My lover is this organization

One is Dick Tudo.

One is Augustus.

"Come on, then?"

"Wait a minute, our purpose is..."

The judge girl obviously wanted to say something, but Qin Wuque stopped her with his eyes.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon, just a few minutes," he said softly.

Qin Wuque turned his gaze back to Ling, who was still saluting, and the two ninjas behind him who were in the same posture and looked like students, and asked, "Is this your apprentice?"

"Yes!" the bald ninja shouted without even looking up.

"Hmm~" Qin Wuque looked them up and down one by one, curling his lips, "It's either wakizashi or claw swords. You Japanese are so fond of Bushido and cold weapons, sir, times have changed~"

"But you also used cold weapons."

"That's because I'm awesome enough, so the times have changed for me."

Qin Wuque let out a long sigh: "Okay, now that the polite words are over, it's time to get down to business. Is it a life-and-death battle, or just a brief one?"

As soon as the words fell, the three ninjas ended their salute and raised their heads. There was no verbal communication, no eye contact, but the meaning expressed in their eyes was exactly the same.

"Please give it your all." Ling said sincerely.

"Well, it's okay. I've always been a fan-favorite. I agree to your request, but you have to show your strength as well."

Qin Wuque stretched his spine, which made a crackling sound. He glanced at the three ninjas and hooked his finger.

"So, let's go together?"

"……superior!"

Then the chilling murderous intent descended from the sky like a rainstorm.

The moment the word "up" burst out from the ninja's mouth, Gin behind him felt that all the hairs on his body stood up, and his nerves subconsciously touched by the violent murderous aura reacted immediately, just like a tiger originally strolling in the mountains and forests, suddenly turned into a ferocious tiger in combat state.

Although John Wick on the side did not react on the surface, if you pay close attention to the hand holding the gun, you will find that it shook slightly for a moment, and the finger on the trigger was tense for a few fractions of a second.

And this is just the aftermath of the non-targeted murderous aura.

Qin Wuque, who was the target of the murderous aura, not only did he not react at all, he even opened his mouth and yawned lazily, and his breath was mixed with the aroma of pearl milk tea.

Facing the three ninjas who suddenly attacked him, he let his left hand holding Augustus hang by his side, and his right hand holding Dick Tudo on his shoulder. His half-open and half-closed eyes faced the unparalleled sharp edge that was attacking him, and the light figures of the ninjas were reflected in his golden pupils.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

In a flash, Qin Wuque took action.

Facing three enemies attacking from different angles at the same time, he just wielded the blade with one hand.

Under the incredible high speed, Dick Tuduo's blade seemed to disappear halfway in the visual effect, leaving only a hazy golden light.

Qin Wuque's slash hit the middle part of the sword in each ninja's hand, which is the "waist" of the sword and the weakest point of the entire sword.

Three brilliant sparks exploded in the air first, and then the sound of metal clashing was heard. Three sounds were made simultaneously, like the roar of a huge bell. Three black figures flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, like three cannonballs, knocking over the sofa, knocking over the coffee table, and then falling heavily to the ground.

Defeat the enemy with one strike!

"It's better not to attack together, let's move away. After all, I'm not a demon. I only have two hands. I don't have three heads and six arms. I can only deal with two people at the same time." Qin Wuque teased.

"Thanks... for the teaching." Ling stuck the knife into the ground to support himself and stood up shakily, his eyes unable to hide the shock.

He had no idea how he and the others had been chopped and sent flying just now. He felt a huge force hitting the blade in his hand, and then he flew backwards as if he had been hit by a powerful kick from a mammoth.

If it weren't for the years of hard training that allowed him to never let go of the blade in his hand under any circumstances, that blow would have been enough to send his blade flying and piercing his lungs.

But it’s not a big problem, because ninja has always been a profession that defeats the strong with the weak and the majority with the few!

Thinking of this, Zero put the wakizashi in his hand back into the scabbard, holding the handle with his right hand and the scabbard with his left hand, and lowered his body.

His two students followed suit and did the same thing.

"Oh~ Sword-drawing technique?" Qin Wuque exhaled, revealing an interested expression, "But I remember that your Japanese sword-drawing technique seems to be used for surprise attacks. We have officially started fighting now, is it still appropriate for you to use this move now?"

"Please consider whether it is suitable or not!" said one of the ninja apprentices.

"Come on then." Qin Wuque said with a grin.

In the second round of attack, murderous intent more than ten times stronger than the previous one broke out in an instant.

The two ninja apprentices were the first to draw their swords.

