Tokyo: Parasite

Chapter 384 154: Pilgrimage

"Here is the location of the tendon. If you don't want to kill anyone for the time being, you can sever it here first to make them lose their ability to resist and avoid being killed in return."

"But I don't recommend doing this. Evil should be punished. Killing them is the best retribution."

“This will also reduce the occurrence of accidents.”

The nation of drug lords.

Border zone.

In the base of a certain drug lord, Oakley the Filthy Winged One rarely left a drug lord alive. He tied him to a pillar among the corpses on the ground and gave the woman in front of him simple training by pointing at various parts of his body.

Daisy held the dagger, looking at the other party's pleading eyes, her hands shaking. She looked at the tip of the knife, then at Oakley who was standing beside her with an indifferent expression.

"Okay, you can start now."

When Daisy heard this, she did not hesitate for a moment. An excited smile appeared on her face, and her hands stopped shaking with excitement. She tried all the positions that Oakley had just explained.

"Ahh! Madman! Kill me, just kill me!"

His screams became more intense and then dying, and finally his throat was slit by the bloody Daisy, and his eyes finally flashed with relief.

This wasn't the first time she had put Oakley's words into practice, but it was the most smooth and natural one.

After being fed with human blood, she can now automatically practice predicting the results of cutting different parts of the body, and her mind is almost accurate, as skilled as a pig farmer castrating pigs.

"Yes, it seems that the training is effective. Tomorrow night, you can fight with me. But I have to remind you one last thing. It's not too late to quit now. Take some money, cross the border, and go to that country. Maybe you will live a good life there."

"After all, you are just an ordinary person. A random bullet on the battlefield can kill you."

"If you were caught alive, the worst possible outcome you could imagine would be better than the actual outcome."

Oakley gave one last piece of advice.

His attitude towards ordinary people and towards evil people has always been very different.

Since he left Morelia, Daisy has followed him across half of the drug country.

Oakley's original intention was to make her give up, but he didn't expect that she would persist and follow him all the way to the present.

However, what Oakley admired most about her was her attitude of never tolerating evil and feeling excitement rather than fear when killing people.

He vaguely guessed that some past experience might have led to her hidden personality, but he didn't ask further.

"I can stay with you and cook for you. After all, you can't always eat canned food. You can't find meals that suit your taste every day. And if there is something that you are not convenient to do, I can do it for you. I also have a legal identity, so I can help a little. I don't want to be a hostess anymore. Didn't you tell me that people should control their own destiny?" She tried to express her role and raised the dagger in her hand, "This is my destiny."

Oakley nodded calmly and took the dagger back from her hand: "Very good, give me your fate first, and I will give it back to you tomorrow."

Daisy's bloody face broke into a smile.

She knew Oakley agreed.

The experience during this period was something she had never experienced before. Although it was hard, the pleasure she felt when she saw those evil people dying under her knife with despair in their eyes was incomparable to anything else.

The two of them packed up briefly, then left the base and headed towards the nearby city.

Oakley's next target is in the city.

But because he was with an ordinary person, he could only drive there instead of flying directly.

"Oakley, you said before that you would go abroad in a while. Can you tell me where you are going now?"

"Japan."

"Japan? Why?"

"Because that is the hometown of angels."

Daisy didn't quite understand, but she could see the longing that Oakley showed.

Perhaps, this is a so-called pilgrimage to the holy land?

Oakley didn't say much about his own past, but kept following him in the wilderness, and Daisy also lacked channels to get information from the outside world.

After driving for half a day and stopping twice for gas and meals, we finally arrived at our destination city just as night was approaching.

There are very few cars on the road because this place is located on the edge of the Sonoran Desert and is sparsely populated.

Prick—!

Oakley suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the pickup truck made a violent sound of sand and gravel rubbing against the dirt road. After seven or eight meters, the car finally stopped.

