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Chapter 198 Are you doing a prank variety show?

Los Angeles, USA.

Little Tokyo, literally translated as Little Tokyo, is the largest residence of Japanese expats and Japanese Americans in Los Angeles and even the United States, similar to Chinatown.

There are Japanese-style buildings everywhere, and small red lanterns with the word "福" printed on them emit a warm light.

Japanese people who come to Los Angeles to work or study abroad will feel like they are back home when they come to this street.

Today is Columbus Day, a federal holiday in the United States. In order to commemorate Columbus's landing in the Americas, people in Los Angeles will have a day off on the second Monday in October.

Tonight, the place is very lively, with colorful lights and light strips flashing around the signboards, and tourists coming and going, walking in the pedestrian street of Little Tokyo.

Banners for events were held in front of each store, and women in traditional kimonos loudly solicited customers in front of the newly opened ramen shop. Their makeup was exquisite, and the dim light added to their charm.

On the top floor of the hotel facing the street, young people in black suits were holding binoculars and monitoring the entire street.

There were two young men lying on the third-story roof, and the shadow of a woman was reflected in the lens.

"Actually, I have always felt that kimonos are very sentimental."

Miller's eyes were fixed on the young girl in the red kimono. He turned the wheel and focused his eyes on the girl's exposed jawline.

"Although very little is exposed in the kimono, whether it is the thighs or the chest, it is tightly covered, but the kimono is integrated from top to bottom. The coat belt tied around the waist seems to be able to peel off the clothes with just a slight tug. Yes, this feeling of being exposed but not being exposed is simply irresistible!"

"It's not surprising that you would think so. That island country made its fortune by selling women." Tria, who was lying next to Miller, said calmly: "In the late Meiji period, they relied on selling girls from their own country to earn foreign exchange. At that time, many workers went to the Nanyang Islands to grow cotton, and too many men caused an imbalance in the gender ratio. They seized this business opportunity and transported tens of thousands of wandering girls to Nanyang."

"Girls are called Nanyang Sisters. When they stand on the street, they wear kimonos. Most of the foreign exchange they earn will be taken away by the people above. Although in the early Taisho years, the activities of Nanyang Sisters have gained a lot of support from the international community. The crime was stopped, but those girls who returned to their hometowns were ostracized by their relatives and the people across the country, and eventually died alone."

"It's really pitiful." Miller said regretfully: "If I could go back to that time, I would definitely take in those homeless girls."

"Don't interrupt, we are here to perform a mission today."

"Telia, you are too serious. We are all freshmen and we are just here for a formality. Moreover, our bloodline is only C-level. Our mission on the battlefield is to cheer for the A-level and B-level seniors. , and take a look where there are pretty girls, so that we can find a place and arrange a celebration banquet."

"Today's main force is Chu Zihang, the president of the Lion Heart Club. I heard that he will make a big noise in every mission. In the Mexico time, he even used Jun Yan to blow up an entire gymnasium."

"What, are you scared?"

"Chu Zihang's photos are best-sellers." Tria flashed the digital camera in her arms: "Don't just look at the beautiful sister. If you can capture a few good shots, go back to the academy. I'll treat you. Eat from the cafeteria’s secret menu.”

"And a secret menu? How come I didn't know about it."

"The secret menu is only open after 12 o'clock at night. Of course you wouldn't know it if you stay in the dormitory all day playing beautiful girl love games."

"Then it's settled, I want a big portion."

"I'll satisfy you as much as you want."

"I'll copy it! Here it comes!"

"Chu Zihang is here?"

"The mission target is coming and heading towards us."

"Damn it! He seems to be on drugs. Strong drugs of unknown origin will speed up his transformation into a Deadpool. He has already divided the limbs of three victims, and they were all dragged to an alley for dismemberment on the spot. He wants to If he hadn’t committed crimes so violently, we wouldn’t have been able to find him in such a short period of time!”

"There's something hidden in his coat, it's the sharpened Japanese sword!"

"I have already informed others to evacuate the crowd!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire pedestrian street resounded with a crackling sound.

Someone lit a firecracker on the roof, the fuse made a snake-like sizzling sound, and then detonated the gunpowder, making a series of explosions.

"Gun, Gun!"

