Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

Jingu, who was watching the show nearby, couldn't help but clicked his tongue twice.

This plot is too familiar. Isn’t this a classic cosplay plot?The bitter boyfriend and the slutty cosplayer girlfriend, this kind of NTR book can basically be labeled as a reality adaptation.

The woman, unable to defend herself, directly changed the subject.

"Jun-kun, where did you get the gun? Put it down quickly. Killing is a serious crime. Do you want to kill me too?"

Continuing to delve into the topic of why she went to the comic exhibition with this man will only irritate the boyfriend in front of her even more.

"Jun Jun, put down the gun and let me accompany you to surrender. I will accompany you to atone for your sins."

After calming the man's emotions and trying to persuade him to put down the murder weapon, the woman showed a sincere and gentle expression.

But in front of the crazy man, this is no longer useful.

"Xiao Hui...you know? I found 46 pieces of evidence that you cheated on me, but I still don't want to believe it."

The man's hands were trembling, and his gun was pointed directly at the woman.

"As long as there is one piece of evidence that proves that you still love me, I can regard this evidence as the only truth and not doubt it."

"Jun-kun, what are you talking about? Of course I love you."

The woman forced a smile and tried her best to show a tender expression.

"Hehehehe..."

The man chuckled crazily, his hands shaking more and more.

"No! You are not! You are not my lover! You are my obstacle! You are my trouble! I want..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three consecutive shots penetrated the woman's slender body, weak arms, and finally, completely tore off her pretty face.

The men and women lying in a pool of blood, as well as the murderer who was completely crazy in both words and actions, at this time the security personnel were belatedly arriving.

But equipped with only ordinary anti-collision shields and batons, they only dared to approach slowly.

"Thugs over there, please put down your weapons and surrender as soon as possible and seek leniency!"

Facing the security personnel who gathered around him, as well as the unrelated passers-by who were watching from a distance, and the two corpses lying in a pool of blood in front of him.

why?

The man is a little puzzled.

Obviously the source of his troubles has been eliminated, but now that he has cut off his troubles, he can't feel any sense of pleasure or relief.

Something went wrong

Where is it?Is the root cause of trouble not eliminated?Or are there any problems that I haven't noticed?

His eyes swept across the crowd, ignoring the security guards surrounding him, and met a figure not far away.

With a joking, ruthless and indifferent look in his eyes, the young man looked at him like this, and raised the corners of his mouth as if he had swallowed his behavior as interesting food.

That's it, the man suddenly realized.

The root of the troubles has not been eliminated. As long as you can still think and live in this troubled world of endless sinking and constant troubles, you will not be able to truly cut off your troubles.

The man pointed the gun at himself, and laughed miserably, bitterly, and incomprehensibly.

"boom!"

A farce ended with the prisoner's suicide, and the shrine lost interest in continuing to visit.

"Let's go."

With the atmosphere ruined by such a bloody drama, Jingu naturally did not intend to go shopping anymore and left directly with Kuga Hikari.

"Demon obstacles, troubles..."

Sitting in the car, Jingu seemed to have accidentally mentioned the last two crazy words the man said.

Jiugaguang closed his mouth tightly, not daring to speak.

Her face was slapped. Yesterday, she assured the shrine that the Gun Cult had been eliminated, but today she encountered a shooting incident.

It's probably just a coincidence

"It should be the remnants left by the Spear Worship Cult. I will ask them to check it carefully and thoroughly when I get back!"

No matter it's a remnant or something else, he can't be slapped in the face in vain, he must deal with it cleanly.

"Really? Has this sect already affected so many people?"

It is indeed a bit of a coincidence that you can encounter this kind of thing when you go to a comic exhibition, although it is a very interesting scene.

"Ah...it seems to have a big impact."

Kuga Hikaru, who didn't read the report at all, felt a little guilty at the moment.

After all, she didn't even know what the Gun Worship Cult was.

She is still a minor, will these things have an immeasurable impact on her body and mind?

"Does it seem like it?"

Jingu looked at her with a half-smile, and Kuga Hikari felt even more guilty.

