The team members were as frightened as nighthawk's sudden shout. Their legs went weak and they squatted down without even having time to use their waists to exert force.

Nighthawk also turned his back at the same time, and a snapping sound was heard immediately. The force was very strong, like a small steel ball being ejected, pushing Nighthawk almost back a few steps.

All the shurikens hit the backpack behind Nighthawk, densely packed, and many flew over their heads without losing momentum, and some flew directly 50 meters away before falling to the ground.

Nighthawk was shocked that these ninjas were so powerful. The shuriken on his backpack almost caused him to stumble forward again.

Almost as soon as the sound of the wind passed, the ninja had fired all his shurikens. However, it did not achieve the effect they expected at all. Not even half a figure fell to the ground.

Their darts are all coated with highly toxic poisons, and the poisons applied on each person are different. Only they have the antidote to detoxify them. Even if these people are sent to the hospital immediately after being poisoned, they will die due to too long time.

It can be said that if you hit the dart, you will definitely die. But the reality is very cruel. The poison dart they carefully developed could not kill people, but the black bear's bullets swept over him firmly.

As soon as the pressure on his head disappeared, Black Bear stood up from behind Nighthawk with a gun in hand, and fired a hail of bullets at the four ninjas in front of him who were about to take darts again.

Holding the shurikens they had just taken off their clothes, under the impact of the black bear's violent bullets, the four ninjas were like fluttering catkins in the wind. They were hit by the bullets and flew out. Blood spilled all over the floor. The scene was

Extremely spectacular.

The AK47 at close range is known as the King of War. Its power is conceivable, and it is simply vulnerable to a human's fragile body.

Looking at the dead ninja lying on the ground, Nighthawk used his saber to knock off the shuriken embedded in his backpack, exhaled and stood up.

"These ninjas are so cunning. They used two ninjas hanging from the ceiling to attack me to attract everyone's attention. In fact, they were bound to die.

When we were all distracted by the two guys above us, the four ninjas in front suddenly appeared and fired poison darts at us. I think at least half of us are going to die here."

Nighthawk secretly called him lucky. The thoughts of these ninjas were too complicated and their considerations were too thoughtful. They were worthy of being assassins for a long time.

Jun Ci took a deep breath. If Nighthawk hadn't pulled him out just now, he would be dead now. Thinking about it now, he was a little scared. Being tortured to death by those poisonous darts was not the result he wanted.

Black Bear patted him on the back and asked him if he was okay. Jun Xi gave him a pale smile, seemingly very frightened.

"Okay, let's move on. There isn't much room in this room. I'll see what other tricks they have up their sleeves." Nighthawk said while arranging the equipment.

Holding the gun, he stepped over the corpse of the ninja on the ground and continued to walk to the wing on the left.

He stepped forward and opened the door. It was dark inside. Through the night vision device, he saw that the room was very spacious, and the unique cushions of the Fuso people were neatly placed on the ground for the guest and host seats.

There is also a low armrest table in front of each cushion, which seems to be used to place food and cups when guests meet.

Further inside, there is a bedroom with very simple furnishings, only a double bed made of mahogany and some furniture.

Wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden cabinets, this room is all made of wood, it is completely a mahogany furniture showroom.

"Although the furnishings are simple and nothing unusual, even so many pieces of furniture together show extraordinaryness and taste." Mengfei looked at the mahogany furniture playfully and said with envy.

"What kind of taste can the devils have? Put so much red wood here, and have so many ninjas guarding it. It looks like a haunted house to me. Isn't this Matsumoto trying to grow up here?"

Damn it, look at how old these things are." Jun Ci was talking nonsense, not caring about the weird looks others gave him.

"Let's go, there's nothing here, it's just such a big place, let's search in other rooms." Nighthawk didn't find anything wrong, so he turned around and led everyone to search the opposite wing.

The wing room on the right is almost the same as this one. There is no difference. The only difference may be that the direction of entering the bedroom is reversed. Just like the mirror, all the houses on both sides are symmetrical.

Looking at such a layout, everyone felt strange and wondered why the Fuso people built such a house. Could it be that they lived in a house on one side and were prepared to see the same version of themselves on the opposite side when they got up in the morning?

After shouting that the kid was weird and finding nothing, the team exited the room again and prepared to walk to the main house.

The door of the main house is much larger. When you open the door, two pillars come into view.

They were probably the foundation pillars used to support the house. They were tall, large, and extremely round. It would have taken two people to hold them together. They were as thick as the pillars in the palace that Nighthawk and the others saw earlier in the Forbidden City.

Where can I find such a thick tree? If the country is not so rich, it is unimaginable. Everyone opens their mouths and curses the Japanese for their luxury.

The military assassin even said, maybe Matsumoto's ancestors robbed a lot of money from our hometown and came back to build a house like this, and use our hard-earned money to enjoy it here.

The furnishings in the room are also very simple. Instead of the fuso-style cushions, there is a set of large mahogany back chairs.

The furnishings are the same as those in the main hall of the Celestial Dynasty. They are divided into guest and host positions. There are two Taishi chairs on the main seat with a table sandwiched between them. There are a row of Taishi chairs on both sides of the lower part. They are neat and clean. It seems that they have just been cleaned today, with no trace of dust.

nor.

