I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

At the entrance of the escalator, seeing the man dressed as a samurai jumping down the stairs following Kazuo Tianto, Sousuke Araki is also ready to turn over to catch up...

"Jiaxin has the wind and the name Kama Itachi..."

A breeze blew from behind with an inexplicable murmur.

Sousuke Araki turned around quickly.

In the darkness, a thin middle-aged man in a black robe was attacking him with a scythe in each hand.

Approaching him, the airflow brought by the man's rushing attack hit Sousuke Araki, and instantly dissipated like a gentle breeze created by an old fan in summer.

The opponent's originally extremely fast speed has also become slow.

"Is it Kazuo Tianto's subordinate again..."

In the darkness, Araki Sosuke could clearly see the man's every move.

The movement suddenly slowed down, but the middle-aged man didn't notice it at all. With some effort, he lowered his body and swept across Araki Sosuke's feet with a "ruthless" kick.

"...Ale?"

A second later, "No. 4" looked up in embarrassment and looked at the front of him wrapped in "hand-torn three-hole black stockings", glaring angrily, and did not fall down because of his proud "law of causality" man……

"No...wait, how could..."

Only at this moment did he realize that the breeze wrapped around him had long since disappeared, and the "divine power" in his body had become extremely weak.

The sickle in his hand that should have been attached quickly has also become extremely obscure.

Seeing that the situation was not good, "No. 4" tried his best to drive the "divine power" in his body, and wanted to escape from the wind again...

"puff……"

But apart from expelling a large amount of gas in the body, the "magic power" did not respond.

"Aah!!!"

Time is running out, Sousuke Araki has no intention of fighting with the little minions.

With force on his hind legs, he jumped up slightly, and mercilessly slammed his knee into the face of this handsomely dressed man who was squatting in front of his lower body and expelling unknown gas.

"Ugh..."

He was slammed into the door by his ruthless iron knee, and the thin "No. 4" flew straight out in a spin, smashing the huge wooden box in the corner.

And he himself, at the moment of the middle leg in the face, has lost consciousness due to the concussion.

After dealing with this unknown man, Sousuke Araki hurriedly ran towards the inside of the second-floor platform.

"Damn, thanks to [Abigail's Silver Spoon], otherwise I would really return to the arms of the Lord..."

In the corner not far away, Siena was struggling **** the ground.

"Are you OK?"

A suspicious man with heavy stockings on his head quickly ran forward to help him up.

"...As expected... Sousuke BOY?"

Stunned for a moment, Siena confirmed the identity of the other party through his voice and body shape.

Although he didn't know how the other party broke through the defense line of the three and came to him, he was relieved when he remembered the strange skills of the young man in the woods that night.

"Don't worry about me, you try to stop those people first..."

Siena forcibly stabilized his trembling body and instructed Sousuke Araki.

"If you let that person out, I don't know how many killings will be made..."

Although the grudge [Abigail's Silver Spoon] helped him resist a lethal attack, the real and helpless death experience still remained in his heart, far more painful than the physical injury.

"Hey, don't tell me, I won't let that old guy run away..."

Confirming that Siena was all right, thinking of Kazuo Tianto's ugly face, Araki Sosuke's eyes lit up with angry flames, and he turned back and chased towards the stairs.

"Be careful, the guy with the sword is strong...very strong..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Behind him, Siena's reminder was instantly overshadowed by three gunshots below the warehouse.

When Sousuke Araki rushed to the guardrail, Matsumoto Yinjizheng stopped beside Kazuo Tiandou.

"Ding...ding..."

Three bullets, cut in half, landed weakly at his feet.

At the gap of the gate not far away, the man with the same winter black stockings on his hood, the smoke from the guns in his hands has not yet dissipated.

It was after Higashino Yukihira was loaded into the car, seeing that Araki Sosuke hadn't come out yet, and returned to the two former Ryoma back to the warehouse.

As soon as he walked to the crack in the iron gate, he saw Matsumoto Yinji supporting Tianto Kazuo and running towards him.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Higashino Kohei and the "missing" Araki Sosuke, relying on the black stockings on his head and the "black gun" registered in someone else's name, he shot more simply than Araki Sosuke.

... The big deal is to go back and write a few reports, saying that I had raised the alarm dozens of times before shooting these two "extremely dangerous and suspicious extremists."

"...This...is this something that humans can do?"

Seeing that the three bullets that he had fired without missing a shot were cut off by the man dressed as a ronin from the shogunate period without changing his face, Ryoma was also stunned before the second, showing an unbelievable look.

"Kazuo Tianto...where to go..."

At the same time, Sousuke Araki also rolled down from the top of the stairs...

"Hey... Kazuo, there may not be too many people who want your life."

"boom."

Before Matsumoto Ginji finished speaking, the gunshot sounded again.

"Zheng."

Matsumoto Yinji pushed the seriously injured Kazuo Tianteng aside, and the long knife in his hand once again accurately blocked the cold gun that Ryoma released again before Er.

"Sousuke, be careful, this guy's swordsmanship is terrible..."

On the other side, Ryoma Ermae had already taken this opportunity to kick the Qinglong sword inserted in the "gravel" beside the container to Sosuke Araki, who had just landed.

He had never heard of a human being able to chop down bullets at close range with a sword in such a dark environment.

"call……"

Sousuke Araki picked up the blue dragon sword, and immediately habitually held his hands together, holding his head high, the long sword hanging behind him...

This quaint Qinglong sword was only a little over sixty centimeters long. Compared with the pair of super-specialized double swords in the hands of the opposite man, it was as ridiculous as ordinary people wanting to compete with the African Elephant People.

But the moment he raised the knife, a mysterious and mysterious momentum began to slowly accumulate.

"Hey, it's not so coincidental..."

Looking at the "bank robber" who covered his face in stockings and held a "machete" not far away, Matsumoto Ginji's eyes were solemn, showing a complicated expression.

The posture of the man on the opposite side is clearly the starting style of Beichen Yidaoliu.

And ~www.readwn.com~ The other party's imposing manner is completely opposite to Chiba Ibuki, who has no trace and is weak like water, but they reach the same goal.

It's more like a tornado frantically plundering the surrounding air, as if it were about to accumulate into a destructive storm.

But there is only one thing without a doubt, this is the realm of Jianxin's transparency.

Obviously, this person has gone his own way in Beichen Yidao Liu.

Chiba Ibuki's crash course of "you can get a waiver in one day" can actually teach such a role?

"Huh... Two days first class, Matsumoto Yinji, with Bo Yai Guoan Tsuna, and Izumi Shou Fujiwara Kansada, see reference."

Matsumoto Yinji inhaled slightly, lowered his body, with the long sword in front and Wakizashi behind, and announced his name for the first time with a serious expression.

This shows that he regards the man with the stockings on his head as an equal opponent, not a "weed" that will fall down as he swings his sword.

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