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Standing on the empty streets of Tokyo, Chen Tingzhi's ears were still echoing the spiritual disaster alarm that had just sounded, and he couldn't help but sigh that the Japanese people were really very good at disaster prevention training, and not long after the alarm sounded, they had all evacuated to the nearest evacuation shelter in an orderly manner.

However, Nicholas Chen still remembered that Lingmeng told him to stay where he was and not to move, waiting for the other personnel to respond. So he stood straight under the roof of the bus stop, sheltering from the sun as the Japanese residents quickly disappeared into the streets, and no one came to pull him or take him with him.

Japanese society values cooperation and doesn't cause trouble to others, so they don't ask for trouble. The kind of rotten good guy actor in Japan is popular because there are too few such people, and everyone is eager to have the ability to be a bad guy or have a bad guy tool friend.

With the sudden roar of artillery fire, the retreat of the spiritual disaster began on the streets of Tokyo. Chen Tingzhi looked at the black smoke rising in the distance, and felt that the situation in front of him was especially like the scene when Shinji Ikari had just arrived in the third new Tokyo City and waited for Misato Katsuragi to pick him up.

However, this time, there shouldn't be a beautiful royal sister driving a sports car to pick him up.

"Woo Woo"

The sound of a powerful motor came from a distance, attracting Nicholas Chen's attention. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw that the car with a powerful motor was moving in a direction close to him. Because he was unfamiliar with the car, he couldn't make out the brand by the sound of the motor.

Soon, an army-green jeep appeared at the end of the street, turned into the street in a graceful manner, and then rushed straight towards Chen Tingzhi. What was more impactful than this messy driving posture was a high school girl in a sailor suit with long straight black hair standing on the hood of a jeep with a knife in one hand.

The high-speed jeep faced the fierce wind resistance, making the girl's hair and skirt on the hood fly wantonly, and with her standing posture of not moving, a confident and powerful aura was received by Chen Tingzhi. After quickly crashing into several railings and garbage cans on the deserted street, the jeep stopped sharply in front of Chen Tingzhi.

"Interesting." Chen Tingzhi grinned, watching the little brother with short hair and a suit who was driving the car lying on the steering wheel and gasping for breath, while the girl who blew the wind all the way on the hood jumped onto the road with a calm and relaxed face, and stretched out her hand to Chen Tingzhi against the background of the distant explosion and the roar of the spiritual disaster.

"Hello, I'm Isayama Huangquan from the Super Natural Disaster Countermeasures Office."

"Field staff of the National Spiritual Society of China, Chen Tingzhi."

The big hands with delicate skin and the small hands that are calloused and a little rough are held together.

I have never practiced weapons, I have never practiced boxing, I have never even shot a gun, and I have no calluses at all. At the moment of shaking hands, Isayama Huangquan judged through Chen Tingzhi's smooth palm how pampered he had been in the past few years, and couldn't help but be secretly unhappy in his heart.

As for the headquarters, did you send such a gold-plated second generation here?

"Miss Isayama, your martial arts foundation is not bad. I'm a cultivator who prefers to cast spells from a distance, so in terms of melee combat, I have to rely on you more. Based on the experience he learned in the virtual battlefield and his instinct to understand it somehow, Chen Tingzhi was not ashamed at all to beat himself, a saint warrior with a meat shield in the front row, into a ** division with a meat shield in the back row.

Do you practice spells? However, there is no such arrogant temperament of a cultivator and an onmyoji, let alone the dusty temperament of a monk. Although Isayama Huangquan was skeptical, he did not say it directly, all the information of this newcomer was blank, only that he had only joined the National Spiritual Society for about a week, and the specifics, his experience before joining the spiritual Society was completely unclear.

"Hahu, let's go!" The driver's brother regained his breath, it seems that the fierce operation just now made this little brother nervous.

"Oh, by the way, his name is Sakuraba Ichichi, it's a trick!" Isayama returned to the hood of the jeep and introduced himself to the driver brother by the way.

"Who's the trick! Death! ”

"Are you going to the battlefield?" Chen Tingzhi turned over and sat on the roof of the jeep, and Sakura Ting was powerless to complain about the two guys who were not sitting in the vehicle with uneasy routines.

"That's right, go deal with that spiritual disaster" Isayama Huangquan looked at Chen Tingzhi with a smile, as if he wanted to see whether he was here to gild or if he really had strength.

"Okay, just let me see the spiritual disaster here in Japan." As the core location of the spiritual enchantment, Chen Tingzhi knew that Japan has been the hardest hit area of all kinds of ghosts and spirits since ancient times, not only the eight million local monsters, but also the supernatural creatures from many countries who could not survive in their hometowns and simply smuggled to Japan, a remote island country in the far east.

"Drive!" Huang Quan slammed the knife Lion King on the hood, urging the dragon driver brother to drive.

"Woo Woo"

The jeep crashed into the nearby railing, made an exaggerated turn, and sped away towards the place where the plague occurred!

Huang Quan glanced back at Chen Tingzhi, who was sitting on the roof of the jeep, and was surprised to find that this man sat still like an ox cart, facing the oncoming wind, not only did his eyes not close, but even his hairstyle was not blown up.

Little Universe Brand Hairstyling, you deserve it!

Please call me Chan Hairstyle will never be messy.

"Crunch!"

"Bang!"

The little brother of the dragon driver quickly rushed to the battlefield of the spiritual disaster, or in other words, the scope of the spiritual disaster expanded! After using the impact physical auxiliary braking method to stop the rampaging jeep, he was completely gray and lying on the steering wheel and dying.

Huang Quan rushed towards the spiritual disaster with his love knife, and Chen Tingzhi, who got off slowly, looked at the raging monster in the distance, the monster whose lower body was a centipede and the upper body was a woman, frowned: Wow, in broad daylight, bare-chested and exposed, this monster is amazing! The essence of Japanese culture is very well grasped!

"Chaotic Red Lotus!" Huang Quan shouted, pulled out the treasure knife Lion King, a spirit beast eagle with the appearance of a lion, but with multiple eyes and a snake's tail appeared behind her, carrying Huang Quan on her back, and galloped towards the spiritual disaster.