Chapter Fifty-One: What Misery Brought You Here

  On the other side.

  The armed police team leader Zheng Qiming led the team to tightly surround Jie Chuanxiu and others, like a mountain road, after all, Jie Chuanxiu and others were not opponents of the well-trained armed police warriors.

  "Boy, there's no road ahead." Long's face was solemn.

  "Take it back! Kill him!" Kiyoichi shouted in anger.

  "No way, there are too many armed police and their firepower is stronger than ours. Fighting them head-on will only lead to death. Let's find another way or hide for now." Sun Jing suggested.

  Zheng Qiming would certainly not let go of this great opportunity. Just as they were discussing it, the armed police had already formed a siege around them.

  "Kai Chuanxiu, you have already taken a dead-end road and are surrounded. Surrender is the only way out. I hope you will lay down your arms and strive for leniency." Zheng Qiming shouted personally.

  "Bang!" was his answer, a burst of gunfire.

  After a warning shot was fired, Kai Shūichi still refused to surrender and continued to return fire with his gun. Captain Zheng Qiming then gave the order to attack.

  Bang bang bang!

  The warriors' submachine guns spewed forth flames of death, crazily sweeping the hiding place of Kai Shouichi and others.

  The pistol in Long Yi's hand first went click, no bullets left!

  "Bang!" He threw away his pistol, pulled out a dagger and rushed towards the armed police officer closest to him.

  Bang bang bang!

  His intention was discovered by Zheng Qiming, who immediately gave him a consecutive shot.

  "Pffft... pffft!" Long Yi's upper body suddenly had several blood holes, his eyes wide open as he fell to the ground.

  "Big brother! Bring it on! Let's go at it!"

  Long San and Long Si suddenly stood up, with two handguns simultaneously pointing at Zheng Qiming.

  Dada dada dada...

  At this time, the numerical superiority of the armed police had fully emerged, and a dozen submachine guns fired at them in a burst, instantly turning Long San and Long Si into sieves.

  Only Sun Jing's handgun was lethal, and every time he fired a shot, a armed police officer would be injured and withdraw from the battle.

  Sun Jing did not want to be an enemy of the armed police, his excessive loyalty made him helpless. But his hands also had a margin, without taking lives.

  Zheng Qiming couldn't help but feel a little strange, the two armies were at odds, it was either you die or I die. Showing mercy to his subordinates would be no different from digging his own grave, he couldn't care about that anymore, first get rid of him and then talk.

  With the removal of Longyi, Longsan and Longsi, the numerical advantage of the armed police officers became even more apparent. Dozens of submachine guns were aimed at Jie Chuanxiu and others' hiding place for another fierce sweep.

  Watching his bodyguards die one by one, Kai Shouichi's spirit was on the verge of collapse. He hid behind a rock, trembling nonstop.

  When his last bodyguard, Sun Jing, also fell in a pool of blood, Kai Chuanxiu's psychological defenses had completely collapsed.

  "I surrender! Don't shoot!"; Kiyokawa Shuichi raised his hands high and shouted hysterically.

  Armed police rushed up and pressed him to the ground. A foul smell wafted into his nostrils, the stench was coming from Kiyokawa Shūichi's wet crotch.

  "Get out of here!"; Zheng Qiming gave a disgusted look at Kai Xiu Yi: "Take him away!"

  "Yes!" Two armed police officers, one on the left and one on the right, lifted Jie Xiangxiu up like a small chicken and dragged him away.

  What awaits him is trial under Chinese law.

  "Are you Special Forces Sun Jing?"

  "Not bad!"; Sun Jing's answer was somewhat labored.

  "Why is he doing this? Why is he helping the Japanese?" From what happened earlier, it seemed that he wasn't a completely evil person, Zheng Qiming wanted to know the reason behind it.

  "I don't know why you want to catch him, I just did my duty and protected Kai Shouyi. " After finishing speaking, he took a big breath, and fresh blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

  "Are you out of your mind? He's stealing China's secrets and you're his accomplice. This is treason, do you know that?"

  "What? This... I didn't betray my country, and I never thought of being an enemy to the motherland and its people! Never, ever since, I won't, forever won't. Believe me, Shang... believe me!" Sun Jin suddenly grabbed Zheng Qiming's arm and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Believe me!"

  "I believe in you!" Zheng Qiming said with emphasis, his hands clenched tightly together.

  "Thank you... thank you!" Sun Jin's hands slowly fell down powerlessly, with a smile on his face, he left the world.

  "Believe him?" a warrior suddenly asked.

  "Why not believe?" Zheng Qiming said with certainty.

  Is it because people are going to die that their words become good or is there another reason?

  "If he really betrayed the country and the people, he would not have spared our brother's life just now. With his marksmanship, our injured brother would be a corpse by now! Facts speak louder than words, Zheng Qiming spoke to the point."

  "Not bad, I also believe that. Our brothers were all injured in the same position on their arms, just temporarily lost combat effectiveness, and will be fine after a few days of rest. No wonder he's a special forces veteran, his marksmanship is accurate! This shows that he still has feelings for soldiers, the country and the people! So he absolutely cannot be a traitor!" Another armed police soldier said.

  The gunfire finally stopped completely!

  The forest returned to its former tranquility, but if it weren't for the corpses in the thicket and the smell of blood in the air, it would be hard to believe that a fierce gun battle had just taken place here.

  Because of focus, bullets ran out quickly.

  Miura finally vented the anger and fear in his heart, exhausted all his bullets, threw away his empty gun, pulled out the military sword he carried with him, and prepared to make a final blow.

  "For the sake of money, he came all the way from Japan to China to steal our technology. In the end, not only did he lose his own life, but also caused his brothers to lose theirs. You see, having money but no life to spend it with, is it worth it?" Zhang Hang slowly walked forward, separating the crowd, and said word by word.

