Japan is really a strange country.

The combination of the government and the chaebol is the so-called "leadership class".

Therefore, it is often seen that senior government officials are vigorously suppressed by the media and break the news, this is not those media looking for death, but the support of the chaebols behind the media to deal with the political parties and political opponents they support.

However, if the government and the chaebol join forces on some aspect and come to a consensus, then ordinary people will be kept in the dark and completely fooled, which is not that difficult.

The most typical is in the attitude towards "supernatural powers" and "ghosts".

The chaebol political parties have never given up the study of ghosts and the supernatural, and have even established many transcendent organizations, but these news have been concealed by ordinary people.

Of course, this kind of policy is not rampant in Japan alone, and if such unstable factors are suddenly released, like a bomb that explodes from time to time, I am afraid that it will cause damage to the social system to a certain extent.

Imagine, if one day, ordinary people living in the ordinary world suddenly know that there are many unpreventable threats lurking around them, and there are many "unique" existences in human beings, and they can easily kill ordinary people, then they will definitely be afraid, panic, and this emotion accumulates to a certain extent, that is, parades, riots, and finally it is bound to burn the entire country like a fire.

Therefore, in the whole world, a tacit agreement has been reached that there is no need to say it, the ghosts and gods are solved by the transcendent, and the mortals are guarded by the transcendent.

If all the people here are mortals, Yamamoto's plan will easily succeed, and those purple-black little snakes are a matter of dealing with mortals, and there is no need to doubt that there is no doubt about it.

But... How can the police, a violent organ of the state, be all mortals.

Several figures had slowly stood up from the meeting seats, or took out the dagger and short knife they carried with them, or they had words in their mouths, and the figure of the god behind them faintly appeared, or they waved their palms and saw that flames and thunder and lightning loomed.

Each has its own abilities, and it is obvious that they are "transcendental".

It's a pity...

Yamamoto is going to be even better.

He showed his true face, half dry bones, half flesh and blood, ignoring Kudo's means of destroying the purple snake, but first squinted his eyes and looked at the rest of the transcendents who were about to move.

The people present are not easy people, all of them can be regarded as high-powered, or in police agencies that pay more attention to "strength", and it is difficult for Yamamoto to achieve his goals simply by relying on "intimidation".

Coupled with the threat of footsteps in the distance, he was a little impatient.

Today he must succeed, this is the last hand.

Either kill the dragon and end it, or abandon the son and admit defeat, there is no third way.

Therefore, he acted with extraordinary vigor, and as soon as he stretched out his right hand, the sleeve of his suit was immediately torn and turned into shards, but what was revealed was not a human arm—it was a tentacle stained with slime, like an eel, like a mollusk, and more like an "octopus tentacle".

There are faintly open and closed suction cups on the tentacles, puffing purple smoke, and as it continues to extend, the tentacles are like moving snakes hunting prey, and they quickly attack those who dare to stand up.

There was no imaginary parity, the tentacles that looked soft and soft, but in fact they were harder than steel, coupled with the lightning speed, those few transcendents in their early stages, before they could react, were pierced by two or three in succession, like a sugar gourd, the pungent smell of blood quickly spread, and the dark red blood trickled down from the steps and gathered to the soles of Yamamoto's feet.

Soon, one after another shouting and scolding rang out.

Perhaps they are no strangers to this kind of ghost and god disaster, and in the eyes of the police officers present, what is more blazing than fear is hatred and anger.

Because, at this time, many of them are actually from the Yamamoto faction, or people from the pro-Yamamoto faction, and the Kudo faction has its own young master on top, and there is no order, and no one is in a hurry to come forward.

But these subordinates, or companions, were killed by the leader of the Yamamoto family without hesitation, just like slaughtering chickens and dogs, without any psychological burden.

"Yamamoto Yu! Enough is enough! What exactly do you want to do? ”

"Do you want to ruin all of our efforts?!"

In the gathering place where the Yamamoto faction gathered, a middle-aged man who looked a little majestic spoke out angrily.

That's right, in fact, the most devastated, the most angry, and the most unacceptable in the field right now are the people of the Yamamoto faction.

Because Yamamoto is destroying the Great Wall.

He became a believer in the outer gods, willing to go crazy for the gods and for the rest of his life, but his allies were not willing to die with him.

Yes, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, this kind of behavior is no different from death.

