Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

"It goes so smoothly because we are only targeting some ordinary, weak Onmyoji. If we use the same method to target those strong ones, it will not have any effect."

Their goal is only to obtain the basis of some mysterious knowledge in Yingzhou, and they do not need to take risks to attack those powerful or big family Onmyojis.

These people are just half-baked or declining small families, as well as some characters without backstage or background.

"But even so, we must take maximum protection. We know nothing about their methods."

This sentence was addressed to Ichiro Yamauchi, and Friedrich took out a dose of morphine.

"Shikigami? Onmyoji? Divine descending? Or telekinesis? Magic? Word spirit?"

"We have no idea how they use these. Is it words? Or gestures? Points? Or just a thought?"

"We need them to be in this situation just in case."

Along with the words, someone has already started to wake up the people in the straitjackets.

His limbs were sore and weak due to muscle relaxants, his body was bound by a straitjacket, and even his brain was drowsy from the large amount of Veritaserum.

There is absolutely no chance for these people to escape from here, and they are completely used as expendables.

After getting the desired information from their mouths, this guy who has been poisoned by hallucinogens and becomes a cripple will probably only become the material for vivisection.

Yamauchi Ichiro felt in his pocket, took out a cigarette, and walked toward the door.

"I'll excuse you for now, little monk. I have to continue to spread the teachings of my Buddha."

"Be careful, Mr. Yamauchi."

Dana's voice rose from his

came from behind.

"Don't act so recklessly now. After all, you are our current Pope. It will be a bit troublesome to find a replacement for you."

"Ah, of course, Xiao Monk cherishes his life the most. If something happens, he will surrender directly and wait for you to save Xiao Monk."

Yamauchi Ichiro, with his shiny bald head, left the underground experimental area without looking back.

As for his departure, it will not affect the torture they continue underground.

After coming out of the underground experimental area, Yamauchi Ichiro happened to bump into Shiba Heihachi who was looking down in deep thought.

He turned around and looked around before approaching.

"Heihachi, do you smoke?"

It seemed like he was just asking him if he smoked, but when Shiba Heihachi saw him winking at him, he immediately understood what he meant.

"Don't worry, just tell me if you have anything. I don't have any monitoring equipment on me. They won't know."

Shiba Heihachi moved his lips and took the cigarette from him.

"What are you going to do next? Are you really going to cooperate with them like this? These foreigners are not simple things."

Yamauchi Ichiro's expression did not change and he said with a smile.

Needless to say, the cameras in this base will fall into the control of the other party, and the conversation between the two will naturally be no exception.

But since we can't avoid it anyway, just pretend to be chatting normally.

"What can I do if I don't cooperate? You also said that they are not simple things. Even if I choose not to cooperate, what can I do?"

"Even if they all followed us here, I don't think we can kill them if we attack directly."

Although everyone in the base is Shiba Heihachi's confidant, and they have a lot of firepower, killing a few researchers is not a problem at all.

However, Friedrich followed him indifferently, as if he didn't care.

"Then what should I do? I always feel that the purpose of those foreigners is not that simple. Do you really not prepare some backup plans?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I know how to hide it. You don't have to worry about these things."

Shiba Heihachi shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to worry about this issue.

"As long as you know what's going on, I won't say more."

Yamauchi Ichiro smoked the cigarette in one gulp and dropped it at his feet.

"Then I'll leave first. I still need to work hard to spread the sect."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Shiba Heihachi also discarded the cigarette butt and stared at his friend.

"Be careful. The intensity of what happens next will definitely be different from before. Don't die directly."

The bald man spat and cursed loudly.

"Tmd, why are you all planting flags for the young monk? The young monk regards life-saving as the first priority, how can he die so easily?"

"If something happens, the young monk will betray you all at the critical moment, so."

The bald man put on his sunglasses and turned his head.

"When the time comes, hurry up and save people. If you abandon me, don't blame me for betraying you."

"Ha ha..."

Shiba Heihachi chuckled a few times.

"Don't worry, even if I can't save you by then, I will give you a shot and send you to freedom."

"Ah, that's fine."

