I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 157
When Yongcao Shiro appeared again, he pushed a huge fish tank that was as tall as a person with wheels installed underneath, and a yellowtail fish more than one meter long was swimming in the fish tank vigorously.

Every time it turns, the strong and powerful fish tail will slam on the glass of the fish tank, causing splashes on the water surface.

"When the neon yellowtail grows to be more than one meter long, it is called Pingzheng. Its meat is rich in fat, rich in flavor, plump and plump, and everything has reached the most perfect balance." Shiro Yongcao said in a somewhat cold voice. After the fish tank came out.

Across the water in the fish tank and the constantly swimming fish, the two of them could see each other a bit blurry, but both knew that the other had murderous intentions.

Yongcao Shiro pulled out a real samurai sword from his waist, and stood on the edge of the fish tank with one arm, looking down at Tang Ji: "Live slices of this kind of fish require unique skills to ensure the original taste of the ingredients."

Tang Ji looked up at Yongcao Shiro and applauded: "I am looking forward to your performance."

The moment Shiro Yongcao pulled out his samurai sword, Hiroyuki Sanada frowned. As a neon man, he certainly knew that the other party was talking nonsense. There is no school of chefs who use samurai blades to make fish.

Hiroyuki Sanada now only hopes that the fish will be big enough to delay for long enough. He doesn't know how long it will take for Shiro Nagakusa's helper to be in place, but he knows that if Tang Ji fails to achieve his goal, the situation will likely become serious.

Nagasa Shiro lay prone on the edge of the fish tank like a spider, and put one hand into the fish tank, teasing the already sensitive nerves of the yellowtail.

At the moment when the yellowtail attacked his palm, Yongcao Shiro suddenly exerted strength, grabbed the gills of the yellowtail, lifted the big fish weighing at least eighty kilograms out of the tank with one hand, and smashed it on the ground in front of Tang Ji with a bang. On the table!
With the inertia and the struggle of the fish, the water droplets on the yellowtail were thrown all over the sky. For a while, Sanada had to cover his eyes with his palm.

But at this moment, Shiro Nagasa, holding the fish in his left hand and holding the knife in his right, stabbed out the blade in his hand. The long and sharp samurai sword pierced through the fish's spine from an inch behind the gills, with the tip straight Point to Tang Ji's chest!

However, Tang Ji's iron hand had already crossed the place where the blade passed in advance, and the blade rubbed a spark on the metal, and was deflected to one side.

Yongcao Shiro stopped his strength in time, and exerted strength with his hand holding the gills of the fish. He lifted the one-meter-long fish from the table and stretched it forward, so that the head of the fish was on the upper right of Tang Ji!

Then the blade bypassed Tang Ji's prosthetic limb with the cassock chopping technique, and slashed from top left to bottom right!
Tang Ji tilted the prelude, and at the moment he held the blade, he followed Yongcao Shiro's strength all the way down, and finally let his blade hit the table.

Yongcao Shiro deflected the blade at the critical moment, allowing the blade to draw a graceful arc at the fish's tail, breaking through the body.

Then Yongcao Shiro patted the amberjack flat on the table with his left hand. At this time, one side of the amberjack has been completely cleaned, and the dense fish bones can be seen showing a strange beauty under the color of pink blood.

In the next second, with Shiro Yongcao's sword shaking, the fish meat that had been peeled off fell back to its original position.

"The meat of the yellowtail is plump, so it should be cut into thick pieces. It should not be made on ice, otherwise it will be greasy and oily." Shiro Yongcao drew his knife and took a step back: "The skin of the yellowtail is tough and chewy. Slightly burnt with a flame, with a little temperature, can increase the flavor of the meat."

"Next, I will show you the technique of the flame knife." Shiro Yongcao's finger moved slightly, touching the mechanism inside the scabbard, and made a gesture of drawing the knife and slashing.

Hiroyuki Sanada lowered his palm to cover the water drops, completely unaware that the two of them had exchanged hands in the few seconds just now.

Tang Ji smiled, picked up a food plate by himself, picked out a few condiments, and poured them together.

His behavior obviously angered Nagasa Shiro, who is a master chef, once again. This is the diners' dissatisfaction with the original taste of the food, and their dissatisfaction with the chef's knife skills. Entrance.

Yongcao Shiro approached the table with weird steps, his whole body still maintained the posture of drawing his sword and slashing, only the soles of his feet moved back and forth.

Don Gito was unwilling to stand up and move his position. Naturally, Shiro Nagasosu had the upper hand, and he quickly adjusted the distance to a suitable position.

Then, the whole body was stretched to the extreme like a taut longbow, and the next second, it was suddenly released!