"Well, you don't have to worry about this. It's not reliable for you to do anything anyway."

There was no need to criticize Kuwaguang too much. After all, she had no intention of arranging for her to handle this matter.

Kuga Hikaru breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately realized that he had been completely seen through by Jingu.

"Hey, I knew you were the best, Jingu. I'm still a child and I can't let minors work."

Faced with Kuaga Hikaru's attentive behavior, Jingu just enjoyed it with peace of mind and thought about it for a while.

Then who should we go back to deal with this gun-worshiping sect?Who else is more reliable and suitable for handling such trivial matters?

No matter what, it would be unpleasant to allow others to tamper with and smear one's own scriptures, but it would not be the case for Jingu to do it himself.

Just when the shrine was thinking about this problem, they had already arrived at the door of the shrine.

After following Jingu out of the car and walking into the shrine, Jingu saw an unexpected uninvited guest.

Ogasawara Yoriko stood in the courtyard of the shrine, solemnly and respectfully, and turned around when she heard the footsteps behind her.

"What a surprise, Laizi. Did you come to me after you figured out what you were going to do?"

Jingu sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and looked at Ogasawara Yoriko with interest, looking forward to how she would answer him.

"Yes, Lord Jingu, I already understand what I want to do now."

Ogasawara Yoriko stood in front of the stone table. His attitude towards the shrine was unprecedentedly respectful, and his whole temperament was also different.

"Really? Then tell me, you must have come to me because you want me to help you, right?"

Chapter 273

The black escort vehicle drove out of Tokyo and headed outside the city.

In the car were members of the main organization of the Gun Worship Cult who were revealed after interrogation and were secretly sent to a prison outside Tokyo without trial.

This prison was built on the coast and was directly managed by the army.

It's not like many prisons with complete facilities, good treatment, and no birthday cakes.

Human rights are not discussed everywhere.

Behind the car, the blindfolded bald man was still whistling happily.

The police officers in the front row couldn't help but laugh in their hearts.

This guy probably thought that he would be sent to trial, and then he would rely on money to clear the way, play with the legal process, and finally leave in style.

The vehicle soon reached the outskirts of the area where the troops were stationed and was stopped by the gate.

After a brief exchange of documents and orders, the prisoners in the car were handed over to the other party.

Just after the escort vehicle left, the bald man's blindfolded eyes were opened directly.

"Colonel, you're so slow. I thought I was going to be killed directly by those bureaucrats from the Metropolitan Police Department."

The bald man grinned at the person in front of him, his golden teeth shining brightly.

The soldiers behind him had already opened the handcuffs for him, and he was free easily.

"how is the situation?"

Ignoring the man's talk, he just asked him coldly what the specific results were.

"It's too slow. Just a few hundred pistols are not enough to satisfy our people. The progress is too slow."

He took out the cigarettes from the other party's jacket pocket and touched his body before he remembered that all his belongings had been confiscated by the police, so he could only ask for fire from the other party.

"Colonel, how about something fierce? Didn't you eliminate the next batch of Type 89s a few years ago? How about giving it to me?"

The man took out the lighter, threw it to the bald man, and sneered.

"Then they discovered that the guns were leaked from the Self-Defense Forces, and then they came for them. In the end, everyone was treated as political prisoners and court-martialed?"

Firearms such as pistols have a large circulation around the world, and it will be impossible to trace their origin for a while.

But if you just take the old equipment from the army, wouldn't you just tell them that there is an internal problem?

"Hey, where is the Prime Minister? Isn't he from a civilian background? Have you ever tried to win over him?"

Squatting next to the outpost, the bald man took a deep breath from his cigarette, while his co-conspirator Colonel also squatted down and lit a cigarette for himself.

"I've tried a little bit, but it's of no use. Even civilian politicians are still politicians, just like those ministers."

The men's voices expressed undisguised disdain and hostility towards these politicians.

"But it won't work like this. The progress is too slow. Even if you can fish me out every time, you will be caught sooner or later, right?"

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, the two squatted here, whispering something that no one else could know.

After all, those who stand at the top of power are real monsters.