Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

After finishing the wontons in his bowl, Igawa Jiro let out a loud burp, the highest praise for the owner's cooking. A warm current rose from his stomach, instantly spreading throughout his body, giving Igawa Jiro a sense of strength.

Perhaps because he was full, Igawa Jiro also felt a little sleepy.

Jiro Igawa shook his head, banishing the annoying drowsiness, and then surveyed his surroundings.

Completely calm and without any abnormalities, Igawa Jiro bowed slightly to the busy shop owner before walking towards the movie theater.

Entering through the small door with the sign for the movie theater, you find a small room of about three to five square meters. Further inside the room, there is another small door with a black curtain, and you can vaguely hear the sounds of a movie playing from behind it.

A boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old sat by the small doorway. He seemed to be dozing off, his head nodding.

Looking at the boy's appearance, Igawa Jiro's drowsiness grew even stronger.

Jiro Igawa shook his head again, took out a large bill left behind by the H-country assassin, and nudged the boy's shoulder.

The boy impatiently opened his eyes, sleepily took the money, then pulled out a large wad of loose bills from his pocket, gave a few to Igawa Jiro as change, pointed to the small door, and then lowered his head to continue dozing off.

The boy's rudeness did not offend Igawa Jiro; on the contrary, it gave him a greater sense of security.

Jiro Igawa lifted the black curtain, opened the small door behind it, and successfully entered the video arcade.

The movie playing in the video arcade left Jiro Igawa speechless; it was actually a work by Shiratori-sensei.

"Chinese people, how strange! It's so odd that we'd all be watching Shiratori-sensei's work together in this kind of setting. Don't we feel embarrassed?..."

Jiro Igawa surveyed the screening room and found no one else besides himself and his young colleague from H country.

That's normal. After all, it's still early and everyone is working. More people will probably come to watch when it's time to get off work.

The air in the screening room was very stuffy, which made Jiro Igawa feel slightly dizzy.

Jiro Igawa tiptoed toward his H-country colleague and found a seat a row behind him.

Don't get too close, or you'll offend them.

The young H-country colleague also sensed that Igawa Jiro had sat down behind him. He didn't turn around, but just slightly moved his shoulder to indicate that he knew.

"He's really professional, a reliable partner!" Igawa Jiro thought to himself, as he habitually took another look at the details in the screening room.

The screening room was dimly lit; the only light source was the small television set, and there seemed to be a door on one side of the television.

Just as Igawa Jiro was thinking about how to greet the other party, the young H-country colleague suddenly stood up slowly. Igawa Jiro frowned and subconsciously increased his vigilance.

The young H-country assassin didn't turn around. He took his hand out of his pocket and subtly pointed to his seat. Igawa Jiro lowered his gaze and saw that there seemed to be a small note on the chair he had just been sitting in.

"Wow, that's professional!" Igawa Jiro couldn't help but exclaim again.

In the blink of an eye, the young H-country colleague had left his original position and walked towards the small door next to the television. His steps quickened, and he soon disappeared outside the door.

Jiro Igawa looked around again. The screening room was dark and quiet, except for the increasingly loud cries of Shiratori-sensei on the television.

Jiro Igawa decided to retrieve the note left by his young H-country colleague, but as he stood up, he suddenly felt an almost irresistible, intense dizziness!

"What's wrong with me?!" Jiro Igawa was shocked. He finally realized that something was wrong with him: "Have I fallen for the tricks of the Chinese? When did I fall for it?!"

Could it be... that bowl of delicious dumplings?! How could that be?!

A chill ran through Jiro Igawa, an uncontrollable shiver emanating from the depths of his heart. China...it's terrifying! Are all the people of China gangsters?!

Jiro Igawa struggled to escape, but it was too late. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his dizziness intensified. Jiro Igawa lost control and fell to the ground, knocking over a large number of chairs with a loud crash.

Outside the video arcade, Er Mao grinned as he listened to the commotion inside. He was about to peer through the peephole when Xie Dan roughly pushed him away.

Before Er Mao could even react, there was a muffled "plop" sound, and a sharp thorn pierced out of the small hole. The thin thorn still gleamed coldly in the dim light!

"Fuck your grandpa! You son of a bitch Japanese!...Thanks, Brother Xie! Thanks!" Er Mao said, patting his chest with lingering fear. He never imagined that this Japanese assassin, after taking so many drugs, would still be conscious and able to resist. That was damn impressive!