"Ah, what happened?" Daisy pressed his head, quickly pulled out the gun with his free hand, and asked vigilantly. He knew that Oakley would never brake suddenly for no reason. With his reaction ability and eyesight, it would be difficult for anything on the road to pose a threat.

Braking suddenly now could only mean that something unexpected had happened that he had not expected.

Oakley became very silent. He sat in the car, quietly looking at the dirt road ahead illuminated by the headlights. There was nothing on it.

"Oakley? Oakley?"

Daisy called out cautiously a few more times.

Oakley seemed to finally come to his senses and looked at Daisy deeply.

"I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have missed something. You may have to go through the rest of the journey by yourself."

"Ah?" Daisy was a little confused. "You mean, I should go into the city first and then wait for you, right?"

".Yeah. By the way, this dagger is a gift for you." Oakley took out the dagger used to kill someone in the morning, which was still wearing a leather sheath.

Daisy noticed something was wrong with Oakley and took the dagger hesitantly: "Thank you, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, let's go into the city first." Oakley opened the car door and got out.

Daisy moved to the driving seat, opened the window, and looked back worriedly. The sky was dark blue and night was about to cover the desert. With her eyesight, she could only tell that it was an ordinary evening.

"Let's go, drive slowly." Oakley lit a cigarette and waved for her to leave.

Daisy knew she couldn't help, so she could only drive away in the designated direction.

However, this was the first time she saw Oakley smoking in all the time they had been together.

"call"

After smoking a cigarette, it was almost completely dark.

The car had disappeared from sight, he threw down the cigarette butt and stomped it out.

Yumi Takashima slowly descended from mid-air, drowning out the last ray of afterglow, holding a long knife, looking coldly at Oakley in front of her.

"So, you deliberately let me go in South Australia?" Oakley had already guessed.

Takashima raised his long sword and nodded slightly.

"Haha, you really put a lot of effort into finding the Angel's trail. You've followed me for such a long time, and you must have scolded me countless times. Haha, I'm sorry, but in the end I let you return empty-handed and wasted such a long time." Oakley laughed, and the wings behind him pierced through his clothes and appeared.

"It's okay. I have no shortage of patience. It's just that it seems like you've been completely abandoned."

"Maybe, but I don't care. I'm honored to be a chess piece of the angel, even if I'm a discarded piece." Oakley produced two black knives with his hands, and the black wings behind him turned into black flames.

Gao Dao was a little surprised by his current personality. She still remembered that when she first met him in South Australia, he was full of middle school sense and kept shouting words like justice and sin. Now he seems to be much calmer.

In that case, let him die in peace.

Oakley has now lost its usefulness to Yumi Takashima.

Oakley rushed forward first, waving the two swords in his hands, but both were easily blocked by Takashima.

"Your angel, sits and watches your death."

Takashima counterattacked with a sword and directly cut off his two swords, but the strength gap between the two was still huge.

Oakley's eyes were filled with determination, he did not dodge, taking the opportunity to get closer, his wings suddenly expanded, and rolled the space where the two of them were into a black ball.

"My Lord Angel, my death is not in vain!"

On the dirt road.

Daisy seemed to sense something, so she stopped the car and looked back at the night sky.

I saw a not-so-bright white light flash by, illuminating the area for less than half a second, and then quickly returned to calm, even shorter than a meteor.

Daisy held the steering wheel, breathing rapidly and looking struggling.

She looked at the dagger Oakley gave her, slowly picked it up, took off the leather sheath, and saw the word "Destiny" newly engraved on the dagger.

Daisy stared blankly for a few seconds before putting down the dagger, turning the car around quickly, and speeding back the way she came.

"Faster. Faster!"

Finally, she saw the long trace of Oakley's sudden braking, but there was no trace of the other party around.

The dark desert was dead silent, even the chirping of insects was rare.

In such dead silence, she turned off the engine, opened the window, and listened quietly.

After a while, she seemed to hear some sound, picked up the gun, flashlight and dagger, hurriedly opened the car door, and headed in a certain direction.