Almost all of the people present have a certain understanding of the national transcendent institutions, not to mention the local snake like the Collectibles Association, taking the Shinsengumi, which they are most familiar with, as an example, there is no difficulty in dispatching two teams to strangle Yamamoto Yu.

Now, in the hearts of the Yamamoto faction, it has made matters worse, the leader is crazy, even if this matter can be safely passed in the end, the Yamamoto family will inevitably collapse, lose the main force, this small group of political parties will inevitably be suppressed and weakened, and power and interests will be far away from them, just like the saying "He will ruin everyone's efforts", and some even the efforts of several generations.

However, the current Yamamoto Xiong is obviously not in a state where he can communicate.

He smiled grimly, and repeated his old tricks, and the python-like tentacles swept across, and he was about to smash the speaker into pulp.

Yamamoto is determined to use iron-blooded means to suppress these police cadres, and then use the secret ritual technique to control them, turn the police world into his hall of words, and let the future use this as a base to provide a convenient environment for the development of the outer god sect, accumulate faith, and finally summon the gods.

At that time, he will be able to get rid of his old body and gain "eternal life".

He is willing to give everything for it.

Seeing this, Kudo Yu smiled slightly, and his fingers tapped the pocket watch in his hand, and a pleasant sound of gold and iron suddenly burst out.

The menacing tentacles froze suddenly, squirming with difficulty, and stopped in mid-air.

Yuichi Kudo was not easy, his forehead was sweaty, and he walked out step by step, blocking in front of Yamamoto Yu.

"Hey, old thing, if you kill all the people, the Metropolitan Police Department and the Police Department will have to stop operating, that's not okay."

"Give me... Be honest! ”

As soon as he raised his hand, a flash of lightning and thunder flashed, and a round prop like a "grenade" was thrown out by him, sticking to Yamamoto Xiong's tentacle arm, and the next second, the light was magnificent, and the squeak kept sounding, and the long tentacles of Nuo Dano were cut off from it, and there was a purple disgusting liquid oozing out of the fracture.

This is the "electric storage grenade" of the Collectibles Association, which is a relatively high-value prop, using extraordinary means to gather ultra-high voltage thunder in small props, and the power of use is extraordinary.

These extraordinary items are also the main means of the Collectibles Association to deal with ghosts and gods.

Kudo Yui succeeded one by one, slightly straightened his chest and raised his head, luck and chest, and spoke loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Yamamoto Xiong has lost his heart and is hopeless, and there is no room for recovery when he has stepped into the path of ghosts and gods."

"I don't want to do it to my own kind, but I don't want innocents to die either."

"In the name of the collector of the Collectibles Association, I formally issue an arrest warrant against Yamamoto, revoke his police rank, stop all his rights as a police officer, and immediately take him into custody to prevent future troubles."

"Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man who had just spoken seemed to have a high status in the Yamamoto faction, and he lowered his voice and said, "... Accept your affection, Master Kudo. ”

"We have no opinion, I would like to state that this is a private act of Yamamoto and we have a relationship with him... Don't get the rest of our colleagues in the National Police Agency wrong—even if we have different political views, we're not scum bowing to ghosts and gods.1"

This is quite beautiful, Kudo Yu smiled, and I don't know how much to believe.

As he spoke, there was a grunt like boiling water, and countless small purple snakes flew towards Yamamoto, pouring into his arm and turning into part of a new tentacle.

In an instant, the tentacle was repaired, and then with a huge force, it smashed straight towards Yuichi Kudo's front door.

Kudo Yuichi panicked in his heart, his own combat ability was limited, and what he could rely on was the collectible "Detective's Pocket Watch" in his hand, and with the upper temple of thought, he temporarily stopped the enemy's time.

His combat experience was extremely limited.

In a hurry, his ability was activated again, but the tentacle seemed to have a certain patience with Kudo Yuichi's ability, and although the momentum slowed down, it still hit Kudo's shoulder.

A sharp pain came, blood splashed, Kudo Yu took two steps back with an ugly face, sat down on the ground, gasped, raised his eyes, and met Yamamoto's hideous eyes.

"Don't waste your efforts, and don't think about rescue."

"Do you think I'm a fool, Kudo Imp, this room was wrapped in my lord's power, and the whole thing was sealed by the enchantment."

"Even if someone can break the barrier, the power of the swarming ocean will instantly burst this house, and everyone will end up together!"

"Rescuers? Inexistent! ”

"Today, either follow me and prosper, or everyone goes to Huangquan together, there is no way out!"

