"Mr. Yamamoto, I'm the captain, follow my orders!"
"You should understand the mission we're on in Hokkaido! Otsuka Koji! We cannot surrender!"
Pat-dah-lah~
Bang!
Tat-tat-tat!
Yamamoto Benji pulled the bolt of his Type 89 rifle and swept it towards Otsuka Koji!
The underdog indeed was professional, no nonsense, just got straight to it; he was downright crazy, howling as he fired, and the latter was turned into a sieve, fell to the ground without uttering even a single curse.
The nearby signalman and radar operator were just as unlucky, getting caught in the crossfire, even the radar screen was shattered.
"Captain Otsuka Koji is dead! Now I take command, counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!" Yamamoto Benji shouted.
It was a battle like that of a cornered beast, with bloodshot eyes.
Why did the "Hokkaido" come from Asia to North America?
Just to visit an old man?
No!
They were also transporting drugs!
