The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 290: Dark Night Street Fight: Defeat the Enemy with a Stick, Survive in Desperate Situation

When Lei Tao passed a corner, he keenly noticed someone peeping at him in the dark. He immediately leaned sideways against the corner of the wall, holding the pistol tightly in his right hand.

At that moment, a sharp sound of piercing air suddenly rang out. Lei Tao instinctively jerked his neck back. Several cross-shaped darts grazed his scalp and lodged in the wall behind him, their bodies still humming and vibrating. He looked up and saw Nakajima Ninja, dressed in a tight black suit, standing ghostly on the wall of a residential building, his stern silhouette outlined by the moonlight.

At the same time, Lei Tao caught a glimpse of the alley entrance. A ninja named Makita, wielding a katana in one hand, was rapidly approaching in a strange S-shaped pattern. The blade reflected a cold light, contrasting with his steady, yet oppressive pace.

Lei Tao thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly dodged the cross darts with his familiarity with the environment, looking for an opportunity to counterattack. He knew that facing these two difficult ninjas, any mistake could be fatal.

Seeing that the cross dart had missed Lei Tao, Nakajima let out a low cry and then drew several throwing knives from his waist, fanning them towards Lei Tao. The knives, wrapped in a sharp gust of wind, streaked with cold light in the night. Lei Tao's pupils constricted. On the brink of death, he instinctively summoned all his strength and leaped to his feet, striking the wall with a powerful kick, using the reaction force to perform a breathtaking backflip. The knives missed, colliding with the stone wall, sending up a shower of dazzling sparks.

The moment Lei Tao landed, his right hand darted into his chest like lightning, pulling out his M1911 pistol. Using the momentum of his fall, he flicked his wrist and quickly loaded and released the safety. Then, he raised the muzzle and decisively fired two shots at Nakajima, who was standing on the wall. The bullets whizzed out, and Nakajima reacted quickly, his body flashing like a ghost, the bullets glancing off the corner of his clothes.

Lei Tao didn't have time to pause, swiftly turning and firing several more shots at the advancing Makita. Makita, a seasoned ninja, spun in an S-shaped pattern through the alley at incredible speed, his bullets missing. Makita dodged, rapidly closing the distance between him and Lei Tao, his katana flashing coldly as he neared the point of reaching Lei Tao.

Lei Tao knew that using a pistol in close combat with the ninja was disadvantageous to him. He retreated, quickly sheathing his pistol. With a flick of his right hand, he pulled out a high-voltage electric shock-capable steel baton from the Bagua spinning top. With a flick of his wrist, the baton instantly deflected, its metallic sheen gleaming in the moonlight.

Suddenly, he found himself facing a high wall behind him, his retreat cut off. Meanwhile, Nakajima swerved from the side, his hands gripping the dagger tightly, his eyes revealing a determination to kill. Nakajima's footsteps were so light, almost inaudible, that he approached with the swiftness of a ghost in the night.

At the same time, Makita also adjusted his state and rushed towards Lei Tao again, holding the samurai sword high in his hand. The blade reflected the cold moonlight and exuded a chilling chill. Makita's attack was swift and powerful, and every step was accompanied by a strong sense of oppression. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lei Tao and swung the sword from top to bottom, chopping Lei Tao's head.

Lei Tao didn't panic. He quickly dodged to the left, avoiding the fatal blow. Makita's sword struck the wall, sending up a shower of stone chips. Seizing the moment when Makita's strength had waned and his new strength had yet to return, Lei Tao swung his steel baton, striking Makita's wrist fiercely. A crisp, bone-breaking sound echoed, and Makita felt the pain as his sword fell to the ground.

However, Nakajima, taking advantage of Lei Tao's attack on Makita, had already advanced, two daggers spitting out like venomous snakes, stabbing Lei Tao in the abdomen and throat. Lei Tao quickly withdrew his baton and crossed his arms to block. The daggers pierced the baton with two crisp clangs. Lei Tao pushed hard, forcing Nakajima back a few steps.

Despite a wrist injury, Makita endured the excruciating pain, stooped, picked up his samurai sword, and rejoined the battle. He and Nakajima, flanking Lei Tao, trapped him. With his back against the wall, Lei Tao's gaze was determined, fearless. He knew this fight held no room for retreat; every attack and defense was a matter of life and death.

Nakajima struck first, clenching the dagger with both hands and slashing it in a crisscross pattern, rapidly stabbing at Lei Tao's throat, chest, and other vital areas. Lei Tao, closely watching Nakajima's movements, exerted force on his wrist, spinning the steel baton in front of him rapidly, the front end of the baton tracing a circular trajectory, blocking all the dagger's attacks. The dagger struck the baton, sending sparks flying and making a clanging sound that echoed in the narrow alley.

Not to be outdone, Makita, enduring the excruciating pain in his wrist, wielded his katana with one hand, launching a fierce sideways attack. His footwork was nimble, constantly changing the angle of attack, attempting to break through Lei Tao's defenses. While fending off Nakajima's attacks, Lei Tao dodged Makita's blade while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Suddenly, Nakajima seized a gap in Lei Tao's defense and thrust his dagger into his chest. Without a second thought, Lei Tao twisted his body sideways, the dagger grazing his clothes. At that moment, Lei Tao seized the opportunity left by Nakajima's excessive force and slammed his baton into his arm. Nakajima screamed, and the dagger flew out of his hand.

Seeing this, Makita roared in anger and rushed towards Lei Tao recklessly. His katana slashed at Lei Tao's neck with a whirring sound. Lei Tao quickly squatted, avoiding the fatal blow, and at the same time, he touched the end of his baton to the ground. Using the rebound force, he spun his body rapidly, and the baton was like a black lightning, hitting Makita's knee hard. Makita's legs gave way and he fell to one knee.

Lei Tao's attack was unstoppable, leaving Nakajima no chance to breathe. He pressed forward, his form swift as an arrow, closing in on him in the blink of an eye. With a whirring sound and immense force, he swung his baton straight at Nakajima's neck. Just as the baton was about to reach Nakajima, Lei Tao's index finger pressed the high-voltage shock switch precisely and decisively. Instantly, a sizzling sound erupted in the air, and blue currents, like nimble, electric snakes, spread wildly along the baton's shaft.

Nakajima's pupils contracted sharply as he witnessed this scene, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief. He exclaimed, "What kind of strange weapon is this?" He instinctively turned sideways to avoid it, but Lei Tao's every move was precisely calculated. In his eyes, his movements were like slow motion. Everything was under Lei Tao's control, and Nakajima had no chance of avoiding it.

The next second, the baton and the electric current struck Nakajima almost simultaneously. As if struck by an invisible, immense force, Nakajima's body shook violently, then began to twitch uncontrollably. His legs instantly lost all strength, becoming as limp as a stripped-out noodle. With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes closing as he passed out.

After dealing with Nakajima, Lei Tao turned to face Makita. Makita struggled to stand, but the excruciating pain in his knee prevented him from doing so. He stared at Lei Tao, his eyes filled with fear and despair. Lei Tao slowly approached, and Makita raised his katana in a final stand. Lei Tao's eyes glared, and he swung his baton, striking Makita's wrist with precision, sending the sword crashing to the ground.