Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 381 151: The New King

"I've heard about you."

"Recently, the underground world of São Paulo has been saying that someone has provoked an extraordinary killer."

"They specifically kill those of us who have committed many evil deeds and committed many sins."

"I thought it would be my turn soon, but I didn't expect that I would still be alive today."

The recognized underground emperor of São Paulo, the commander respected by outsiders, is now sitting on his luxurious bed, smoking a cigar in his left hand and lingering on the valuable bed with his right hand.

Xavier walked up to him silently and asked: "Do you remember how many people you have killed over the years?"

The commander shook his head and put down his cigar. "You only know that I killed a lot of people, but you know they are innocent? Or, if you kill a bad guy like me, does that mean you are guilty too?"

"Sophistry is useless to me. The drugs, crimes, and rapes committed by your gang are too numerous to list. I've been to your [Royal Palace] and it's disgusting." Xavier was unmoved. Allowing them to say a few words before they died was the greatest mercy he could offer.

Otherwise, he could just cut off the other person's head and walk away.

The commander said nothing and threw down his cigar.

"You are right, but you have never thought about it. This is human nature. Even without a commander like me, there will be generals and commanders. We are not destroying this city. On the contrary, we are maintaining more order and protecting more people."

"Protect more people to provide you with a steady stream of income and manpower." Xavier coldly exposed the commander's cover-up.

The commander shrugged, not thinking there was anything wrong with this: "Yes, but isn't that what the country does?"

"You haven't experienced the past. Rather than saying that our power was snatched from the government, it's more like people making their best choice."

Xavier didn't want to pay attention to this sophistry, he stretched out his hand, and an ice blade condensed in his hand: "If this is your last words, it's time to get on the road."

".Heh, it seems that those movies and TV shows that just a few words can make superheroes have psychological struggles are all lies." The commander laughed at himself, then looked at Xavier seriously, "Killing me will only make this city worse. You should understand this. My money doesn't just go into my pocket. A large part of it can be said that I am the dishonorable glove of this country. Even though I have had a lot of confrontations with the authorities on the surface, in some ways, we are complementary partners."

"I believe I can handle it." Xavier flicked out the ice knife and inserted it neatly into the commander's throat.

"woo"

The commander did not struggle, but just covered the wound, slowly lay down and grabbed the bed sheet tightly.

What flashed through my mind was the scene of myself as a child lying on a straw mat on the cold floor of the slums, swearing that I would sleep on a luxurious big bed in the future.

At least, I got what I wanted.

And even more people have fallen on the road to realizing their insignificant wishes.

As he thought about this, his vision gradually blurred, as if he saw his former enemies staring at him with ill intentions.

The blood soaked the bed quilt, turning it into a blood flower. The commander gradually lost his voice, and there was no trace of Xavier in the room.

On the streets of São Paulo at night, a few pedestrians were shopping when they suddenly felt their cheeks were a little cold.

"Is this snow?"

They touched the snowflakes on their shoulders and looked as if they had seen a ghost.

This is the Tropic of Capricorn!
January is the hottest month, how could it snow?

But these little snowflakes came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of further falling snowflakes.

It almost seems like an illusion.

Xavier returned to his residence in São Paulo. The commander's words did not shake him, but he fell into deep thought, wondering if there was a better solution to rebuild this exhausted country.

The first person he naturally thought of was Fei Du, his life mentor and benefactor.

So instead of continuing to collect evidence of other gangs' crimes, he came back and wanted to talk to Fei Du.

"It seems that our vigilante has encountered some troubles. Then, I am also happy to be the fat man next to the superhero, even though I am not fat enough and I don't know hacking skills."

Feidu has completed today's experimental goals and is lying on the sofa watching the news to learn about what has happened in the past two days and the official actions.

Xavier didn't usually come back so early, and looking at his expression, it was obvious that he was worried.

Feidu feels like he's almost becoming an expert in chicken soup for the soul, but Xavier is his most important experimental material. No one can be without Xavier, so he must be given adequate care to make sure he doesn't grow up in a crooked way.

"Teacher, can we really make this country a better place with our own strength?" Xavier asked a little confused.

"That's not certain. Maybe tomorrow we will be strangled by Ito and the Paladins and disappear in history. It's also possible that we will find evidence of their connection with Voodoo, vindicate your grievances, and let everyone see their true colors. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Even the Saint of Pakistan, Naimai, who is said to be able to see the future, was recently attacked by extremists from David."

"So, the future is something that is really unpredictable. That is why, since nothing is set in stone, we have reason to fight for it."

Fei Du gulped down another bowl of thick chicken soup, and Xavier's expression finally became relaxed.

Very good, Non-Toxic has gained experience and flavor from cooking chicken soup. He feels that even if he has not joined the Soul Assembly and has followed his original life trajectory to become a success guru, he might still be able to live a good life.

"By the way, did you meet the people in the choir?"

"Not yet. I feel they are very good people. They have helped many people in the church."

"Maybe, but I hope you won't let your momentary kindness delay important matters when we meet. Besides, you also need some suitable opponents to train your abilities. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to surpass Ito Makoto and Pastor Brand."

"I understand."

"I believe you." Feidu patted Xavier's shoulder and stood up. "Well, I should go to rest. If you can collect any materials from those extraordinary people, remember to bring them with you. Maybe it will help me develop the antidote for the resurrection corpse."

After hearing this, Xavier's eyes lit up, he nodded affirmatively, and took the matter to heart.

His few relatives died from the resurrection poison, so as long as the research on non-poison did not violate the principles, he would unconditionally agree to it.

Just like he didn't feel much about money and didn't crave it much. As long as he could maintain a normal life, he didn't mind eating worse.

