Chapter 8: Mission

At this time, two tall policemen suddenly emerged in a cafe across the road. They trembled, raised their guns and shouted at Meng Fan.

If ancient cold weapons and modern gunpowder weapons are duel, modern weapons will definitely prevail. But it is very obvious that these two people were shocked by Meng Fan's strange ability and lost confidence in their opponents' guns.

In fact, even if they hooked the trigger, they would find that the guns in their hands were no longer at their disposal. Under the keen mechanical induction, Meng Fan had already known that there were two guns hidden in the cafe and locked them at the first time.

Maybe the two policemen have tried to shoot secretly, but failed. Now they are just pretending to be a tiger.

"Aha." Just as Meng Fan stared coldly at the two policemen, a refreshing shout suddenly came from behind the two policemen. A dark shadow flashed by, with a bright silver light, and quickly disappeared 100 meters away.

The expressions of the two policemen suddenly condensed. After a few seconds, the two heads slid down from their necks and fell to the ground with a rumbling sound. The hot blood gushed out, and there was a rain of blood in the sky. After a few seconds, the two bodies fell to the ground heavily.

What a fast person, a fast knife.

Meng Fan smiled and gently hooked his fingers. The more than 100 knives scattered on the ground suspended again, condensed into a ball at a height of 100 meters, and fell heavily into a crowded place again.

'Boom', 'Boom', knives keep exploding in crowded places, blood everywhere, and mourning everywhere.

There were no living people within 100 meters away from Meng Fan, and people 100 meters away also gave up any hope and ran desperately in the direction away from Meng Fan.

After less than two minutes, there was no one in Meng Fan's sight. Even if an unknown pedestrian came in the direction of Meng Fan, he was scared away by the bodies all over the ground.

The once bustling streets were empty at this time, except for those who became corpses.

Meng Fan roughly estimated that after just a few minutes of slaughter, at least 1,000 people died under his own knife, but he didn't know what Qian Sanhai's record was.

"Aha, hey hey." Su Qian's style given to Qian Sanhai really matched his current performance. He returned to Meng Fan like a gust of wind and began to hit the hip-hop rhythm with a knife.

"How's it going? Don't you feel well?" After Meng Fan asked, he felt that what he asked was simply nonsense. Looking at his appearance, he was completely overexcited. How could he feel uncomfortable?

About blood and killing, there are two opposite people in the world. The first is cowardice and fear. Even if you miss and hurt someone, you will feel guilty for a long time. What's more, you will be panicked all day long and choose to commit suicide under great pressure. The other is madness and infatuation. Even if you have never hurt anyone, you will immediately be crazy about this feeling after trying the pleasure of killing for the first time. This kind of person is a natural killer. Huang Ze, the 'silver gun' who once died in Meng Fan's hands, is such a person.

Obviously, Qian Sanhai is the second kind of person, and this infatuation with blood may be related to his powerful ability.

Qian Sanhai was still immersed in the pleasant blood memories. After a whole minute, he finally calmed down, put the knife back to the sheath, and said to Meng Fan, "I don't know how many people have been cut, but this knife is really useful."

Meng Fan smiled and said, "It's time for us to go. We will be surrounded by heavy soldiers in a while. Avoid such troubles."

In fact, since Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai began to kill, it has only taken five minutes. Even the most efficient police and army cannot respond so quickly.

Meng Fan took Qian Sanhai to the road and hurried into the alley in the shadow of the tall buildings on the side of the road.

Many cars were quietly parked on the roadside in the alley, among which a black Honda window was covered with black film, and the inside could not be seen clearly outside. Meng Fan gently waved to the car, and it immediately began to run slowly and drove towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan opened the door and motioned Qian Sanhai to enter, but Qian Sanhai was stunned for a few seconds and said, "Captain, if I had the ability, I would have stolen the car. I have a friend who is also a poor man. He lost several bicycles, so I wonder how many bicycles are worthless. How much can I catch up with a car if I steal them? Captain, do you think..."

Meng Fan was speechless, pinched Qian Sanhai's neck and forced him in.

Then, the car moved slowly, away from the slaughter street from the other side of the alley.

Meng Fan was very confident that the roadside monitor did not take pictures of himself, because he had already locked several cameras near the street. As for Qian Sanhai, Meng Fan doesn't know where he has gone, but in terms of his speed, the probability that the camera can clearly capture him is almost zero.

Therefore, it is impossible for the police and the army to know the wheres of themselves and Qian Sanhai after the massacre.

The car passed through the alley and drove on another road parallel to the slaughter street. It is still crowded and pedestrians are in a hurry, and they don't seem to feel the massacre on another road at all.

