Chihaya Aine is a member of the team Zero

He asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

Goto Ichiri recognized his appearance and said casually, "You can call me Ultra Seven... You should be familiar with this name, right?"

Nikaido Tetsuo saw "Goto Ichiri" staring at him, and he was filled with fear. He pointed his gun at "Goto Ichiri" and asked, "Why are you attacking us?"

Goto Ichiri smiled and said, "It seems that in this illusory world that you, the brainwashed alien Viel, have constructed for Ichiri, the characters are all matched. Even if there are variables, they will still act according to the script."

Brainwashed alien, Veyel? Nikaidou Tetsuo had just thought of dozens of reasons, but he never expected the reason to be a name he had never heard of. He wondered, "Who is the brainwashed alien, Veyel?"

Goto Ichiri knew he was stalling for time, but didn't really care. He told him, "In a sense, the brainwashed aliens from Viel could be said to be the father of all the things that exist in your illusions?"

Just as "Goto Ichiri" was answering, Tetsuo Nikaido pulled the trigger.

Tetsuo Nikaido saw that "Ichiri Goto" was standing there casually, seemingly defenseless, and he was holding the gun with his elbows tucked in, at most four meters away from the enemy. This distance could be considered foolproof - there was no need to worry about the gun being snatched away, nor was there any worry about the bullet missing. The only thing to worry about was that the bullet would penetrate the opponent's body if it was too close, making the stopping effect insufficient, and the opponent could still move freely and pounce on him to kill him.

Tetsuo Nikaido thought he had taken the bullet by surprise, but the reaction speed of "Goto Ichiri" was a hundred times faster than his. He moved his finger, and "Goto Ichiri" swayed slightly, and the katana in his hand blocked the bullet.

"squeak!"

After a sharp sound, the bullet shot by Tetsuo Nikaido was split into two halves by "Ichiri Goto" with a knife.

However, "Goto Ichiri" frowned slightly. The light energy he could use in this illusion world was limited. It was obviously irrational to blindly use the enhanced katana to chop bullets.

He then moved several times in a row to avoid Tetsuo Nikaido's continuous shooting - he could see clearly where the muzzle of the gun was pointing, and as long as he made sure he was not in line with the muzzle of the gun, the other party would not be able to hit him.

He dodged the shooting, first knocked down several people around him, then approached Tetsuo Nikaido, swung his long sword, and cut off Tetsuo Nikaido's hand, then caught the pistol and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

"Mr. Seven, are you okay?"

In the space of consciousness, Goto Ichiri asked worriedly. After all, in her understanding, guns are weapons that can easily take people's lives.

Goto Ichiri shook his head and said, "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he threw the pistol on the ground and asked Nikaido Tetsuo, "Where is your team leader Wakato?"

Nikaido Tetsuo was quite ruthless. He covered his wound and said, "Kill me if you dare. You're dreaming of getting information from me!"

"Then there's no point in keeping you."

After saying that, the katana in Goto Ichiri's hand turned into a cold light and flashed across the room.

Tetsuo Nikaido died with his eyes open, and you only asked one question? What about the threats and inducements you promised?

"That's? Ah...it turns out it's my body..."

Tetsuo Nikaido opened his eyes wide, and his head, which was not in good condition, flew up and landed on the tatami with an arc of bright red blood.

Tendou Yosuke sat on the tatami with a fierce look on his face and asked in a low growl, "What's going on?"

Ishioda Reiji glared gloomily at his subordinate, half of his body covered in blood, and asked, "With so many people and guns fired, you can't catch anyone?"

The cadre was so overwhelmed by the anger of the team leader and the young leader that he could not raise his head. He said hesitantly, "The enemy...the enemy is really too powerful!"

Tendou Yosuke raised his hand and threw the teacup on his subordinate's head, cursing angrily: "What a bunch of losers!"

A trickle of blood flowed from the cadre's head, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He just lowered his head and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The door to the hall was flung open, and a terrified younger brother fell in, rolled over twice, and reported on the ground: "Team Leader, the CEO of this headquarters... the CEO is dead."

Tendo Yosuke stood up suddenly, unable to believe that the news was true - the other party was alone, a girl who looked like she was still in middle school, who rushed into the headquarters of the Omi Union alone, not only set fire everywhere and killed and injured dozens of people, but now even senior cadres were killed?

However, the arson incident was indeed an extremely huge scapegoat for Goto Ichiri.

