I am a god in Tokyo

"You should have felt the previous explosion, right? Hahaha, we have already placed a lot of explosives on the Rheinland. As long as it is detonated, a modern version of the Titanic will be staged!"

In an instant, all the noise, all the dissatisfaction, and all the scolding disappeared.

The whole ship fell into a deathly silence.

Only the radio continues to spread the man's proud voice.

"I know that among you people, there is a group of people with supernatural powers, but the cruise ship sank, those people may survive, but what about ordinary people without supernatural powers?"

"Bastard!" Baichuan Ringo gritted his teeth.

In the refuge area, the people who were originally delighted by the psyker's recovery of power also poured a basin of ice water to quench their blood.

They couldn't help but look at the psykers.

If the other party actually detonated the explosives and the cruise ship sank...the psyker might be able to survive, but what about us?

Celebrities don't want to gamble their lives.

"We only want money and don't hurt people!" The male voice on the radio laughed a few times: "We also hope that everyone can cooperate well. After all, life is more important than money, isn't it?"

"Everyone, please go to the banquet hall of the cruise ship. Yes, everyone must be there. I don't want to see any more resistance. Thank you for your cooperation!"

With pleasant and malicious laughter, the broadcast stopped abruptly.

"We're divided."

Rin Tohsaka shook his head, feeling the emotions fermenting in the silence of the refuge area.

Reinis sat aside, looking at everyone with interest.

"If it's just asking for money, we don't actually need to conflict with them!"

Among the crowd, well-dressed elites stood out.

"If the money is gone, you can make it again, but you only have one life. Let's follow their orders. Those with bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes. Who knows what these terrorists can do?"

"I agree."

"What if they really detonate the explosives? It just happened once, and the whole ship seems to be falling apart!"

Everyone chattered and agreed, and soon targeted the psyker.

The psyker who recovered his spiritual power was begged by everyone, but he could only give up the idea of ​​counterattack aggrieved.

Passengers in each refuge area, according to the mercenary's instructions, went to the central banquet hall honestly.

They even came up with the idea that the other party is asking for money and not killing, but they are actually taking care of their own thoughts, and thus they have a certain sense of identification with these terrorists out of fear.

"Stockholm Syndrome!"

Bai Chuan Lingo clenched his teeth, wishing he could rush out immediately and wake up this group of idiots who were deeply trapped and didn't know it.

As a policeman, she naturally knows the tactics of mercenaries,

Breaking down the psychological defenses of victims by lowering standards is an old trick of terrorists.

As corny as it is, it works every time.

She held the pistol tightly, and did not follow the broadcast order to go to the central banquet hall, but continued to go deeper.

It is the most stupid behavior to hold fate in the hands of the enemy.

Turn around the stairs and walk down.

Bai Chuan Lingo suddenly stopped, suppressed his breathing to the minimum, and pressed against the wall, feeling the slight vibration.

The sound of dense footsteps from far to near.

From the distance and number of footsteps, it can be judged that the number of the other party is about 13. The female policeman held the pistol in her hand and stepped back carefully, but she heard voices behind her.

"They really gave up resistance?"

"Hahaha, it's almost like a pig!"

Outflanked.

The policewoman took a deep breath to calm herself down. The question now was whether to fight or surrender. If there was a fight, there was no room to dodge in the narrow corridor, so she could only face the enemy directly.

Even if eight bullets can kill eight people, the rest is just a dead end.

The real world is not like making movies, and there will be no strokes of marksmanship that a shuttle of bullets can't even wipe out!

Just when the footsteps were getting closer, the policewoman's forehead was dripping with sweat.

Someone behind him approached silently.

Feeling the figure behind him, Bai Chuan Lingo was so shocked that cold sweat broke out, and he turned around quickly, but was pulled by his wrist and pulled into his arms.

"Do not talk!"

The man put his hand on her lips that were about to open, and then put his arms around her slender waist. His figure was slightly slender, and he slid across the ceiling like a gray shadow. Without the two teams of mercenaries noticing, he came to the safe zone.

Bai Chuan Lingo leaned against each other's firm embrace, because of the difference in height, his ears were right on his chest, and he could clearly hear the steady heartbeat.

23 years,

It was the first time she had such intimate contact with a man, and the policewoman's head almost exploded.

"Okay, it's safe!"

Uehara Satoru glanced at the mercenary leaving in the distance, and gently withdrew his hand, letting the policewoman leave him.

He looked down and saw this petite, pretty and heroic girl with short hair, flushed and wobbly.