Visual inspection! Breathe! Cut off the carp's mouth! Pay it forward! Cut it off!

If one can complete a complete set of Iai slashes, these should be two strict sword moves, completely in line with the way of Iai.

But unfortunately, just like before, the two ninja apprentices were stopped by someone with a faster strike while they were swinging their swords, and then flew backwards.

This time, Qin Wuque attacked with both hands. His hands were bleeding and a look of admiration flashed across his face.

He could be considered a pragmatist in a sense, so he never understood why the Japanese sword-drawing technique requires the blood to be vibrated after the sword is swung.

Can't you continue with Phantom Sword Dance?

Although he said so, it did not prevent him from appreciating the beauty of martial arts.

But just as Qin Wuque's face showed a hint of admiration, he suddenly realized a very serious problem.

The bald guy is gone!

At the same time, the sound of a sharp blade tearing through the air came from above.

Qin Wuque looked up in surprise, only to see that the bald ninja who had disappeared had jumped onto the ceiling at some point, with the sharp blade at his waist unsheathed. Due to the speed of the fall, the sword-drawing slash evolved into a super-speed slash at this moment, and the extremely high speed made the blade bend.

There is actually such an operation?!

"You fought well..."

Qin Wuque said in amazement.

Then he twisted the handle of the knife without any hesitation and punched it away.

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Chapter 140: Team Up to Visit New York City

When the dust settled, the ninjas struggled to get up from the ground.

The disciples used their swords to support themselves to get up from the ground, but Ling failed after several attempts. Qin Wuque's punch just now hit him right on the side of the face, making him a little dizzy for a moment. He probably had a slight concussion.

He could only stand up with trembling legs and heavy breathing with the help of his disciples.

"Why didn't you use a knife just now?"

"hiss……"

As soon as he said this, Qin Wuque gasped, the veins on his knife-holding hand suddenly bulged, and the expression on his face collapsed for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself.

It’s okay, it’s okay. This is at least much better than the previous two. He doesn’t act like an old Versailles and keep asking himself why I didn’t kill them.

The leader of Los Santos raised his hunting knife and scratched his chin: "Do you know what it means to show strength? It's when you use a full set of the most advanced mouse, keyboard and monitor when playing StarCraft, but I can still beat you up with only the touchpad on my laptop. This is called showing strength. I have already given you a mouse, do you want me to give you a monitor? Using the heart instead of the eyes can distinguish the prosperity and decline of all things? Are you kidding, I am not from Cangjian Villa..."

"This……"

The Ninja Killer was a little at a loss. He had never played Jian Wang 3 and of course had no idea what Qin Wuque was talking about.

But this did not prevent him from understanding the most important point, which was that their strength was still too weak, not enough for their idols to use all their strength to fight them with all their strength.

"Well~ But it's not strange at all."

Qin Wuque did not have any intention of comforting him, as if he was just stating an objective fact.

"It's possible that they want to kill me with their numbers, but the number of people would have to be so large that it would fill up the entire New York like the tourist attractions during China's National Day Golden Week... That might tire me to death."

"Then are you going to continue?" The ninja looked serious, obviously he had not given up yet.

"……what?"

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, then shook his head quickly.

"Forget it. It's been several minutes. If you keep fighting, you'll delay the judge's off-duty time. Be careful or she'll go berserk and use her power for personal gain and have the High Table Killers come after you."

"Forget it then." The ninja immediately changed his words without hesitation. He was obviously a sensible guy.

Listening to the two guys implying her in unison, the female judge didn't say anything. She just snorted lightly, walked to Qin Wuque in high heels, stretched out her hand and hooked her slender fingers.

"Where is Santino now?"

"Let me see..." Qin Wuque stuck Dick Tuduo on the floor, took out his phone and took a look, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "New York Soul Image Exhibition? What is this place? Have you heard of it? It doesn't look far away on the map, it seems to be next to the art museum. It took him so long to run such a short distance. Is this guy weak because he usually sits in the car too many times?"

"No."

"Have not heard."

The Night Demon and Captain Qin shook their heads at the same time.

Although Zero didn't say anything or move, judging from his big, round eyes full of confusion, he definitely didn't know.

After all, as soon as he got the news that the Yongran pupil magician was coming to New York to hunt down Santino, he immediately put down his sashimi business and hurried here with his two apprentices. Who knows what kind of soul image exhibition will be there.

But the judge girl frowned and said softly, "It's troublesome."

"What's wrong?" Qin Wuque had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

The female judge glanced at him and said, "It's hard to explain with just your mouth, but if I'm not mistaken, Santino should be waiting there for reinforcements to arrive. You'll know when you get there. It's not far from where we are now, right behind the art gallery."