The guy in a clerk's uniform ran out from the second floor where there was black smoke. He yelled heartbreakingly. There was a bloody hole in his chest. He seemed to have been shot. He trembled a few times and fell to the ground. He was hanging upside down from the railing, staring at the tourists below with white eyes.

"Oh my god!"

"Oh my god!"

The tourists were shouting. In the United States, there is no such thing as firecrackers. Everyone thought they were gunshots.

Free America, shootings every day.

There is no shortage of shootings in this country, and gang wars and crime are rampant at night.

Maybe the gangsters in Little Tokyo are grabbing territory, maybe it's revenge. In short, everyone present deeply understands that they are in a country where guns are not allowed. For the sake of their own lives, one or two of them are going crazy. run.

To avoid a stampede, black-clad commissioners stood where roads converged to disperse crowds: "Here! Here!"

The girls who were standing on the street quickly returned to the store. Within ten seconds, all the stores closed the doors and windows, tightened the thick blackout curtains, and turned off the speakers.

This level of fluency makes one wonder if they are rehearsing for avoidance every day.

"Is Chu Zihang here?" Miller squeezed the Colt pistol in his hand.

The pistol is equipped with Frigga's alchemy bullets, which have a three times enhanced anesthesia effect.

"He just received the order to rush to us when he was on East Street!" Tria said: "We have to delay the target for at least one minute!"

"Damn it! There's still one person who hasn't been evacuated!" Miller stared at the young man in the middle of the road.

The young man with brown curly hair and blue eyes held a box of takoyaki in his hand and wore the latest Sony sound-isolating headphones on his ears.

The target was confronting him. The Asian, who looked miserable and haggard, and looked as thin as if he was seriously ill, was the target of this war training course.

Code-named Junkie, danger level A, he is Japanese. Kassel College only found this guy’s activities three days ago and determined that he was a fugitive who was left behind.

This guy's real name is Yukio Yamachi. He is a stowaway from Japan. He has no real job and spends his whole day idle and doing some sneaky things.

Originally, his bloodline did not reach the warning line. Although he often entered the police station, he was not within the scope of Cassel's supervision.

But something has changed about this guy. Five days ago, the Executive Department Commissioner broke into his old residence and found a batch of potent pharmaceuticals of unknown origin in his drawer.

The potion was sent to Kassel College for analysis, and the effect was only analyzed last night. The effect of that potion is very unstable. It is a fatal poison for ordinary people, but for some adapted hybrids, it seems to be able to achieve enhanced effects. The effect of blood. Dragon blood is both a weapon and a poison for hybrids.

Although the higher the bloodline, the higher the rating Norma gives, this rating is limited to hybrids with less than 50% dragon blood.

Once the dragon blood exceeds 50%, the violent part of the bloodline will be activated, and the hybrid will degenerate into a deadpool, become a servant of the dragon, and lose its humanity.

This 50% limit is called the critical blood limit. In addition to slaying dragons, Cassel spends a considerable part of his time dealing with Deadpools from all over the world.

As for Yukio Yamachi, according to Norma's inference, this guy has already exceeded the critical blood limit, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a deadpool. Therefore, the rating of this mission was raised from B level to A level, and an A level hybrid was temporarily transferred. Zhongchu Zihang came to support.

"Damn! Go and save people!" Tria yelled.

Only he and Miller were the closest to the young man. The young man didn't know what was going on. He was still eating the takoyaki in his hand calmly and staring at the "addict"'s bloodshot eyes.

Tria and Miller jumped off the roof of the third floor together, and a standard roll removed the impact.

"What are you still doing? Didn't you hear the gunfire? Let's go!" Tria said loudly.

"You're stupid, this is not a college! He can't understand you when you speak Chinese!" Miller held a Colt pistol and pointed the black muzzle at the addict.

The common language in Kassel College is Chinese. The ancestors of Dragon Slaying believed that there are many shadows of the dragon clan hidden in China's history. The emperor of China often called himself the True Dragon Emperor. Some scholars believe that the Black King Nighogg His mausoleum is in China, so Chinese is a required course at Kassel College.

"I understand Chinese, and I studied in China." The young man stuffed another takoyaki into his mouth: "You guys are on a variety show to trick passers-by. I can tell that it's not a gunshot at all, it's clearly a gunshot. firecracker."

