Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 23 Clothes of Shame
Outside Ping'an City, the Yamamoto Special Forces are stationed.

Here ushered in a special guest, Fujita Oki.

At this moment, Fujita was dressed in black, with a black scarf facing his face, and a pair of metal forehead guards were tied on his forehead.

He stood silently in the shadow on the side of the mountain itself, neither happy nor sad, like a real shadow, making people ignore its existence.

If Xu San were here, he would definitely say: "Damn it, ninja."

Fujita Oki, he doesn't remember his original name, maybe he doesn't have a name at all.

Ninjas are not as cool as in anime, and they don't know how to use fancy ninjutsu.

They are just dead soldiers, assassins, a group of people who live in the dark and cannot see the light, and they are people who don't even have a tombstone after death.

As a ninja, he started the mission as Yoshio Shinozuka's secret bodyguard.

After turning from darkness to light, he joined the Honda Special Forces and became an assassination and stealth instructor.

Later, he was transferred to the prison in Ping'an County and became an ordinary jailer.

Of course, as an excellent ninja, it is impossible to be wasted on guarding the prison.

His real task is to secretly protect Mishima Kazuhachi, and directly obey Yamamoto Kazuki.

As the leading conglomerate in Japan, the Mishima Consortium is also a leader in the military industry. It is naturally a big deal for the second young master of his family to join the army.

Of course, Yoshio Shinozuka would not take this lightly, so there was a series of arrangements for Mishima to advance to three levels in a row.

First of all, transfer Mishima from the first-line combat unit to the second-line unit, so that he doesn’t have to go out to fight, and stay honestly in Ping’an City as a jailer, which can be regarded as a kind of protection for him.

Then, arranging a high-level ninja as a bodyguard is the second level of protection.

"Is there any trouble for Fujita-kun's late-night visit?" Yamamoto stopped what he was doing, turned around and walked to a coffee pot, and began to brew coffee.

"There's no trouble, but I'm still not sure how to deal with one person."

Yamamoto poured out a cup of coffee and pushed it in front of Fujita: "Who is it?"

Fujita didn't drink, but said flatly: "It's a Chinese man named Xu San, a member of the Imperial Association Army."

"A Chinese man? Is there anything special about him?"

"He understands Japanese, has a Daban accent, has a grocery store in Ping'an City, and has a good relationship with Master Mishima. The special thing is that he is very good at marksmanship. I learned from other Imperial Association troops that he can use his hands The gun hit the matchbox on the head of the military dog ​​50 meters away, and it was a fast-moving military dog."

Yamamoto secretly marveled!

This marksmanship is among the best in his special operations team.

It is not difficult to shoot a matchbox with a 50-meter rapid fire with a pistol, which is a basic requirement in his special forces.

But shooting a moving target is still at the speed of a military dog. Even he is not fully sure.

Is there such a character in the Royal Association Army?
Maybe there is!

After all, there are many people in China, so it is not uncommon for one or two geniuses to appear occasionally.

Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, he supported the table with both hands, his fingers kept tapping on the table, he was considering whether to get rid of this Xu San.

Because after all, we are not of our race, and we can stand together now, but if we can't help it, we will be stabbed in the back in the future, and the Imperial Association Army is ahead of the curve in this regard.

However, Fujita Oki's words of "good relationship with Master Mishima" still made him scruples.

Although he now has a lot of voice in the army, but in China, he is nothing compared to the Mishima family.

If he made Master Mishima feel disgusted by killing Xu San by himself, even a little bit of revenge might kill him.

After thinking about it again and again, Yamamoto continued to ask: "What is Master Mishima's attitude towards him?"

"Master Mishima thinks highly of this Imperial Association Army, and the two of them had a good chat at the wine table, and even wanted to take him in as a retainer."

Yamamoto walked up and down the room, feeling very upset, thinking that the second young master of the Mishima family was too good at judging people.

My marksmanship is no worse than that of Xu San, why don't you want to accept me as a retainer?

I am from Dongying, and the conditions are the same, so why should I give this foreigner special treatment?

The more I think about it, the more I don't understand it, and the more I think about it, the more I feel jealous.

But he still restrained the killing intent in his heart: "Then what do you think of this Xu San? What about his loyalty to Master Mishima?"

Fujita closed his eyes, and recalled the brief contact with Xu San today: "We haven't been in contact for a long time, so I can't tell, but I can arrange a test."

Hearing this, Yamamoto immediately became interested, "Oh, can you tell me? I'm very curious about your ninja's methods."

"For the safety of Master Mishima, we can use sex and money as bait to test his loyalty to the empire and Master Mishima."

The next day, when the sky was bright, Xu San came to the yard and began to practice Legion Boxing.

Going to bed early and getting up early to exercise was the first good habit he developed after time travel.

The body is the capital of life, no, it is the capital of revolution. Only by diligent training can we ensure that we can cope with unexpected difficulties on the road of revolution.

It's a pity, it's a pity that you can't practice guns at will.

After a set of military punches, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body. He picked up a cold towel and wiped it off, feeling very comfortable.

"It's so ugly, are you playing Wang Baquan?"

A discordant voice appeared behind him, and Xu San didn't need to turn his head to know that it was the little rich woman Tian Xue, because there was no one else in his family.

"This can be called military boxing. It is used to cultivate soldiers' tenacious, brave and tenacious fighting style. It is of great significance." Xu San explained.

Tian Xue pouted, feeling that Xu San was talking nonsense again: "I don't believe it? The troops don't practice such ugly boxing techniques?"

"I don't understand now. The actors on the stage are good at fighting, but they're just putting on airs, and they're not good at fighting."

"I won't tell you anymore. If you come out later, buy some gunpowder for me. I got angry, and my mouth is foaming." As she spoke, Tian Xue rolled her lips, revealing a small bubble.

Seeing the ulcer on Tian Xue's lips, Xu San was delighted: "Is it blistering? It should be!"

"How do you talk, you don't have any sympathy at all?"

"If you say you deserve it, you deserve it. I bought ten catties of melon seeds to sell, and you have eaten them all for me in just a few days. What do you mean if you don't deserve it?"

"Stingy, ten catties of melon seeds are only a few dollars!"

"No matter how small a grasshopper is, it's still meat. Miss, don't be full and you won't know if a hungry man is hungry."

"Anyway, I don't care, you have to buy gunpowder for me today."

"Okay, if the pharmacy opens, I'll buy it for you. I think you're free now. I'll find something for you later, so you won't have anything to eat melon seeds."

"What's the matter?" Tian Xue asked curiously. She was really free, and Xu San's family really didn't have any entertainment items. When Xu San asked her to do something, she was really a little excited.

"wait!"

As Xu San said, he got into the warehouse, and after a while, he came out with a bunch of plastic bags.

Walking up to Tian Xue, she threw the plastic bag away.

"What is this?" Tian Xue watched curiously as Xu San threw the "cloth" to herself.

"Do you know female celebrities? Don't say that Miss Tian doesn't even know how to do this."

"Of course I will!" Tian Xue looked at the "cloth" in her hand, and couldn't figure out what the relationship between this strange cloth and female celebrities was for a moment.

Thinking about it, her little face blushed, "You, perverted, prostitute, you actually asked me to make you such shameful clothes!"

"Shame?" Xu San didn't understand it at first, but after thinking about it, he immediately stretched out his thumb: "Tall! It's really tall! Miss Tian, ​​you can play better than me."

(End of this chapter)