  "Who are you?"

  Miyamoto retorted: "You're not a armed police officer, who are you exactly?"

  "Chinese People's Liberation Army, Zhang Hang!"

  "Zhang Hang?" "Miyamoto Nendō said: 'With your fighting skills, you shouldn't be a nobody. Tell me your unit and number!'"

  "Why should I tell you?"

  "I want to know which unit my last opponent comes from, it's human nature, please don't be stingy and tell me!"

  "My unit doesn't have a formation or a number, but it has a code name, called Shén Lóng (Divine Dragon), that's all, believe it or not!"

  "Thank you! I believe it. So you guys really exist, it's really you!" Miura stared at Zhang Hang in disbelief.

  "Not bad, we really exist!"

  Suddenly, an exclamation of surprise erupted from all around.

  Zhang Hang, right, he is the one who led his team to break through the Red Army's Huanglong in the exercise! It is also the legendary unit that stands at the peak of the Chinese army and represents the strongest existence of the Chinese army!

  How come I didn't think of it earlier? A People's Armed Police soldier stuck out his tongue, no wonder he was so strong.

  "Born for battle, kill to stop killing!" Zhang Hang lightly spat out these eight words.

  Miyamoto stayed where he was.

  "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, as long as you can step over my corpse and come out alive, you can leave here safely, they won't stop you."

  Miyamoto's right hand shook as he grasped his sword.

  "Remember, when the time comes, don't forget to tell your teammates that today's China is not one you can afford to provoke!"

  Miyamoto's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

  "Come on, stand up for the honor of soldiers, although you are no longer a soldier, but you also have to fight for dignity!"

  Miyamoto gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

  "Fight!"

  Zhang Hang grasped the dagger, standing there quietly gazing at Miyamoto. Before he even made a move, the blade's aura already enveloped the surroundings, and a fierce killing intent emanated from his body, filling every corner.

  The armed police soldiers around him could not withstand this fierce killing intent, and the feeling that almost made people suffocate made them retreat in horror.

  It's even more so for them, and it can be imagined that the situation is even more precarious for Miyamoto who is under pressure in the central palace.

  The intense killing intent almost crushed Miyamoto's ability to lift his hand, and in a short while, even calling out became very difficult, as if he would suffocate to death at any moment.

  Miya Moto knew that he had no chance of winning this battle. With just this terrifying killing intent, he had already lost in terms of momentum!

  With a sudden contraction of his pupils, Miyamoto's last thread of fighting spirit expanded infinitely, and with a loud shout, the military sword in his hand drew an arc, launching a preemptive attack on Zhang Hang.

  With a loud "clang", Zhang Hang's right hand rose, neither biased nor inclined, the two military knives collided in a flash of lightning, splashing out a string of sparks, and disappeared in an instant.

  Miyamoto only felt his arm tremble, a surge of great power came, the tiger's mouth was faintly painful, and his body also shook violently, with a look of astonishment on his face!

  The other party's arm strength is so formidable!

  Zhang Hang took advantage of the situation and didn't show mercy, taking advantage of the moment when his opponent's body was shaking, his left hand shot out in a straight line like lightning, without any fancy or unnecessary movements.

  A fist as hard as steel struck Miyamoto's chest in a straight line.

  "Bang, bang, bang!" Miyamoto retreated three steps, his chest in unbearable pain, a sweetness in his throat, and suddenly felt a hot flow being squeezed out from within his body.

  He forcibly swallowed down the blood that was about to spill out of his mouth, enduring an indescribable taste.

  This time it was Zhang Hang's turn to stare at Miyamoto in shock, having received the powerful and crushing blow from earlier that could split bricks and stones, yet he didn't fall to the ground on the spot, and surprisingly not even a drop of blood was spilled.

  But seeing Miyamoto's painful expression, Zhang Hang knew he had already suffered internal injuries.

  In fact, fighting is not Miyamoto's strong point. He knows he will definitely lose this battle. Now, he really has to fight for his dignity!

  Miyamoto Endured the severe pain in his chest, sidestepped and took a strong step forward, swinging his sword at Zhang Hang again. He had abandoned all his fighting skills, using his entire body's strength, gripping the military knife tightly, swinging it non-stop, each move was desperate, not seeking self-protection but only seeking to injure the enemy!

  Zhang Hang dodged the military sword with ease, his body spinning continuously. After a series of full-strength attacks, Miyamoto's momentum finally waned, and his movements slowed down involuntarily.

  Just as Miyamoto's momentum was about to decline, and his strength had not yet been fully unleashed, Zhang Hang's right hand swiftly swung upwards from below, and everyone only saw a flash of knife light brush past Miyamoto's arm.

  Miyamoto's arm hurt, and the military sword in his hand fell to the ground. Before he could withdraw his right hand, the knife light went back and forth, flashing at a 45-degree angle from top to bottom, and finally disappeared on Miyamoto's chest.

  These two rounds were as swift as lightning, leaving onlookers dazzled and unable to keep up.

  Miyamoto's heart ached with a sharp pain, and his entire body's strength was instantly drained.

  Defeated by your hands, I have no regrets!

  After the calm voice, a loud "Bang" sound, Miyamoto fell to the ground with his head upturned!

  "Why would someone leave Japan and come all the way to China to do something so shameful, only to lose their life in the end? What a waste!"

  Zhang Hang let out a soft sigh, reached into his pocket and pulled out the CD: "Return to its rightful owner!"

  The battle ended, the warriors' gaze at Zhang Hang changed from initial shock to worship. The east had revealed a faint fish belly white, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Zhang Hang's body, giving his whole body a layer of golden light, as if the war god of the nine heavens had descended, making people want to kneel down and worship!

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