There is a little girl dressed as a junior high school student on the roadside, holding a small pile of newspapers in her hand, who seems to be working and studying. The Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped beside her. Meng Fan rolled down the window, stretched out his hand, holding 100 yen in his hand, and smiled at the little girl.

The little girl was impressed and handed over a newspaper. At the moment she handed the newspaper into the car, she stretched out her finger and gently touched the back of Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai's hand.

Mercedes-Benz moved slowly again, integrated into the traffic on the road, and became an ordinary member of the crowded vehicles on the road.

After a while, the little girl bought up the newspaper and hurriedly left here.

After an hour, the Mercedes-Benz drove into the shadow of the commercial building near the Big Sunairi Hotel and stopped slowly. Meng Fan got out of the car, shook his shoulders and relaxed.

However, Qian Sanhai still sat in the car, with a nostalgic expression. He shook his head and sighed, "It's the first time in my life that I have taken such a good car. I must buy one if I have money in the future."

Meng Fan had to reach out again, hold his neck, and drag him out of the car.

"When it's time to enter, don't enter, and when it's time to go out, it's organized and undisciplined." Meng Fan stared at Qian Sanhai and made a conclusion for him.

Qian Sanhai scratched his head and laughed embarrassedly.

After a while, Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai came out of the shadow behind the commercial building. At this time, Meng Fan was no longer the short and fat little man, but returned to his handsome appearance. Qian Sanhai also turned back to being thin and tall, touching the funny eight-character beard under his nose contentedly from time to time.

The Japanese knife has been hidden into Qian Sanhai's clothes, so now the two look no different from ordinary tourists.

Shortly after the two came out of the shadow, the Mercedes-Benz suddenly moved slowly again and drove along the way to the original parked alley.

The two slowly walked on the roadside, still chatting with Qian Sanhai. Meng Fan had no choice but to listen. This situation lasted for half an hour, and the two finally returned to the Big Sun Sky Hotel.

Su Qian, Li He and Michelle have been waiting in Meng Fan's room. When several people saw Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai coming back, they quickly gathered around and asked about today's situation.

Meng Fan smiled and said, "In my hands, there should be about 1,000 people."

Qian Sanhai continued, "I have less, maybe only one or two hundred, I can't remember."

After listening to Qian Sanhai's words, Meng Fan was very shocked. He had more than 100 knives and killed 1,000 people in two or three minutes under the indiscriminate group, while Qian Sanhai only had one knife, but he could solve one or two hundred in the same time. This speed was really amazing.

"Today, I was a little newspaper girl, and I was really nervous when I saw you." Su Qian hugged Meng Fan's arm and said, "For good, nothing unexpected happened."

This is a plan that Meng Fan came up with. First, let Su Qian change the appearance of herself and Qian Sanhai, and then find a location to kill, while Su Qian pretended to be a newspaper girl and waited for herself and Qian Sanhai on the way back to the hotel to find opportunities to restore her appearance.

Everything is going very well. Now we just need to eat, drink tea, and wait for the headlines of this earth-shaking news. After all, such a large-scale massacre in such a densely populated and prosperous city will not help no matter how the military blocks the news.

Meng Fan has lost control of the paralysis of the Japanese network. On the contrary, he now needs a very smooth network so that the news can quickly spread all over the country.

The more sensational the better, the more noisy the better!

Meng Fan thought alone for a while and asked Michelle, "When will the international mercenaries you invited arrive?"

"Tomorrow night is about the same." Michelle replied, "They are all elites among the mercenaries, and each of them has his own skills."

"Okay, let's go to the street tomorrow to see if we can find the traces of ghosts." Meng Fan turned to Li He and continued, "If we can't find it, Qian Sanhai and I will continue the day after tomorrow morning. Li He, please carefully inspect around us and pay attention to whether there are ghosts, but don't be too close to us, especially in our killing range."

"As for Michelle and your international mercenary friends, I need you to follow Li He and protect Li He. Li He's ability is not aggressive. If he encounters sudden danger, there is no room for manoeuvre.

"Okay, no problem, I'll be with them." Michelle nodded.

Meng Fan patted Su Qian's face with a smile and whispered, "When doing all this, no one, including Li He and Michelle, can show their original faces. This will be handed over to you."

"No problem, it's up to me!" Su Qian was very proud of the tasks assigned to her by Meng Fan.

So far, all tasks have been assigned, and everyone's ability has been applied in the process of saving the great power.

Next, it depends on the reaction of the Japanese public, the media and the mysterious behind-the-scenes ghosts.