He was now like a crazy tiger. More than a dozen Japanese agents were unable to restrain him for a while.
At the entrance of the alley, Yokota Yushin and Tanaka Yishen appeared, and then walked quickly towards this side. Tanaka Yishen was wearing a suit, while Yokota Yushen was dressed like Liao Hongbo, with a smile on his face.
A mask that looks like Liao Hongbo.
There are only four human skin masks in total. These four were carefully selected by the Japanese from tens of thousands of people. They looked very similar to prisoners of war such as Luo Xiao and Liao Hongbo. Then they peeled off their skins and processed them again.
It can be said that it is a product of inhumanity and cruelty.
Putting on Liao Hongbo's clothes and putting on this mask, Yukishin Yokota looked exactly like Liao Hongbo himself. Even the Japanese who knew the details couldn't tell the difference between the two.
"Yokota-kun, this old Chinese man is really stubborn. He is still resisting at this time." Tanaka felt greatly relieved when he took a sip. He did not expect that Fujita Hikaru had already planted an internal line in the Fengtian Public Security Bureau.
The news made him seize the thorn in his side - Liao Hongbo.
Yukishin Yokota was different from him. He looked at Liao Hongbo with a very solemn expression and a bit of respect, "This is a true warrior and deserves our respect."
"Then what should we do now?" Tanaka Yizi said that was different from what he was thinking. What he wanted most now was to get rid of Liao Hongbo and get rid of his own serious trouble.
"Of course, kill him. This person is too dangerous. If we keep him, something might happen." Yokota Yushin said as he walked towards Liao Hongbo. He took a Japanese sword from the Japanese agent beside him, and then
He weighed it in his hands and held it both hands in front of him.
Beside the wall, Liao Hongbo was exhausted. The Japanese sword in his hand was also knocked out by Japanese agents. Several Japanese swords were inserted into his body. Blood spurted out from the wounds, dyeing his clothes red and flowing down the ground.
Then, a pool of blood appeared on the ground.
Due to excessive blood loss, Liao Hongbo felt that his head was dizzy, but he bit his tongue hard, then became more awake, and looked forward with blurry eyes and wide eyes.
In front of him, two figures came from a distance and then stood in front of him. One of them seemed to be holding a knife in his hand and walking towards him.
"Come on, little devils, grandpa is waiting for you." Liao Hongbo laughed, then spat at the man holding the knife opposite and roared.
"Baga!" Tanaka immediately became furious as soon as he took a sip. He raised his arm and wanted to slap Liao Hongbo, but his arm was caught by Yokota Yushin.
Turning his head, Tanaka looked at him in confusion, "Yokota-kun, what on earth do you mean?"
Yokota Yushin released his hold on his arm, then hid his disgusted eyes under his eyelids, and said slowly, "Tanaka-kun, please don't humiliate him."
"Okay, Yokota-kun!" Although Tanaka felt unhappy, this time he was cooperating with Yokota Yushin to perform the mission, so he had to follow Yokota Yushin's command, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Yokota Yushin came to Liao Hongbo with a Japanese sword, raised his head and looked at the old Chinese man covered in blood, and said, "Chinese warrior, although I respect you, you must die now."
Liao Hongbo laughed and raised his head, "Little devil, stop talking nonsense and come on."
Yokota Yushin raised the Japanese sword high in his hand, and then his eyes fell on Liao Hongbo's thin neck. He took a deep breath, and then the Japanese sword suddenly dropped.
About three or four streets away from the alley where Liao Hongbo's accident occurred, Peng Yun was riding on his sidecar motorcycle and was speeding there crazily, forgetting all the red lights along the way.
back.
The red police lights circled on the side of the motorcycle, and the harsh buzzer shook the night. His heart was going crazy, and he wished that the sidecar motorcycle could grow wings and fly to the scene of the accident.
Just now, when Liao Hongbo's communicator rang, Peng Yun felt his head buzzing and went blank. He didn't expect that something happened to the old man he regarded as his father.
The next moment, he jumped directly from the window on the second floor, then ran towards his sidecar motorcycle, and then rushed out of the door.
Now, he regrets it so much. He regrets why he didn't send two people to protect the old man. Although Liao Hongbo is very skilled, he is still old after all, and Fengtian City has been quite uneasy during this period. He was really too careless.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
Peng Yun held the handlebars with both hands, and the motorcycle almost flew up.