Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

The icy, bone-chilling blade reflected his pale face.

"Wh-what is that?!"

It was the very thing I had been worried about—a non-human, or rather, extraordinary, character who had appeared.

Although he had anticipated that the Gun Worship Cult would eventually slip up and attract this type of character, when that day actually arrived, Ichiro Yamauchi still felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Despite being extremely nervous inside, Yamauchi Ichiro outwardly acted like a normal person, feigning a terrified expression as he desperately tried to restart the van.

"Hey!"

By tearing open the metal sheet on the roof of the car, Ogasawara Yoriko looked down at Yamauchi Ichiro from her elevated position.

"I ask, you answer, understand?"

"Who are you?! Who are you?!"

Yamauchi Ichiro looked flustered, as if he hadn't understood what Ogasawara Yoriko was saying at all.

"Quiet!"

A thin layer of green grazed his face, and the sharp blade sliced ​​a small part of his cheek.

"what!"

With a scream, Yamauchi Ichiro covered his face and scrambled off the car, finally falling face-first into the mud on the concrete road, breaking several of his teeth.

In terms of acting skills, Ichiro Yamauchi has honed his craft and perfectly portrayed the way an ordinary driver encounters such an event.

He certainly didn't intend to escape; he was just pretending to be an unsuspecting ordinary person.

As expected, the imposing and ruthless executioner, Ogasawara Yoriko, appeared before him like a ghost.

"Who are you? What do you want?!"

Facing Ogasawara Yoriko, it continued to crawl backward.

"You don't need to know who I am."

With the blade pressed against his neck, he dared not move an inch.

"I'm only asking you this: what is your relationship with the Gun Cult? Who gave you the gun in the trunk of your car, and where are you taking it?"

A series of questions came out of Ogasawara Yoriko's mouth, while Yamauchi Ichiro only showed a look of fear and confusion.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about...I'm just an ordinary driver, what gun worship cult? What guns? I have absolutely no idea!"

"Tsk..."

Ogasawara Yoriko clicked her tongue in annoyance. Was this yet another deliveryman who had nothing to do with the Gun Worship Cult?

Even if we get information from him about who he got the goods from, it's just a new investigation, and in the end, we still won't be able to find a specific source.

This is a really infuriating situation.

Just when Ogasawara Yoriko thought she had wasted her time again, her gaze was suddenly drawn to something glittering on the ground.

It was a gold tooth that reflected light under the streetlight.

Chapter 281 Sniper

Some familiar gold teeth were stuck in the cracks in the road surface.

Ogasawara Yoriko's eyes sharpened, revealing her demonic and ferocious nature.

A faint green light flashed by, and blood seeped from Yamauchi Ichiro's face.

"Strange? I should have seen you before. Did you just change your face?"

The thin, green blade quickly left several blood lines on Ichiro Yamauchi's mask.

"Have you seen me before?" Yamauchi Ichiro's mind raced with Ogasawara Yoriko's words.

Before he could think, Ogasawara Yoriko's sharp claws gripped his face, digging deep into his flesh.

"what--!"

This time, the scream was real, triggered by the pain. The claws pierced through the disguised face and firmly gripped his cheek.

"Indeed, this is the taste of blood."

The false mask was violently ripped off, and the disguised blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by intense pain.

Ichiro Yamauchi was convulsing on the ground. He even felt as if his face had been ripped off, with strong, special glue stuck to his face.

"Looks like that hair is probably fake too. Are you still going to pretend you don't know anything?"

She stepped on Yamauchi Ichiro's throat, and before he could resist, her hands and feet were severed by Urahara.

This time, we finally caught a decent big fish.

Yoriko Ogasawara's face revealed a joyful expression.

She had seen Ichiro Yamauchi, the bald rock monk, at one of her mother's gatherings.

The other party should have frankly surrendered later, but now they've changed into a disguise and appeared here.

Regardless, this guy definitely knows the inside story.

With his throat and chin pinned down, eliminating any possibility that he might have poison hidden in his mouth or bite his tongue to commit suicide, Ogasawara Yoriko put away the thin green.

"Come on, tell me in detail how you escaped from prison? And what was your role in the Gun Cult?"

Yoriko Ogasawara hadn't learned any interrogation techniques, but the monstrous, inhuman madness she possessed was her greatest interrogation skill.

When people face their own kind, they always retain a touch of naiveté and do not subconsciously feel fear immediately.

