Chapter 421 The Secret of the Past

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Today's country. On the outskirts of Jingdong City, the manor of the Fengtian chaebol.

This is the most luxurious manor in Japan, built in the mountains, the most symbolic retro castle building in Japan, covering an area of ​​20 square kilometers. All the maids in the manor wear the most fitting kimonos, the male servants wear samurai robes, and Japanese samurai swords with long and narrow waists. Get away from here.

Otherwise, once it is considered dangerous, these male servants of the Fengtian Zaibatsu are very likely to step forward and cut him off!

Fengtian Manor, in the study of Fengtian President Gomoto Taro.

"President, Chief Shiraishi's phone number." An assistant hurriedly walked into Gomoto Taro's room with a special encrypted phone, and said cautiously, "It's the highest level encrypted phone."

"Could he be in some trouble?" Wuben Taro quickly took the words, and then waved his hand.

After the assistant left, Gomoto Taro asked in a deep voice, "Chief Shiraishi, are you in any serious trouble using this phone?"

"President," Baishi and Ma's voices were very weak: "The matter here in the kingdom of heaven is very difficult. Hong Dali is a man of great momentum. I ask the president to get rid of the trouble before the real danger arises."

"That Hong Dali, is he so powerful?" Wuben Taro took a deep breath, and then asked: "Could it be that even you can't beat him?"

"No." Baishi and Ma said slowly: "I failed, and the defeat was ugly. As for Hong Dali, the only thing I can do now is to minimize his threat as much as possible."

"It seems that the matter is very serious." Gomoto Taro thought for a while, and then asked: "The meaning of Chief Nayi is..."

"Red Alert." Baishi and Ma finally said this sentence.

"Okay, I see." Gomoto Taro hung up the phone slowly.

He closed his eyes, leaned on the sofa and thought for a while, then suddenly said loudly: "Come on, call Hattori Jiro!"

...

Hattori Hanzo, a family of warriors from the Warring States period to the early Edo period today.

The name "Hanzo" is a name passed down from generation to generation by the Hattori family. In addition, the patriarchs of the past dynasties have passed down Ishimishou from generation to generation, so it is also called Hattori Ishimishou.

Hattori Jiro, the thirteenth generation Hattori Hanzo.

Hattori Jiro after his father's death. Leader Yihe concentric two hundred people. Inherited the title of Hanzo and Ishimi Mori. Now, it is the most important core force of the Fengtian Zaibatsu, responsible for clearing away all hidden dangers for the Fengtian Zaibatsu.

And the "red alert" that Shiraishi and Ma said before is exactly what asked Gomoto Taro to use the Supreme Guard of the Fengtian Zaibatsu. Iga Ninja led by Hattori Jiro!

Wind farm. back mountain. The secret underground martial arts arena.

With a resolute face, Jiro Hattori stood shirtless and stood in the middle of the arena with his face lined like a knife.

There are two people standing in front of them. Each held a solid wooden stick as thick as an arm, holding it with both hands, and staring closely at Hattori Jiro's body.

The muscles of these two people are protruding, and it can be seen from the raised blood vessels on the surface of the skin. These two people are extremely difficult to mess with!

"what--!!!"

Those two roared violently, clenched the wooden sticks in their hands, and rushed towards Hattori Jiro, Fang Yi approached Hattori Jiro's body, waved his arms, and the wooden sticks in his hands made a "huhu" sound of breaking through the air , violently pumped towards Hattori Jiro!

One strikes the shoulders and one strikes the top of the head.

The strength of these two strong men is so strong. For ordinary people, even people of the same physique, if they are hit by such a stick, the tendons and fractures will be the lightest, and the brains will be pulled out to be regarded as normal development.

"It's too slow!" Jiro Hattori waved his arm casually, and stopped the attacking stick lightly and deftly, only defending but not attacking, with a relaxed and freehand expression.

After playing for a while, Hattori Jiro seemed to be tired of playing, and suddenly his muscles exploded, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" There was a burst of explosions in the joints of his body, and even a thunderous roar, and then "Bang bang!" With two punches, the wooden sticks in the hands of the two people suddenly broke into two pieces, their bodies flew out and fell on the ground two feet away, and they couldn't get up for a long time. .

"Too weak." Putting on the clothes casually, Hattori Jiro shook his head helplessly: "How can you do things for the president like this?"

Hattori Jiro expressed his dissatisfaction with such an attack.

"Mr. Hattori, the president is here." Jiro Hattori had just put on his clothes when Taro Gomoto's assistant walked over slowly and said.

"The president is looking for me?" Hattori Jiro nodded lightly, and said, "Lead the way."

