Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"The reason it went so smoothly is because we only targeted some ordinary, weak Onmyoji. If we used the same methods to target those stronger ones, it would be completely ineffective."

Their goal was merely to acquire some basic knowledge of the mystical world of Yingzhou; they did not need to risk attacking powerful or large-family Onmyoji.

These people are just half-baked individuals, or members of declining small families, or individuals without any backing or background.

"Even so, we must take the best possible precautions, as we know nothing about their methods."

This was said to Ichiro Yamauchi, and Friedrich took out a dose of morphine.

"Shikigami? Onmyoji? Divine descent? Or perhaps telekinesis? Spells? Words of power?"

"We have absolutely no idea how they use these things—is it through language? Or gestures? Indications? Or perhaps just a thought?"

"Just in case, we need them to be in this situation."

As the words were spoken, someone took action to wake the person inside the straitjacket.

The limbs were sore and weak from the muscle relaxants, the body was bound by the straitjacket, and even the brain was drowsy from the large amount of truth serum.

These people have absolutely no chance of escaping from here, and are being used as expendable resources.

After obtaining the desired information from them, these individuals, already ravaged by hallucinogens and rendered useless, will likely only become material for live dissection.

Ichiro Yamauchi reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and walked towards the door.

"This humble monk must excuse himself for now, as he must continue to spread the teachings of Buddha."

"Be careful, Mr. Yamauchi."

Dana's voice came from his

Coming from behind.

"Don't act so rashly now. After all, you are our current Pope, and finding a replacement for you will be quite troublesome."

"Ah, of course, this humble monk values ​​his life the most. If anything happens, he will simply raise his hands in surrender and wait for you to come and rescue him."

With his shiny bald head, Yamauchi Ichiro left the underground experimental area without looking back.

His departure did not affect their continued interrogation underground.

After emerging from the underground experimental area, Yamauchi Ichiro bumped into Shiba Heihachi, who was deep in thought.

He looked around, turning his head left and right, before approaching.

"Heihachi, do you smoke?"

It seemed like a simple question to him about whether he smoked, but when Shiba Heihachi saw him winking at him, he immediately understood what he meant.

"Don't worry, just say what you want to say. I don't have any listening devices on me, they won't know."

Shiba Heihachi's lips moved slightly as he accepted the cigarette offered to him.

"What are our plans next? Are we really going to cooperate with them like this? These foreigners are no ordinary people."

Yamauchi Ichiro, without changing his expression, said with a grin.

Needless to say, the cameras in this base would fall under the other side's control, and their conversation would be no exception.

But since we can't avoid it either way, let's just pretend it's a normal chat.

"What else can I do if I don't cooperate? You said yourself that they are not simple people. Even if I choose not to cooperate, what else can I do?"

"Even if they all followed us here, I don't think we can kill them by simply taking action."

Although everyone in the base was a trusted confidant of Shiba Heihachi, and there was a considerable amount of heavy firepower, killing a few researchers was not a problem at all.

However, Friedrich followed him without a care in the world, appearing completely unconcerned.

"What should we do then? I have a feeling that those foreigners' intentions aren't so simple. Shouldn't we prepare some backup plans?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I know to keep something in reserve. You don't need to worry about these things."

Shiba Heihachi shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to worry about that.

"It's good that you know what I'm doing, so I won't say any more."

Ichiro Yamauchi finished his cigarette in one gulp and threw it at his feet.

"Then I'll be going now. I still need to continue my efforts in spreading the sect."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Shiba Heihachi also threw away his cigarette butt and stared at his friend.

"Be careful, the intensity of what's coming next is definitely on a completely different level compared to before. You might as well not die."

The bald man spat and cursed loudly.

"Damn it, why are you all planting flags for this humble monk? My top priority is survival, how could I die so easily?"

"If something really happens, I will betray you all in a life-or-death situation, so..."

The bald man put on sunglasses and turned around.

"You'd better hurry to rescue them. If you abandon me, don't blame me for betraying you."

"hehe..."

Shiba Heihachi chuckled softly a few times.

"Don't worry, even if I can't save you, I'll still shoot you and send you to your end."

"Ah, that's good."

