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"Injustice exists, and it will never change. These souls are suppressed and their emotions are suppressed. They only need a proper lead, and they can burst out their wild souls! What human beings always desire is self-destruction, and so do I! My Existence is the best proof!"

At the bottom of the city, a door is about to be opened, and countless dazzling crystals appear from behind the door, gathering countless resentful souls and wills, only one moment of explosion is missing.

The civilization of this city will be overturned, the pyramids will collapse, and this will be the will of most people. To obliterate the few people above them, to be possessed by impulse and madness, to destroy the vision of everything!

"This time, it's still for everyone's wishes!" He pulled out his saber and laughed like a madman

"Not for peace! Just for justice! Truth! Freedom!"

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Nebula M78

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Chapter 76. The Burning City of Ultimate Bliss

Tonight, the night on the streets of Tokyo is getting darker.

As the continuous days of torrential rain washed over the ground, thick fog enveloped the entire city, making everything as misty as a fairyland.

Just in such a misty world, the men drank the wine of Yishui and stepped out of their march without hesitation!

Yuan Zhisheng led the elite of the Saki Eight Families, and the soldiers of the Executive Bureau went to the Gokurakukan in Osaka, where the demons gather.

Inuyama Ka, Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichiro are ready to welcome Angers' visit.

And Fuma Kotaro, together with Sakurai Nanami, led the ninjas of the Saki Hachi Family to the bottom of the Arasaka Building without a trace.

They perform the simplest and possibly the most dangerous tasks.

Assassinate Saburo Arasaka, the head of security in Arasaka, and Mu Feng, the master of world technology who is hiding here.

The Sheqi Bajia have fought against this terrifying capital tycoon many times, and they know that the other party is definitely not an idle person, so they have already expected the degree of danger of this mission.

So in this attack, they got Tachibana Masamune's greatest resource tilt.

The first is Huiyueji's technical support. After he was convinced that he would completely turn against Mu Feng, Tachibana Masamune directly canceled the network offensive and defensive battle between Huiyueji and Norma, and instead carried out a comprehensive information suppression of Arasaka Building.

At the same time, all the members of the existing trauma response team with Tokyo have been dispatched. Even if the attack here is exposed, it will take at least ten minutes for them to return to help.

They must reach the top floor of the Arasaka Building within ten minutes to solve their mission objectives!

Therefore, it is most appropriate for such a task to be carried out by the Feng Mo family.

Just like the name, all the hybrids of the Fuma family are "ninjas" who are in charge of secret work among the eight families of Saki, in other words, they are the best assassins. For this mission, Fuma Kotaro even called in all the family Mastered the descendants of Ling Ling? Mingzhao.

This kind of stealth-type speech spirit can ensure that their figures will not be detected by most technological means, but this is by no means absolutely safe.

Therefore, the support of the Sakurai family is needed next.

"The Sakurai family will use 'snakes' to ensure the safety of everyone's course of action."

Changing out of her skirt, Nanami Sakurai, who put on a hot leather jacket that accentuated her figure, said softly to Fuma Kotaro

"When necessary, we will hold back the people who may support the top for everyone, but please ask Patriarch Feng Mo to complete the task as soon as possible."

"Hmph, I see."

Fuma Kotaro snorted softly, raised his right hand, and several Fuma family hybrids immediately released the word spirit of 'Ming Zhao', and the thick and diffuse darkness covered a group of ninjas like ink, and they would invade this place from the outside. In the Arasaka building.

"Action, start!"

The transparent lights of the Arasaka Building were extinguished in an instant.

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The fire burned the vermilion pavilion, and Sakurai Kogure was dressing upstairs.

She put on the treasured "Twelve Singles". This is the most solemn kimono, consisting of twelve different silk garments, changing colors from the inside out, like layers of clouds.

Tonight will be the last night, and tonight will also be the last night to bloom the brilliance of this domanju sahua.

The attack started fifteen minutes ago. The Sheqi Bajia mobilized twelve oil tankers, and dozens of tons of fuel poured down the hillside. Smoke, the wind blows those men's long trench coats.

Everyone knows that as long as the man smoking on the top of the mountain throws down the cigarette butt, the Bliss Palace will be engulfed in raging flames. But the man on the top of the mountain was just smoking a cigarette, silently watching the few guests of the Bliss Pavilion fleeing in a hurry to leave this blissful cave.

More elite mixed races from the executive bureau have blocked all the exits of this mountain. If they want to escape, I am afraid that there is really no way to go to the sky and no way to go down to the ground.

None of these scumbags who visit the Bliss Hall can escape alive.

But Sakurai Kogure didn't care, just like she didn't care about the 'defeat' of the demons.

Three days ago, the eighteen gangs in Osaka that they controlled had all defected or been destroyed. The gates of Genji Heavy Industries were opened, black vans drove out one by one, and the high-level cadres of the Saki Bajia were dispatched.

