The sky was dark and the stars were dotted. An unprecedented singing and dancing feast had begun on the stage in the villa.

In the center of the stage, the lights gathered into a brilliant sea of ​​light, setting everything up like a dream.

As the passionate and lingering music slowly flowed, a group of dancers in gorgeous costumes came out lightly. Their figures were graceful and their steps were light, like fairies walking out of the painting, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the audience.

Among this group of dancers, Baishan Mountain is undoubtedly the most dazzling pearl.

She was wearing a long dress with a colorful glow, and the skirt was light and elegant in the night breeze. Her slender legs, which were exposed from time to time, were like a pound of bombs, directly hitting the hearts of every old Japanese.

Beautiful, so beautiful.

The originally cold faces of the Japanese officers have been completely overturned at this moment. An unprecedented light flashed in their eyes, which was a light mixed with stunning, admiration and coveting.

Especially the Chief of Staff of Matsuda, his eyes almost never left Baishan Mountain. His usually serious and rigid face seemed a little distorted at this moment, and there was an unconcealed greedy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The same is true for General Fujiwara Masaki beside him, with a strong possessiveness in his eyes, as if he was about to rush onto the stage in the next second, pressing Baishan Mountain under him, and ravaging him wantonly.

They were completely attracted by the Baishan Mountain on the stage, and they didn't even feel that their lives were about to come to an end.

After it got dark that day, Dragon Boat Festival ordered Brother Liu to fight with Shadow and send these Japanese on the way.

They started with the Japanese sentries and patrol soldiers scattered everywhere, and then the Japanese officers and guards who drank in various rooms.

Suddenly, the room became dark, and a knife appeared on his chest before a Japanese officer could curse.

Then there were a series of muffled groans and hoarse screams.

Because all the Japanese were either cut off their throats with one knife or directly pierced through the heart, even if they wanted to scream, they couldn't even scream.

On the other side, the shadow was even more relaxed. She was as shaped like the wind. After shooting into the room, she only flashed a few times. She sat around the table and drank with the Japanese, and then all remained like puppets.

A Japanese man stared at his eyes and held a wine glass. The blood spurted out from his neck was shot into another Japanese man's wine glass like a thin line.

But at this time, another Japanese man was also stiffening his body, looking at the Japanese man who was also squirting blood on his neck opposite him in disbelief.

Until the black shadow flew out the door again, all the Japanese lay on the table almost at the same time, motionless.

Obviously, in terms of assassination alone, Shadow's methods are undoubtedly better than Sixth Brother.

Of course, this does not mean that Brother Six’s martial arts are weaker than shadows, and it can only be said that Shadow is better at assassination.

So in just over half an hour, a shadow appeared on the roof of the stage, looking down at the still intoxicating Japanese officers opposite the stage like gods and demons in eternal night.

But the sixth brother did not show up here. He was wearing a Japanese uniform and standing at the door, guarding against any Japanese coming to find the Japanese officers in the villa.

And this was also agreed by Dragon Boat Festival and Sixth Brother, Shadow.

At this time, the shadow has appeared, and the dance of Baishan Mountain is also reaching its climax.

When Baishan Mountain freezes in the center of the stage with a stunning jump, the audience is silent, and then thunderous applause and cheers burst out.

But at this moment, a black figure flew straight down from the stage, a cold light flashed in his hand, and three flying knives shot Matsushima, Yamamoto, and Fujiwara's choking throats.

Matsushima, Yamamoto and Fujiwara were immersed in the obsession of watching dance the moment before, but the next moment, there was a thin blood line in their throats, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Their eyes were rounded, full of disbelief and fear, and their bodies fell stiffly to the ground, and after a few twitches, there was no movement.

Seeing this, the Japanese officers around were stunned at first, and then screamed in horror: "There are assassins!"

The Xiongshan devil was so shocked that his face turned pale at this moment, and he shouted loudly: "Keizaki! Kurosaki, if you have an assassin, please protect me!"

In his perception, Kurosaki is his most trustworthy person, and there is also a Chinese master beside Kurosaki, who will definitely be able to deal with the sudden appearance of the assassin.

However, what responded to him was a blood-stained steel knife.

The owner of the steel knife is naturally the Dragon Boat Festival. When the shadow took action, the Dragon Boat Festival had already dealt with the Japanese guards.

So when Xiongshan called on Kurosaki, Dragon Boat Festival was already standing behind him, and then stabbed him into Kurosaki's stomach with one knife.

Xiong Shan's body trembled violently, and the expression on his face solidified into an indescribable shock and confusion - he couldn't believe that the "Heizaki" he trusted the most would be the enemy.

Xiong Shan's eyes were wide open, and his eyes seemed to be about to protrude from his sockets and the whole face was distorted terrifyingly.

His hands were futilely clutching the handle of the dagger that pierced into his body, trying to stop the passage of life, but nothing could be done to return to the sky.

When the Japanese around him saw this scene, they were even more scared. Some collapsed to the ground, with their feces and urine flowing; some screamed and ran around like headless flies.

However, Dragon Boat Festival and Shadow are like two ghosts in the dark night, and have already blocked all the Japanese in the yard one after another.

A Japanese man looked fierce and was busy trying to pull out his gun to shoot, but as soon as his finger touched the handle of the gun, a ferocious blood mark appeared on his neck out of thin air, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The Japanese widened their eyes and fell to the ground weakly.

Seeing this, another Japanese man hurriedly picked up a chair beside him and waved it to the Dragon Boat Festival.

But the Dragon Boat Festival flashed like a ghost. It was just a turn and it appeared behind him.

At this time, a cold light flashed by, the Japanese back cooled down, and a transparent blood hole had already appeared in his heart.

At the same time, the shadow attacks are as clean and neat.

A Japanese man grabbed a fruit knife on the coffee table and threw it to the back of Dragon Boat Festival.

When the shadow saw this scene, she came first. She flashed and kicked the sword in the Japanese hand away. Then she turned around and the dagger in her hand slashed like lightning, instantly cutting the Japanese's throat.

puff!

Blood spilled out like ink, and the Japanese's body also rotated for a week because of the shadow's knife, and then knocked over an Eight Immortals table and then fell to the ground.

Dragon Boat Festival turned around and smiled, continuing to chase his next target.

The two cooperated tacitly, one was the main attacker and the other was the supporter, and the movements were smooth and smooth without any delay.

And under their pursuit, the Japanese officers who usually show off their power are now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back.

In less than half a minute, more than a dozen Japanese officers were killed on the spot.
Chapter completed!