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Chapter 632 The Bullshit Chivalry

"A flight to Hanguo Zhenjiang Airport? Was picked up by a mysterious vehicle and couldn't be tracked? What about the people from the Hanguo side of the group? Why did you lose track, Baga!" Murakami Ryuichi heard the news from his assistant, his face full of excitement. There was a strong anger.

"My lord, the cold country is not our place after all, and all activities are restricted. This information was obtained through monitoring by bribed airport officials."

Seeing his anger, the assistant quickly bowed deeply: "There is a US military base in Zhenhai District. They probably want to pass the US military to avoid the investigation of the Self-Defense Forces. With his relationship with Dr. Smith, the US military is likely to agree."

What he said was reasonable, the anger on Murakami's face eased slightly, and he nodded in agreement.

The assistant was very happy when he saw this, and hurriedly explained his plan while the iron was hot: "My lord, why don't you communicate with the US military and let the Self-Defense Forces strictly inspect the US military ships. Take him at sea. Let him go to heaven without a way out." There is no way out."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Murakami earnestly, with a flattering look of asking for credit.Murakami smiled at him and walked towards him.

Seeing the smile on his face, the assistant was overjoyed. If his strategy succeeds, the boss will definitely use him more and his future is limitless.

"Crack... Baga!"

An unusually crisp slap and Murakami's curse resounded throughout the room.

The assistant screamed and was sent flying, several big white teeth blurted out with blood.

However, Murakami didn't let it go, he rushed to the wall quickly, took out the bushido hanging on the wall for decoration, rushed to the assistant in two steps, and swung the samurai sword directly to kill him.

The dead skull rolled to the ground, and blood sprayed Murakami's head and face.

Hot blood sprayed on his face, Murakami stuck out his tongue and licked the hot blood from the corner of his mouth, his pupils instantly turned into amber cold animal pupils, staring at the corpse on the ground greedily, wishing he could pounce on it and eat it.

After a while, he panted heavily and got rid of the temptation of flesh and blood, his pupils returned to their normal appearance, then looked at the tempting corpse on the ground with lingering fear, and said with a sneer: "Idiot, if you do this, Lin Dong needs a lot of them to get points!"

"Come on."

Then he stabbed the samurai knife on the corpse, wiped the blood from his face, walked back to his seat, knelt down, and pressed the device next to him.

Soon there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, and another assistant hurried in with his head bowed.

As soon as he entered the door, he was scared pale by the bloody scene in the room, and then his attitude became more respectful, and his eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him, for fear that if he missed his eyes, he would be the next to die.

"In the future, you will be promoted to the first assistant." Murakami didn't even look at him, and wiped the blood on his face with a tissue.

"Thanks...thank you sir!"

The new first assistant isn't exactly happy.

After all, the lessons learned from the past are here, and there is no such thing as security in this position.It's just that he didn't dare to show any unwillingness, so he pretended to be happy and said.

"Well, go and mobilize all the two troops around my residence. In addition, give up all the guards on the periphery."

"Yes!"

The assistant quickly responded, and was about to exit to carry out the order.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Murakami frowned and called to stop him.

"Hi!" He trembled in shock, turning his head back with difficulty and continuing to stare at the ground.

"Idiot, there is a loophole in my plan, why didn't you remind me?"

Hearing this, the guy was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and he said in a panic, "My lord's plan is flawless, how can I dare to make rash decisions if my subordinates have low intelligence?"

"Idiot! You don't need to deliberately change the security procedures. At the same time, anyone who is caught can tell me where I live. In addition, anyone who dares to disclose any information here will be killed without mercy. By the way, take the body out and throw it in the third place." Go inside."

"Yes!"

Hearing No. [-], the assistant's face became even paler, and he picked up the corpse on the ground and fled the room in a panic.

Watching the assistant leave, Murakami looked very ugly, obviously not satisfied with the assistant.

Then he went into the back room, washed up, put on a clean set of clothes, and left the room.

Murakami's mansion is a typical forest and spring-style garden in the island country, with mountains and stones, ponds dug to lead streams, corridors and flower pavilions, it seems like a small natural world.

The beauty of nature and the beauty of man-made are subtly combined, and it is indeed a pleasure to live in such an environment.

Murakami walked on the stone road surrounded by green trees for a while, and came to a quiet courtyard.

When he came to the gate of the courtyard, a strong smile appeared on Murakami's face, even if Lin Dong could kill one of his ninja troops, so what?As long as there is this person in the courtyard, he can only go and never return when he comes to the island country.

"Master Donggong, Long Yi asks to see you!"

Obviously, he was very respectful to the people living in the courtyard, and he stopped outside the door and bowed deeply to announce.

Soon, the wooden door in the courtyard opened with a creak, and a beautiful woman in scantily clad came out, bowed to him with a smile, "My lord, are you here? Master Donggong is here."

Murakami nodded slightly at this woman. Although this woman was a gift from him to the East Palace, since she was from the East Palace, he dared not lose his courtesy.No matter how rich he is, but not strong enough, he still has to maintain enough respect for the strong.

"Murakami, are you here? What's the matter?"

In the courtyard, an old man in a black kimono was kneeling in the courtyard with his eyes slightly closed. He didn't open his eyes when Murakami came in.

This old man has white hair and a childlike face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, just like an outsider.

Of course, the premise is that his hands didn't fumble around the two prostitutes beside him.