Bai Chuan Ringo quickly broke away from the shameful state.

"Thank you."

She looked at the strange man who rescued her from danger, and was shocked again.

"Mr. Chen?"

Uehara Satoru glanced at her, not surprised that the other party recognized him,

After all, he was still somewhat famous in the psionic circle in Tokyo.

"It's dangerous here, why are you here alone?" Uehara Satoru frowned and asked.

Bai Chuan Lingo hastily took out his police card to verify his identity.

"I'm not an ordinary person. I'm Shirakawa Ringo from the Investigation Team of the Ninth Section. Mr. Chen, you should not be here. Please go to a safe place immediately!"

"Even if it's a search of Lesson Nine, you shouldn't be able to display your psychic powers, right?"

Uehara Satoru glanced at the gun in her hand.

"With this weapon, I want to deal with the militants with live ammunition. When did the search section [-] have such a big-chested and brainless policeman?"

"you!"

Bai Chuan Ringo was out of breath, and it took him a while to stroke his chest, which was beyond ordinary, to calm down.

"I'm a policeman. Even if I don't have psychic powers, I still have the duty to protect citizens!"

She still wanted to say something, but Uehara Satoru covered her mouth and pressed her down.

A group of mercenaries walked by quickly.

Shirakawa Ringo clung to Uehara Satoru's chest, not daring to let out a breath, until the mercenary disappeared around the corner, before letting out a long breath.

"Let's cooperate!"

Uehara Satoru looked at the direction in which the mercenaries were leaving, and said so.

"You also want to know their purpose?"

"Aren't you asking for money?"

"A mercenary seeking money won't use this extraordinary world's elixir." Uehara Satoru stood with his chest folded, feeling speechless at the policewoman's lack of brains, even though her breasts were indeed big. "Among them are psychics who ran into me before, but unfortunately they escaped."

It's a pity, but the tone is not regretful.

A psychic of that level would be no match for him in another fight, and even if he was alive, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble, let alone suffer such a serious injury.

Shirakawa Ringo thought for a while.

After being reminded by Uehara Satoru, she also guessed that the purpose of the mercenaries was not just money,

Uehara Satoru maintained his combat power and could really help himself, so he agreed to cooperate.

The two followed the mercenaries away.

*

Cruise ship, steam engine room No. [-].

The equipment was scalding hot and the room was dark like a sauna.

The young man dressed as a mercenary was leaning weakly against the wall, performing simple treatment for himself.

"Why is there a boundary here?"

He rolled the gauze, murmuring in confusion.

And with a bit of disinterestedness.

The Rhein has a limit, which makes the whole plan uncontrollable, and it can even be said that the whole plan has failed.

What are the boundaries?

It is the top combat power of human beings, and it is a chess player!

This is equivalent to when he set up the chessboard and used mercenaries as pawns to confront the Sigong consortium, but a third chess player came and grabbed the chessboard and smashed it down at him.

The gap in strength makes people desperate.

"Mr. Yule, are you there?"

The walkie-talkie placed in the clothes was unexpectedly not destroyed in the previous explosion. The young man took out the walkie-talkie with difficulty, and his tone became indifferent.

"What happened to the explosion just now?"

He didn't want anyone to notice his condition.

Although the voice from the walkie-talkie was vague and distorted, it was flattering and respectful.

"It's an order from above, Mr. Yule."

above?

Yule leaned against the wall, closed his eyes lightly, and smiled from the corner of his mouth.

This explosion was wonderful.

who said—

Must be powerless in the face of boundaries?

"Mr. Yule, the leader has taken control of the Rhine, where are you now, shall we send someone to pick you up?"

"no need."

Yule said indifferently: "I still have things to deal with below, and you follow the original plan."

He paused and said again.

"Also, give me the location of the ship's explosives and the detonator."

To him, mercenaries are just pawns, and even if all the pawns are dead, there is no need to cherish them, so there is no need to tell the other party about the boundaries.

But cruise ship dynamite,

This has to be in the hands, even if things fail, it is not impossible to sacrifice a cruise ship and cause some troubles to that unknown boundary.

*

Rhine, banquet hall.

With the restart of the motor, the lights gradually brightened. The banquet hall, which can accommodate thousands of people, is luxuriously and elegantly decorated, resplendent and resplendent.

But the passengers and crew who came one after another didn't care to watch the elegance and nobility of the banquet hall, with fear and anxiety on their faces.

"Are you OK?"

Sensing the uneasiness of the lady beside him, Bai Yingui offered to hand over the towel.

"Thank you."