When faced with tigers, leopards, or even evil spirits and demons, they feel only intense unease and vigilance.

Because the other party is not of the same kind, they will not be concerned with kindness, rationality, or social rules and consensus.

Even with the green hue concealed, Ogasawara Yoriko's blood-stained claws constantly served as a reminder to Yamauchi Ichiro.

If she doesn't get the answer she wants, the guy in front of her really will tear him into countless pieces.

In that case, it would be better if the other party just pulled out the knife. At least that knife is very sharp, fast enough that you would die without feeling any pain.

Yamauchi Ichiro's silence provoked Ogasawara Yoriko's dissatisfaction. She slightly increased the pressure on her feet, and a sickening cracking sound rang out as Yamauchi Ichiro's teeth gradually crumbled under the pressure.

"Should I choose not to tell? That would be a bit troublesome, after all, you are a big fish that I have finally caught."

These words instantly ignited Ichiro Yamauchi's hope.

As long as communication is possible and I have some use to her, at least I won't...

He died so easily.

But then, Ogasawara Yoriko's next words ruthlessly crushed his newly risen hope.

"But it doesn't matter, after all, even if you die, your soul will remain. It's much easier to just ask Enma to interrogate your soul."

As he spoke, he exerted force, as if he wanted to crush Yamauchi Ichiro's throat completely under his feet.

In Ichiro Yamauchi's eyes, Yoriko Ogasawara, looking down at him, wore a cruel yet pleased smile.

"Click..."

Yamauchi Ichiro strained with all his might, managing to utter a few sounds from his throat as he tried to beg Ogasawara Yoriko for mercy.

"Hmm? Do you have any last words? Or do you want to curse me? I'm sorry, but those kinds of words would hurt the mental and physical health of an underage high school girl. Let's not say them."

Oh no, this time I really have to send it directly, but can't you be a little more decisive?

Yamauchi Ichiro began to feel a lack of oxygen in his brain. Instead of crushing his throat, Ogasawara Yoriko choked him and waited for him to die from lack of oxygen.

The things in front of me began to gradually turn black, and my consciousness gradually drifted away.

Yoriko Ogasawara mentally calculated the situation, then prepared to slowly loosen her grip.

Just then, the van, which had been stopped on the side of the road and lost power, suddenly started up and its headlights suddenly turned on.

The wheels spun violently, and although the driver's cab was clearly empty, the vehicle suddenly started and rushed towards Ogasawara Yoriko.

The modified van may look ordinary on the surface, but in reality, it's a high-horsepower vehicle even when taken to the racetrack, making it a true road beast.

Even if such a modified van sped towards him, it posed no threat to Ogasawara Yoriko.

The moment the front of the car made contact with the seemingly weak fist, the deformed thing was a steel beast made of alloy, while the powerful horsepower could only make the wheels spin helplessly on the ground.

Just as Ogasawara Yoriko was distracted in blocking the van, a dangerous bullet was fired from a gun barrel atop a distant high-rise building.

Three kilometers is but a blink of an eye for this bullet, and its target is not Ogasawara Yoriko, but the dying Yamauchi Ichiro underground.

"Go away!"

Ogasawara Yoriko's claws embedded themselves in the front of the van, lifting the one- or two-ton vehicle in half.

The modified alloy armor became a shield, emitting a loud clattering sound. Even anti-materiel munitions could not completely penetrate this shield.

"Operation failed, Miss Dana, we should retreat immediately."

After his first shot failed, the sniper quickly packed up his equipment and spoke to the blond researcher behind him.

"This location is too dangerous. For that monster, a mere three kilometers is far too dangerous."

Through the sniper scope, the sniper had seen everything that had just happened. With a quick estimate, he realized that the monster was trying to rush over and kill him.

It will only take about 30 seconds, and even with the obstruction of tall buildings, it will only take another 30 seconds.

"Don't worry, they value the information they get from that guy more than anything else, they won't come after you easily."

Dana put down the binoculars and said calmly.

"If she chases after you, she might only find a dead body, and she will lose the information she has obtained, so she won't chase after you."

Dana's prediction was correct; Ogasawara Yoriko wouldn't just chase after him like that.

As long as the desired information can be obtained from Ichiro Yamauchi, the snipers will only have to live sooner or later.

As for finding Enma? She just mentioned it casually; she had no intention of seeking help from him.

Chapter 282 Processing

"You're really pathetic; even your own accomplices want to kill you."