Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Our current problem is how to achieve our goal quickly in a short period of time, regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is a breakthrough from zero to one."

Dana wanted to say something more, but when she saw the look in Friedrich's eyes, she silently shut her mouth.

After scaring Dana away, Friedrich twisted...

He turned to look at Shiba Heihachi.

"Colonel, no, Mr. Shiba, our problem now is whether we can quickly get the god to hatch within a limited time."

The tapping of fingertips on the table, the dull rhythm like the beat of a pendulum, struck the people present.

"To be honest, I don't know."

Shiba Heihachi did not know the answer to this question.

"How long will it take him? I don't know either. I don't know how long it will take for the Metropolitan Police Department to catch us."

“I also have friends in the Self-Defense Forces. They may not actively cooperate with the Metropolitan Police Department’s investigation and give us some time to buy time, but I don’t know how long they can buy time.”

At this point, Shiba Heihachi couldn't help but light a cigarette.

"If they're quick, someone might drop from the sky and wipe us all out in the next moment; if they're slow, it could take months. It all depends on how much effort they put in."

His words were somewhat pessimistic, causing Dana to frown again, but Friedrich smiled.

“Mr. Shiba, I actually think your plan had a major flaw from the very beginning.”

"Yingzhou is a country where guns are prohibited. Most people still don't have access to firearms, and they have no idea what a gun is or how powerful it is."

Shiba Heihachi, sensing the implication in Friedrich's words, silently took a drag of his cigarette and said nothing.

Friedrich continued speaking.

"Moreover, Yingzhou is the territory of our enemies. The activities of the Gun Worship Cult in Yingzhou will be greatly restricted and dangerous, and the spread of the faith will naturally be very slow."

"Therefore, I think we should perhaps expand the main area of ​​activity of the Gun Cult."

After swiping my finger across the screen a few times, a familiar scene appeared in the conference room.

"This is......"

"That's right, this is America, the freest country in the world."

Friedrich remained completely unfazed, smiling as he explained the benefits to Shiba Heihachi.

“It does not ban guns, and the number of people who die from shootings each year is even higher than the number of people who die from car accidents.”

“That’s right. If Nibal ever came to school with his cello, I would be the first to run for my life.”

Danny joked with his classmates.

"That's right. Ordinary people in America understand the power and fear of firearms better, and the authorities can deal with them more easily. That's the best place for the Gun Cult to develop and survive."

Shooting and death—perhaps these two conditions are more fitting for some small, war-torn countries than for America.

But the situation is different. In war-torn regions, guns and bullets are part of life and survival.

In America, however, it was the fear of losing order, the shadow of death, that produced intense, faster, and more abundant emotions, making it more suitable for their current crash program.

"You mean, we should escape now? Leave this country and go to America?"

Shiba Heihachi's tone was somewhat calm, but his reluctance was clearly evident.

Everything he did stemmed from his strong national pride. If he were to leave this country, what would be the point of all that he did?

"No, no, no, there is no need to leave this country. Territorial restrictions do not affect the spread of faith, just like Abraham did."

Shiba Heihachi hesitated. Although he didn't need to leave, agreeing would mean that his control over the entire Spear Worship Cult would be weakened.

Although he was already in a passive position, it seemed there was nothing to worry about.

Chapter 284 Religious Conflicts

"That's all I know. Do you have any further questions?"

In the interrogation room, Ichiro Yamauchi, whose body had only been hastily bandaged, was lying back in a chair.

The shackles on his hands and feet were completely useless, as they had already been severed by Ogasawara Yoriko.

Even if we release him, he won't be able to escape alone.

Therefore, Ichiro Yamauchi was very cooperative, and there was no need for interrogation. He answered every question in detail, and it could even be said that he proactively revealed a lot of information.

This includes his position within the Spear Worship Cult, the cult's purpose, Shiba Heihachi's apparent identity, and the foreigners who have recently joined.

Yamauchi Ichiro presented a variety of complex information directly, making the interrogators suspect that he might be an undercover agent planted by them.

However, after carefully organizing it, another headache arose.

Ichiro Yamauchi did indeed provide a great deal of information, in great detail, including what Shiba Heihachi looked like, where he used to live, and what silly things he did as a child.

But after sorting through everything, they still couldn't find the location of the Gun Worship Cult's base. Although Yamauchi Ichiro had revealed their operational strategies, it was obvious that the other side would change those strategies.

Ogasawara Ogasawara smiled slightly.

By cutting off his own path forward, he forced himself into this choice, doing things to survive while his heart was racing towards death.

"Ha, one minute he's afraid to die, the next he's facing death without any fear. Is he just being deliberately mysterious?"