These words did not shake Kudo's mind.

He laughed even more rampantly.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"I trust Ching as much as he trusts me!"

"All I need to do is before he comes... Just hold you back as hard as you can, old thing... Let the horses come! ”

Before the words fell, a loud bang sounded.

The door to the conference room seemed to have been hit hard, twisted and deformed, and then there was a loud bang, and the overwhelmed door panel finally flew out sideways, smashing up smoke and dust all over the floor.

Two footsteps sounded, accompanied by the young man's somewhat cold voice.

“... I seem to hear my name called again, and I don't know if I'm late..."

"Sorry, it took too much time to wrap up over there, so you shouldn't have missed the show, right?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi and the smoke and dust appeared, with a virtual hand, two ghost cuts jumped into their hands, their eyes were full of cold killing intent, and they looked at the scene with their heads tilted, and finally fixed their eyes on the embarrassed Kudo Yuichi.

Kudo Yuichi laughed out loud without any scruples, coughed a few times, and said, "It's not too late at all, it's just in time!" ”

"This crazy talker, he was slapped in the face as soon as he finished speaking, is it a shame?!"

For the first time, Yamamoto's face, which had been stiff, appeared in surprise.

"How is that possible... How could the water-covered barrier be broken so easily? ”

Clapping his hands, a figure walked out from behind Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Supporting Hai Guosaku, Narumi Shingo walked side by side with Uesugi Kiyoshi, his eyes full of contempt.

"This level of enchantment, isn't it really a child's play? You krakens... Well, I'm wrong, you people who accompany the Kraken are so rough in your use of power. ”

"It doesn't take even five seconds to break this garbage..."

"Don't underestimate the Lord of Arakawa! Blasphemous impudents! ”

Seeing the figure of Narumi Shingo, Yamamoto's obvious pupils shrank, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Lord of Arakawa! Aren't you dead?! ”

“... Damn it! ”

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored the madman-like Yamamoto Yuichi, just walked quickly to Kudo's side, leaned over slightly, and frowned, "You're injured... You okay? ”

"I told you, when I solve the problem, I'll come with you, why take such a risk."

"Have you suffered?"

Yuichi Kudo waved his hand disapprerovingly.

"Hey, Kiyoshi, I can't watch these people go to their deaths, as a collector, I always have to protect Ichigo, those policemen of the Yamamoto faction and the neutral faction are also humans, and they haven't made any big mistakes, they shouldn't be controlled and used by Yamamoto Yu."

"Don't talk about this, it's a minor injury, you see, isn't the result pretty good now?"

"It's your turn, hero!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head helplessly, turned around again, and stared at Yamamoto's eyes full of anger.

His temper seemed to have become a little irritable, and Yuichi Kudo's blood-drenched appearance touched his nerves and crossed his bottom line.

"Look at the good things you've done..."

Before the words fell, the figure flashed.

Between the lightning and flint, the blade is added.

Yamamoto didn't react at all, the tentacles that had just recovered were cut off by the waist, and then a series of swords were sent into his chest, and the sword body twisted and rotated, and the fragile heart immediately became shattered.

This is not over, the angry Uesugi Kiyoshi turned around with a sword again, and his half-alive, half-dead head with a somewhat unwilling look, rose to the sky and fell to the ground.

The headless body shook a few times, and finally collapsed.

With a cold snort, Uesugi Qing put away his sword and turned around, but he didn't take a few steps, his ears moved, and he turned back suddenly.

Then... He saw an unbelievable scene.

The flesh and blood were wriggling, and the purple-black mist gathered into a ball, enveloping Yamamoto's body, and countless small snakes plunged into the mist one after another.

Within seconds, the fog cleared.

A newborn, reborn Yamamoto appeared in front of everyone again.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's face remained unchanged, except for an interested "oh".

Then came the swifter sword.

Maybe Yamamoto Yu can do it in front of those transcendent policemen, but in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi, who has already killed the plural gods and has the ghost cut in his hand, it is not enough to see.

Not to mention that there is also a Lord of Arakawa pressing the formation.

This sword can be slashed even by the gods he believes in.

What is a foolish believer?

The sword light is everywhere, like a full moon, fine and long.

Shingo Narumi looked at the excitement and suddenly let out a cry and laugh.