There is a row of flowers and trees placed behind the chairs. If it were daytime, looking at this fresh atmosphere would be refreshing.

Although the house is large, there is no place to hide people. It seems that Matsumoto is not here, and there is no potential danger. Nighthawk shook his head, wondering what Matsumoto was doing. Look, there is a room on the right.

He turned around and walked inside, and the team members followed closely.

This is a study room. The four treasures of the study are neatly placed on a large desk. The pen holder is filled with various types of brushes made of various materials. An unfinished calligraphy and painting exhibition is placed on it. There is also a little polished brush next to it.

The resulting paint is placed in a box.

The bookshelves are filled with books of all kinds, including ancient thread-bound books, leather books, books made of bamboo sticks, and more modern books.

It involves all kinds of knowledge at all levels, from ancient times to the present, history and astronomy, and everything. At a glance, there are hundreds of thousands of volumes at least, and they are placed in a full circle around the study room.

"I can't tell that old man Matsumoto still loves to study so much. He must have been a good student when he was in school." Monkey muttered and walked to the bookcase, casually grabbing a book from the bookcase to read.

"Qing" A cold light flashed out from the bookcase instantly and hit the monkey's eyebrows directly.

The monkey was stunned on the spot. He didn't expect that there would be someone in the bookcase placed close to the wall, and that he could be given a sword just where he was casually picking up books.

Suddenly, he felt a tightening in the back of his neck, and his body flew backwards quickly. The wind roared in his ears, but the sword was almost pressed against his forehead and he could not dodge it.

It turned out that the black bear who was following him saw this fierce sword strike, and before he could take a chance, he grabbed the monkey's back collar and yanked it backwards. The force was too strong, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Although he escaped the bad luck of having his head pierced by a long sword, the other party struck too quickly. Even though the black bear tried hard to save him, the monkey was still injured. The sword penetrated his skull a little bit and then stopped, causing blood to flow out.

The monkey felt like his head was going to explode.

"Get down quickly." At the moment when the sword light appeared, Nighthawk shouted loudly and almost fell to the ground with Black Bear and the others.

The team members were caught off guard by this strange surprise attack. Just as they were stunned, they saw the bookshelves surrounding them suddenly exploded and shattered in all directions.

Without any time to think, the teammates who knew the danger was coming followed suit and fell directly to the ground. Before they reached the ground, the whirring shurikens flew past their scalps accompanied by the sound of wind.

If it weren't for Nighthawk's cry, this would be their collective graveyard.

There were now ninjas everywhere, surrounding them in a full circle and standing all around the wall. They hid in the groove between the bookcase and the wall, waiting for Nighthawk and the others to come to the door for a long time.

The sound of "Ah, ah, ah" came immediately, and all the shurikens that had lost their target hit the ninjas at once.

What was originally a good ambush quickly turned into a farce of one's own people beating their own people because of Nighthawk's reaction.

The ninja who was hit by the dart yelled desperately, "Whoever shot me, whoever shot me, please get the antidote." After shouting a few times, he felt dizzy, his legs couldn't control him, and he slowly fell to the ground.

He twitched violently.

Seeing this scene, Nighthawk and the others lying on the ground were horrified. The poison on this dart was so powerful that it could take effect in such a short time, and it also made people lose their fighting ability. If they were hit, they could only wait to die.

, either being poisoned to death or waiting for the ninjas to come up and make up for it.

"Everyone, take action." While the ninjas were shouting in confusion, Nighthawk would never let go of this fleeting chance of survival and called on everyone to fight back immediately.

Black Bear and Nighthawk stood up first.

Some of them recovered their senses first. They had no time to fire their shurikens, and for fear of accidentally injuring their companions, they drew their swords from behind and rushed towards Nighthawk and the others.

The speed of endurance is terrifying. They are the messengers of the dark night. Their blades are shining, and the nighthawks can even feel the bone-chilling cold. It is the call of death.

With such a short distance, they could rush in front of Nighthawk and the others in just two steps. The Ninjas relied on the sharpness of their knives, and there were so many people. If Nighthawk and the others reacted slowly, they would be chopped into pieces on the spot.

Acting on instinct, Nighthawk and Black Bear didn't have time to straighten up. They only raised their heads slightly. The guns in their hands had already fired, forming a beautiful crossfire.

The gunfire sounded, and the bullets flew away. The ninjas who were holding knives were only two fingers away from Nighthawk's head. However, the blade was too sharp. Although it did not hit Nighthawk, the wind caused by the knife had already cut it.

The skin on his head was scratched, and blood flowed freely.

The people on the ground had no time to get up. They lay on the ground and pulled the trigger desperately. They had no target. The frightened soldiers were covered in cold sweat. Their only wish was to empty the magazine of their guns. As long as the gunshots continued to sound, they would

There is hope of life.

In such a narrow space, more than twenty ninjas who were still standing were soon pinned to the wall by bullets, leaving no room for resistance. After all, the knives of the cold weapon era still couldn't compete with the best of modern firearms.

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Looking at the ninjas lying on the ground, Nighthawk gasped for air. This was a race against time. This was a race against his own reaction ability. If they had reacted just one second slower, it would have been just one second.

, they must be the ones lying on the ground now.
Chapter completed!