Ogasawara and Ogasawara remained silent with expressions on their faces, while Raiko's blade lingered at the edge of my neck.

"But what will his face look like when he finally accepts suicide, or when he suffers until his death, when he finally thinks he is free from worldly troubles, when the gates of hell open to him?"

"If you don't get the information you want, you might really kill him."

"His smile is so strange, did he get some crucial information?"

Therefore, Ichiro Yamauchi not only confessed to lying, but also cleverly avoided providing crucial information.

"At this moment, you haven't given him all the value you can offer. Now all you have to do is wait and see if he lives or dies."

"Therefore, for a great monk, to live is to cherish one's own life, and to do nothing else in order to live. To die is to die cleanly and decisively, with lingering affection and regret."

"You understand, but Tian wants revenge for the pleasure you feel in your heart, so you should kill him instead."

Faced with the blade so close at hand, Yamauchi Ichiro instead laughed.

"No, no, that is not the way of life of the great monk, nor is it some kind of mystification."

Ogasawara Ogasawara stood behind me, holding a yoko in her hand.

Inside the room, Yamauchi Ichiro looked distressed. He closed his eyes and began chanting something aloud.

After saying that, Ogasawara Ogasawara let out a very sophisticated, strange laugh and walked out of the interrogation room.

The things they talked about on the phone—artificially created gods, the intervention of the Li Kingdom—were really quite exaggerated.

That means you'll have to come here in person.

"What a coincidence! Yama just started rebuilding Hell, and battle royale games and death contests with reduced sentences as stakes are becoming a new trend."

"Gaa—hahahahaha—!"

You were quite pleased with yourself for being tricked by Ichiro Yamauchi.

"Even if you die, you'll continue to struggle outside hell for thousands of years, so that you can avenge your great hatred today."

Ichiro Yamauchi shook his head.

"Ahem, there's nothing we can do about it. The great monk Dantian has revealed things he didn't know. If Dantian survived in that state, it just means the great monk deserves to die."

Ichiro Yamauchi closed his eyes and continued speaking.

Knowing that death lies behind them, yet having a way to move forward, they retreat step by step toward death, still filled with fear.

Although you did receive some significant news, such as the creation of artificial gods, simply knowing those things is meaningless.

"Let him continue to linger between life and death, watching helplessly as his friend's ideals crumble and he dies in the most cruel way in front of him, forever enjoying the fate of this death."

Such contradictory statements and actions were not the first time; they occurred during the incident involving a sniper's attempt to silence witnesses.

"There are too many contradictions in the world's principles: cherish life, yet encourage people to sacrifice themselves for their beliefs."

Just imagining it wasn't very enjoyable, but today's little bit of being tricked has taken it all to heart.

"Are you scared?"

The shadow of death obscured half of Ichiro Yamauchi's face, and Ogasawara Ogasawara's words were undoubtedly true.

"Suicide is clearly a serious sin in religion, yet believers are encouraged to commit acts of madness that are almost as serious as suicide for the sake of their faith. As a believer, should the senior monk hesitate in his faith and go down the path of fear of death, or should he cherish life and live on despite his own shortcomings?"

"You tell me, he's a kind of Onmyoji, right? Isn't there a technique that can make an object fly back to its original location just by sticking a talisman on it?"

"By the way, he's the kind of person who accepts things if they're avoidable, right?"

Perhaps, as I said, people are caught between life and death, and cannot lean towards either side.

"The very few people in that world know how to live and are also willing to die cleanly, struggling between life and death, enduring the torment."

While we have a general understanding of the entirety of the Gun Worship Cult, we still have no clue how to find its headquarters.

The face of the underage boy was filled with cruel, demonic words, and Yamauchi Ichiro's face turned pale and then red.

Suppressing his strange laughter, Ogasawara Chan-young resumed his usual indifferent expression.

In the interrogation room, Ogasawara Ogasawara bumped into Hisahiko, who had been summoned by his superiors with a phone call.

You approached this with the intention of resolving the situation thoroughly, hoping to prove your abilities.

"They are indeed crucial, but they all seem to have no practical use."

Ogasawara Ogasawara laughed and sheathed the yoko.

I would passively accept those things, and I'm sure that the punishments of hell would only numb Yamauchi Ichiro and wouldn't truly torment me.

It seems that he had long been prepared to be caught one day, so Yamauchi Ichiro isolated all information involving danger from the very beginning.

"hehe..."

Ichiro Yamauchi first cursed the other party for being able to shoot him, but then said that he valued his life and was absolutely willing to die like that.

Chapter 285 Divine Palace P

I rolled my eyes at her.