Tokyo Trickster

The children's mother followed closely behind.

The banker, who was unable to come up with the money and whose life was completely ruined, burned a house full of award certificates and rushed into the gang's base with a knife to fight them desperately.

He only injured three people before being knocked unconscious, tied up and thrown into the trunk of a van.

A dark business is spreading in this small town.

But it is indeed extremely profitable and fills the pockets of those "local aristocrats" who have been poor all their lives.

As the only banker in the entire town, every powerful guy was jealous of his savings and the funds in his hands, so when the opportunity to divide them was presented before them, naturally everyone responded.

The further away from the city, the more you can experience the meaning of the primitive law of the survival of the fittest.

No one cares about the impact of losing the bank on the town. They only care about improving the quality of life and enjoying a satisfying life. Money is not in their hands, it is just a pile of waste paper.

In poor and backward areas, people's desires are the highest, because without the restraint of public opinion, they will become unscrupulous and rampant.

Higashino's full name is Higashino Yashi. He was once a member of one of the many underground gangs in Shibuya. Because a man named Jincheng Junya made drastic changes to integrate the gangs and achieved great success, he ambitiously chose to join the war, but he was defeated as expected. He was eventually driven out of Tokyo, and he gathered a large number of young people with the same experience to form a gang in a small city, which has now been renamed "Zodiac".

He learned from Jincheng Junya to run the gang business, but his methods were far more brutal and cold-blooded, almost abandoning human morality and conscience. Every banknote he got was soaked in blood, and he built an unbreakable profit chain with corpses. The scale of the organization was also expanding. Those police officers and officials seemed to be possessed, and they turned a blind eye to it, completely trapped in the fanatical desire that was like a dream.

When he thought about how he had been humiliated by a young man, he felt rage burning from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to bring his gang to surround the other party immediately and let him see with his own eyes how his girlfriend was toyed with and all the valuables in her body were taken out like rags.

However, the Huangdao Gang had only been established for two months, and they still had to consider the "loyalty" of their subordinates. Even if they were furious, they had to hold back and comfort the wounded first.

"Inspector Ohkawa?" Higashino met a familiar person on the street corner.

"That guy is a bit weird," the disguised police officer said gloomily, "He is obviously just from Tokyo..."

"Next weekend, pay the Metropolitan Police Department 10 million yuan in compensation." Higashinoya thought there was a better way to deal with Amamiya Ren, "I hope you can catch him and put him in the interrogation room as soon as possible."

The police officer immediately smiled and said, "It's easy. I heard that they are leaving tonight. I have already contacted the people above to stop them. It will take a few days. What do you think..."

His smile turned a little lewd. "There are quite a few pretty girls in there. I heard there are also daughters of big companies and part-time models? I really want to have a taste of them."

It was as if someone was manipulating his mind, the inspector made such disgusting remarks in broad daylight.

Higashinoya's expression changed drastically, and finally became a horrible distortion. "Of course, the flesh of a chaebol daughter might taste like gold, silver and jewelry."

Their eyes became empty, and then they parted without saying a word to each other, like puppets hung by silk strings, twisting back and forth on a stage that had been prepared long ago.

After walking nearly half a street, Tonoya finally came to his senses, "What am I doing here? This is really weird."

He returned to the clinic, bought a bottle of hot juice from the vending machine, unscrewed the lid and drank it. Crunch. The empty can was smashed to the ground and then crushed.

The heavily made-up woman limped out of the clinic. Her eyes were empty for a while and then became serious. She called out "Brother Higashino" in a humble manner, which made Higashinoyaji very satisfied.

"How's Koichi?" He wanted to take out a cigar and light it, but the cigar box was empty. It was strange, because I remembered that I bought it yesterday and there were 8 cigars in it.

"My wrist is fractured transversely. The doctor said the treatment time has expired and there is no hope of recovery..." The woman lowered her head.

