Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

The bone-chilling blade reflected his pale face.

"Wha-what is it!!!"

It was the inhuman, or extraordinary character that I had been worried about, who appeared.

Although it had long been expected that the Gun Worship Cult would show its flaws sooner or later and attract this type of characters, when the day actually came, Yamauchi Ichiro was still in a deep abyss.

However, even though he was very nervous in his heart, Ichiro Yamauchi still acted like a normal person, pretending to be frightened and desperately trying to restart the van.

"Hey!"

After tearing the iron sheet of the car roof, Ogasawara Yoriko looked down at Yamauchi Ichiro.

"I ask, you answer, understand?"

"You, you, you, who are you?!"

Ichiro Yamauchi looked panicked, as if he didn't understand what Yoriko Ogasawara was saying.

"Quiet!"

The thin green brushed against his face, and the sharp blade cut a trace of his cheek.

"what!"

Screaming, Ichiro Yamauchi covered his face, rolled and crawled out of the car, and finally fell on the cement road and chewed mud, chipping several teeth.

In terms of acting skills, Ichiro Yamauchi has been honed, and he perfectly performed the appearance of an ordinary driver encountering such an incident.

Of course, he never had any intention of escaping, he was just pretending to be an ordinary person who didn't know anything.

As expected, the majestic and cruel executioner Ogasawara Yoriko appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"You, you, you, who are you? What do you want to do!?"

Facing Ogasawara Yoriko, he kept crawling backwards.

"You don't need to know who I am."

With the blade on his neck, he didn't dare to move.

"I'm just asking you, what is your relationship with the Gun Cult? Who gave you the gun in the trunk of the car, and where are you taking it?"

A series of questions popped out of Ogasawara Yoriko's mouth, while Yamauchi Ichiro only looked horrified and puzzled.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about...I'm just an ordinary driver. What kind of gun worship? What kind of guns? I have no idea at all!"

"Tsk..."

Ogasawara Yoriko smacked her lips in displeasure. Could it be that he was another cargo carrier who had nothing to do with the Gun Cult?

Even if he asked who he got the goods from, it would just be a new trace, and in the end no specific source could be found.

It's really an irritating situation.

Just when Ogasawara Yoriko thought her efforts were in vain again, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a sparkling object on the ground.

It was a gold tooth that reflected light under the streetlight.

Chapter 281 Sniper

Some familiar gold teeth were stuck in the gaps in the road.

Ogasawara Yoriko's eyes sharpened, and her sinister temperament was clearly revealed.

A thin green light flashed past, and blood oozed from Yamauchi Ichiro's face.

"Strange? I should have seen you before. Did you just change your face?"

The narrow and thin green blade quickly left several blood lines on Yamauchi Ichiro's mask.

Have you seen me?The words of Yoriko Ogasawara flashed through Ichiro Yamauchi's mind.

But before he had time to think, Yoriko Ogasawara's sharp claws were clasped on his face, deeply embedded in his flesh.

"what--!"

This time it was a scream caused by real pain. The sharp claws pierced the disguised face and really clasped his face.

"Sure enough, this is the taste of blood."

The false skin was violently torn off, and the disguised blood spattered everywhere, accompanied by violent pain.

Ichiro Yamauchi was twitching on the ground, and he even felt as if his face was being torn off directly, with strong special glue sticking to his face.

"It seems that the hair is probably fake. Are you still pretending to me that you don't know anything now?"

He stepped on Ichiro Yamauchi's throat with his foot, and before he could resist, his hands and feet were cut off by Bolu.

This time, I finally caught a decent big fish.

Ogasawara Yoriko's face revealed an expression of joy.

She had met Ichiro Yamauchi, a bald rock monk, at one of her mother's gatherings.

The other party should have frankly raised his hands and surrendered, but now he appears here in a different disguise.

No matter what, this guy is definitely a character who knows the inside story.

The throat and chin were stepped on, eliminating the possibility that he might have hidden poison in his mouth or bit his tongue to commit suicide, Ogasawara Yoriko put away the green.

"Come on, tell me in detail, how did you escape from prison? Who are you in the Gun Worship Cult?"

Ogasawara Yoriko has not learned any interrogation techniques, but the alien and crazy feeling of being an inhuman thing in her body is the greatest interrogation technique.

When people face the same kind of people, they will always have a trace of innocence, and they will not feel scared quickly subconsciously.