Soon arrived at the study of the president Gobontaro, Hattori Jiro came behind Gobontaro like a gust of wind, and said, "President, I'm here."

Gomoto Taro put his hands behind his back, looked at the scenery outside the door, and said softly: "Mr. Hattori, how do you feel about the medicine developed by the Futa Zaibatsu?"

"Very good." Hattori Jiro nodded and said, "The physical strength and strength have increased by about five times, and the strength has improved greatly."

Taro Gomoto smiled and said: "Two years ago we hired African mercenaries to capture Zhang Yi from the Kingdom of Heaven. Although the mercenary army was completely wiped out, we obtained the formula for this genetic modification injection. Looking at it now , the effect is still very good.”

"It's a pity that we can't reach the strongest level." Jiro Hattori felt a little regretful: "It would be even better if we could achieve the effect of tens of times of Zhang Yi's improvement."

"There are many things that can't be helped." Wumoto Taro sighed: "It can be said that we are lucky to be able to obtain this low-level formula. For high-level ones, there is really no way."

"Yes." Hattori Jiro thought for a while, and then asked: "President, you are looking for me this time because..."

"Chief Shiraishi failed, this time the opponent is very strong." Gomoto Taro said indifferently: "The kingdom of heaven has always been the goal of my Japanese Empire, and we must not allow them to have excellent newcomers grow up. This time the name of the goal is Hong Dali , Eighteen years old, you go to the intelligence department to get information and execute the beheading plan. With your current strength, if you want to kill an ordinary eighteen-year-old young man, is it okay?"

"There is no problem." Hattori Jiro replied: "It only takes three seconds, and I can make him disappear from this world."

"Okay, I believe in your strength." Gomoto Taro waved his hand lightly: "Go get ready."

"Okay." Hattori Jiro agreed, and then disappeared like a puff of green smoke in an instant.

"It's only Jiro Hattori's side that can make Shiraishi and Ma admit defeat. After all, Hong Dali, a prodigal son, is quite lucky. If something unexpected happens..." Gomoto Taro rubbed his chin and thought for a while, He shouted to the door again: "Come on, help me contact Shaying."

...

Mercenaries are a group of professional killers who "live on war". They were hired to carry out various assassinations, kidnappings, wars, and even coups. The composition of mercenaries is very complicated, and there are all kinds of people, but they all have one characteristic in common, that is, they all like war, and war is everything in their lives.

"Whoever pays will work for him", this is a basic principle that mercenaries all follow. There is no distinction between right and wrong in their minds. In the words of a well-known figure in the mercenary world: "Now I will work for anyone who will pay me. I don't know what is wrong. I can work for anyone as long as he pays." money."

And Sand Eagle is the most notorious of all mercenary groups in the world - the highest commission, the highest success rate, and the highest level of confidentiality for the employer.

For them, as long as you can pay, there is no one they can't kill.

Australia, Tasmania, Sand Eagle Headquarters.

"Hey, boss, your phone number." A young man in his twenties handed the phone to his boss—a person who looked so ordinary that there would never be anyone in the crowd. Look at middle-aged people even more.

And this very ordinary-looking middle-aged man is named Charles, who is the highest leader of the Sand Eagle. He has a quarter of American blood, a quarter of Australian blood, a quarter of British blood, and a quarter of Japanese ancestry.

"Which one?" Charles answered the phone and said calmly, "You'd better make a long story short, sir, my patience is very limited."

"It's Charles, I'm Gobontaro." Gomototaro's low laughter came from the phone: "I think we should be considered old friends, right?".

"If you're referring to those young people surnamed Hong who my grandfather helped you kill in Tianguo decades ago," Charles said with a smile, "then they are indeed old friends—but favors don't mean much to me. Speak straight up."

"Well, okay," Gomoto Taro said slowly: "The thing is like this, I want to ask Charles to help me kill another person. Just one, the name is Hong Dali, you can send someone to me immediately to get his material."

"The surname Hong again?" Charles curled his lips: "It seems that you and the surname Hong are very destined."

"I'm sorry that I didn't clean it up last time," Gomoto Taro said softly, "After decades of recuperation, the Hong family is now showing signs of revival."

"Okay, okay," Charles said helplessly, "I'll take care of my grandfather's affairs—let's make a price."

"500 million U.S. dollars." Gomototaro directly gave the highest price: "I don't think this price is too low."

"The price is fair," Charles immediately agreed, "Is there a time limit?".

"Of course, within a month, if you agree, you can send someone to collect a deposit of 100 million US dollars in the afternoon."

"Well, it's a big deal. That's it. Goodbye. I hope we can have a good cooperation."

"Happy cooperation." (To be continued...) ()