The West Clouds are rendered with red color. Under the burning clouds, several off-road vehicles are driving rapidly along the highway.

Exitmatsuto City passed by Niuku and rushed to Takaraki Naka under Ibaraki Prefecture along the Takaba Line. Sanada Hiroichi in the car contacted the special service branches in various places and inquired about the incoming and exiting the ship.

During this period, only Changlu Nake Port has docked several cargo ships from China.

After the news was confirmed, the pursuit team went non-stop. After that, Ishioka City in the southern part of Ibaraki Prefecture gathered with another team that came from reinforcements.

The two convoys met and temporarily stopped on the side of the road. A man of medium size, about 26 or 27 walked towards Hiroichi Sanada who was getting off the car. Before the other party could speak, the man started talking first.

"If the news is accurate, you can continue to catch up, Captain Sanada."

While speaking, Hiroichi Sanada swept over the other party's black leather long suit, a samurai sword tied, and then nodded, "There should be an opponent's ship on the side of Changlu, otherwise it would be impossible to leave the land area of ​​the island country."

"Need to troubleshoot?"

"You can ask the customs at the port to find an excuse to seize the ship first."

Hiroichi Sanada said a few words, and another figure came over behind the man. He was tall and looked thin. However, this kind of thinness would not give people a feeling of being thin, but instead had a sense of strength with all kinds of agile strength. He was wearing a long black suit, but inside it was a close combat uniform, and a half-painted mask with fangs on his face gave people a strange and absurd feeling.

However, the pair of eyes exposed, the sight of Hiroichi Sanada's eyes tingled.

"There is a saying in China that it is to alert the snake. Trouble the customs, and it will alarm the target, which is not good for the arrest." The man wearing a mask stretched out a hand: "Captain Sanada, Ishihara Hideyoshi!"

Hiroichi Sanada went over, shook hands with him, took a step back, and turned his head to the man who had his samurai sword at his waist, "Then, let's go, Kato-kun."

"Well, we already know the information about that person. My younger brother Kato Hanzo died at his hands."

The man said, and sat in the car with Sanada, looking straight at the windshield: "This time I came here in person, I want to put his head in front of Hanzo's grave, hoping that Sanada Kanyu will be convenient."

"He killed Keigo, the most promising newcomer in the special service team, not only Kato-kun wants him to die..." Sanada said seriously, looking at the side of the road slowly moving backwards. Outside the window, the man wearing a half-fanged mask named Hideyoshi Ishihara was still standing there, but a car nearby saw another exact figure sitting in the back seat.

.....The clone outside is the one.

As simple thoughts passed through my mind for a moment, Sanada then added the last sentence: "......I also want him to apologize for his death."

In his vision, the clone standing there gradually disappeared in the sunset, and the team began to move forward again.

During the subsequent itinerary, more than ten cars spread from time to time, and they exchanged plans in the communicator from time to time. Knowing that the other party had a plan, they would definitely be prepared to retreat. In order to catch all the gangs that dared to burn the Yasukuni Shrine and make a big fuss in Tokyo naturally needed to be fully equipped.

If the person is not caught, it will be really embarrassing to the island country in front of all countries in the world.

After all, things are already making a big fuss on the Internet.

And just where their eyes cannot penetrate, on another nearby road, a red motorcycle with the word "Red Ghost" written in the two Japanese characters was written. After adding oil once halfway, it roared between the roads, and a Japanese knife was crossed behind the waist.

It attracted the attention of the people of the island countries passing by nearby villages and towns.

In the pulled leather jacket, the crow poked his head out and screamed in the wind: "Boss, slow down, I'm going to be blown to death..."

"Shut up--"

As the journey was rushing, the bird kept talking nonstop.

After that accident made it awaken its talent, Xia Yi was wondering whether it was a language talent or an intellectual talent. However, the battle on the long street understood...

This bird should have the talent of the emperor... Although he doesn't understand, it's just like the emperor who can call thousands of crows? If humans have this talent.

It's hard to imagine that something big will happen.