When he heard the news of the death of his younger brother, Tetsuo Nikaido, he ordered the use of guns and ordered the intruder to be killed immediately. If the Omi Union headquarters was raided by one person, who not only killed and set fire to people but also killed senior officials, and if this person escaped unscathed, the prestige of the Omi Union would be completely destroyed, and there was even a high possibility of causing a chain reaction, eventually leading to the complete collapse of the Omi Union.

But, risking a relentless police presence, using a gun, only to have another CEO killed? What a joke!

Tendou Yosuke slowly sat down and said in disbelief, "Who could send such a powerful person to attack us? The legendary Dragon of Dojima - Kiryu Kazuma, Shimano's Mad Dog - Majima Goro, and the Strongest Tiger - Saejima Taiga have all disappeared for a long time. And they can't possibly look like this little girl!"

Seeing that he was distracted, Ishioda Reiji couldn't help but shout angrily, "President Tendo, cheer up! No matter how powerful he is, he's only one person!"

"Goto Ichiri" wielded a long sword, suddenly breaking through the wall and charging into the crowd, hacking and killing people wantonly. The few leaders in the crowd who had guns opened fire, regardless of the fact that they were surrounded by their own people, but they couldn't even follow "Goto Ichiri" with their eyes, let alone the muzzle of the gun.

After accidentally injuring several of their own people, they were immediately taken care of first by "Goto Ichiri" and chopped to the ground.

Once the leader was dead, the search team was immediately defeated. They dropped their weapons and fled crying.

Goto Ichiri looked around and said, "It seems this battle can't last much longer. They're about to collapse. Ichiri, look... there aren't many of our leaders left. Most of them are Wakashu—they've started using new recruits as their main force."

"I thought this battle would go on forever..."

In the space of consciousness, Goto Ichiri also breathed a sigh of relief.

Goto Ichiri nodded, jumped onto the roof, and ran a few steps along the ridge. In the consciousness space, Goto Ichiri reminded him, "Mr. Seven, be careful, it's coming again!"

"Goto Ichiri" changed direction upon hearing the sound and sped away.

But that group of people had already discovered "Goto Ichiri". One of the people in the middle shouted loudly, and more than a dozen guns were aimed at "Goto Ichiri" and opened fire directly, forcing "Goto Ichiri" to lose his breath, break through the roof and fall back into the house.

The group also rushed into the corridor and fired indiscriminately at the approximate location through the sliding door.

"Goto Ichiri" rushed through the wall when he encountered it. As soon as the enemy's gunfire stopped, "Goto Ichiri" turned around and rushed out, broke through the sliding door and cut an enemy in half with a sword. With blood raining down from the sky, he rushed into the crowd.

After a few encounters, the people outside had been killed by "Goto Ichiri" and fled in all directions. Only seven or eight gunmen were left to protect one person. They retreated to a house on the side and fired fiercely outside.

"Goto Ichiri" doesn't want to

The small fry consumed Goto Ichiri's physical strength and his own light energy, so he simply chose to dodge around.

While twisting and turning, "Goto Ichiri" casually kicked a corpse into the air, successfully attracting the enemy's firepower. For a moment, dense gunfire rang out.

"Goto Ichiri" took advantage of the moment when the enemy's firepower shifted, kicked the corpse on the ground and threw it into the house repeatedly. Then, he held a knife in one hand and grabbed the corpse with the other hand as a shield, and rushed into the house.

The gunshots in the house were even more intense, followed by screams. "Goto Ichiri" grabbed a short man's neck and looked him up and down with a smile.

"During the battle just now, they were all intentionally protecting you. I guess your identity must be something special, right?"

"I am the younger brother, Nishitani Takashi (the Third Hokage)!"

Goto Ichiri threw the nearly strangled Nishitani Takashi (the Third Generation) to the ground and asked with a smile, "So, how many elite monsters like you are there?"

Nishitani Takashi (the third generation) was lying on the ground, strangling his neck and coughing violently. Hearing this, he looked up at "Goto Ichiri" in horror, unable to believe what he heard.

Goto Ichiri looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Is there no way you can understand what I'm saying? Do you need me to rephrase it?"

Nishitani Yu (the third generation) had a wretched face that was distorted beyond recognition, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You are...you are..."

At this moment, he was lying here, surrounded by the corpses of his direct subordinates, and he was at the mercy of them. The fear in his heart was simply indescribable.

Nishitani Takashi (the Sandaime) endured the pain in his throat and begged for mercy: "Sir, this is all a misunderstanding. I will agree to whatever you ask..."

Nishitani Takashi (the Third Generation) was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, "Goto Ichiri" would crush him like a bug. "Compensation, huh? I have money, just tell me the amount..."