But considering that Fei Du's research might require the purchase of sophisticated instruments, after he cleans up those gangs, he will give 70% of the money he gets to the orphans whose families were destroyed by these gangs, and he will keep 30% for himself to save so that he can take it out when Fei Du needs it.

Although he didn't know how much savings Fei Du had, they had to spend a lot of money on the way from Belo City to São Paulo to buy a house, so he had to be prepared in advance.

"Today, let's rest early."

"Robbed someone in the street? And then found the victim who had been violated in a park not far away? Is it so arrogant?"

In the police car, several detectives were discussing a case that happened this morning.

"As you can see, the murderer is a homeless man with very strong physique. He carried the victim on his shoulders and walked very fast. His physique is already at the standard of an athlete." The captain of the team added a few words and shook his head.

"He looks like a mental patient. Be careful if he resists." The deputy captain reminded him. He said he was being careful, but in fact he was reminding them to shoot immediately if the procedure was met, and not to let the man live to face the trial.

"It would be terrible if he ran into that vigilante or those two from the Orthodox Church."

"We can handle these things. We can't rely on those extraordinary beings for everything."

Someone asked weakly, "You think it's impossible for that person to be a transcendent?"

The voices in the car suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at the detective who had just spoken.

"Uh, I was just talking," the detective scratched his head awkwardly.

"No, go on, what is the basis for your judgment?" The deputy captain handed over the tablet, on which the scene of the homeless man rushing into the crowd and carrying the person away was repeatedly played.

"Don't you think he did it too easily? And the way his legs exerted force, it was as if he was not bearing any force at all. And how could a homeless man have so much strength?" He explained according to his own understanding.

Everyone listened and thought it made some sense.

Because this case is too obvious, and although the murderer seems to be quite strong, his behavior does not exceed the human level, so the tone is set as a homeless man with great physical strength but perhaps mental problems.

"Okay, that does make some sense, but that alone won't convince our superiors to request the assistance of those two extraordinary people. However, we can use our maximum firepower and take precautions." To be on the safe side, the captain changed the firepower configuration and action plan.

The two cars quickly arrived at the area where the murderer was located. That was the scene captured by the surveillance camera. He could obviously choose to bypass the surveillance camera, but he just showed up so brazenly, as if he was not afraid at all.

"It's a rave bar, a favorite of young men and women. Luckily, their boss just died a few days ago, otherwise we would have run into a lot of trouble if we came here."

"Have you told the current bar manager?"

"I did, but he refused to evacuate. He said he would find the person himself and then throw him at the door."

The deputy captain raised an eyebrow, which was consistent with the style of these gangsters.

It's just a murderer. They have so many talented people and complete weapons, so they can deal with any crime.

How could someone who could open a bar in São Paulo be so easily scared?

"Let's make another call. We can't just stand here and wait for someone to be thrown at the door," the deputy captain nodded at the two tattooed gangsters at the door.

boom!
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang at the door of the bar and a man was thrown out heavily.

“Did you really throw it out?”

Listening to the DJ noise coming from the open door, the captain led his men forward to identify whether the man was the murderer.

The next second, two more people screamed and were thrown out. This time they all saw clearly that the blood on the ground had gathered into a small stream, flowing towards the captain's feet.

The two gangsters recognized that the person who was knocked out was one of their own. They yelled and cursed with ugly faces, pulled out their guns in front of the police, and rushed into the bar without saying a word.

"Hey! Don't be impulsive!"

The captain did not follow, but instead arranged for someone to take out rifles and other things from the trunk.

Bang bang!

Amid the noise, two gunshots were faintly heard, followed by screams.

After a while, a group of men and women dressed like a group of demons ran out.

"Damn it, everyone, keep your eyes open, don't let the criminal escape in the crowd!"

"Go and catch someone and ask him what happened inside?"

The deputy captain grabbed a hot woman dressed as a vampire and asked, "What happened in there?"

"Murder! Murder! There was a gunshot!" The vampire looked very excited. He jumped and explained. The two lumps shaking along made it difficult for the deputy captain to concentrate.

He asked for a few more key pieces of information, but the woman was just a follower and didn't know much, so the deputy captain reluctantly let her go.

"Captain, two people said they met a person dressed as a homeless person, but since it happened to be a costume party tonight, they didn't take it seriously."

"We have requested support from the bureau. To prevent the other party from taking hostages, evacuate those people immediately."

"Yes! I hiss. Captain, look."

As the crowd stared in wide-eyed amazement, they saw a homeless man covered in blood, holding two terrified heads, and walking slowly out of the bar door, stepping on the blood.

"Are you here to welcome the new king?"

Lucy gave a creepy smile.

"Shoot!" the captain ordered immediately.

In an instant, gunshots rang out and sparks flew.

Lucy was bruised and covered his eyes, picked up a corpse to use as a human shield, and rushed to one of the police officers.

"you--"

Bang! The policeman's head was hit by a punch.

"This is--"

Another person had his gun taken away from him, and Lucy shot him in the crotch, causing him to scream.

"How disrespectful!"

The captain looked at his intestines being pulled out, the gun in his hand fell weakly, and the whole person slowly fell to the ground.

"I am the new king of St. Paul! I am your master! All of this belongs to me!"

After killing all the detectives, Lucy raised his hands high and shouted excitedly like a victorious general.

Oh oh oh!
Not far away, the sound of sirens began to form an encirclement. Lucy laughed twice, rushed into the crowd, knocked down a few guys who were blocking his way, kidnapped his target, jumped onto the roof, and walked away.

Only blood and fear were left.

"God."

When the police officers who came to reinforce saw this scene, they couldn't help but cover their mouths and widen their eyes.

(End of this chapter)