However, it can be seen that everyone in this world has their own talents, and they are of various kinds. Even if there are repetitions, they will be different in details. After all, even if people look similar, their personalities and habits are different.

The long-standing talent will be different, but... many people are forced to do things that are different from their talents under the pressure of life, but to a large extent, they are scolded as waste and be discouraged.

Just like Dezhu, Ma Bang, Lin Wensheng...

Thoughts whizzed by the wind with speed. Soon after, the sky gradually darkened, and there was a last ray of afterglow shining on the harbor city to the west.

Under a lonely tree.

The speeding motorcycle stopped on this gentle slope, put down its feet and supported it on the soft ground. Xia Yi's eyes passed through the last red light and looked over there from a distance.

The whistle of the freighter sounded on the sea, and a ship was about to leave the port.

Ma Bang and others who escaped from Tokyo from the beginning returned to the freighter without any obstacles. They were also glad that the island country was not as vast as China, otherwise it would be impossible to return in such a short time. Of course, there were also cases where Xia Yi attracted most of the attention.

But as the whistle sounded, a quarrel broke out on the deck.

"Let's go now? What should I do?" Zhao Dezhu pushed away the electric python that blocked him, "Get out of the way, let you open--" While tearing and twisting, he rushed to the guardrail and wanted to jump down.

But Mapton and Ma Bang dragged him down and pressed him to the ground.

"You all let go of your hands, I'm gonna-"

After struggling for a few times, revealing her white and bulging belly, the fat man rubbed his legs and spitted at them.

Screaming.

"Old Yi is still behind. You are not loyal, let me go!"

Bang-

A slap rang on the fat face.

The hysterical voice came to an abrupt end.

"Fatty, don't do anything randomly. The boss just wants us to leave. "Ma Bang, who has always been inappropriate, shouted at him with a very serious expression on his face.

"If you jump down now, you will become a drowned fat man at most. What's the use? You want to use your ashes to occupy the Japanese land!!"

Zhou Jin, dog girl: “….”

"This is a good way." The electric python trembled and agreed.

At this time, Chen Qianqian, who was standing on one side, suddenly ran to the side of the guardrail, cushioned her feet, pointed at the port in the distance, and widened her eyes.

"Uncle and aunt, look over there!"

The people on the deck followed the girl's fingers and police cars spread out along the road towards the harbor.

"Oh no, I'm chasing you." Zhou Jin frowned and turned around: "The boat has been driven anyway, I'll go down to block them. If nothing happened to the boss, I can still take care of each other with him..."

Before he finished speaking, the fat man got up from the deck, pinched the guardrail and shouted in a certain direction: "Brother——"

Looking into the distance, a figure was sitting on a motorcycle on the side of the convoy rushing to the port. Perhaps hearing the fat man's shout, the figure stretched out his arm and waved towards this side from a distance.

"You haven't got the redstone of Shouming Caibo yet...you go back and wait for me first..."

Under the lonely tree, Xia Yi looked at the freighter gradually leaving the dock, murmured softly in the sound of the whistle, and then looked at the convoy that stopped below.

When he started the motorcycle and knocked down the accelerator, he pulled out the Japanese knife behind his waist with his left hand.

...

Below, the stopping convoy quickly got out of the car. The bald man, Hiroichi Sanada, Hiroichi Kato with a samurai sword, and Hideyoshi Ishihara wearing a fanged mask, led by a group of supernatural powers from the special service team to walk to the dock.

Someone pointed to the freighter that had already sailed a distance from the port and the national flag hanging on it.

"Why, let's leave as soon as we come, go and have the customs send a speedboat to stop it-"

At this time, the port was in a quiet dusk. Most of the workers and sailors who loaded and unloaded goods left to go to the city for fun or went home. At this time, people's shouts seemed particularly clear. However, while the man shouted, a sound roared on the gentle slope above them.

"careful--"

A sound rang out on the outside of the team. When Sanada and others were walking in front looked back, the motorcycle rushed down the gentle slope and suddenly jumped up, passing through the red of the setting sun.

He rushed towards the shouting figure, and the sword light instantly reflected everyone's sight.

Next second.
Chapter completed!