The noise coming from inside the door came from Igawa Jiro; that guy was still moving!

Wang Bulai and Ali, who were standing to the side, also felt their hair stand on end, and they exchanged a shocked look.

Xie Dan threw away her cigarette butt: "Er Mao, how many times have I told you to be careful? These people are extremely dangerous. Do you think this is a joke? Hurry up and go get some sleeping incense from Uncle Jiu. I don't think this little bit will be enough to knock him out."

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

Er Mao ran off in a flash, and about ten minutes later, he came back with a large handful of sleeping potion.

Without saying a word, everyone lit all the sleeping incense with a lighter, covered their noses, and held them near a small exhaust fan on the roof.

The exhaust fan kept spinning, blowing the strong scent of incense into the screening room.

After all the incense had burned out, Xie Dan had everyone wait outside the door for about ten minutes. Only after listening carefully and confirming that there was no more movement inside did he allow everyone to open the door to the screening room with their equipment.

The screening room was filled with smoke, and Jiro Igawa lay motionless on the ground not far from the small door.

Xie Dan cautiously approached, holding her breath. After confirming that Igawa Jiro had been drugged, Xie Dan grabbed his hand, swiftly severing the tendons in both of his hands with her knife, before retreating.

Xie Dan ran outside and panted for a while, shaking her head repeatedly. She had burned a little too much of the sleeping incense; the drug was too strong, and she had accidentally inhaled just a tiny bit, leaving her feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

"Ali, you and the brothers take care of this place. Be careful, and it would be best to cut that guy's Achilles tendon as well, just to avoid any accidents."

Er Mao, give Huo Ge a call and tell him this is all taken care of.

"Ah Lai, let's go, next one."

"good!"

Everyone immediately got busy. Xie Dan and Wang Bulai walked towards the outside of the urban village. Just as they reached the intersection, they bumped into Tang Xiaobo, who was leading two plainclothes officers.

"Ah Lai and Ah Xie, what are you two up to again? I have a feeling something's not right outside!" Tang Xiaobo pulled the two aside and asked in a low voice with a frown.

"Team Leader Tang, don't ask anymore. Something did happen, but we'll handle it," Wang Bulai whispered.

"How can I not ask? What do you take me for?! What happened? Explain yourself!" Tang Xiaobo glared at him.

"Team Leader Tang, come here for a moment."

Xie Dan pursed her lips, pulled Tang Xiaobo a little further away, and Tang Xiaobo suspiciously observed the surroundings, took out a cigarette case, tapped it, lit one for himself, and handed one to Xie Dan.

"What exactly happened?"

"It's nothing major. A few foreign assassins have arrived, and they might be planning something here. The boss told us to keep an eye on them and take them out if possible."

What the hell!

Tang Xiaobo nearly dropped the cigarette he was holding: "It's that serious? Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

"I think if the boss thinks it would be better for you to handle this, I believe he would come to you; there must be a reason why he's asking us to do this now."

Captain Tang, what do you think?

Tang Xiaobo's expression changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I understand. My informant just sent me a message that they also found several suspicious Japanese people in Shanghe Village."

The exact address is here; please take a look.

Tang Xiaobo quickly slipped a small piece of paper into the cigarette pack and handed it to Xie Dan. Xie Dan nodded, took the pack, put it in her pocket, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I'm leaving!" Xie Dan turned and left.

"You two kids, watch yourselves!" Tang Xiaobo shouted sternly.

"We will, and you better watch out!"

Xie Dan stopped, turned to Tang Xiaobo, raised her chin, and said something. After speaking, she patted Wang Bulai on the shoulder, and the two left together.

"Xie Dan, what does 'Axiba' mean?"

"Hello means that you can greet people from Country H like this in the future."

"Oh, how do you know H language?"

"How would I know? I only know this one line, which Brother Tian taught me."

"Oh……"

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Xingfuyuan Residential Community, Nancheng City, Haixi Province

The first thing An Xiaohai did after waking up was to turn on his computer and log into the Sky Forum.

After browsing the forum for a while, An Xiaohai frowned. He was sure that Pan Zhuangzhuang had received the message he sent, and Pan Zhuangzhuang had even given him a thumbs up, but so far there had been no other feedback.

"What are those two doing? Have they run into some trouble?... Probably not. Knowing Tianyou's personality, they should already be on their way back, and probably very quickly..."

That should be it!

An Xiaohai looked up at the window; the sun was shining brightly today.

"It seems the plan can be expedited..."