And when facing tigers, leopards, or evil spirits and Rakshasas, they will only have deep uneasiness and vigilance.

Because the other party is not of the same kind, he will not pay attention to kindness, rationality, or social rules and consensus.

Even after putting away the green, Yoriko Ogasawara's sharp claws stained with blood still remind Ichiro Yamauchi all the time.

If she doesn't get the answer she wants, the guy in front of her will really tear him into countless pieces of meat.

In this case, it is better for the other party to pull out the knife. At least the knife is very sharp, so fast that he will die without feeling pain.

Yamauchi Ichiro's silence aroused Ogasawara Yoriko's dissatisfaction. A slight force was exerted on his feet, and a tooth-searing bone cracking sound was heard. Yamauchi Ichiro's teeth gradually cracked during the squeeze.

"Do you want to choose not to tell me? That would be a bit troublesome. After all, you are a big fish that I rarely catch."

This sentence instantly ignited Yamauchi Ichiro's hope.

As long as she can communicate, she will be of use to her, at least not

Died so easily.

But then, Ogasawara Yoriko's next words instantly and ruthlessly knocked down his newly raised hopes.

"But it doesn't matter. After all, even if you die, you can still keep your soul. It would be much easier to go directly to Yama to interrogate the soul."

As he spoke, he exerted force, as if he was going to crush Yamauchi Ichiro's throat completely under his feet.

In the eyes of Ichiro Yamauchi, the condescending Yoriko Ogasawara showed a cruel yet pleasant smile.

"Crack..."

Yamauchi Ichiro tried his best to make some noise from his throat, trying to beg Ogasawara Yoriko for mercy.

"Huh? Do you have any last words? Or do you want to curse me? I'm sorry, those kind of words will harm the physical and mental health of an underage girl, so it's better not to say them."

It’s over, I really want to send it directly this time, but can you do it a little more easily?

Yamauchi Ichiro began to feel that his brain was lacking oxygen. Ogasawara Yoriko did not crush his throat directly. Instead, she strangled his throat and waited for him to die from lack of oxygen.

The things in front of me began to gradually darken, and my consciousness gradually moved away.

Ogasawara Yoriko estimated in her heart, and then prepared to slowly release her foot.

At this moment, the van, which had been parked on the side of the road and lost power, suddenly started and its lights suddenly turned on.

The wheels spun violently, and the cab was clearly empty, but the vehicle suddenly started and rushed towards Ogasawara Yoriko.

The modified van looks unremarkable on the surface, but in fact, it is a high-horsepower competitor even when it is driven on the track, making it a beast on the road.

But even a van modified in this way is not a threat to Ogasawara Yoriko.

The moment the front of the car came into contact with the weak fist, what was deformed was the steel beast made of alloy. The crazy horsepower could only make the wheels spin weakly on the ground.

Just when Ogasawara Yoriko was distracted and blocked the van, a dangerous bullet was shot from the barrel of the gun on a tall building in the distance.

The distance of three kilometers was just a blink of an eye for this bullet, and its target was not Yoriko Ogasawara, but Ichiro Yamauchi, who was dying underground.

"Go away!"

Ogasawara Yoriko's sharp claws embedded themselves in the front of the van and directly lifted the two-ton vehicle.

The modified alloy armor turned into a shield, making a violent collision sound. Even anti-material ammunition could not completely penetrate the shield.

"The operation failed, Miss Dana, let's retreat quickly."

After failing to hit the target, the sniper quickly packed up his equipment and said to the blond researcher behind him.

"This location is too dangerous. For that monster, it's only three kilometers away. It's too dangerous."

Through the sniper scope, the sniper saw everything that just happened. He simply estimated that this monster wanted to rush over and kill him.

It probably only takes less than 30 seconds, and even if you include the obstruction of tall buildings, it will only take another 30 seconds.

"Don't worry, the other party is more interested in the information they get from that guy, and they won't come after you easily."

Dana put down the telescope and said calmly.

"If I come after you, I might just get a dead body, and she will lose the information she got, so she won't catch up."

Dana's assumption was correct, Ogasawara Yoriko would not catch up like this.

As long as the desired information can be obtained from Ichiro Yamauchi, the sniper will only die sooner or later.

As for finding Yama?She just said it casually, and she had no intention of asking for help.

Chapter 282 Handling

"It's so miserable for you. Even your own accomplices want to kill you."