The order established by the ghosts collapsed like a castle piled up with sand. These used to be the soil on which the ghosts lived, but now, it doesn't matter.

For Sakurai Kogure, who has come into contact with a higher level and seen a more beautiful and great world, the glory and wealth that human beings crave are nothing but passing clouds.

Not to mention that the elite troops of the ghosts left the Bliss Pavilion three days ago, accepting the orders of their great king to carry out even greater goals.

Sakurai Kogure now wants to talk to Minamoto.

Yuan Zhisheng sat on the top of the mountain, looking down at the burning Zhulou, and suddenly remembered watching from the helicopter that night, the huge Xumizuo slowly sank into the sea, and the white waves merged. At that moment, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly felt that there was a huge sorrow rushing between the sky and the earth, Xu Mizuo was like a dying giant whale, wailing silently to the sky.

"After completing the raid on the Bliss Hall, the power of the ghosts was uprooted, and all the gangs took refuge in their own clan. The bliss hall is the biggest source of cash for the ghosts. After burning the bliss hall, their remaining forces can no longer struggle .”

Sakura stood behind Yuan Zhisheng, wearing a black suit, a long black trench coat, and a pure white tie.

Tonight, the cadres of the executive bureau all wore white ties to show their condolences to the dead. But mourning belongs to mourning, and they will not be soft.

The resurrection of the Bliss Hall is a huge challenge to the entire Sheqi Bajia. Their behavior of voluntarily burning down this desire pavilion was considered to be their softness, but now it seems that they are just spying on a more powerful force. .

"Tired and tired, the hairpin is a proof, the emperor gave it to him in the past; don't forget the style, talk to him, and meet Long for a moment; return the love of the hairpin to Linqiong, three thousand weak waters, clouds and red; the shadow of the moon has long since melted, There are many ways to go; if the way back is lost, looking back is nothing."

Yuan Zhisheng read the lyrics slowly

"This is "Concubine Yang" sung by Bandong Yusaburo. I have heard him live. You stay here, and I will go down and talk to Ryoma."

"Hey, hey, boss, that building might collapse at some point!" Crow's face turned green, "If something happens to you, Yasha and I won't be able to perform seppuku?"

"A person singing this kind of song in a building that is about to collapse should be thinking about someone in his heart. Maybe I can find out something."

"And a person who sings so well is worth meeting."

Yuan Zhisheng wrapped his hands in a handkerchief and pushed open the hot copper door. There are flames everywhere, the gauze curtains are burning, the carved wooden ladies are burning, and the playing cards all over the floor are burning and curling.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the elegant and luxurious girl walked down the steps slowly, her eyes sparkling with the firelight. She was wearing elegant and expensive twelve singles, but she was wearing white high-heeled shoes, which made her look taller and more beautiful.

When she saw Yuan Zhisheng, her eyes were blurred for a moment, and she smiled absently: "You are back..."

Yuan Zhisheng was taken aback for a moment, and Sakurai Kogure also realized that her smile became sweet and commercial: "Welcome."

She smiles so beautifully, if you meet in another place, you will be in a good mood for the whole day. Yuan Zhisheng subconsciously smiled and stopped.

"Ryoma?" Yuan Zhisheng asked, he was still a little uncertain, Sakurai Kogure, who was full of makeup, looked younger than the girl in the photo, I don't know how such a young girl climbed to a high position among the demons.

"Yes, I'm Sakurai Kogure."

"Boss Wang and Dragon King are not here, so you are the only one left to guard here?"

"Because it doesn't matter anymore here." Sakurai Kogure said with a light smile

"You must think that after we annihilated our power in Osaka, there will be nothing left for the ghosts? There are no kings or dragon kings here. There is only one ghost left here, and that is me."

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a moment, the lingering feeling of gloom has never disappeared since he stepped here, especially when he saw Sakurai Kogure's smile, he even had a strong premonition of uneasiness.

"Master, I was diagnosed with an unstable bloodline when I was five years old, and I lived in a mental hospital until I was thirteen."

Sakurai Kogure leaned on the burning beam and said with a light smile

"I am talking too much. You are Amaterasu who lives under the sun. How can you know how cold the night is? You buried your dearest relative with your own hands. There is only soft moonlight around you, but you have forgotten the coldness of the night."

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he frowned.

"What do you... know?"

"We know a lot." Sakurai Kogure took out a small emerald green cup and a wooden box from his big sleeve, opened the box slowly, and said casually

"I'm not going to laugh at the elders, you are also a person who has been burdened with darkness and beheaded your relatives with your own hands... But ghosts don't die so easily, not to mention that even under the sun like Amaterasu ordered you, there are strong Incredibly dark, isn't it?"

Yuan Zhisheng's expression stagnated for a moment, and at this moment, Sakurai Kogure took out the dark red water in the box and drank it up!

