"Chen Sang, please stay. I respect your honor. Now I have something to say!" Futian hid behind a big tree and shouted in Japanese with a little Chinese to Chen Tianhua who was approaching.

At this moment, Chen Tianhua was pale and breathing heavily. To be honest, most of his energy had been exhausted and he could no longer catch up.

The main reason was that the wounds were severely cracked, especially the wounds on the abdomen. I had been running and pulling tactically all day long. Just now I was chasing so fast that I naturally took big steps, completely ignoring the wounds on my abdomen.

The wound on his abdomen was like a gaping mouth. Every time he took a step, the torn wound was in unbearable pain and bleeding.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, with his cheetah-like speed and endurance, he would have caught up with Fukuda Shoichi long ago.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?!" Chen Tianhua tried his best to calm his breathing and said in a deep voice in Japanese.

Fukuda Masaru was shocked when he heard this. The other party actually spoke fluent Tokyo dialect.

"Chen Sang, my name is Fukuda Shoichi, a former major of the Imperial Marine Corps' Kikutō Special Attack Team, now a retired soldier. This time I was hired by the Gongchenqiao Consulate and the Qing Government Governor's Yamen to carry out the beheading operation!"

Until now, Futian has been very honest about the truth of the matter. However, Chen Tianhua was still a little surprised that the governor was involved in planning this matter.

"Mr. Futian, you can kill me for money, but why do you torture and kill my brother Zuo Gang?!" Chen Tianhua said angrily.

"Chen Sang, you are wrong. I, Futian, came to assassinate you and Mr. Zuo Gang not just for money, because there is a grudge between us that needs to be settled!"

"That's nonsense. You and I have never met, so how can you have any grudge against me and Zuo Gang?" Chen Tianhua scolded sternly.

"Masao Watanabe, the former deputy consul in Hangzhou, was my mother's biological brother, and Chutaro Yamashita and the three others who were killed by Zuo Gang's men were my friends for many years and were as close as brothers. They were because of you and Zuo Gang.

He died in shame, and the three of them died in shame." Fukuda Shoichi said with the same grief and anger.

After listening to this, Chen Tianhua finally understood what was going on.

Watanabe Masao is the president of the Japanese Shogen Co., Ltd., and the Shogen Co., Ltd. is the architect of the British Charlie murder case. He is considered a scapegoat, and he deserves to die.

Yamashita Chutaro and others deliberately created the Shanghai Commercial Bank counterfeiting case. According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, the three of them must die, and they must die unjustly.

Of course, these are public cases and not personal vendettas.

But who can explain it clearly? Also, do I need to explain it to Fukuda?

When things come to an end, forget it!

"Okay, now we are all seeking revenge for our relatives and brothers. Let's have a fair fight between you and me!" Chen Tianhua said loudly, and he also understood that this was what the other party meant.

"Okay, let's fight fairly with pistols and daggers. Each pistol has one magazine." Fukuda put forward the conditions for the duel.

He is very cunning, because in addition to the sniper rifle, Chen Tianhua also has a Yanling knife on his back.

"Okay, I agree, let's show up together!"

Chen Tianhua thought that if he didn't agree and Futian ran away, he really wouldn't have the strength to continue chasing him, otherwise he would lose too much blood and be unable to hold on.

Besides, samurai duels also pay attention to fairness, so that the loser can be convinced.

Of course, he didn't expect that Futian would have no way to escape. After chasing him for more than 20 meters, he would reach an open rocky beach.

"one"

"two"

"three"

"Show up..."

Chen Tianhua and Futian appeared from behind the tree at the same time. After looking at their opponents, they each revealed their firearms.

The pistols in both men's hands were of the same type, almost identical.

At the beginning of the 20th century, the world's military industry was not very developed, and there were not many types of firearms, especially pistols.

Chen Tianhua had a Colt six-wheel pistol, and Fukuda Masaichi had a Murata Type 26 revolver, both with six-round ammunition.

Both of them are special forces and have the habit of wearing daggers on their legs.

What's even more funny is that the two people were injured in similar conditions.

This kind of duel is fairly fair.

Usually, the bullet caliber of pistols is relatively small, and the bullets fired cannot penetrate trees at all, except for specially made violent pistols.

Next, the two men fired at each other at close range. The only sounds of gunfire coming and going were heard on the edge of the jungle, but no one was injured.

"Bang...bang..."

I saw Fu Tiantian emerging from behind the tree where he was hiding, raising his hand and firing a series of shots.

Chen Tianhua lost too much blood and his reaction was a little sluggish, and he was almost hit by a bullet. Fortunately, Futian was also out of shape with trembling hands and feet.

Bullets hit the trees where he was hiding one after another, causing tree bark to scatter and vegetation to fly everywhere.

"Bang…"

"Bang...bang..."

"..."

Both men were moving forward quickly, pulling the triggers of each other to shoot.

Chen Tianhua could no longer move much due to his abdominal wound, so he could only stick to his position from behind.

"Bang...bang..."

"Click... click..."

Chen Tianhua's gun was completely empty of bullets.

Even so, he had no intention of flinching and evading, and casually hit Futian with his gun hard as he rushed towards him.

At this time, Futian was overjoyed. Seeing that the opportunity had come, he nimbly dodged the pistol that was thrown at him. He raised the gun ferociously and pulled the trigger.

"Kacha... Kacha... Kacha..."

As a result, his pistol was also out of bullets.

Just now you were going back and forth, and there were only six bullets in the gun.

Finally, he locked onto Chen Tianhua, who was no longer covered. Just when he thought he could hit the target with one hit, the gun actually ran out of bullets.

Futian was unwilling to give in and kept pulling the trigger.

Chen Tianhua took advantage of the opportunity and fell to the ground in pain, and suddenly made a sweeping kick.

In panic, Fukuda jumped to avoid it, but was punched in the abdomen.

"Ah..." He screamed, took ten steps back, fell to the ground, and his pistol flew far away.

Chen Tianhua endured the severe pain and stood up from the grass. He was unable to pursue, but solemnly pulled out the military dagger used in leggings.

Futian was hit hard by this punch. Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not going well and quickly retreated, otherwise this punch would definitely damage his internal organs.

He slowly stood up from the ground with his right hand, took out the military dagger used in leggings, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, stood solemnly, and stared at his opponent.

Chen Tianhua is well aware that he has difficulty moving, and he has always been good at attacking in close combat. Now he can only rely on his own tight defense to disrupt the opponent's offense and find flaws in the opponent's defense.

I saw his left arm across his chest, and his right hand with a military dagger spread out in front of his abdomen.

Seeing this scene, Futian also knew that it was the final moment of death, and a cruel close-quarters combat took place.

When it came to kung fu, Futian had heard about Chen Tianhua's fierce attacks and methods, but he thought that the fighting skills in the army were no worse than those of his opponents.

In addition, the opponent seems to be seriously injured now, and his movements and reactions are definitely not as good as usual. And he still has a right hand and two legs, so in principle, he can mainly attack.
Chapter completed!