I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 100 and 102: Using Your Head to Heat Up the Atmosphere (Seeking First Subscription)

What a terrifying murderous aura!

The on-site commander was covered in cold sweat; he was no novice who had never seen blood.

He was a retired member of the Self-Defense Forces who transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department. In his youth, he also participated in peacekeeping operations overseas and saw many American soldiers in the Middle East.

Many of these American soldiers had killed people.

What the commander remembers most vividly is a soldier who was deported for abusing and killing more than twenty local civilians.

He felt that the soldier with the blank and indifferent eyes was something in human skin, but the masked monster in front of him gave him a more terrifying feeling.

Just by standing there in this confrontation, one can feel how vast the difference is between the two people's life levels, and how many souls have died at his hands!

Just how many people has this masked man killed?

Fifty? One hundred?

Or even more...

"Who are you people? Why are you here?"

The commander, as if facing a formidable enemy, put his hands behind his back and made a series of complex hand gestures. Some experts and support personnel who were not capable of combat quickly evacuated, while the other SATs and police officers also dropped their spider silk guns and drew their sidearms.

"Is this all the power that Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who once dominated the world, has left? I even used some precious spiritual energy to awaken the remnant soul sleeping in the weapon. I am utterly disappointed."

The masked man turned his head toward the Minamoto no Yorimitsu weapon, which had lost its body but still retained faint phosphorescent flames. With a flick of its steel tail, it cleaved the weapon into pieces.

But the commander had no time to feel sorry for this national treasure with a thousand-year history and the legendary extraordinary equipment.

His attention was drawn to the masked man's words.

Hearing this, it's clear that the resurrection of Minamoto no Yorimitsu's demon samurai was not the work of that fat onmyoji.

It wasn't that the weapon detected the evil spirit aura emanating from the nearby Sato secondhand shop.

Instead, she was awakened by this masked stranger.

"What exactly is going on? What is your relationship with Minamoto no Yorimitsu?"

The masked man finally looked over, his eyes cold.

"I've already said it, it's pointless for a dead man to know so much..."

Hearing the undisguised chilling killing intent in his words, the commander made a decisive decision and abandoned any possibility of negotiation.

"Everyone, fire!"

In an instant, a hail of bullets rained down.

Ding ding ding!

The masked monster swung his enormous steel tail, making it impenetrable and blocking all bullets.

"It's over, now it's my turn!"

After the first wave of fire ended, the steel tail stabbed straight toward the commander.

Although the commander was over forty, he was more agile than a young man, and he dodged the attack with a clumsy roll.

However, a middle-aged police officer with a thick beard behind him was not so lucky; he was entangled in the steel tail and lifted into the air!

"Damn it, we have to save them!"

The commander raised his right hand high and swung it sharply to the right.

The next moment, a flash of light appeared on the ten-story office building 800 meters away, and an armor-piercing bullet struck the masked man's forehead with lightning speed!

"clang!"

The imagined scene of the head exploding like a rotten watermelon did not occur; the commander saw with his own eyes a spiky patch of sparks, several centimeters long, emerge from the top of the masked monster's head.

The masked man's forehead, where he was shot, did not bleed; instead, a shallow crater appeared, with a crack extending down to below his eye.

"Even a sniper rifle can't penetrate it, what kind of monster is this?! Are superhumans really human?" The commander couldn't help but feel disappointed and desperate.

"It's a sniper rifle!"

Naruto Uchiha, who was sitting inside Hiruko and controlling the puppet, was also somewhat surprised.

However, upon discovering that Hiruko was only slightly damaged and not penetrated, they were relieved.

As expected of Sasori's masterpiece, Hiruko's defensive power is astonishing, designed to protect the puppeteer's fragile body.

"There were six people in the helicopter in the sky, thirty-seven people on the scene, nine people in nearby houses, and twenty-three people outside the street."

Naruto Uchiha closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

He wasn't a sensory-type ninja, and the ordinary people in the Metropolitan Police Department didn't have chakra for him to sense. Uchiha Naruto used his newly acquired Spiritualization Technique to sense the nearby souls and determine the number of people.

The art of spiritualization can separate the mind from the body, allowing the soul to travel regardless of distance, enter the mental world of others, seize control of the body, or cause the other person to suffer a mental breakdown and die.

Under the perception of the spirit transformation technique, the number of people nearby was immediately apparent.

Not only that, but you can even "see" the quality of a soul.

Most of the souls in the Metropolitan Police Department are like flickering candlelight, ordinary yellow and white, only sometimes bright and sometimes dim. But a few souls are stained with black mud and blood, carrying an aura of filth.

For example, this middle-aged police officer who got tangled up in Hiruko's tail.

Naruto Uchiha was curious as to why the color of the soul was different, which is why he specifically captured him.

The bearded middle-aged police officer was still terrified in mid-air when suddenly everything went white, and he found himself in a pure white spiritual world.

Just as he was wondering, a boy with three tomoe in his eyes appeared out of thin air in front of him.

What is your biggest personal secret?

"I killed my father. Twenty years ago, I was in college and I racked up gambling debts. That old man refused to pay them off for me, so in a fit of rage I strangled him to death. With my mother's help, I faked it as a suicide..."

The middle-aged police officer said blankly:

"Eleven years ago, when I was hiring a female student to be my daddy, she found my business card in my suit and tried to blackmail me. So I lured her to the outskirts, killed her, and buried her body."

"And seven years ago..."

"That's enough!"

Naruto Uchiha withdrew from the mental world of the middle-aged police officer and couldn't help but shake his head.

The Metropolitan Police Department remains as incompetent as ever. Not only did they fail to uncover his crimes, but they also allowed such scum to infiltrate the ranks. It seems Japan is truly doomed.

Meeting me is your bad luck. I'll just borrow your head and use it as a waste.

The commander saw that Hiruko had suddenly stopped moving. Although he was a little puzzled, he knew that this was a perfect opportunity.

"Evacuate! Everyone evacuate the scene!"

The police officers on site were immediately ordered to evacuate. Even sniper rifles couldn't penetrate the monster's head, so leaving ordinary officers at the scene was useless.

The SAT must be equipped with the heavy weapons found on the external vehicles.

Moreover, making room allows armed helicopters in the sky to operate freely and fire their weapons.

But there are still hostages...

"Officer Kamikita, please hold on! We will definitely save you!"

The commander shouted a few times, and the next moment, the steel tail twisted, and the sharp edge cut the man into eight pieces.

This grand drama hasn't even reached its climax yet; this is just a prelude to build up the atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)