Dongye saw the woman returning to the clinic, so he took out his cell phone to check the balance of his bank card. He thought he was short of money and should go find some fattening pigs.

So he called the founder of "Daochi Private Bank".

Beep, beep, beep...a ​​busy tone and no one answered the phone.

"Damn it," he kicked the can far away, "Look, I'm going to kill him."

The phone suddenly vibrated and the screen lit up. Someone was calling.

"Dongye! Mr. Dongye, please give me some more time. I will soon..."

Higashinoya sneered and shook his head, as if he was really dignified like a bodhisattva, "Money is your problem, you have to..."

He was speechless. He just lowered his head silently and looked at the "corpses" of the eight cigars, his expression becoming terrified.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and strode into the clinic, "Xiaoyi! Village Office!"

The doctor in the clinic had been strangled to death at his desk, and the two gang members with broken hands and feet were no longer breathing, with obvious bruises on their throats.

A chill engulfed him, and then he felt dazed, and his hands seemed to strangle his neck uncontrollably.

No... Higashinoya cried in despair and eventually strangled himself. His tense muscles relaxed instantly and he fell to the ground like mud, his heart stopping.

at the same time.

In the memory space, Ryuji Sakamoto was riding the heavy motorcycle speeding on the street, and Amamiya Ren picked up a piece of broken brick from time to time and threw it at the giant wolf that was chasing him from behind.

The wolf was already starving, with gray fur and snake-like pupils. It ate anyone it saw along the way. Many terrible shadows died this way, just as it had used all means to kill countless capable and loyal ministers in reality.

"What's going on with this guy?!" Ryuji Sakamoto threw out a ray of fire to stop him.

The places where the other party walked seemed to have collapsed into snow.

Amemiya Ren weighed the Cong Yuwan in his hand, ready to draw his sword and kill someone at any time.

This place will soon be separated from the impression space and become an independent palace.

They still haven't found the root cause of the mutation.

It was as if a wall was broken at some moment, and behind the wall a black cat emerged from the snow.

Morgana finally escaped back to reality after going through untold hardships, "Hahaha! We! We escaped!"

The black cat with blue eyes licked its paws contentedly. Speaking of which, I seemed to have heard the voices of Joker and Skull. Could it be that they saved me? Morgana was horrified and quickly thought about returning to the impression space.

The sound of the engine whirring. With the ripples, Amamiya Ren and Sakamoto Ryuji fell out and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Amamiya Ren staggered to her feet, grabbed Morgana by the scruff of the neck and turned it around to face her, "How did you get there?!"

"Joker, let me explain!"

"Fortunately, Sakamoto and I are going to operate in the Impression Space, otherwise how long would you be trapped in there?"

Morgana's eyes were already filled with tears. "I am scared too!"

Amamiya Ren threw it to the ground, "Go find Shiomi, it's time for us to act."

"Are we going to capture that palace? It's almost out of the impression space."

"Guess why Ryuji Sakamoto and I ran away."

Sakamoto Ryuji finally recovered, stood up and rubbed Morgana's head. "Can you stop making me worry?"

Amamiya Lian suddenly reached out to stop their fight, "Hide, there are enemies approaching."

The two men and one cat from the Phantom Thieves hid in a newsstand that had no owner.

Where did the enemies in the real world come from? Morgana and Sakamoto Ryuji soon realized that they were a group of gangsters riding motorcycles on the road, with machetes or sticks tied to the back seats. They seemed to be infected by special emotions, and some were obviously mentally ill.

"The palace is about to leave the memory space, and the 'residents' in it are being expelled, so the reality has temporarily become like this."

"Hey, those are the people who blocked our way that the dog ate when it was chasing us..." Sakamoto Ryuji looked embarrassed.

"If nothing unexpected happens, some people died, and not a few of them." Yu Gong Lian patted Xiao Cong Yu's head and whispered in her ear, "You don't have to listen to these things."