"Goto Ichiri" did not wait for Nishitani Takashi (the third generation) to beg for mercy, but stepped on his limbs and broke them, and then beheaded Nishitani Takashi (the third generation) who fainted from the pain.

"Goto Ichiri" continued to advance towards the main courtyard. Now no leader dared to lead the crowd to stop him. On the contrary, he could vaguely see many people fleeing far away.

The Omi Alliance has lost its courage!

The remaining members of the Omi Union gathered in the main courtyard for defense. Facing the ghostly "Goto Ichiri", after receiving bad news from senior officials one after another, Tendo Yosuke no longer dared to hope to kill "Goto Ichiri" at the headquarters. He only hoped to preserve his strength and hold on until the police arrived and let the police deal with him.

Waiting for police rescue is a great sorrow for a gangster.

He couldn't even flee. The Omi Alliance was a new force he had formed by integrating more than a dozen large and small gangs. Its cohesion depended entirely on his personal prestige. If he fled and handed over his headquarters to others, the Omi Alliance would fall apart in a matter of minutes. If he did so, he might be able to save his life and the lives of many of his subordinates, but the Omi Alliance would be doomed.

There is only a very small chance of him retiring, and the most likely possibility is that he will be killed by the underworld organization he offended before, and he will most likely die.

On the contrary, if he had held on to his headquarters, this incident would have been merely a major setback for the Omi Union, and he still had a chance to make a comeback. Even worse, if he died here, a heroic death, Ishioda Reiji could still rally the Omi Union under the banner of revenge, and then rise from the ashes to become even stronger, realizing his grand strategy of commanding the Kansai Yakuza!

In the future, people will still remember that there was once a Tendo Yosuke who founded the Omi Union, and Ishioda Reiji inherited his will and led the Kansai Yakuza!

Tendou Yosuke knelt in the main hall and ordered his men to roll up all the straw curtains, so that he could face the gate directly. He wanted to face that powerful opponent head-on, and even if he died, he would remember his opponent's face deeply in his mind.

He gently stroked the katana on his knees. The scabbard was dull, the paint had peeled off, and the blade was chipped. This was not a famous sword, but an ordinary knife he bought after he got into quite a bit of trouble in his youth and entered the world of the Yakuza. However, it was this ordinary katana that accompanied him through the years of hunger and cold. It was also with this ordinary katana that he pointed at his subordinates and swore that he would make a name for himself, become a superior person, and become a great man admired by future generations!

He had used this blade to establish the Omi Union. So, if the Omi Union was about to be destroyed, he would still hold this sharp blade in his hand for one last fight!

This sword is the sharp blade that can cut off all obstacles to the Omi Alliance!

Tendo Yosuke stroked the blade silently. A cadre came over and reported in a low voice: "President, Master Ishio has reached a safe location. He asked me to ask you..."

Tendo Yosuke stopped his subordinate with his hand and asked, "Does the Metropolitan Police Department have any news?"

The officer's face was a little embarrassed. He bit his cheek before saying, "Many of our enemies are putting pressure on the Metropolitan Police Department. There's also endless debate within the department. No one can make a decision, and no one dares to take responsibility and issue an order... Traffic lines near us are blocked and chaotic. Several nearby police captains are using this excuse to evade us, saying it's difficult to reach us quickly."

After finishing his words with great difficulty, he bowed his head and apologized, "I'm so sorry! I'll think of a solution right away..."

Volume 1: Chapter 207: The Final Battle is Approaching

Tendo Yosuke didn't get angry, instead he laughed at himself: "The police are such unreliable guys, they only rush to the scene after things are over... It's not your fault, get out!"

Amidst the shrill whistling of a blade cleaving the air, Tendo Yosuke suddenly opened his eyes. The moment the shoji door exploded, a girl in a pink tracksuit and white sneakers slowly entered.

He noticed that there was not even a trace of blood on the other person's pink sportswear and white sneakers, but the sword in his hand was glowing with a strange fluorescence in the moonlight.

"Perhaps you are the key to this illusion?" The girl tilted her head and looked at the old knife on his knee. A golden halo that did not belong to a human flickered in her pupils.

The knuckles of Tendo Yosuke's fingers gripping the sword turned white, and by the time he realized he was shaking, the scabbard was already making a crisp sound against the floor.

"What kind of memories did the brainwashed alien, Viel, instill in you?"

Goto Ichiri chuckled, his katana swung in a silver arc in his palm. "Or... you've actually noticed something?"

A roar ripped through the stagnant air. Tendo Yosuke's charging stride precisely replicated the Iaijutsu stance he'd painstakingly practiced in his youth after switching careers from boxing. However, the blade's trajectory distorted strangely mid-swing—the fatal blow, intended for the throat, now aimed for the empty space three inches from the girl's left shoulder.

