Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 407 404. Words
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The memories came to an abrupt end, and Mikazuki Aikata felt pain in his abdomen again, which instantly woke him up from his drowsiness.

Hong Zhongjin was still being pinned down and beaten by the headless Kamikaze No. 5. There was blood all around him, and the scene was so bizarre that it made people sick.

What's worse is that Kamikaze V's head healed itself and grew back during this period, forming a deformed bald head with a human shape on his neck.

Bonye Otonashi did not urge him any further, but just quietly waited for him to make a decision. "Please sacrifice yourself" was a cruel word, and there was no benefit in saying it too much.

Hong Zhongjin obviously did not expect this mortal wounded man to bring him any help. He just struggled hard relying on his own strength, desperately stabbing Kamikaze No. 5's thighs and waist with his knife, like a wild dog waving its claws in resistance after being bitten by a lion.

"Am I going to die here?" Hong Zhongjin said angrily in his heart, "Being killed by this pustules for such a ridiculous reason?"

"It's ridiculous. Stop disgusting me! I won't accept your defeat. You'll die!"

Two undead monsters were fighting each other in the forest. The trees were trembling in the aftermath of their battle, and the leaves were howling miserably.

Suddenly, the movement of Kamikaze V suddenly stopped.

At some point, Mikazuki Meikata had staggered out of the bunker and fired a submachine gun at the Kamikaze V.

"Da da da da da da da!" Bullets fell on the back of Kamikaze V like raindrops, splashing countless blood.

"Monster! Turn around! Your enemy is here!" Sanriku Meikata pulled the trigger and screamed with all his might: "Come here! Face me!"

Kamikaze No. 5 stopped beating Hong Zhongjin and stood up to attack Sanriku Meifang.

Although the bullets from a submachine gun could not cause fatal damage to the zombie monster, it was always annoying to have mosquitoes biting him from behind.

Mikazuki Aikata sat leaning against a tree, continuing to pull the trigger and fire, watching the Kamikaze V approaching him without any intention of moving or dodging.

This is what Otonashi Kagamiya called "sacrifice". He wants to use his own life to interfere with Kamikaze V and create a glimmer of chance for Crimson Core to win.

In the blink of an eye, Kamikaze V attacked Mikazuki Aikata, slapped the submachine gun out of his hand, and grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Sanrizuki Meifang's face suddenly became hideous with pain, and his hands and feet kicked around uncontrollably in the air.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, let alone utter a word, and even his cervical vertebrae seemed to be broken.

Kamikaze No. 5 clenched his other hand into a fist, as if he was going to blow Mikazuki Meikata's head off.

The next moment, Kamikaze No. 5 saw Mikazuki Aikata spread out his palms and used his last bit of strength to push a grenade with the pin pulled out into his chest.

Kamikaze No. 5 was stunned, let go of Mikazuki Aikata and tried to retreat, but he was still a step too late.

"boom--!"

Fireworks exploded and a grenade exploded between the two men, blowing them away at the same time.

The grenade was so powerful that a big hole was blown in Kamikaze V's chest. The self-healing of his head had already consumed a lot of his energy, and being blown up at such a close distance made it difficult for him to recover for a while.

On the contrary, Hong Zhongjin staggered to his feet. Although he was covered in wounds and his arms and legs were severely deformed, he was able to catch his breath for a moment, picked up the cleaver and flew towards Kamikaze No. 5.

"You fucking bastard, die!"

Hong Zhongjin knew that he only had one chance, so he stabbed it hard into the heart of Kamikaze V.

"Pfft-!"

"Gah." As expected, Kamikaze V's body twitched violently, as if it had been hit in a vital spot.

Hong Zhongjin drew out his knife and used the Black Tiger Heart-Digger move. With another "Puchi!", he stabbed into Kamikaze V's chest with his bare hands and pulled out a blackened heart with brain wrinkles on the surface along with a series of mechanical components. Kamikaze V's struggle became weaker and weaker, like a fish that was about to die of thirst after being pulled ashore.

"Go to hell. Go to hell!" Hong Zhongjin's eyes were as furious as a Shura. He stuffed the entire mutant heart into his mouth and chewed it.

The struggles of Kamikaze V became smaller and smaller, and soon stopped completely.

The storm has passed, and the forest has once again returned to its peaceful and ethereal atmosphere.

Hong Zhongjin knelt on Kamikaze No. 5 until the other party was completely motionless, then he staggered to his feet.

Then, he looked around in panic and yelled, "Mei Fang, where the hell are you?!"

No response.

Soon, Hong Zhongjin's eyes fell on a piece of rotten meat hanging on a tree not far away.

From the bloody pile of rotten flesh, Hong Zhongjin could barely see a human figure with half of its body blown off, and the pile of rotten flesh was still trembling slightly.

Hong Zhongjin hurried over, and the other party was indeed Sanrizuki Meifang.

But considering his current condition, no matter how advanced the medical skills are, I'm afraid he can't be saved.

"Why the hell did you do this without permission? When did I ever need your help? Ugh!" Hong Zhongjin suddenly opened his mouth and vomited out a small piece of flesh and blood.

This small piece of flesh and blood was part of the heart of Kamikaze V, which contained rich soul energy and was an excellent supplement for zombie weapons. Although it had been swallowed by Hong Zhongjin, it was still trembling with vitality.

Hong Zhongjin wanted to stuff the flesh and blood into Sanriku Meifang's mouth, but he was stunned again.

The opponent is not a zombie weapon, what's the point of eating it?

".Ha." There was a faint breathing sound from Sanriku Aikata's throat, his eyes staring at him, and soon there was complete silence.

"Fuck you." Hong Zhongjin punched the tree and cursed angrily, "Fuck you."

Then, he stumbled back to the body of Kamikaze V and couldn't help laughing, laughing so hard that he cried:

"Look at what you've done, 'big hero'. Hahaha! You've killed someone again! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! 'Big hero'! You're so fucking miserable! Big hero! Hahahahahahahahaha!!"

"Uh ah." Suddenly, Kamikaze No. 5's mouth moved and a hoarse sound came from its throat.

"Are you not dead yet?" Hong Zhongjin stopped laughing and looked at Kamikaze No. 5 with a deathly pale face: "No, your soul and wedge are gone, it's just a last gasp."

It's like a fish dies but its nerves do not completely lose their activity, allowing the body to continue bouncing and struggling. This is probably the case with the Kamikaze V now.

Moreover, this last burst of light most likely came from the last consciousness of "Chen Jiuzhou" before his death. After all, this is his body.

"Uh me." A low voice came out of the mouth of Kamikaze No. 5, speaking in the Yanhuang language.

"You can still talk, great hero, haha~" Hong Zhongjin couldn't help laughing and sighed, "Let me guess, what did our great hero Yanhuang want to say before he died?"

"It must be something like 'Please save everyone', right? Haha, a great hero like you will only say such great and glorious last words before you die! Hahaha, people like you just love to pretend, it really makes me sick!"

"Uh..." Chen Jiuzhou's corpse-like face twisted slightly, and he spoke intermittently:
“I’m so hungry. I want to eat rice noodles.”

"No. What are you talking about?" Hong Zhongjin's expression suddenly became stunned and numb, and he froze in place like a sculpture.

(End of this chapter)