Because he remembered the knife of the cook cutting vegetables.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's fast knife this time is not fancy, but it just uses the basic skills of the thunder knife to highlight a "fast" and "ruthless".

He is not so much cutting people as chopping vegetables, he just wants to chop Yamamoto to pieces.

In the words of the Celestial Empire, it is "finely chopped into dumplings", and the final product is similar to the dumpling filling.

After a long ten seconds, Uesugi Kiyoshi took two steps back, shook the blood on the knife, tilted his head, and was somewhat satisfied with his masterpiece.

The police officers at the scene, even if some of them had seen a very cruel crime scene, couldn't help but look ugly and retched.

It was a little hard to accept that the pile of minced meat in front of them, just a few seconds ago, was a living human being.

So far, Uesugi Kiyoshi is not afraid to do things absolutely.

He snapped his fingers, and the ghostly hand that was burning with flames quietly appeared, and pressed down, holding down the minced meat.

The ghost fire of purgatory was burning, and after a few seconds, the smell of meat came out, which made the faces of the police officers present change, their faces turned green, and they all held their breath.

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded in satisfaction, turned around and shrugged at Yuichi Kudo.

"Finish the day."

"I said, Yuichi, you are inevitably too weak, your ability is obviously very strong, penetrating people's hearts and manipulating time, which is a huge help in battle."

"How about it, do you want to come and learn swords from me, so you don't have to be beaten so embarrassed."

"Recently, I have new insights into swordsmanship, and my strength has improved to a higher level than before."

Yuichi Kudo reluctantly interrupted his friend's words.

"You can't wait to get business for the gym... Let's talk about it, I'm not good at sports. ”

"You look at the back first..."

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned around with some confusion, he didn't quite believe that Yamamoto could be reborn again.

There is a limit to the strength, no matter how strong the regeneration ability is, you can't regenerate from a puddle of barbecued minced meat, right?

It wasn't the snakes, the little snakes had stopped wriggling and lost their vitality with Yamamoto's violent death.

What caught my eye was a black and purple mist, which was changing, and the mouth condensed into a strange shadow.

It vaguely has the appearance of a deep diver, but on its head, arms, and legs, there are several sinuous tentacles waving wildly, if I have to describe it, it looks like an octopus, and its head has been replaced by a fish-man head full of edges and sharp teeth.

The deep voice seemed to come from the endless abyss, it was not any language in this world, but it resounded in the hearts of everyone present.

"Mortal..."

"You... Dare..."

"Disobedience... God's will! ”

The deafening voice made many of the policemen present look ugly, their expressions were treacherous and hideous, and their whole faces were wrinkled.

They have been affected, just a word.

"It's... The gods have descended? ”

"No, there is no body, it should just be a projection."

"Where did he project it from? Dream mirror? Still is... Earthly? ”

"Hydra has indeed died at my hands, it's... Dagon? ”

The thought in his mind seemed to be electric, and Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced left and right, his brows furrowed.

He wasn't scared of it, but those mortals obviously couldn't bear the demonic words.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not hesitate and shouted angrily.

"Shut up!"

"You deserve to... Self-proclaimed gods? ”

"Hydra has been slashed by my sword, are you going to be the next one? The Father of the Deep Divers, an outsider named Dagon?! ”

He revealed the identity of the black shadow in one mouth, which obviously made it stagnate.

Uesugi Kiyoshi took advantage of the victory to pursue.

"I don't know where you are, and I don't know what your purpose is..."

"It's good in a dream mirror, it's good in the sea."

"Obediently lie on your stomach in your one-third of an acre, don't come out to make waves, I'll treat you as if you don't exist."

"Tokyo... Not a place where you can go wild! ”

"You want to dominate here? The transcendent is not dead yet! ”

"Remember, I will cut off the claws you stretch out, I will destroy you for the faith you infiltrated, and I will destroy all the believers you sent."

"If you run into me, you're out of luck!"

"My name is Kiyoshi Uesugi, remember the name... One day, I will chop your head with my own hands, just like I chopped off your [spouse's] nine heads! ”

After the words are finished, the sword comes out.

Oni Che, who was burning with mirage, didn't give the black shadow a chance to speak again.

One horizontal and one vertical, the cross is cut out.

Dagon's projection howls and vanishes.

Uesugi Kiyoshi put away his sword and stood, his eyes seemed to be surging with sword energy, and he did not hesitate for a moment.

Killing the dragon with his hands, this chess game in the rain has finally come to an end.