RNP Chapter 66 Death Fight Elites Face Imai
Chapter 66 Death Fight Elites Face Imai
"Snapped!"
The smoke grenade landed, but instead of spewing out thick smoke as expected, it cracked open with a "crack," splashing out the chemicals inside the canister. It had a pungent sulfur smell that went straight into Yan Shuo's nose.
"Damn it! This lousy smoke grenade actually exploded?" Yan Shuo coughed violently, tears welling up in his eyes. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, cursing the manufacturer of the smoke grenade in his mind.
"Damn! Is he that difficult? Are you a reincarnated king of soldiers?" Yan Shuo coughed as he thought to himself, "How much does he earn a month? Is it worth risking his life like this?"
Despite his complaints, he didn't stop working. He quickly pulled out a transparent bulletproof shield from his spatial ring. This was 21st-century high-tech, lightweight and sturdy, and ordinary rifle bullets couldn't penetrate it at all.
Immediately afterwards, he summoned five more weapon dolls, placed shields on the hands of the two foremost dolls, and shouted, "Charge! Charge them down!"
"Whoosh!"
Five weapon dolls advanced in tactical formation, with the two in front holding transparent shields to block the way, and the three behind holding guns ready to fire at any moment. Their footsteps merged into a neat "rat-a-tat" sound in the silent corridor, exuding an undeniable sense of oppression.
"Slap! Slap!"
The Japanese soldiers did indeed open fire. The bullets struck the transparent shields, making a crisp "clanging" sound and creating ripples, but they couldn't penetrate them at all.
Using the shields as cover, the weapon dolls quickly approached and rushed in front of the Japanese soldiers in the blink of an eye.
"Now!" The weapon doll at the front suddenly turned to the side, and the dolls behind it immediately fired at face-to-face!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Several bullets hit the Japanese soldier's chest in succession, and blood instantly stained his uniform.
"Baka!!" The Japanese soldier let out an angry and frustrated roar, his body swayed, and he fell straight down, his eyes open until the end, full of resentment and disbelief.
Having dealt with the biggest threat, Yan Shuo had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the doors on both sides of the corridor being pushed open one after another with a "bang bang bang"!
More than a dozen guards, each carrying a gun and with fierce eyes, rushed out of each room and surrounded Yan Shuo.
"Damn it! One wave subsides and another rises!" Yan Shuo's pupils shrank suddenly. He was in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by enemies on both sides, with nowhere to hide.
He acted decisively, pulling out three more transparent bulletproof shields from his spatial ring. He picked one up and held it in front of himself, distributing the other two to the two weapon dolls: "Set up shields! Advance tactically! Eliminate the remaining enemy!"
"Understood!" The system's electronic voice was concise and powerful.
Three weapon dolls holding shields formed a triangular formation, with Yan Shuo hidden in the middle and the remaining three dolls providing cover on both sides.
"Charge!" With a low shout from Yan Shuo, the "iron wall" formed by shields surged forward.
The Japanese bullets had no effect on the shields, while Yan Shuo and the weapon doll fired accurately through the gaps in the shields.
"Pfft! Crack! Pfft!" Gunshots rang out one after another, and Japanese guards fell one by one, their screams and curses echoing in the corridor.
Yan Shuo's eyes were icy cold, and he showed no mercy. On this intelligence front, being merciful to the enemy was being cruel to oneself.
In just a few minutes, the off-duty guards in the corridor were completely cleared out.
Yan Shuo signaled the weapon dolls to be on alert, while he began searching each room one by one.
Most of the rooms were ordinary guest rooms, with luggage scattered haphazardly, clearly temporary accommodations for the guards.
As Yan Shuo walked to a door at the end of the corridor, his AI system suddenly popped up a notification. A blood-red mark appeared above the door, with the words: Imai Tsubasa, Deputy Chief of the Operations Section, Ministry of the Japanese Army.
"Found it!" Yan Shuo's eyes narrowed, and he gripped the gun in his hand tightly, signaling the weapon dolls to be placed on both sides of the door, ready for a surprise attack.
He took a deep breath, gently pushed open the door a crack, and peered inside.
The room was brightly lit and decorated in an extremely luxurious manner.
A tall, upright man stood by the window, his back to the door. He wore a crisp, dark green Japanese army uniform, which was spotless and perfectly pressed. The gold embellishments on his epaulets and the medals on his chest gleamed coldly and piercingly under the light. He exuded an aura of authority cultivated from his long-term high position.
Hearing the slight sound of the door opening slightly, the man slowly turned around.
He had fair skin, which gave him the air of someone who had lived a life of luxury for many years. His thick eyebrows were slightly raised, exuding arrogance and ruthlessness. He had narrow eyes, a high nose, and slightly downturned corners of his mouth.
His short hair was meticulously styled, his sideburns were neatly trimmed, and he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.
Clearly, he had heard the commotion outside.
His previously calm face was now completely gloomy, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent. His right hand gripped the hilt of the samurai sword at his waist tightly. Several blue gems were inlaid on the hilt, gleaming eerily under the light, which complemented the fierce glint in his eyes.
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
Yan Shuo could clearly sense the ruthless aura emanating from Imai Tsubasa. When Imai Tsubasa looked at Yan Shuo, who suddenly appeared at the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper killing intent.
Yan Shuo observed Imai Tsubasa, and Imai Tsubasa observed Yan Shuo in the same way.
The two men stared at each other, neither speaking until a few seconds later, when Imai Tsubasa finally spoke: "Brave warrior, the fact that you've come this far to face me means you've defeated Takeuchi Masato. You're remarkable. However, this ends here, because you've met me, Imai Tsubasa, a master of a certain style of martial arts in Japan."
"Takeuchi Masato? What skills do you and Imai Tsubasa have? Do you think you can defeat me? I am Anko, who specializes in killing Japanese that others cannot kill!" Yan Shuo retorted unconvinced, speaking fluent Japanese, since Imai Tsubasa was speaking Japanese.
Masato Takeuchi comes from an ancient samurai family in Japan, a family renowned for its swordsmanship and archery skills for generations.
From a young age, Masato Takeuchi underwent rigorous training, and he never stopped honing his martial arts skills, whether under the scorching sun or in the dead of winter.
During his youth, Masato Takeuchi displayed extraordinary talent, achieving numerous successes in family competitions and being regarded as the family's future rising star.
As he grew older, he was no longer satisfied with the skills passed down by his family. He took the initiative to travel and learn from masters in various places, constantly improving himself.
After reaching adulthood, Masato Takeuchi was recruited by the Japanese military due to his exceptional skills and ruthless personality, becoming Tsubasa Imai's personal bodyguard.
Because of his extremely high shooting accuracy and his skill in close combat, he successfully protected Imai Tsubasa in many dangerous missions, gradually establishing his reputation in the military.
Masato Takeuchi is physically agile. When carrying out missions, he always wears a black tight-fitting combat suit with black boots, moving silently like a ghost in the dark.
He always wore a sharp samurai sword at his waist, the hilt engraved with his family crest, a symbol of his honor and power.
He was extremely loyal to Imai Tsubasa, regarding protecting his safety as his supreme mission, and would not hesitate to step forward in the face of any threat, even at the cost of his life.