Yamauchi Ichiro swayed and disappeared from his sight, leaving the base with some men and weapons.

Shiba Hei reached into his coat and touched his sidearm, which gave him a sense of security—a sense of security he only felt when he had a weapon in his hand.

If you want others to believe, you must first believe yourself.

Chapter 280 Flaw

Late at night in Tokyo.

Since the recent series of unrest, violence and crime rates in Tokyo have increased significantly.

These days, apart from Shinjuku, a city that never sleeps, other areas have begun to enter a strange, spontaneous curfew.

In the dead of night, not only dangerous demons and ghost stories echo, but also violent killers who have awakened their demon blood sometimes roam the surroundings.

Minamoto no Yoritomo's wholesale distribution of demon blood into blood banks still caused extremely serious consequences.

Moreover, the recent activities of gun cults have led to a surge in shootings.

In the past, if I encountered someone wrapped in a coat late at night, I would suspect that they were an exhibitionist.

Now, one must be careful to prevent the other party from pulling out a pistol from under their coat.

The former only polluted one's eyes, while the latter directly cost one's life.

Therefore, those who still wander the deserted streets of Tokyo late at night are either dangerous individuals or people with connections.

Even Ogasawara Yoriko couldn't tell whether she was a dangerous element or something else.

Previously, she was a ruthless demon slayer in the dead of night, a ruthless character who killed both people and ghosts, and was once one of the creators of these urban legends.

Now, she is a law enforcement officer chasing dangerous individuals in the dead of night.

The group of ordinary police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department were basically useless. Even if they could find some meeting places of the Gun Worship Cult, they could never catch any key figures.

There were only fanatical believers and some peripheral figures whose identities were unknown.

Moreover, even Ogasawara Yoriko could sense that the activities of the Gun Worship Cult had recently begun to expand and become more formalized and fanatical.

From the initial pistols, shotguns and rifles have now appeared, and even explosives have begun to emerge.

Of course, if one seeks help from others, there are likely many supernatural methods that can be used to track down the mastermind behind the Gun Worship Cult.

However, since the shrine entrusted this task to me, if I have to seek help from all sides, wouldn't that prove that I am incompetent?

Therefore, Ogasawara Yoriko could only rely on the patience and perseverance she had cultivated to closely follow the activities of the Gun Worship Cult.

The demon blood gave Yoriko Ogasawara not only strength, but also a keen sense of smell and strong stamina.

This drove her to tirelessly search for traces of the Gun Worship Cult in the darkness of night.

"Um..."

Squatting on the rooftop, Ogasawara Yoriko tried her best to detect the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

She made up her mind that after this incident was over, she would definitely learn some proper techniques.

At the very least, you should catch a dog to use as a shikigami. Relying on smell to track down criminals is just too low-class.

found it!

After sniffing the air for a while, Ogasawara Yoriko suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils shrinking to a single point.

With a light and graceful leap, Ogasawara Yoriko, holding a pale green pendant, jumped down from the high-rise building.

Her hem swayed in the fierce wind as Ogasawara Yoriko, descending rapidly, used the surface of the building for leverage, shooting towards her target like a bullet.

On the dark street, a car

An ordinary-looking van is driving along.

The person in the driver's seat was driving with one hand, scratching his thick, black hair with the other, and grinning while wearing sunglasses.

Those foreigners are pretty capable; after several days, the entire Tokyo police force couldn't find any trace of him.

This face mask is also meticulously crafted; even a specialist investigation would not be able to detect that it is a fake face and wig.

Even after disrupting some of the activities, they still couldn't find him, the pope.

After all, as the scale of the gun worship movement gradually increased, it was not always necessary for him to personally deceive people as the pope.

Those foreigners firmly believed that as long as the dosage was large enough, anything could be solved.

LSD is used like it's free; those who are high on it can be easily fooled without much effort.

"Boom!"

It felt as if a heavy object had fallen onto the roof of the car, causing the entire vehicle to shake violently and lose all power, plunging Ichiro Yamauchi into despair.

The sharp blade pierced down from the roof of the car, easily cutting through the metal like butter, and stood upright in front of Ichiro Yamauchi.