Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 246 - 246 246 Feeling of Troops Approaching the City

246: Chapter 246 Feeling of Troops Approaching the City 246: Chapter 246 Feeling of Troops Approaching the City Koizumi Ichiro was shouting rhythmically over there, not so much for the physical pleasure, but rather for the psychological joy of success.

He wanted to express all the joy in his heart, so he chose this way to do so.

Although he was writhing his body, perhaps there was no erection, or if there was, it was too small to elicit any reaction from the woman beneath him, which is why the female subordinate, despite being taken, had no reaction at all.

Koizumi Ichiro repeated the thrusting motions over and over, he wanted to trample the woman beneath him just as he would trample the Chinese people.

In his heart, the Chinese were nothing but playthings under his crotch.

It’s unclear how much time had passed when he finally grew tired and then lay on the bed laughing loudly.

Lying there, he babbled for a while, as if talking to himself or to the female translator beside him.

Speaking in Japanese, the gist of his words was that the Chinese were all worthless, awaiting the moment he would exhaust their resources.

Once he researched the Chinese physique and developed medicines targeted at them, the Chinese would become playthings in his hands, rendering their claim to be a superpower laughable.

The more Koizumi Ichiro thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn’t help but pick up his phone and dial out.

The phone rang several times without answer, which irritated him.

He had set a rule with his subordinates that his calls must be answered within three rings, or else they would face punishment.

But after four rings with no answer, his annoyance grew, and he started babbling angrily.

After the phone rang a fifth time, Koizumi Ichiro hung up abruptly.

“Come here, come here…” Koizumi Ichiro shouted loudly.

Just then, someone came in through the door, with a serious face and a quick glance at the bed, eyeing the beautiful body lying there.

“Call Dr.

Wang and the others for me.

They dare not answer my call, do they want to die?” Koizumi Ichiro shouted out loud.

“Sir, I’m afraid something has happened.

I also couldn’t get through to them when I called,” the man said in Japanese.

“What?” Koizumi Ichiro was startled, then took the phone and dialed again, but still, no one picked up, “Gather everyone.”

He suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly got dressed.

Seeing something was amiss, his female translator also hurriedly got dressed.

She was Koizumi Ichiro’s translator as well as his bodyguard, but she also held another important role, that of being his outlet for venting.

Though Koizumi Ichiro had a bad premonition, he didn’t panic.

He immediately summoned his people, and by the time he came down from upstairs, the people below were already lined up, standing at attention.

“Battle stations, move out now,” Koizumi Ichiro said, his face now stern, devoid of his previous arrogance.

However, as soon as they stepped outside the villa, they saw a large convoy speeding towards them from a distance.

The convoy had at least twenty vehicles, unabashedly charging towards the villa.

Koizumi Ichiro was inwardly startled upon seeing this, already sensing that the convoy was coming for him.

“Go back.” Koizumi Ichiro made a swift decision, signaling everyone to retreat back into the villa.

Koizumi Ichiro went straight to the second floor and observed the convoy.

Indeed, upon arrival, the vehicles immediately surrounded the villa.

Koizumi Ichiro watched in confusion.

The convoy consisted of all kinds of vehicles, and although it was unclear who was sitting inside, he felt that these people were unlikely to be the military or the police.

If it were the military or the police, Koizumi Ichiro could understand, but looking at them now, these people seemed more like a ragtag militia.

He had no idea where this new force had emerged from.

As he pondered this, a figure suddenly got out of the car.

This man was tall, with short hair, and looked quite spirited.

The only unsettling thing was the bloodstains all over him, which looked particularly frightening at night.

“Xiang Yu?” Koizumi Ichiro couldn’t help but blurt out.

At that moment, the man below was standing with his hands behind his back, then looked up at the second floor.

It was indeed Xiang Yu—who else could it be?

“It’s Xiang Yu,” Koizumi Ichiro suddenly pointed at Xiang Yu and then burst out laughing.

He had thought some major power had come to pick a fight, but to his surprise, it turned out to be Xiang Yu, that worthless trash.

He had followed and investigated Xiang Yu for a week and concluded that Xiang Yu was nothing more than a punk—a nobody destined to amount to nothing in life.

Thus, when he saw it was Xiang Yu, Koizumi Ichiro’s heart instantly relaxed.

“Xiang Yu, what are you doing bringing so many people here?” Koizumi Ichiro shouted from the upstairs.

Xiang Yu didn’t speak, merely standing there with his hands behind his back, which had an air of pretentiousness about it.

“Let’s go, we’ll go down to see,” Koizumi Ichiro gestured and then made to head downstairs.

At that moment, his female interpreter suddenly pulled at him, saying, “I think this Xiang Yu is not as simple as he appears.

I can sense a kind of unyielding aura about him, the kind that belongs to a soldier.”

“Oh?” Koizumi Ichiro took another long look at Xiang Yu who stood below.

No matter how he looked, Xiang Yu just seemed like a stupid thug with no such aura to speak of.

Then, ignoring the female interpreter’s advice, he directly led his people downstairs.

Deep down, he thought of Xiang Yu as nothing more than a small-time hoodlum, because if Xiang Yu weren’t just that, it would mean their previous investigations had all been wrong.

He was certain his investigation couldn’t be mistaken.

If his investigation were wrong, then this Xiang Yu would be too terrifying.

Their investigations had been conducted in secret, with Xiang Yu none the wiser.

Koizumi Ichiro arrived downstairs with his group, staying right by the door, not daring to step forward.

His subordinates surrounded him in the middle, nervously holding their handguns and surveying their surroundings.

“Xiang Yu, why are you here?

You’ve already signed over that plot of land, it’s mine now; you can’t take it back.” The entire conflict between Koizumi Ichiro and Xiang Yu had started over land.

He was convinced that Xiang Yu was here today for the land, and had called so many friends for this purpose.

What surprised him, however, was that while his subordinates had already drawn their guns, Xiang Yu’s face still had that smug look, which made Koizumi Ichiro very uncomfortable.

His attention turned once again to the bloodstains on Xiang Yu’s body, which he had already noticed from the second floor, but now he could see them even clearer.

Xiang Yu’s body, including his pants and shoes, were covered in blood, giving off a disturbing sight.

How much blood must there be to have stained him like this?

Could he possibly be such an imbecile?

Koizumi Ichiro thought a lot, but he would never imagine that one of his secret locations had already been taken down by Xiang Yu, and the bloodstains on Xiang Yu’s body were that of his subordinates…