"Regard everyone!"

The boy Qie Angang unsheathed, and shot towards Sakurai Kogure like lightning. The burning Zhu rafters fell one after another, and he swung his knife to protect himself. Through the flurry of sparks, he saw Sakurai Kogure's skin that suddenly turned ice blue, the pair of reddened eyes, and a dancing ice butterfly.

The violent ice storm flew Yuan Zhisheng out like a bursting flame. Yuan Zhisheng, who landed and adjusted his posture immediately, looked at the frost that had condensed on the blade and windbreaker, and looked deeply at the completely changed appearance. Sakurai Kogure.

From the pair of gorgeous twelve-piece kimonos to her charming face, the three thousand blue silks scattered behind her head turned into a posture like condensed frost, and the gorgeous snowflakes embroidered on her body, condensed out of thin air in her palm. It is a condensed ice knife.

"Is it Snow Maiden... It's not too bad."

Looking at her new posture, Sakurai Kogure said in a soft voice, either rejoicing or joyful. She thought that she might become a ghost girl, or even a shouwu, because of her resentment, but she didn't expect to become a snow girl.

One is also a gorgeous and beautiful one among the monsters in the neon legend.

Even though there is not much hope, Sakurai Kogure also wants to see that person again with a more perfect posture as much as possible.

"...What the hell are you guys?"

Yuan Zhisheng tightly grasped the hilt of Tongzi Qie Angang's knife, and it was precisely because of the closeness that he could clearly perceive that this was definitely not the power of the dragon clan.

"What a fire, like a night at Honnoji Temple."

Sakurai Kogure lifted the S knife lightly, holding up a spark with misty eyes, as if her soul traveled through time and space and was attached to something in the long past.

call~~~

The cold breath spit out from her pursed cherry lips, and the drifting cold air instantly diffused towards the entire burning Bliss Hall, 'freezing' the flames in this space in an extremely cold manner.

"Come on, Amaterasu. Let's see if your glorious sun can melt this ice."

Sakurai Kogure smiled charmingly, lightly dancing the sword in her hand, like a shrine maiden offering an ancient dance to a shrine.

"Beat me, and I will tell you everything, including... the person you think of."

The next moment, several sharp ice thorns suddenly appeared in the back of her head, piercing in the direction of Yuan Zhisheng like arrows from the string.

Yuan Zhisheng calmly pulled out the double knives at his waist, the spider cut and the boy cut An Gang, and the two ancient treasured swords seemed to burst forth unprecedented sharpness in this sealed ice tomb. sharp!

The several ice thorns that struck were easily chopped into pieces by Yuan Zhisheng's pair of knives, and then he quickly left the spot without hesitation, because the ground that was constantly freezing and forming sharp little ice thorns lay on his face The soles of the feet spread.

Sakurai Kogure didn't stop, and chased after him relentlessly, the sword wind from the S knife in his hand was not so much martial arts, it was more like dancing.

A dance of the ancient gods.

Gorgeous, gorgeous, glamorous, but also fatal.

Yuan Zhisheng has never encountered such an enemy, not to mention his strength is almost the same, the most important thing is the martial arts, the ancient martial arts that don't look like human beings.

After fighting for a few seconds, Yuan Zhisheng only felt his arms were cold and numb, he fought back with a stream of Satsuma manifestations, his arms were cold and numb.

"What's the matter? Is this not enough? Amaterasu?" Sakurai Kogure smiled charmingly, and the icy wind blew up around her

"If you don't defeat me, Amaterasu is destined, and the truth will be buried in darkness forever."

Faced with such a provocation, Yuan Zhisheng just took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said coldly

"Speaking spirit? King power!"

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Nebula M78

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Chapter 77. The Shadow of Arrogance

The darkness of Mingzhao shrouded Fuma Kotaro and his group of ninjas in the lightless darkness. They were like a group of cunning bats lying on the edge of the Arasaka Building, slowly moving towards the top floor.

It is impossible for them to go through the main entrance. The internal defense equipment of the Arasaka Building has an alloy broken wall that separates the floors, just like the "Dragon Stone" described in classical martial arts novels. Simply falling down can isolate the intruders and trap them to death. in.

As for the direct blasting of the Arasaka Building, it is not advisable to be foolish. This is Tokyo. If they try to mobilize more than a certain amount of munitions, then the Arasaka security guards who find their tracks will only immediately mobilize larger munitions to aim at them. The residences of the Bajia of Sheqi were bombarded indiscriminately.

No matter how arrogant these underground underworld emperors are, they will not try to compete with an international arms dealer in the quality and quantity of their arms.

They are strong and good, always their own people.

Infiltrating from the outer wall of the Arasaka Building is the only option. Mingzhao's ability is enough to cover all the detection equipment outside the Arasaka Building, but they always have only one chance to make a move.