"Quick! Hayaku! There is something happening there!"

The Japanese squad leader shouted.

They were the coast patrol, and when they saw the gunboat as if attacking someone, they rushed to reinforce.

In order to save time, they directly chose to walk through the forest instead of walking around the path in the forest.

The night in the forest was quiet and deep, with only the rapid footsteps and tight breathing of the Japanese patrol team breaking the tranquility.

They were eager to reach the coastline, but they did not realize that the shadow of death had quietly come.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped down from the tree like a ghost, so fast that it was unresponsive.

Black Shadow held a pair of cold daggers in her hand, like two bright moonlights in the dark, and pierced into the two Japanese men quickly and accurately.

"Uh!" The two Japanese screamed, their eyes widened, and fell down with disbelief.

Their companions were frightened by the sudden attack. In a panic, someone tried to shoot, but found that the shadow was too fast to aim.

The black shadows were like a gust of wind, shuttled through the Japanese, and every flash was accompanied by a scream and a sound of falling to the ground.

His movements were light and agile, as if they were integrated with the darkness, which was irrespectable. The dagger flew in his hands, and every time he swung it, it took away a Japanese dog's life.

The Japanese in the patrol were extremely frightened and tried to gather to resist, but the speed and strength of the shadow left them helpless.

The Japanese fell one after another, and the blood stained the land in the forest red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The last Japanese knelt on the ground tremblingly. He knew that he could not escape and could only wait for the arrival of death in despair.

The black shadow slowly walked to him, and the dagger gently stroked his neck, and all struggles and resistance disappeared at this moment.

All the thirteen Japanese in the entire patrol were killed by the shadows, and the forest returned to tranquility.

The black shadow stood in a pool of blood, staring coldly at the fallen Japanese, then turned around and disappeared into the dark night, as if he had never appeared before.

Only the smell of blood in the wind and the corpses on the ground were left, witnessing this tragic battle.

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A moment later, Lao Mo appeared in front of Lao Wang and others. Lao Wang and others, who were still scared like a frightened bird, jumped and almost pulled out their guns.

It turned out that Lao Mo was the one who killed the Japanese patrol team in the forest before.

This time it was in the dark night, at Lao Mo's home court. The thirteen Japanese devils had no power to fight back, which showed Lao Mo's strength.

Lao Mo had met Lao Wang, Boss Zhang's wife and others, but these people had never seen him.

However, this did not affect Lao Mo's communication with them.

Old Mo said in a cold voice: "Boss Zhang is my friend. If you want to survive, you can go to the forest and go hard. Someone will pick you up!"

"Then, what about you?"

Lao Wang is also a man from the martial arts world. It can be seen that Lao Mo did not lie.

Of course, he could see that Lao Mo had no intention of leaving with them.

Old Mo, who had turned around, looked back at Old Wang, then slowly turned around and said, "Break the back!"

The sentence after the conclusion was very plain, but Lao Wang seemed to think of something.

At this time, the Mrs. Zhang also murmured: "I heard from the master that he believed in this person."

Lao Wang hurriedly said, "Then let's go quickly, don't let this hero down."

"Um!"

Mrs. Zhang responded, and then the group fled south along the winding coastline in the direction guided by Lao Mo.

Their pace was in a hurry, but they tried not to make any noise, for fear of attracting the Japanese patrol.

In the woods, there were only rustling footsteps and rapid breathings echoing gently.

And deep in the woods, a deep shadow is lurking silently.

This shadow is Lao Mo. He was like a cheetah walking in the night, keenly sensing even the sounds in the woods, even the sound of insects as big as a fingertips, could not escape his ears.

He was like a hunter lurking in the jungle, quietly waiting for his prey.

Suddenly, the footsteps of the Japanese pursuers came from afar.

Their footsteps were not only rapid but also kept shouting.

The loudest voice was the captain of a Japanese patrol team. They also came after hearing the sound of cannons and were approaching Lao Wang and the others' escape route.

Lao Mo moved when he heard the sound. He shuttled through the woods like a ghost, quietly approaching the Japanese reinforcements.

Just as the Japanese team approached, Lao Mo suddenly rushed out of the darkness, and his ghostly figure quickly approached the enemy.

He held a sharp dagger in his hand, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.

A Japanese suddenly discovered Lao Mo and screamed in horror, but it was too late. Lao Mo was as tall as the wind and approached the Japanese instantly. The dagger gently wiped his neck, and blood splashed out. The Japanese widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that a person could be so fast.

At this time, the other Japanese also reacted. They raised their weapons in panic and tried to surround Lao Mo.

But Lao Mo's speed was too fast, and his body was erratic. Every time he dodged, he avoided the enemy's attacks, causing the Japanese to fall into the space. On the contrary, the Japanese killed and injured three people in succession.

The Japanese officer howled loudly, trying to take out their classic three-three formation to save his life.

But Lao Mo didn't give them this opportunity at all. He was cut by the Japanese bayonet while his arm. Lao Mo successfully cut into the formation of a Japanese.

His dagger shuttled between the Japanese like two lightning bolts, and each time he swung it, it brought a rain of blood.

Two Japanese fell to the ground one after another, and the other Japanese knew they would be defeated. In a panic, they actually hit their own bayonet.

The bayonet penetrated the Japanese abdomen from the abdomen, and the Japanese fell to the ground in pain.

The Japanese man holding the bayonet was extremely frightened because he had just killed a colleague.

However, at this moment, Lao Mo, who had rich practical experience, saw the opportunity. At the moment when the Japanese were stabbed to the ground, his figure flashed in front of the Japanese who was stunned on the spot.

The knife was drawn like a flash of lightning, and a white light flashed into the Japanese chest.

"Baga Road!"

The Japanese officer roared and slashed at Lao Mo with a samurai sword.

Lao Mo didn't let him go, but rushed forward, flashing like a ghost. The other two Japanese who had just formed a formation of three or three and had just noticed that their companions were killed behind him were turning around and had already been wiped by Lao Mo's neck.

But the Japanese officer behind Lao Mo also made a quick cut. Even though Lao Mo was already fast enough, a bloody hole was still cut by the Japanese sword on his back.

But Lao Mo was as if he could not sense the pain, and he did not slow down at all. He just flashed and came behind another Japanese.

When he used the knife, his figure flashed and disappeared again, just like flowing clouds and water.

There was no fancy move at this time, Lao Mo's speed was fast. Coupled with the cover of night, the only Japanese left in the forest seemed to see seven or eight Lao Mo flashing in front of and behind them.

And every time Lao Mo appears, a Japanese man will meet the King of Hell.

It was not until the last Japanese officer was stabbed to death by Lao Mo that Lao Mo stopped gasping.

He looked at the fallen enemy, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He simply treated the wound and disappeared into the dark woods.

Although Lao Mo won this battle, he had at least a dozen wounds on his body.

Although these wounds are not fatal, Lao Mo has too many new and old injuries, and the high-intensity combat has made Lao Mo physically and mentally exhausted.
Chapter completed!