Cong Yu lowered her eyes. She felt that she was just a weapon and should not show any mercy. She should just hand everything over to Amamiya Lian. She did not object to a future where her body would be stained with blood. She was just a little mysophobic, or she could not adapt to killing her former kind for the time being.

Amemiya Ren asked Sakamoto Ryuji to go back to the hotel to write a notice and asked Morgana to find Shiomi Kotone. He then took Xiao Cong Yu to the woods opposite the newsstand to explain in detail the goals and ideas of the Phantom Thieves.

Different from the "teaching and learning" here, on the other side, Shiomi Kotone was chatting with the female police officer at the counter in the Metropolitan Police Department.

She cast her eyes cautiously at the men and women passing by the corridor, and could sensitively sense that they seemed to have other thoughts about her. It was as if they wanted to strip her naked and do something very dirty and disgusting. This was very strange, and it was very funny and ironic for such a guy to wear a police uniform.

This is really strange, she thought, the entire Metropolitan Police Department can't be full of bad people, right? Shiomi Qinyin looked at the policewoman behind the counter, who was opening a drawer and impatiently searching for something.

"Navi, how's the intelligence gathering going?"

"Nav?"

Shiomi Kotone asked twice in a low voice.

There was a moment of silence in the wireless headset, and suddenly there was a warning from Sakura Futaba, "Ms. Shiomi, run!!!"

She raised her head sharply and looked directly at a police pistol with the safety off.

The female police officer who had been chatting and laughing now had a dull look on her face and struggle in her eyes. She tremblingly raised her pistol towards her and was about to pull the trigger.

Kotone Shiomi snatched the pistol without hesitation, and Futaba Sakura turned off the entire Metropolitan Police Department's surveillance system.

The sound of guns being loaded could be heard in all directions.

Countless guns were pointed at her.

Alas, I shouldn't have gone to the Metropolitan Police Department alone to collect intelligence. But the purpose was achieved.

She thought that her clothes might get dirty and it was really cold to take a bath in winter.

(PS: This book is about to reach 40 words, which is not easy. I have been able to stay within my proper place until now, and have not been overtaken by Shen He. Win!)

17-year-old Ace: 156. Killing Battousai (4.4K)

When they were in Tokyo, the Phantom Thieves knew that in the memory space, they could see people's shadows wandering on the subway tracks. Some of the inner twisted shadows might be separated into a separate space, while the inner twisted shadows would be driven out of the memory space and build their own "palace".

The impression of Daochi is that of a cyberpunk town without tall buildings. Everywhere you look, you can see chaotically colored glare from the densely packed buildings. The sky is a starless and moonless night, and the light pollution paints it into a dirty watercolor canvas.

This town is sick. The birth of a temple is like a malignant tumor. Even if it is peeled off, it still leaves countless poisons. The strong desire distorts the entire environment.

A group of evil spirits roam the town.

They wander around, dominated by a desire called "jealousy", hating all the powerful, hating big cities, hating all the unattainable people and classes. They bare their ferocious claws and cast their bloodthirsty eyes on every inch of the street.

Until a heavy motorcycle with ghost lights on passed by on the highway in the town. The thief shook out his black windbreaker and took off the divine sword hanging on his back. The shiny blade reflected the moonlight. He broke into this town full of ghosts and set off a bloody storm on the whole street.

......

The bullet-riddled security door hit the ground with a dull thud.

Shiomi Kotone rolled into the dark archive room, took out the summoner and pressed it against her temple, "Persona."

Opros swung the bow and played the harp twice. The orange-red flames quickly swallowed and expanded in the small room, and then spread into a blazing circle of fire. The two police officers who had just rushed in retreated in panic. At this moment, Shiomi Kotone jumped out from the corner of the room, removed their arms with smooth joint techniques, and took away the police pistols.