The sparks of metal clashing illuminated the stunned faces of both men. Goto Ichiri's blocking was a beat too slow, and the blade grazed the cuff of his tracksuit, plowing a half-foot-deep crack in the concrete wall.

"Is this something a normal human can do?"

In the space of consciousness, Goto Ichiri exclaimed in surprise because of this sudden attack.

"Goto Ichiri" quickly retreated three steps. In the afterimage of light energy left on his retina, he could clearly see the purple mist rising from the body of the young and powerful extreme Taoist.

Tendo Yosuke's pupils were oozing asphalt-like mucus, and something was wriggling under the skin of his right hand that was holding the hilt of the knife.

"The neural parasite of the brainwashed alien, the Veyel." Goto Ichiri quickly analyzed in the consciousness space, "The core nodes of this illusion world are more complex than expected.

,I need to..."

A sharp pain suddenly shot through the left side of Tendou Yosuke's abdomen.

When Tong Yangjie looked down and saw the tip of the knife embedded in his ribs, he realized that the speed of the opponent's second attack had exceeded the limit of human beings.

The sticky black blood dripped down the blood grooves on the blade, corroding honeycomb-shaped holes on the tatami.

The wail of metal rubbing resounded where the blades met. Tendo Yosuke's bloodshot eyes shifted strangely in their sockets. Beneath eyelashes clung to black mucus, human pupils alternated with the parasite's compound eyes.

"Why are you resisting?" Foamy secretions dripped from the corners of his cracked mouth, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from a rusty exhaust pipe. "You clearly crave blood too..."

"Goto Ichiri" turned around and took three steps back, frowning slightly as he watched the light energy seeping out of the host's rib wound.

Goto Ichiri's consciousness suddenly trembled: "Mr. Seven, the expression on his face when he swung the knife... was he crying?"

This discovery made Goto Ichiri re-examine his opponent.

There was a sudden 0.3 second delay in the trajectory of Tendo Yosuke's thrust, and the tip of the knife that should have pierced his heart just scraped the hem of his sportswear.

When the blade cut through the cloth, both of them saw the twisted wound at the same time - under the corroded flesh, there was a strange purple light flowing in the blood vessels of Tendo Yosuke's body.

"I see." Goto Ichiri launched a second Kasaya Slash. The vibration from the hilt confirmed his suspicions: "The brainwashed aliens, the Veyers, have transformed you into a living battery."

"Shut up!" Tendo Yosuke's roar suddenly switched to the clear voice of a teenager, which was the voice he used when he took over the casino at the age of 25.

The right arm controlled by the parasite chopped again, but the left arm tightly gripped his throat, and the nails scratched five bloody marks on the side of his neck.

The two forces tore at each other in his body, and his Iai stance repeatedly switched between perfection and collapse.

"Goto Ichiri" took the opportunity to rush into the middle section, and the tip of the knife kicked off the opponent's left sleeve.

On the arms covered with age spots, seventeen cuts of varying ages glowed phosphorescently in the moonlight.

"Please... please..." Tendo Yosuke's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty under the tentacles of the parasite, and tears suddenly overflowed from his human eye, "Kill me..."

Perhaps due to the hallucinatory nature of the space, Goto Ichiri experienced a flashback of dual memories. On that rainy night thirty years prior, as the young Tendo plunged his katana into the betrayer's heart, his left hand had similarly unconsciously clutched his chest. Now, as the old man, controlled by the parasite, swung his katana, his left hand continued to repeat that self-punishing gesture.

"Now!" Goto Ichiri suddenly shouted in the space of consciousness.

"Goto Ichiri" flipped the blade and hit the opponent's wrist with the back of the blade. Taking advantage of the moment when a crack appeared in the parasite's energy circulation, he reached into the torn collar of Tendou Yosuke's clothes.

When "Goto Ichiri"'s fingers touched the warm and hard object, the entire space suddenly fell into silence.

The pocket watch, stained with cold sweat, swayed gently in the moonlight. A yellowed photograph hidden within the case showed a girl in a sailor suit, holding a baby and smiling. This was a secret unknown even to Ishioda—one snowy night in 1947, the young man who had become a yakuza burned everything related to his wife and daughter, except for this pocket watch hidden near his heart.

The parasite let out a high-pitched scream, but Tendo Yosuke's human consciousness erupted with astonishing power. A gentle smile appeared on his tentacle-covered face, and with the last of his strength, he turned his katana and stabbed it into his violently beating right chest.

"Goodbye...Xiaoqian..."