Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

As if to confirm Yamamoto's words, countless small purple snakes surged out in an even larger quantity.

Kudo Yuichi wasn't annoyed at being caught out; he just smiled mysteriously.

"It may sound cowardly to say this, but I don't need to use it many more times."

"Yamamoto Yu, I'm not a militant, but I just need to hold out until the militants arrive, right?"

"Yes, Akutagawa took the association's trump card to Kyoto. These things can't be kept secret. But how do you know we don't have any new trump cards?"

As they were talking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out from the distance outside the door, clearly reaching the room.

Kudo Yuichi's smile grew increasingly broad, and he pointed at Yamamoto Yu's nose, bursting into laughter.

"he came."

“The one who will destroy the god you worship has come.”

"How will you live?!"

Chapter 241 Slaying the Dragon to Conclude the Chapter

Japan is really a rather strange country.

The government and the chaebols, when combined, constitute the so-called "leadership class".

Therefore, it is common to see government officials being relentlessly suppressed and exposed by the media. This is not because those media outlets are courting disaster, but rather because the financial groups behind them are targeting their political opponents.

However, if the government and conglomerates join forces and reach a consensus on a certain issue, it is not difficult for ordinary people to be kept in the dark and completely fooled.

The most typical example is their attitude towards "supernatural powers" and "ghosts and gods".

Financial cliques and political parties have never given up their research on ghosts, gods, and the supernatural, and have even established many organizations for people with supernatural abilities. However, the general public has been kept completely in the dark about these things.

Of course, this policy is not only rampant in Japan. If such destabilizing factors are suddenly released, they will be like a time bomb, which may damage the social system to some extent.

Imagine if one day, ordinary people living in the mundane world suddenly realized that many unknown and unpredictable threats were lurking around them, and that there were many "unique" beings among humans who could easily kill ordinary people. They would definitely feel fear and panic. If this emotion accumulated to a certain degree, it would lead to protests and riots, and eventually, it would be like a wildfire that would burn down the entire country.

Therefore, a tacit understanding has been reached throughout the world: ghosts and gods are dealt with by the extraordinary, and mortals are protected by the extraordinary.

If everyone present were ordinary people, Yamamoto Yu's plan would easily succeed. Those purplish-black snakes could easily take down an ordinary person in one bite. With past experience as a precedent, there is no doubt about it.

But how could the police, a state apparatus of violence, be made up entirely of ordinary people?

Several figures slowly rose from the conference seats, some taking out daggers and short swords, others chanting incantations with the figures of shikigami faintly appearing behind them, and still others making gestures with flames and lightning flashing.

Each of them possesses unique abilities, clearly demonstrating that they are "extraordinary individuals."

Unfortunately

Yuichi Yamamoto is superior.

His true form was fully revealed, half of his face a skeleton and the other half flesh and blood. He ignored Kudo Yuichi's method of eliminating the purple snake, and instead narrowed his eyes to look at the other superhumans who were eager to make a move.

Those present were no ordinary people; each held a high position of power and came from a police agency that valued "strength." Simply relying on "intimidation" would make it difficult for Yamamoto to achieve his goals.

Coupled with the faint, threatening footsteps in the distance, he became somewhat impatient.

He was determined to succeed today; he had to burn his bridges. This was his last resort.

There is no third way: either slay the dragon to finish the game or abandon the pawn and admit defeat.

Therefore, he acted with exceptional efficiency. With a simple gesture, he stretched out his right hand, and the sleeve of his suit jacket was immediately torn into countless fragments. What was revealed was not a human arm, but a tentacle covered in slime, resembling an eel, a mollusc, or even an octopus tentacle.

Suction cups could be faintly seen opening and closing on the tentacles, emitting purple smoke. As they continued to extend, the tentacles moved like a snake hunting its prey, swiftly attacking anyone who dared to stand up.

Contrary to expectations, the tentacles, though seemingly soft, were actually harder than steel. Coupled with their lightning speed, the few superhumans who had taken the lead were pierced one after another before they could even react, like a string of candied hawthorns. The pungent smell of blood quickly spread, and dark red blood dripped down the steps, gathering at Yamamoto Yu's feet.

Soon, a chorus of curses and insults erupted.

Perhaps because they were no strangers to such supernatural disasters, the officers present felt hatred and anger burning even more intensely than fear.

Because at this time, many of those who stepped forward were actually from the Yamamoto faction, or rather, people who were close to the Yamamoto faction. The Kudo faction had their own young master to protect them, and without orders, no one was in a hurry to step forward.

These subordinates, or rather, their companions, were killed without hesitation by the Yamamoto family leader, as if slaughtering chickens and dogs, without any psychological burden whatsoever.

"Yamamoto Yu! Enough is enough! What exactly do you want?"

"Do you want to ruin all our hard work?!"

In the gathering place where the Yamamoto faction was concentrated, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat dignified spoke up angrily.

That's right, the people who are most devastated, furious, and unable to accept this right now are the people from Yamamoto's faction.

Because Yamamoto Yu is destroying his own Great Wall.

He became a follower of the Outer God, willing to go mad for the gods and for the rest of his life, but his allies were not willing to die with him.

Yes, in the eyes of most people, this behavior is no different from courting death.

Almost everyone present had some understanding of the national supernatural organizations. Not to mention local powerhouses like the Collectors Association, even the Shinsengumi, which they were most familiar with, could easily wipe out Yamamoto Yu with just two squads.

Now, in the minds of the Yamamoto faction, this is adding insult to injury. The leader has gone mad. Even if this matter can be weathered in the end, the Yamamoto family will inevitably collapse. Having lost its main force, this political party clique will inevitably be suppressed and weakened, and power and interests will drift away from them. Just as the saying goes, "He will destroy everyone's efforts," some of which are even the efforts of several generations.

