Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 87 Of course, I'm a person who follows the rules very well (1/5)

On the first floor of the old shopping mall, the glass dome suddenly shattered!

Crash—!

Countless fragments rained down like a storm, followed by a heavy, muffled thud!

Thump—!

Two consecutive landing sounds.

The ground shook violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from the point of impact, with dust mixed with shards of glass spraying upwards.

The nerves of all the SG team members snapped instantly!

"Enemy attack—!"

Amid the roar, the armed personnel, who were already on high alert, all raised their guns, their infrared sights flickering and swaying in the smoke and dust, all locking onto the dark figure that had suddenly crashed into the arena.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The surrounding construction spotlights turned almost simultaneously, their blinding white light shining like a stage spotlight onto the center of the site.

The smoke and dust slowly settled.

A figure knelt on one knee on the cracked cement ground and slowly straightened up.

He was wearing a dark red windbreaker with the hood pulled up, and a black tactical breathing mask covering his face, revealing only his eyes.

The hem of the garment was still fluttering slightly in the air currents as it hit the ground, but the cuffs and trouser legs were free of any debris or dust.

Their faces were completely obscured, and their identities were impossible to discern.

Dead silence.

Only the click of guns being chambered echoed continuously, the soft sound of safety being released was eerily clear in the empty shopping mall.

Every SG player's finger was pressed against the trigger guard, their breathing was labored, and sweat trickled down their foreheads.

Who is he?

How did you get in?

Where is the outer blockade line?!

Countless questions exploded in everyone's mind, but no one dared to move.

Those eyes peeking out through the mask were so cold.

Like a blade tempered with ice, it calmly swept across the dense array of gun barrels around it, without the slightest panic.

Sakura's heart almost stopped beating for a moment.

She raised her hand, quickly stopping them again: "—Don't fire!"

Her gaze was fixed on the dark red figure. She took two steps forward, her voice tense.

"Who are you? Identify yourself immediately! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"

The next second, the man under the hood slowly raised his head.

His eyes met hers for a moment.

Just one glance.

Sakura's breathing became slightly sluggish.

That familiar feeling suddenly crashed into my chest.

But before she could think it through, the other person had already spoken.

The voice, processed with electricity, was deep and hoarse, unrecognizable as the original: "Night watchman, boss."

The Night Watchman—The President!?

The vague sense of familiarity that Yingzi had just felt was instantly swallowed up by the cold reality, turning into a chill that crept up her spine.

The leader of the mysterious organization who severely injured the magical girl "Tensen"?

Sakura forced herself to calm down.

She stepped forward with an official air, standing in front of everyone, and warned, "The site is now under the control of Yagi Heavy Industries. Please evacuate immediately."

She has prepared for the worst.

If the other side insists on seizing the target, she will not hesitate to order to open fire.

Defending the company's interests is her duty.

however.

The club president just stared at her for two seconds before suddenly speaking, "Of course."

The altered voice couldn't mask the almost mocking calm in his tone: "I'm a man of principle. I'll wait until you fail before I make my move."

"So, you have no complaints now, right?"

Sakura was startled.

The next second, several tentacles suddenly stretched out from behind the other party and wrapped around the exposed steel beam on the side.

The tentacles exerted force, lifting him into the air and ascending like a ghost to the edge of a broken observation deck on the fourth floor.

He sat down, one leg dangling in the air, his gaze lowered from under his hood, as if looking down at the audience in the theater.

Really—you're not going to take action?

The surrounding team members all looked at Sakura, their eyes filled with confusion and inquiry: "Manager, what should we do?"

Sakura suppressed the growing sense of unease in her heart.

It seems...it's just too similar.

She took a deep breath and decided, "Continue with the operation, ignore him for now."

Before engaging in battle with the vengeful spirits, first confront this mysterious organization whose strengths and weaknesses are unclear.

That's absolutely the most foolish thing to do.

With the on-site supervisor's instructions given, everyone had to suppress their dissatisfaction for the time being.

The real threat is that giant, pulsating cocoon right in front of you.

But Kurokawa's appearance was like a sharp blade hanging overhead, making everyone's movements more tense and faster.

A silent sense of oppression permeated the air.

As Sakura quickly deployed her formation and firing positions, her gaze kept drifting uncontrollably towards the dark red figure sitting quietly on the fourth floor.

picture----

They look so alike.

That figure, that occasional shift in the angle of his gaze—

"Doctor! What are you doing?!"

A soft gasp interrupted her thoughts.

Sakurako suddenly turned her head and saw that Hyakuchi had moved a few steps toward the stairs as if he were drawn by a magnet, his eyes fixed on the fourth floor, his pupils shining with the unique light of a researcher.

Sakura's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stepped forward to stop her: "Doctor, where are you going?"

"That battle suit—" Baizhi exclaimed excitedly, "A battle suit that can defeat magical girls! I absolutely want to see it up close, even just for a glimpse, please!"

"No way," Sakura said firmly. "This kind of behavior is likely to anger the other party."

"But one—"

"No buts," Sakura interrupted her, her tone extremely serious. "I have command on site. You can't take any risks."

Bai Zhi opened his mouth, his face full of resentment, but in the end he did not move forward.

She stomped her foot in frustration, then suddenly pulled a tiny camera, no bigger than the palm of her hand, from the pocket of her white coat.

"Then—at least take a few close-up shots for me. Please!"

Sakura stared at the small camera, momentarily stunned.

She not only wanted to get close, she also wanted to take pictures?!

Isn't this pushing your luck?

"Please! Just once!"

Sakurako knows the other person too well.

If the other party doesn't achieve their goal, given her personality, she'll probably keep pestering them, or even find a chance to slip away on her own.

She paused for two seconds, then finally took the camera and put it in her pocket.

"I'll handle it; I'm about to go negotiate." But she didn't rule out any possibility, adding, "I can't guarantee I'll be able to get the footage."

She had originally planned to go up and negotiate with the other party.

She needed to make sure that the other party really wouldn't interfere during their actions.

At the very least, one should clarify their position first.

Bai Zhi immediately smiled: "I knew you were the best!"

Sakura did not respond further.

She turned and walked towards the stairs, her back to Bai Zhi, and pursed her lips slightly.

She had no intention of using the camera at all.

But this should keep the PhD student in line for the time being.

She looked up at the figure on the fourth floor.

The shadow beneath the hood seemed to be looking down at her.

Sakura took a deep breath, picked up an unopened bottle of water from the scene, and stepped onto the first step.

A short while later, Sakura walked up the emergency staircase to the fourth floor.

Unlike the brightly lit and bustling first to third floors below, the fourth floor was almost completely shrouded in darkness.

The cocoon of E-121 only grows to a height of three layers.

This area was not designated as a work zone, and the construction lights installed only illuminated the area below.

Only the pale afterglow from below could barely outline the broken railings and the dusty floor.

She stopped in her tracks.

The red figure sat not far in front of her, with his back to her.

From this perspective.

Broad shoulders, a defined back, and a habitual forward-leaning posture —

Sakura's breathing faltered.

That eerie sense of familiarity did not dissipate as I got closer; instead, it surged up like a tide, engulfing my chest.

so similar.

The image of it made her almost blurt out a name.

"—What is it?"

A sound suddenly rang out.

The sound is deep and muffled; even after being processed with electricity, the original sound is still indistinguishable.

He didn't even turn around.

Sakura's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been caught in her moment of distraction.