Sanada Hiroyuki only saw a crimson trace flash across his retina, and a rapid gunshot accompanied by the sound of metal collisions made his ears ring.

And Yongcao Shiro has returned to his previous posture again, as if the blade had never been unsheathed.

But when the broken blade was shining brightly and the blade was still burning with flames, it poked back and forth on the table in front of Hiroyuki Sanada, and he could even smell a strong aroma of wine.

If it is closer, the one who can taste the aroma of this wine may be the brain of Hiroyuki Sanada.

Hiroyuki Sanada wiped off his cold sweat. He couldn't see the specific process of the battle clearly, but he knew that Tang Ji had the upper hand, because the opponent had already picked up the chopsticks at this time, and clamped the most hairy part of the amberjack's belly. up.

The surface of the fish skin has been burnt and slightly wrinkled, and the edges are raised upwards, revealing the red and white layers of top-quality raw fish underneath.

"The best delicacies are dedicated to the most honored guests." Yongcao Shiro seemed to have not seen the cut-off blade in front of Hiroyuki Sanada, and knelt down two meters in front of Tang Ji very formally, looking at Tang Ji expectantly.

It seems to be waiting for Tang Ji to give the most honest feedback.

Tang Ji dipped lightly in his seasoning dish, this behavior made Shirou Yongcao and Hiroyuki Sanada frown at the same time.

Unlike before, because of the flood of devil salmon, most of the aquatic products can only rely on artificial breeding.

It is difficult to completely simulate the living environment of a large fish with migratory habits like the yellowtail. It can be said that such a yellowtail that can grow to the Pingzheng stage is definitely a rare species that eats one less.

Watching Tang Ji put the piece of fish belly into his mouth, Hiroyuki Sanada couldn't help swallowing. It was the first time in his life that he had seen such top-level ingredients. Danger.

Hearing Hiroyuki Sanada's gulp, Shiro Yongcao took this opportunity to descend the steps, gently placed the samurai sword on the floor on the right hand side, took out the willow blade of the same style as before from his pocket, stepped forward, Gently divide the half-flavored fish into diamond shapes.

"I made a fool of myself just now. I wonder if you are satisfied?" Shiro Yongcao took out a bottle of sake and poured it on the surface of the sashimi, and ignited the alcohol with a match. become more compact.

He separated a part of the fish with a willow blade, placed it in front of Hiroyuki Sanada as a gesture of invitation, then knelt down in front of Tang Ji, and took out a triangular dagger-shaped knife from his arms.

"The fish eyes of the yellowtail have been specially treated, and it has a special flavor. I hope you like it." Shiro Yongcao gently lifted the head of the yellowtail that served as a food plate, and before the other party could make an emergency response, he suddenly slashed hard Penetrated a few millimeters behind the eye socket of the yellowtail.

In the meantime, Yongcao Shiro also used his wrist vigorously, turning the knife around in the eye socket of the yellowtail fish, and he gouged out a complete fish eye the size of a glutinous rice ball.

"This thing needs to get into the stomach as soon as possible!" Shiro Yongcao had just finished speaking, and he had already handed over his hand, and stabbed Tang Ji in the eye with a knife!

Tang Ji watched the fisheye on the tip of the knife reflect his face more and more completely, and he remained motionless until Shiro Yongcao's eyes showed a trace of expectation, then he suddenly stretched out his prosthetic limb and held Shiro Yongcao wrist.

At this time, the tip of his knife was only three centimeters away from Tang Ji's eyes, but Yongcao Shiro's flesh and blood could never stand against Tang Ji's steel body.

Tang Ji held Yongcao Shiro's wrist tightly, looked carefully at the fish eyes on it, and frowned in disgust: "You can eat it yourself."

Yongcao Shiro was pushed somersault by Tang Ji, but he still maintained the demeanor of a so-called master chef, the tip of the knife in his hand kept pointing up, and he did not let the delicacies fall to the ground and be polluted by dust.

He turned around and put the fish eye on Hiroyuki Sanada's plate: "Since the host and guest don't like this thing, let the guest enjoy it."

Hiroyuki Sanada wanted to say loudly that I didn't want to eat such weird things either, but as a neon person, Shiro Nagagusa's demeanor of a culinary master in his bones drove him to try this stuff.

"Next, I will deal with the fish tail for you." Yongcao Shiro's forehead began to sweat. He knew that he was suppressed by Tang Ji in all directions, but he couldn't help it. There were too many secrets in his house, and he couldn't just run away like this road.

Otherwise, if someone finds out who he killed later, Yongcao Shiro will definitely not be able to stay in Nihong, and now he is counting on the people of the Miki Consortium to keep their word.

