A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 247 Justice Execution
In the alley outside the seafood shop,

"Second Brother, Third Brother, robbing a bank is just too much—"

Bang!
Dalang hadn't finished speaking when
He was interrupted by a fist that suddenly grazed his nose.

He slammed his fist against the wall next to him, and flying cement fragments hit Dalang's face, causing him pain.

“They’ve been talking nonstop since before.”

The fist retracted from the wall, leaving behind cracks: with the support of 'qi', flesh and blood could now rival the cement of ordinary buildings.

Saburo turned his head, and killing intent reappeared in his eyes.

"You coward, do you want to die?"

Will die

I'll die! I'll die!!
Meeting his younger brother's gaze, Dalang felt a chill run through him, his pupils trembled, and even his breath stopped.

"Alright, Sanlang."

Erlang spoke again to ease the tension.
This time, however, his gaze was equally cold.

"Don't make things too difficult for him; he's just an 'ordinary person.'"

? !
As Erlang uttered these words, Dalang felt not only his body grow cold, but also his heart.

His two younger brothers gained supernatural powers, and in their eyes, he was no longer their eldest brother.

"Hey, go find a car."

Erlang waved his hand, looking every bit like he was ordering his underlings around.

"Go!"

"yes,"

I feel like staying here.

Knowing he would be killed in the next second, Dalang quickly lowered his head and did as instructed.

Stealing cars was nothing new to a petty thug like him; it was just that he used to do it with his two brothers, but now he did it all by himself.

Fortunately, he was lucky and soon Dalang found a vehicle by the roadside, where his two younger brothers lay down on the back seat.

Dalang, acting as the driver, then drove towards their destination.

"These guys,"

Miya Hana, who arrived after receiving the emergency call,
Squatting next to the madam whose head had been twisted in a circle, her face looked extremely grim.

"Does having E-rank strength mean you can do whatever you want?!"

What do they take the Metropolitan Police Department for?

If those three guys were in front of her, Miyako Kana swore she would turn them into paraplegics in a second!

But in Tokyo, where millions of people live, finding three supernatural beings is no easy task.

Given the destructive power of supernatural beings, they can easily cause massive casualties.

Tsk, it's a pity that the 'Special Creature Countermeasures Team' doesn't have anyone with a modified nose, otherwise we could have used them for tracking.

The so-called "Special Creature Countermeasures Team" consists of "half-demons" created by someone. All of them have either lost a hand or a foot; more seriously, half of their bodies have been replaced, but none of them have been given a dog's nose or a pig's nose.

As for police dogs?

In a bustling city,
The limit for police dogs is their ability to distinguish specific scents.

Asking police dogs to track down a person in the city is asking too much of them.

"These guys."

"Establish traffic control in Adachi Ward to prevent them from escaping to other areas!"

"Then locate them: Note that once the target is located, do not act on your own. Establish a defense on the spot and call the nearest SWAT team."

Standing up, Miyako Kana issued a series of orders. Taking down three E-class supernatural beings wasn't difficult for the Metropolitan Police Department; the challenge lay in locating them and preventing further casualties.

The first group of police officers who came into contact with the suspect were caught off guard and killed by the suspect's bare hands.

Meanwhile, their guns and ammunition were confiscated.

In other words, they were three lawless supernatural beings carrying firearms; if they were to suddenly attack, they could cause heavy casualties.

wrong,

It has already caused a lot of casualties.

Thinking of the ramen shop scene and the madam on the ground, Miyako Hana's face was filled with murderous intent.

These bastards!

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Chiba Bank

"Second Master, we've arrived."

In the car parked in front of the bank, Dalang spoke hesitantly.

"There are high-definition surveillance cameras at the entrance and the ATM area. As long as we walk there, a silent alarm will be triggered."

This knowledge was secretly memorized by Da Lang while listening to a certain yakuza 'big brother' boasting.

Times have changed; the old-fashioned method of 'sounding alarms' is no longer relevant.

Anyone carrying a weapon and exposed to a high-definition surveillance camera will immediately trigger a silent alarm, and then armed special police will arrive immediately. In fact, robbing banks is outdated; it's too risky, the returns are too low, and it's not as good as phone scams.

Of course, what about the risks for Erlang and Sanlang?

nonexistent!

"Oh, is it that one?"

Pointing to the security camera in the corner of the bank entrance, Erlang raised his pistol after receiving a reply from Dalang.

boom!
It's crooked.

This is normal,

But it's okay, with superhuman physical abilities:
boom!boom!
After two shots, the camera exploded.

"Haha, I have a real talent for shooting!"

"Well done, Second Brother."

"But this would alert the bank's security guards!"

Dalang covered his face speechlessly. The gunshots were practically announcing their presence. What concealment was there left?
"What are you afraid of?"

Thump,

He kicked the car door open.

Jiro and Saburo, still dressed as ninjas and carrying pistols, got out of the car.

"What fun is there if there's no resistance?"

As for being counter-killed?

Despite having an advantage in agility, reflexes, and even a much stronger mentality, the two nervous bank security guards were shot in the head without firing a single shot.

"Now is the time to rob!"

"Everyone, hand over your money—"

It's nighttime now, and banks are closed, but the supernatural age has made people more active at night, and the ATM areas of all banks are still bustling: this area is full of office workers and students.

Faced with the scene before them, they all quickly covered their heads and squatted down.