Murakami was used to all this, bowed and smiled and said, "I'm here to thank Master Donggong, if it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I would have died at the hands of that traitor in Hirakawa."

Hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on the face of the old man Donggong, and he slapped hard on the plump buttocks beside him, then slowly got up and greeted the stone bench in the yard.

Soon the woman who was chased away just now brought tea, and the two exchanged pleasantries for a while. Dong Gong suddenly made a move with a smile, pointing the sword at Murakami's heart: "You recovered quite quickly, it seems that your research has returned. There are new results, when will you take me to see them?"

Murakami's pupils narrowed. He sensed Donggong's movement, but his body couldn't keep up with the reaction speed, and was immediately hit by Donggong's sword on the left chest.

Fortunately, Donggong didn't use much force, it just made him feel a little tingling in his chest.

He was inexplicably horrified, knowing that this old ghost was trying to teach him a lesson.

If there are people he can't afford to mess with in the island country, I'm afraid there are only a few hundred-year-old monsters.At the same time, he was extremely disgusted with the greed of this old thing.

This time he invited this money-grubbing and lustful old ghost to come, and his cost has already exceeded tens of millions of dollars.

At this moment, this old ghost actually paid attention to his research results.

But he still had to rely on this old ghost, and soon put on a humble smile on his face: "It's just some medicines to speed up self-healing. Master Donggong is interested. I'll bring you some when I leave."

"Okay, Murakami, you are indeed a good boy. Tell me, is the enemy coming?"

"The master is very discerning, and Murakami admires it."

"According to the agreement, I will not make a move unless it is absolutely necessary, otherwise, you know the price."

"It's natural!"

"Okay, it's okay, you can go on your own!"

After finishing the business, Donggong began to chase people away, as if he was the master here.

"Master Donggong, Long Yi has one more request."

Dong Gong frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Say!"

"Master, which disciple of yours, what are you going to do with it?"

When he suddenly mentioned this, Donggong asked with a cold look in his eyes, "Say it straight."

Immediately, Murakami was so frightened by his cold eyes that his hair stood on end, he hurriedly said: "If the master wants to deal with him, you might as well leave it to me. I can make him be used by the empire again."

Donggong knew exactly what Murakami was doing, he chuckled and said, "[-] million, US dollars."

Hearing the price, Murakami hesitated for a while, and Donggong was not in a hurry, and waited for him to make a decision with a calm smile on his face.

"Up to 5000 million." Murakami gritted his teeth fiercely, Donggong Mantian asked him to pay back the money on the spot.

The two argued for a while as if buying and selling goods, and Murakami obtained the ownership of Hirakawa Sousuke at a price of 6000 million US dollars.

When he left the yard, Murakami's face was filled with pain.

Calculated, in just a few days, nearly [-] million US dollars was spent on this old man.

……

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At nightfall, silver-white figures quietly appeared on a mountain ridge facing Murakami's mansion.

They are the joint team of Lin Dong and Mordred.Lin Dong and Mordred walked to the edge of the mountain ridge hand in hand, and the whole picture of the Murakami mansion could be seen in full view.

Lin Dong also had to praise Ryuichi Murakami for enjoying it, but this guy's house is far away from the eastern metropolitan area, which is pretty good news.

But the cordon around the courtyard is a bit tricky.There is a long distance between the warning belt and the courtyard itself, and it is heavily guarded.

If he was noticed while passing the warning tape, Ryuichi Murakami would have enough time to react.

The most important thing is that the muscles and clubs of the Templar Knights are all wearing bright silver knight armor, which is not suitable for sneak attacks at all.

He raised this question with Mordred and Gris, but they gave him a speechless answer.Sneak attack is not chivalrous.

If Nima doesn't sneak attack, why choose to attack at night?How can there be the profession of Mordred Assassin without sneak attack?I'm afraid these bastards have grown muscles into their brains?However, he also had to affirm the strength of the Knights Templar.

This time they sent a total of seven earth-level fighters, that is, innate-level powerhouses, and more than [-] ordinary-level fighters, all of whom are at least close to or surpassing the strength of a well-refined warrior.

According to common sense calculations, if this is only a quarter of the strength of the Knights Templar, the strength of the Knights Templar is quite amazing.

"Your Excellency, there are no ambushes around. The terrain is very flat and suitable for charging." A knight came back to report the investigation results to Mordred. Hearing his tone, he was really planning to charge in a group!
Lin Dong wanted to give these guys a few ruthless blows to the head. This is definitely a brain bag. Do you really think it is a medieval battle?
Charge, as long as there are some heavy weapons on the opposite side, it is enough for them to drink a pot.

Of course, the knights in modern society, they have also advanced with the times, and the horse has been replaced by a cool silver nuclear-powered all-terrain vehicle.

The horsepower is as strong as a top sports car, and the intelligent driving device can free the hands of the knights for offense, and more importantly, the energy is unlimited.

When necessary, this thing is still a lightweight nuclear bomb, and its ratio is unlimited.

He really wanted to get one back, it was much cooler than a sports car on the street.

But after thinking about it, I gave up this idea. The country would allow such a dangerous mobile bomb, and it would be a ghost to drive it on the road.

"Lin, do you have any comments?"

Because of the existence of Elder Xuan, Mordred paid enough attention to Lin Dong, so he naturally wanted to ask his opinion.

(End of this chapter)