"Oh." Qin Wuque nodded, turned his gaze to Ninja Zero, who seemed to have recovered a lot after being freed from the support of his disciples, and asked.

"What do you mean, do you want to go together?"

"Together?"

The ninja's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes." Qin Wuque pulled the knife out of the floor and raised it on his shoulder. "Didn't you say you wanted to see my full strength? Now there are enough wooden stakes outside the art gallery in the whole city of New York for me to show my strength. And I also said that I am a fan of fans, so I will give you this opportunity now. Do you want to join us?"

"……Walk!"

After all this nonsense, the previously tense atmosphere was somewhat eased, and the temporary joining of Ninja Zero made the New York dungeon pioneering team stronger, just like a horror game changed from a two-player online game to a sightseeing group of four or five people, and the atmosphere of a spring outing was suddenly created.

However, just as Qin Wuque was leading the huge army out of the lounge, the roar of gunfire and the whistling sound of sharp objects breaking through the air came from the side without warning, and a 5.56 caliber bullet flew past him less than ten centimeters away.

With a flash of the knife, the bullet was chopped to the ground and broken into two pieces with a smooth cross section.

"Ok?"

Qin Wuque glanced at the bullet on the ground that was cut into two pieces by his subconscious swing of the knife.

He turned his head and followed the trajectory of the bullet, only to see that the art gallery, which should have been empty, was suddenly filled with a large number of killers in suits, all of them armed with live ammunition and with the badge of the Italian criminal group Camorra on their chests. It was obvious that these people were reinforcements temporarily called in by Santino.

"Can this kid actually call anyone?" Qin Wuque smacked his lips.

As far as he knew, the Camorra, a criminal group originated in Naples, was different from the ordinary Mafia. The Camorra was composed of several large families, and the Antonio family was just one of them. Although there was a nominal Supreme Committee in the Camorra, each family still acted independently, and often fought each other due to conflicts of interest.

But now the position of the leader of Antonio's family has fallen into Gianna's hands, and I don't know how Santino, who is so smart, can still call for help.

It's mysterious.

Almost at the moment of the gunshot, John Wick rushed out of the room from Qin Wuque with an extremely standard tactical roll. The moment he stood up, he adjusted his position and found a marble booth against the wall to hide, while firing frequently with the automatic rifle in his hand.

At the bottom of the distant stairs, the men in black fell to the ground one after another, and red and white objects splattered all over the ground.

He used the standard Mozambique shooting method, which theoretically is two shots to the torso and one shot to the head, but it also depends on the situation. If the enemy still does not show significant stiffness after being hit twice in a row in the torso, you can add a third or even a fourth shot to ensure that there is a sufficient success rate when killing the person with a headshot.

This shooting method will consume more bullets to a certain extent, but only to a certain extent. After all, the real world is not an FPS game. There is no sudden stop to steady the gun, and bullets will not be shot out from the scope. If you are not a sharpshooter who can hit the head with every shot even in actual combat, the Mozambique shooting method is relatively economical.

In comparison, Captain Qin's tactics seemed much simpler and more brutal. If the benefit Qin Wuque gained in Rome was a pair of swords, then the benefit she gained was a pair of guns, a pair of M1911s with gold-plated patterns.

The silver-haired beauty was seen wearing black boots and leisurely walking down the stairs. She kept changing her shooting angles and shot anyone who showed up to death with one shot. The draft blew her black windbreaker upside down and the two guns in her hands spewed flames continuously. She looked as majestic as the queen of arms.

The ninjas were not to be outdone. It was clearly still daytime and the entire art gallery was brightly lit, but when they hid in the darkness in the corners of the walls, although they could still be vaguely seen visually, it felt as if there was no one there at all, only a mass of meaningless air.

The black shadows moved silently along the wall. The Camorra killers who were in the fierce battle seemed to be blinded suddenly. All they could see were the Night Demons and the silver-haired Queen of Arms who were shooting passionately at them. They were unaware that the black shadows had circled behind them and were waving their butcher knives.

It is similar to John Wick's Mozambique shooting method. Three scarlet sword lights fell one after another. The ninja disciples chopped the enemy's thigh with one sword and cut the enemy's torso with another sword, making the target's center of gravity unstable and lose balance. Finally, Zero swung the sword to cut off the neck.

They turned themselves into bullets and killed the enemies with extremely high efficiency.

Shit, isn't this more entertaining than my own Alpha raids at every turn?