However, Yamamoto Yu is clearly not in a state where he can communicate effectively right now.

He gave a sinister smile, and used the same trick again, his python-like tentacles sweeping across, about to smash the speaker into a pulp.

Yamamoto was determined to use ruthless methods to suppress these police officers, then use secret rituals to control them, turning the police force into his personal fiefdom. He would then use this as a base to provide a favorable environment for the development of the Outer God sect, accumulate faith, and ultimately summon the gods.

And then he will be able to get rid of his frail old body and gain "immortality".

He was willing to give everything for it.

Upon seeing this, Kudo Yuichi smiled slightly and suddenly tapped his pocket watch with his fingers, producing a pleasant metallic clang.

The menacing tentacles suddenly froze, struggling to move, and stopped in mid-air.

Kudo Yuichi was also not having an easy time; sweat beaded on his forehead as he stepped forward and blocked Yamamoto Yu's path.

“Hey, old man, if you kill them all, the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency will have to stop operating. That won’t do.”

"Behave yourself!"

With a flick of his wrist, a bolt of lightning flashed, and a round, grenade-like object was thrown out, sticking to Yamamoto Yu's tentacle arm. The next second, a bright light blazed, and a constant hissing sound rang out as the enormous, long tentacle was severed in the middle, with a disgusting purple liquid oozing from the cut.

This is the "Electric Hand Grenade" from the Collectors Association. It is considered a relatively valuable item. Using extraordinary methods, it concentrates ultra-high voltage lightning into a small device, unleashing its full power when used, resulting in remarkable destructive force.

These extraordinary items are also the main means by which the Collectors Association deals with ghosts and spirits.

Having succeeded in his attack, Kudo Yuichi slightly puffed out his chest and raised his head, gathering his energy in his chest, and spoke loudly.

"Gentlemen, Yamamoto Yu has gone mad and is beyond redemption. He has embarked on the path of demons and gods, and there is no way to turn back him."

"I don't want to harm my own kind, but I also don't want innocent people to be sacrificed."

"In the name of the collectors of the Collectors Association, I hereby formally issue an arrest warrant for Yamamoto Yu, revoke his police rank, terminate all his rights as a police officer, and detain him immediately to prevent future troubles."

"Everyone, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man who had just spoken seemed to hold a high position in Yamamoto's faction. He lowered his voice and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master Kudo."

"We have no objection. I want to clarify that this is Yamamoto Yu's personal matter. We are not on his side. Please do not misunderstand our other colleagues in the National Police Agency—even if we have different political views, we are not scoundrels who bow down to gods and demons."

That sounded quite nice, and Kudo Yuichi smiled, though it was unclear how much he believed it.

Just as he was speaking, a gurgling sound like boiling seawater rang out, and countless small purple snakes flew towards Yamamoto Yu, surging into his arm and turning into part of his new tentacles.

In an instant, the tentacle was repaired and then, with immense force, slammed straight into Kudo Yuichi's face.

Kudo Yuichi panicked. His own combat ability was limited, and he could only rely on his collectible "The Detective's Pocket Watch" in combination with the Mind Palace to temporarily stop the enemy's time.

His combat experience was extremely limited.

In his haste, he activated his ability again, but the tentacles seemed to have developed some patience for Kudo Yuichi's ability. Although the attack slowed down, it still hit Kudo Yuichi's shoulder.

A sharp pain shot through him, blood splattered everywhere, and Kudo Yu took two steps back with a pale face, collapsing to the ground. He gasped for breath, looked up, and met Yamamoto Yu's ferocious gaze.

"Don't waste your energy, and don't even think about rescue."

"Do you think I'm stupid, you brat Kudo? This room has been enveloped by my master's power and is completely sealed by a barrier."

"Even if someone manages to break the barrier, the surging ocean power will instantly crush this house, resulting in everyone perishing together!"

"Reinforcements? They're not coming!"

"Today, it's either those who submit to me prosper, or we all go to the underworld together. There's no turning back!"

These words did not shake Kudo Yuichi's mind.

His laughter only grew more rampant and arrogant.

"Do not talk nonsense!"

"I trust Qing just as he trusts me!"

"I just need to do my best to hold you off before he arrives, you old man. Bring it on!"

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar rang out.

The conference room door seemed to have been hit hard, twisting and deforming, then there was another loud bang, and the overburdened door finally flew off, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Two footsteps sounded, accompanied by the boy's somewhat aloof voice.

"I think I heard someone calling my name. I wonder if I'm too late?"

"Sorry, the wrap-up over there took too long. I hope you didn't miss the show?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi appeared amidst the smoke and dust, and with a wave of his hand, two Onikiri swords appeared in his hands. His eyes were filled with cold killing intent. He tilted his head and surveyed the scene before finally fixing his gaze on the disheveled Kudo Yuichi.

Kudo Yuichi laughed loudly without any regard for his image, coughed a few times, and said, "Not late at all, you've arrived just in time!"

"That arrogant fool was slapped in the face as soon as he finished speaking. How shameful!"

For the first time, surprise and doubt appeared on Yamamoto Yu's usually stiff face.

"How could the water barrier be broken so easily?"

He clapped his hands, and a figure stepped out from behind Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Supporting Kaikokusaku, Narumi Shingo strolled over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Uesugi Kiyoshi, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Is this level of barrier really not child's play? You sirens... well, I misspoke, you who accompany sirens, your use of power is so crude."

"It wouldn't even take five seconds to break this piece of junk."

"Don't underestimate the Lord of Arakawa! You blasphemous scoundrel!"