She took back her personality mask, aimed at the emergency lights in the corridor and pulled the trigger repeatedly, then pried open the fire cabinet, wrapped a roll of nylon rope around her arm, took out the carbon dioxide fire extinguisher, smashed it into the archive room where flames were rising, fired at the fire extinguisher, then threw the pistol into it, turned around and disappeared into the dark corridor -

There was a deafening explosion. There was the sound of shattering windows everywhere.

Kotone Shiomi kicked open the door of the police chief's office, stepped forward and knocked out the high school girl who was tied to an office chair, stripped to her underwear, and had tears all over her face. She wrapped the nylon rope around the leg of the desk and tied a knot. She grabbed the end of the rope and stepped out of the window, jumping down while pushing against the wall. On the way, she grabbed a long and sharp piece of glass and swung herself towards the wall when she was about to hit the ground. Then she grabbed the edge of the windowsill tightly and climbed back into the office building again.

"There's a rope! She's already escaped!"

"No footprints were found..."

"Damn, she's still in the office building!"

The police officers searching outside the office building only hesitated for a moment before confirming that Shiomi Kotone had not escaped from the Metropolitan Police Department.

But it was this hesitation that gave her the opportunity to escape.

The Metropolitan Police Department in Dochi Town is the department that profits the most through the channels of the mafia. Unlike backward small towns, the buildings here have been equipped with modern network management systems. Originally it was for convenience and to save office time, but now it has become a tool for Sakura Futaba to influence reality.

"Navi," Shiomi Kotone ran wildly in the corridor. Suddenly, he kicked the wall and side-kicked the two police officers who were walking around the corner. The heel of his sturdy boots knocked the target unconscious. He knocked his companion back with a sharp elbow, snatched the gun, and then broke into the locker room.

At this time, the entire office building lost power. Sakura Futaba successfully turned off the power, and the police officers could only search with emergency flashlights.

She found a suitable winter uniform in the women's locker room which was filled with adult supplies and various erotic photos. She shouted "Opros" again, burned her clothes, and blended into the corridor where footsteps were everywhere.

"The power hasn't been restored yet?!" someone shouted.

"The maintenance worker has already gone, now start searching in groups!"

"Roger that!"

"Report, there is a fire in the second-floor locker room."

"The nearest team, go put out the fire, quickly!"

"Report! The fire cabinet is broken!"

"Then call the fire department."

"And you, which team are you from?" The police captain who has been obsessed with kidnapping underage girls recently stopped Shiomi Kotone who was jogging in the corridor with her head down. Because the light was too dim, he could only see that she was a thin and small guy with a curvy figure. He handed her a business card and said, "Hurry up and carry out your captain's orders. Also, please take some time to come to my office tonight. I have an urgent task for you."

Xijian Qinyin didn't say anything, just took the business card and disappeared into the darkness.

She took advantage of the sunlight outside the window to quickly glance at the contents of the business card. She had just passed by this office not long ago, and it seemed that the content of the so-called "urgent task" was not very serious.

Unfortunately, there is no way to save the girl. But as long as we can defeat their shadows in the impression space, I believe she can be saved.

This building, which symbolizes the government's credibility, has degenerated into a dirty den of money-spending, where everyone is thinking about putting money into their own pockets and using their power to do more dirty things.

During her escape, Shiomi Kotone had encountered too many women who were imprisoned in small rooms, middle school students, high school students, and white-collar workers, all of whom were treated in an infuriating way. Alcohol and drugs filled the desks and shelves, and thick banknotes were stacked in drawers. These were all "trophies" looted from the residents.

It was hard for her to imagine that such a glamorous government department could quickly degenerate into such a hellish scene after being dominated by desires. It was even more disgusting than the unscrupulous dealers who lingered on the streets selling contraband and harming students.

Fortunately, the police officers here are passive in thinking because their minds are dominated by desire. Although Shiomi Kotone's deception is crude, it is more than enough to deal with such occasions.

She quickly left the office building under the pretext of going to the restroom, locked the door in the women's restroom cubicle, then opened it again and came to the Velvet Room.