Yamauchi Ichiro swayed out of his sight and left the base with some men and firearms.

Sipoping put his hand into his arms and touched his gun. This gave him a sense of security, a feeling of security that could only be felt when the weapon was in hand.

If you want others to believe, you must first believe it yourself.

Chapter 280 Flaws

Late night in Tokyo.

Since the recent turmoil, violence and crime rates in Tokyo have increased a lot.

Today, except for Shinjuku, a city that never sleeps, other areas have begun to enter a strange state of spontaneous curfew.

In the middle of the night, not only dangerous monsters and strange stories echo, but violent murderers awakened by ghost blood sometimes wander around.

Minamoto Yoritomo spread ghost blood wholesale into the blood bank, which still caused extremely serious consequences.

What's more, recently, gun worship activities have also led to frequent shooting incidents.

In the past, when I met someone wrapped in a coat late at night, I would suspect whether the person was an exhibitionist.

Now, you have to be careful to see if the other party will pull out a pistol from under his coat.

The former only polluted his eyes, while the latter directly lost his life.

Therefore, the people who still appear wandering around the deserted streets in Tokyo late at night are not dangerous people, but also related people.

Yoriko Ogasawara couldn't tell whether he was a dangerous person or what.

Previously, she was a ghost-slayer in the middle of the night, a ruthless character who killed both humans and ghosts. She was once one of the creators of these late-night urban legends.

Now, she is the law enforcer who pursues those dangerous elements in the middle of the night.

The group of mortals in the Metropolitan Police Department were basically of no use. Even if they could catch some gathering places of gun worshipers, they could never catch any key figures.

Some are just crazy believers, and some peripheral figures who don't know the details.

And even Yoriko Ogasawara can detect that the activities of the Gun Worship Cult have begun to gradually expand recently, and they have become more formal and crazy.

From the initial small pistols, shotguns and rifles have begun to appear, and even explosives have begun to appear.

Of course, if you ask others for help, there must be many supernatural means that can be used to track down the mastermind behind the Gun Worship Cult.

But since this matter was entrusted to me by the palace, if I have to ask for help from everywhere, wouldn't it prove that I am incompetent?

For this reason, Ogasawara Yoriko could only use the patience and perseverance she had developed before, and closely follow the Gun Worship Cult activities.

The blood of ghosts brings not only strength to Yoriko Ogasawara, but also a keen sense of smell and strong endurance.

Let her tirelessly pursue the traces of the Spear Cult in the night.

"Um..."

Sitting on the rooftop of the building, Yoriko Ogasawara tried her best to capture the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

She made up her mind that after this incident was over, she must learn some serious techniques.

No matter how bad the situation was, he would have to catch a dog and use it as a shikigami. It would be too cheap to track down the criminal by smell.

found it!

After sniffing the air for a while, Ogasawara Yoriko opened his eyes in an instant, and his pupils shrank to a point.

Jumping up with a light gait, Yoriko Ogasawara held the thin green in hand and jumped down from the tall building.

The hem of her clothes swayed in the strong wind. Ogasawara Yoriko, who was descending rapidly, used the force on the surface of the building to shoot towards the target like a bullet.

On the dark street, a car

The ordinary van was driving.

The person in the driver's seat was driving the car with one hand, scratching his thick black hair with the other hand, and grinning while wearing sunglasses.

Those gringos were quite powerful. After a few days, the entire Tokyo police force could not find a trace of him.

This set of masks is also carefully made. Even if a special person investigates, they will not find that it is a fake face and wig.

Even though some of these activities were disrupted, he, the pope, was not found at all.

After all, as the scale of Gun Worship Cult activities gradually increases, he does not need to be the pope to deceive him personally every time.

Those gringos were convinced that with enough dose, anything could be done.

LSD is as effective as free of charge, and believers who are high can be deceived without much effort.

"Boom!"

It was as if something heavy had fallen on the roof of the car, and the entire car body shook, completely losing power and knocking Yamauchi Ichiro's mood to the bottom.

The sharp blade pierced through the roof of the car, cut through the iron as easily as cutting through butter, and stood in front of Ichiro Yamauchi.