"Is this little bit of money enough to appease a beggar?"

People in the hall, sensing the situation, emptied their wallets of banknotes and coins, piling them up in a heap.

However, how could Erlang and Sanlang possibly be interested in several hundred thousand?
boom!
A gunshot rang out, and half of the office worker's face, who had respectfully handed over the money, exploded, splattering red and white fluid. "You guys, take all the money out of your cards!"

"Idiots! Don't gather in front of the cameras!"

Under the threat of two pistols, the remaining people in the bank—a dozen or so withdrawing money and a clerk on duty—obediently walked to the ATM area. As for the two security guards, they were already lying in pools of blood.

"Take them one by one, and no one should try anything funny!"

Saburo carried a plastic bag, walked to the ATM area, waited for people to withdraw money, and then haphazardly stuffed it into his pocket.

Erlang glanced around and noticed a pretty female student who had just withdrawn money.

"Sanlang, I'm leaving this to you."

"Big Brother, guard the door!"

After saying that, Erlang grabbed the female student and pointed the gun in his hand to the side.

As they led the other person over there, suppressed groans of pain soon rang out.

"Wow, second brother, you're slacking off—"

Saburo noticed the commotion over there and let out a strange cry.

"I want to play too in a bit!"

"If you want to play, just go and catch one yourself."

And so, one by one, terrified people stepped forward, took money from the ATM, put the money in Sanlang's plastic bag, and then scrambled to the door and squatted down.

Because Dalang, who was holding nunchucks, was guarding the entrance to the bank.

How could this happen? How could this be?

The eldest brother, leaning against the gate, had a face full of numbness and confusion.

Murder, murder, and more murder.

If you get caught by the police, being shot a dozen times wouldn't be enough, right?
The rustling sound beside him made the absent-minded Dalang turn his head slightly, and his eyes met those of a student who was quietly moving out.

In an instant, despair and forced flattery appeared on the other person's face, creating a pathetic look.

These three 'robbers' were extremely crazy, while the two security guards on the ground;
The body of an office worker is also evidence.

Just when the student thought he was going to die, the robber dressed as a ninja and holding nunchucks turned his face away.

Could it be——

I saw nothing, I saw nothing.

Dalang desperately tried to hypnotize himself, asking himself if he should rush up and kill people like his two younger brothers.
He can't do it, he can't do it!
He's a thug, not a yakuza. No, even if he were a yakuza, he wouldn't kill so ruthlessly, would he?
They gained supernatural powers; they were practically another kind of being!
That's not wrong.

The moment you gain 'qi'

The feeling of killing a bull with a single punch, or rather, the reality of it, would give anyone an unprecedented thrill.

Just like the first cry, the first steps, the first time getting a desired toy, the first paycheck, or the first time sleeping with someone of the opposite sex—under such unprecedented stimulation, it would be strange if things remained the same as before.

This is why some people say that you can tell the difference between a man and a woman after they've slept together.

Soldiers who had experienced battle dared not easily meet eye contact.

The temperament has changed.

For Erlang and Sanlang
Having gained supernatural powers, they have long since surpassed ordinary humans.

"Stop right there, you bastard!!"

Just as Dalang was lost in thought, a roar suddenly exploded, making him tremble all over.

An office worker who was quietly slipping away from him gritted his teeth, stood up, and prepared to run for his life:

call out----

Pfft!

A shuriken, spinning at high speed, pierced deeply into the back of the office worker's head.

Sanlang strode angrily toward the door.

"You were put here to guard the gate, and you can't even do this simple task properly?"

"hug--"

Before he could finish his apology, the world in Dalang's eyes suddenly began to spin.

Bang!
He fell heavily to the ground.

He opened his mouth and spat out blood mixed with several teeth.

I subconsciously raised my hand to touch my face, but all I felt was numbness.

???

"Get up, you piece of trash!"

The immense force transmitted through the collar lifted Dalang up.

"We all have supernatural powers, except you, all because you're too cowardly!"

"Yes, no—"

Bang!
A heavy fist struck Dalang in the abdomen, causing him to vomit a large amount of filth and stomach acid.

"What's the use of being sorry?"

Thump, thump, thump,

The fists kept falling, and Sanlang was furious.

"Don't embarrass us. Are you really our big brother?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Erlang's voice could be heard from inside the bank.

"It's nothing, I was just teaching that guy Dalang a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Erlang stopped talking and continued his 'sprint' on his own.

While the remaining passersby huddled together, trembling in fear, Sanlang began to punch and kick Dalang, beating him until his face was bruised and swollen.

That is, Sanlang restrained his strength.
Otherwise, this 'big brother' would have been killed already.

"Why don't I just kill you?"

When Saburo mentioned his eldest son, who was convulsing from the beating, his gaze grew even colder.

How can this good-for-nothing be worthy of being his brother?

"Spare my life."

Tap tap tap,

Just then, footsteps came from outside the bank.

"Is it them?"

Yes, sir.

The newcomer was a mysterious man dressed in a red ninja outfit, wearing a half-steel mask, and exuding an imposing aura.

Behind this man, who was also dressed as a 'ninja,' was a student who had become quite bold.

That student who ran away before!
"Robbery, murder,"

His gaze swept over the corpse on the bank floor, and Kenji Fujikido, hidden behind his mask, was enraged.

"Damn it!"

(End of this chapter)