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They did the same thing in Iraq before.
"Keep formation, follow me down, stay focused on the search, don't get scattered!"
Brad did not choose to split up, fearing that they would be picked off one by one by the elusive "fox".
The three formed a tight tactical formation and carefully entered the dimly lit underground parking lot.
Unbeknownst to them, a crow was quietly perched on the wall opposite the entrance, silently watching their every move.
As they reached the first corner, Brad gestured for them to stop.
He pulled out a flashbang, removed the safety pin, and tossed it forward.
"boom!"
A blinding, intense white light burst forth, illuminating almost the entire corner area and enough to temporarily blind anyone without protection.
After the bright light went out, the three men quickly rushed in in a crisscross pattern, pointing their guns to the left and right sides respectively, to make sure that "Fox" was not lying in ambush in their blind spots.
Brad quickly glanced at the map of the underground parking area hanging on the wall, while simultaneously straining his ears to faintly hear the echo of a motorcycle engine coming from deep within the passage on the right.
"This way!"
He immediately waved and led two of his men in pursuit of the source of the sound.
……
Inside a heavy iron gate connecting the underground parking lot to the hospital's interior area, there is a relatively quiet corridor.
Yuji Hirano handed a cigarette to his friend next to him, then lit one for himself with a lighter with a "click".
He took a deep breath, exhaled a grayish-white smoke, and said somewhat absentmindedly, "I wonder if things are going well with Taro and the others, and whether they've dealt with that woman yet?"
"It'll definitely be done."
The long-faced man grinned and said in a relaxed tone, "But that little girl is really bold, daring to investigate us."
Yuji Hirano, puffing out a smoke ring, commented, "Hmph, it's only because she's a fearless young girl that she dares to do this."
"That's right. If you were a seasoned veteran with some life experience, you wouldn't dare to do that even if you gave him a million lives."
The long-faced man nodded in deep agreement.
"what?"
Yuji Hirano's ears suddenly twitched, and the relaxed expression on his face vanished instantly. He asked, "Did you... hear anything?"
The long-faced man also stopped smiling and listened intently.
Faintly, the deep roar of an engine seemed to be approaching from afar, and becoming clearer and clearer!
The two of them simultaneously turned their surprised and uncertain gazes to the heavy isolation door in front of them.
"boom!!"
With a loud bang, the heavy iron door was kicked open from the outside.
Immediately afterwards, a motorcycle with its blinding headlights blazing, like a steel beast breaking free from its restraints, roared into the corridor that should have been quiet.
The roar of the engine was amplified in the enclosed space, becoming deafening.
The rider wore an old fox mask, had a long knife at his waist, and was even carrying a woman on the back seat?!
Yuji Hirano and the long-faced man's expressions changed drastically, and they almost instinctively reached into their pockets to draw their guns.
However, Qingze moved even faster.
He firmly gripped the handlebars with his left hand to control the direction, while his right hand had already grasped the handle of the "Oni-Tetsu" sword, and pulled it out sharply!
"Qiang!"
The scarlet blade traced a poignant arc under the cold white light.
The motorcycle did not slow down. Qingze, like an ancient warrior charging into battle, used the momentum to slash down with his sword.
"Pfft!"
The blade precisely sliced into Hirano Yuji's head, cutting downwards with unstoppable force until it reached his neck.
His head was almost neatly split in two.
"what--!!!"
The long-faced man let out a terrified scream, his fingers trembling as he tried to pull the trigger of the pistol he had just pulled out.
With a flick of his wrist, Qingze unleashed a crimson blade that swept horizontally to the right.
The cold light disappeared in a flash.
The long-faced man's head, contorted in a horrified expression, detached from his neck and rolled to the ground.
The headless corpse swayed, gushing blood as it fell backward.
Without pausing, the motorcycle relentlessly crashed into the door guarding the morgue behind the two men.
Despite Qingze being held with one hand, the vehicle remained remarkably stable, without the slightest sway.
"boom!"
The morgue door was kicked open.
Only then did Mai Komura, sitting in the back seat, react to the lightning-fast, bloody carnage, letting out a high-pitched scream that was a mixture of extreme fear and indescribable excitement.
"ah!!!"
Inside the morgue, cold white light mercilessly shone down, illuminating the interior.