"And the man above, stop pretending." The young man took off the headphones and hung them around his neck, waving to the man hanging on the railing: "Don't use ketchup next time, I can smell tomatoes. It tastes good.”

Tria felt that it was really unlucky to meet such a passerby who had studied in China and had a good nose.

Originally, he and his roommate Miller didn't have to do anything. They only had to wait for Chu Zihang to come, so they could pass the war training class and get the required credits.

They are only freshmen, and they are only of C-level blood. They can't even use their own speech spirits. Is it so difficult to start with?

Miller licked his lips: "Telia, he has transformed into Deadpool, we should be able to shoot."

The addict took his hand out of his pocket, and Tria could clearly see the folded scales on his hand.

The addict pulled the bloody Japanese knife from his back, which he used to dismember his victim.

Tria had seen photos of the scene. It was as bloody as a slaughterhouse. The guy's police file showed that he had pica. He liked to eat rabbits raw. He would peel off the rabbit's face and suck it carefully. Meat and rabbit blood.

His confession at the police station showed that he chose rabbits only because rabbits are very tolerant and the animals do not make any noise, so after he bought them home, he could enjoy them slowly without worrying about being discovered by his neighbors. .

You can almost imagine what kind of torture the victims of drug addicts suffered before dying. This guy is a devil. Tria felt that her legs were weak, and the sharp Japanese knife had a hairy smell. The coldness.

"Shoot!" Tria pretended to be calm and fired together with Miller.

The bullet was fired, but the addict's eyes lit up.

Obscure syllables were released from his mouth, and an invisible barrier burst out with him as the center. The bullets were blocked, and the bullets fell to the ground.

"Why is it this Yanling?" Tria pursed her lips.

Word Spirit: Dustless Land, this is a defensive Word Spirit that can create an instant vacuum field to exclude all unauthorized substances. As long as the body can withstand the vacuum, it can defend against almost everything.

This means that guns have no effect on drug addicts. To defeat him, you must use heavy weapons or simply rely on physical strength to crush him.

But how could a Deadpool with power beyond the critical blood limit be comparable to two C-level hybrids, Tria and Miller.

He wanted to run away, but there was a stranger behind him. Miller, the idiot who only had beautiful girl love games in his head, had already rushed out, as if he didn't know what fear was.

"Hurry up and run away with my brother studying abroad!" Miller shouted: "Chu Zihang will be here soon!"

Tria gritted her teeth and turned around, trying to forcefully take away the overseas student who was eating takoyaki.

But he found that there was nothing behind him.

The addict swung his weapon, and the blade cut through an arc. It stands to reason that an ordinary Japanese knife would soon become dull after dismembering three people, but this knife was still sharp.

At this moment, Miller realized that he had made a mistake in his calculations. He wanted to use the grappling skills learned in the academy to control the target, but his reaction speed could not keep up.

That arc would cut him in half, and he would be split in two from the waist. He suddenly understood this, and extreme fear burst out from deep in his heart.

However, the expected cutting did not happen, and he suddenly rushed back.

His eyes darkened and he felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach.

"Oh my god."

Tria, who caught Miller, looked at the back blankly.

The blazing golden pupils lit up, brighter than those of a drug addict. Tria had never seen such bright golden pupils before, they were like light bulbs.

The overseas student with headphones pinched the addict's wrist with one hand, and with a sound that sounded like bones breaking, the blood-stained Japanese sword fell to the ground.

The overseas student brother didn’t disappear, but Tria couldn’t see his movements clearly. He held down the addict with one hand, pushed the guy to the ground and held him down, like he was holding down a chicken.

At this time, another black-haired Chinese man hurried over.

It was Chu Zihang. He had a pair of golden pupils that would never go out. He usually wore contact lenses, but today he was performing a mission. The golden pupils could intimidate the target, so his eyes were shining with golden light.

"What a coincidence, your eyes also glow?" The stranger holding the target smiled faintly.

Chu Zihang hadn't felt this way for a long time, a kind of creepy feeling.

The last time I felt like this was that rainy night six years ago.

His instinct for predicting danger was warning him to stay away from this person.

His hand unknowingly pressed on Murasame's knife handle, but even so, the creepy feeling did not disappear. It was not until the man's golden eyes dimmed that the coercion disappeared as if restrained.

But his tightened skin could still feel the lingering power.

(End of this chapter)