Calculating the time, they should be arriving soon. Yongcao Shiro looked at the samurai sword thrown on the ground, the willow blade on the table, and the dagger in his hand. holding a pistol, a look of desolation appeared on his face.

For a long time, he has been used to his own excellence and regards other people as worthless. Today he suddenly realized that he was just a frog at the bottom of the well. This shock made Yongcao Shiro physically and mentally exhausted.

Tang Ji just looked at Yongcao Shiro with a blank face. The willow blade he used to slice the sashimi was next to Tang Ji's right hand, less than two meters away from Yongcao Shiro.

And these two meters are like a moat, Yongcao Shiro has not dared to step forward to take the blade, and the drama with Tang Ji just now ended.

Behind the scene is the naked jungle relationship. Tang Ji is delaying time, waiting for Wang Zhengdao to come back with medical staff, and Yongcao Shiro is also delaying time, waiting for the Miki Consortium to rescue him.

Now the people waiting on both sides didn't come, but the drama ended early, and the scene was a little silent.

Yongcao Shiro wanted to get back his knife, continue to act, and continue to delay time, but he didn't dare to bet whether Tang Ji would take this opportunity to attack him.

Tang Ji smiled, and suddenly threw the willow blade back to Yongcao Shiro: "Go on, I'm not full yet."

Yongcao Shiro, as if he had been pardoned, knelt on his knees and maintained a kneeling posture, rubbing his way past, Liu Ren made a knife in his hand, and began to deal with the tail part of the fish.

The tail of a large fish such as yellowtail has strong muscles and low fat content, but because it is all 'live meat', it gives people a sense of pleasure just by looking at the color.

The pink to reddish color looks like the clouds reflected in the sky in the setting sun. Only Shiro Nagakusa, a master chef who has mastered the skill of bone swimming, can cut sashimi with such bright colors.

This is the freshness that the blood has not fully contacted with the air, this is the sadness that life has been reduced to the desire of others before the end.

No matter how Tang Ji looked down on Yongcao Shiro, he had to admit that this culinary master had changed his views on fish ingredients.

Tang Ji, who grew up eating devil salmon, never thought that one day he would feel a certain degree of happiness when he ate fish.

As for Hiroyuki Sanada, he had already eaten up his share, and was looking intently at the yellowtail on the table that had been reduced to a dinner plate.

Tang Ji listened to the sweet sound of the willow blade slicing across the muscles and skin of the yellowtail in the hands of Shirou Yongcao, and smelled the aroma of sake left by the burning sake in the air.

In the next second, a low and rhythmic melody interrupted his lunch time.

It should be some kind of low-flying aircraft. Tang Ji, who doesn't know much about neon military equipment, can't accurately judge the source of the sound, but he knows that the lunch time is over.

Yongcao Shiro obviously also realized something. When the first elite soldier who broke through the wall hadn't stood up, he had rolled over and hid behind the fish tank.

"Kill him!" Yong Cao Shiro shouted loudly: "Kill him!"

Bah!
It was still the prelude who roared first. The soldier wrapped in black artificial muscles and wearing a ninja helmet was shot and shattered by Tang Ji before he could see the environment clearly.

His thighs were broken at the same time, and the owner of the thigh lost the support on one side, and fell to the ground in an instant, but his brain hadn't realized what happened.

Then, the walls were broken one after another, and some of these soldiers disappeared instantly through the shadows in the room as soon as they entered the room.

This is a kind of environmental stealth function, and it is far more silky than the same type of equipment that Tang Ji has seen before. Obviously, the Neon people have been forced to close their doors during this period, and it is not without technological progress.

But unfortunately, Tang Ji has already passed the warning that he needs to rely on hand-eye coordination to complete the shooting. The stealth ability of these soldiers has no effect on him.

It was like shooting ducks. The sudden burst of firepower in the prelude even made the soldiers who didn't come and rushed outside think that there were multiple enemies ambushing in the room.

"Is this the rescuer you called?" Tang Ji calmly hid behind the fish tank, loaded the prelude with bullets, and smiled at Yongcao Shiro through the water and glass: "You should really finish that fish. "

"Is it true that we can't talk anymore?" Yongcao Shiro watched the first batch of soldiers who entered were all brought down, and asked again: "I'm really just a businessman, I can talk about anything!"

"Sorry, I hate this kind of person the most."

　pa: I will correct the typo in a while. To be honest, I have never eaten cheap Japanese food, so some book friends who are familiar with this thing will see the mistake and give me face. Don’t say I’m stupid, haha
　　
　
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