Four men in black suits, along with an unusually tall, dark-skinned Southeast Asian man, were standing in the aisle in front of the mortuary.
Their gazes suddenly collided in mid-air.
The air seemed to freeze instantly, and then, a chilling killing intent erupted like a tangible blizzard.
Chapter 117 The Violent Aesthetics of Cold Weapons
Rama is Thai.
He won the Bangkok underground fighting championship twice in a row, earning the nickname "Steel Legs" in the underground world with his iron legs.
It wasn't until the chairman of Igawa Motors went on a trip to Thailand that he noticed his outstanding skills and offered to hire him as a bodyguard.
To be honest, the bodyguard's fixed income couldn't compare to the huge sums of money he won in the underground boxing ring.
But the advantage of this job is its stability.
Lama has seen too many people like him who have practiced Muay Thai since childhood, and whose bodies rapidly deteriorate after the age of thirty. Various hidden injuries and ailments left by years of fighting swarm in like sharks smelling blood.
Lama doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.
Becoming a bodyguard, the regular lifestyle and relatively relaxed work environment do alleviate occupational ailments to some extent.
At thirty years old, he only feels a dull ache deep in his joints on rainy days.
On a clear night like tonight, his physical condition is at its peak.
He accompanied his boss here for an organ transplant surgery.
I thought it would be another peaceful and uneventful night.
However, the moment Qingze burst through the morgue door on his motorcycle like the Grim Reaper, Lama's muscles tensed instantly.
Even though he didn't recognize "Fox," the sight of the blood droplets sliding down the katana in the other's hand, and the overwhelming killing intent, made him realize that the newcomer was no ordinary person!
In contrast, the four bodyguards belonging to Black Star Security immediately recognized "Fox's" identity.
It is this person's recent "activity" that has led to a surge in security demand in Tokyo, with major security companies overflowing with orders, resulting in bright salaries and employment prospects for them.
However, at this moment, they felt no gratitude towards this indirect "benefactor of the industry," only hostility as bodyguards.
Almost simultaneously, the four men lifted the hems of their suits and quickly drew their pistols.
Mai Komura, sitting in the back seat, witnessed this scene, her eyes wide with horror.
Relying on his extraordinary senses, Qingze had already clearly "seen" their actions of pulling the trigger and even predicted the trajectory of the bullets.
At the critical moment!
He suddenly lifted the handlebars upwards with his left hand, leaned back with his upper body, and the front wheel of the motorcycle instantly lifted off the ground.
At the same time, he channeled power into his right foot and slammed it into the ground, using the force to lift the wildly spinning rear wheel off the ground.
Under his precise control, the motorcycle flew forward like a giant projectile, heading straight for the four armed bodyguards.
Almost at the same moment the motorcycle left the ground, Aozawa's left hand grabbed Komura Mai's shoulder like an iron clamp and pulled her sharply to his side.
The two of them, like light swallows, nimbly dismounted from the back seat and landed steadily on the ground.
As soon as Komura Mai touched the ground, she felt weak and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
At that moment, the four bodyguards had already pulled the trigger.
Because Qingze moved too quickly, their reaction time was still stuck on the image of Qingze rushing towards them on his motorcycle, and they did not adjust their aim in time.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The four gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.
Three bullets struck the motorcycle, sending up blinding sparks, while the other hit the fuel tank precisely.
boom!
Flames erupted instantly from the ruptured fuel tank, like a greedy beast, quickly engulfing the entire motorcycle and turning it into a massive, raging fireball.
A scorching wave of heat rushed towards them, and the four bodyguards were forced to instinctively dodge to the side by the sudden explosion and flames.
Lama reacted even faster, already taking a nimble step back and moving away from the blast radius.
And at that very moment, when they were trying to dodge, they created a brief opening.
Qingze pushed off the ground with his feet, and like a ghost, he rushed towards the two bodyguards on the right.
The "Oni-Tetsu" in his hand drew a chilling, blood-red arc, its speed exceeding the limits of visual perception.
Before the two bodyguards could even fire a second shot, they felt a cool sensation in their throats, followed by a gush of warm liquid.
They futilely clutched their necks, their eyes filled with unbelievable terror, their bodies limp and falling backward, blood splattering onto the cold metal surface of the mortuary next to them, leaving mottled marks.