After walking like this for less than two minutes, she finally found the answer under the light of the flashlight.

One part broke off from the shoulder, and black blood was oozing out, as if the broken arm was still twitching slightly.

Daisy's eyes lost their luster and she approached slowly, incredulously.

The flashlight shone on the broken arm, where there was a tattoo that looked very familiar to her.

Oakley

She knelt softly on the sand, put her hand on the open palm of the broken arm, and burst into tears.

It was unknown how long it was before she wiped away her tears, took off her clothes, and wrapped up the stump.

Then he returned to the car and wandered around the area, looking for more body parts.

But in the end nothing was found.

It was as if the rest of Oakley's body had evaporated.

She found daybreak, then darkness, then daybreak again before finally giving up.

At this moment, she looked extremely shabby, like a refugee fleeing famine.

Two days passed and she gradually accepted this reality. However, she was still confused and didn't know what to do.

Finally, her eyes fell on the severed arm.

Oakley's severed arm was very peculiar. It had very obvious features at first, but as time went by, the skin gradually turned black and hard, but it never smelled rotten.

She didn't know who killed Oakley, but she knew that Oakley must have foreseen his own death when he let her go.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have given her the dagger in advance as promised tomorrow.

Daisy moved a stone to the place where she found the broken arm and buried half of it in the ground, like a monument.

"I'm sorry, even though I hold my destiny in my hands, I haven't found my next life goal yet."

"So, lend me the two goals you told me, Oakley, and let me complete them for you. Maybe in the process, I will find my own goal."

She resumed her journey and drove towards her destination city where she was late.

The drug lord on Oakley's list has not been killed yet.

Daisy knew that she couldn't do what Oakley did and kill all the enemies without any hesitation, but with the money and equipment accumulated in this car, it was not impossible to kill the enemy leader.

three days later.

The leader of the Coke Gang and several of his confidants died in their own luxurious villas. Afterwards, an internal struggle for power broke out within the gang, resulting in heavy casualties.

At the same time, a criminal record was handed over to the police station in the city.

Considering that the Coke Gang had been badly damaged, the authorities immediately took action to wipe it out for their own benefit.

At this time, Daisy had already rushed to the nearest airport.

She threw away almost everything, obtained certification for the dagger and severed arm as artifacts and movie props, took the remaining money, and prepared to go to Japan to complete Oakley's final pilgrimage.

I also hope that in Japan, she can find the answer to her future life.

With the help of smart search, she relied on the ability shown by Oakley and finally found his past and the outside world's speculation about him. She probably guessed that the angel Oakley mentioned was the black angel.

But the Black Angel had many enemies, and Oakley had never mentioned this to her, so she had no way of knowing who killed him.

She suppressed her ridiculous thoughts of revenge. How could an ordinary person like her deal with such an extraordinary person who could kill Oakley in such a short time? It was just laughable.

I rushed to the airport. The airport here is very small. There are only a few international flights, none to Japan. If I want to go to Japan, I have to transfer first.

She was holding a Japanese speed pass and reading it while waiting in the terminal hall.

Daisy was not far away.

Yumi Takashima glanced at her.

Her enemies are only Shirai Kyoko and her followers, and she will not deliberately take action against their followers as long as they do not hinder her.

During the battle that night, Oakley launched a close-range self-destruction, which was not fatal to her, but she was still injured.

For safety reasons, she rested for a few days in a nearby city, and only prepared to leave after she had adjusted herself and made sure her condition had returned to its peak.

She could feel that there should be a piece of Oakley's relics in Daisy's suitcase, but Oakley was already dead, and that piece of relics could only be used as extraordinary materials and had no other use, so she didn't care.

Based on the intelligence collected during this period, her next destination is Rio.

Although there were no killings against the rich or gangsters there, which was not in line with Shirai Anko's usual style, at the moment, there was no place more suitable than there.

If Shirai Anko decided to suppress her murderous intent and go into hiding, it only meant that she was planning something bigger and more dangerous.

(End of this chapter)