I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 721 Mike Check
"Hey, any units that are performing search and rescue nearby, please reply... This is the H team responsible for searching and rescuing the dormitory area of ​​Dongda University..."

Pointing a gun at the two people who were crying in a pool of blood, Ryoma adjusted the communication frequency and continued to call in the communication channel.

Not counting the logistics team responsible for supporting the outside, there should be four teams with the same configuration as him at the headquarters of the University of Tokyo to search and rescue simultaneously.

"...On the 4th floor of Building H, the women's dormitory of the University of Tokyo, subdued two suspected members of the Aum Shinrikyo, please help!"

However, after switching several frequencies one after another, the communication channel was still dead silent.

"Hey, don't try in vain... The guy who searched and rescued around here should have been dealt with by our people... Hahahahaha..."

"what?!"

The cultist who fell down in the corridor, immersed in the fear of losing his life with blood, laughed maniacally instead: "Our companions should have heard the gunshots coming... Soon, you will be like them ..."

"Ugh..."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a blue transparent arm quietly protruded from the wall on one side, and grabbed Erqian Ryoma's neck.

"I just said, it seems that I heard gunshots..."

Immediately afterwards, a strong, naked blue-colored translucent man walked out from the wall.

"Tsk tsk, you two are really inferior to deal with a little policeman like this!"

He raised Erqian Longma high with his strong arms, and the man glanced at his "companion" lying in a pool of blood in the corridor and the dormitory without the slightest concern, and instead laughed naively.

"That, that despicable guy, isn't some 'little policeman'..."

"That's right, not only does he have inspiration, he can see us...and..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before the two of them could defend themselves, Erqian Ryoma, who was held up in mid-air by his neck, had already reversed his gun and fired mercilessly at the people behind him.

However, amidst the flames, the spirit detective bullet directly penetrated the man's translucent body and shot into the concrete wall without causing a single ripple.

"Ugh..."

On the contrary, it was the controller of the "Power of Sichuan Ape" in the corridor beside him, who was unfortunately scratched by the stray bullet that was ejected on his arm.

"Hey, your marksmanship and reaction are good, no wonder you can deal with these two idiots, but it's a pity that you're facing my 'power holding ghost power'... No matter what kind of attack or obstacle, it can be pierced by me the moment it touches the body Through the past..."

This translucent muscular man seemed not to care about his nakedness, but instead looked at the Ryoma Nizai who was struggling wildly in his hands with great interest.

"Save your bullets, you're probably the last 'official person' alive around here?"

"What...you bastards..."

The other party's conversation seemed like a homely conversation, but Erqian Ryoma's heart sank.

"Ghost of Power" is a kind of ghost with infinite power but elusive in the legend of Ishikawa County.

Relying on his strange penetrating power and tremendous strength far beyond ordinary people, this man can not only silently deal with a reorganized conventional combat unit like the best assassin, but also be able to enter a frontal battlefield full of bullets. The realm of people.

"Hey, the gunshot just now is here, is there anything unresolved?"

"Don't waste time, you have to find that golden guy quickly, I was delayed by that weird flame for too long tonight... It is said that the "Four Masters" and "Women's Enemy Alliance" received the news before us... ..."

"By the way, what is that named living sacrifice called Huang?!"

Then, one, two, three...

"What... there are so many of these inhuman fellows from the Aum Truth Society..."

In front of Ryoma's desperate eyes, more than a dozen figures in black robes and masks appeared one after another in the corridor.

"Named living sacrifices... These guys are targeting Zongsuke?!"

Hearing a certain name mentioned in the words of these men in black, Ryoma became extremely calm under the control of fear two days ago, and his brain began to think at a high speed.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, get rid of him right away..."

Hearing the urging of many "companions", this translucent muscular man increased his strength.

"However, these two useless guys are seriously injured, I'm afraid they have to withdraw from the operation."

"No, even if you die, you have to send the news..."

Feeling the sudden increase in the pressure on his throat, Ryoma struggled to reach out and touch the communication device on his back...

"Yo, Mike Check..."

Suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice sounded from the corner of the stairs, echoing repeatedly in the narrow corridor with the effect of Dolby 7.1 surround sound.

"Who?!"

A figure also wearing a black robe but without a mask appeared in the vigilant sight of the group of black robes.

"One...Two..."

Ignoring their questioning, this man just lowered his head, murmured the fast-paced BEAT like a night DJ, and walked towards them like a stroll...

"Who is this guy? Members of the 'Sacrifice Hunting Squad' in the nearby area should be here..."

"No, something is wrong with this person!"

All the people in black robes in the field felt that there was some inexplicable power in the other party's voice, which caused their own heartbeats to synchronize with the other party's rap rhythm, and it was gradually accelerating...

"He's not wearing a mask, he's not from the club!"

"Pretending to be a ghost, take it down and talk about it!"

The nearest man in black, his left arm suddenly stretched out, and a huge mouth opened in the palm of his hand...

"One...Two..."

The man who couldn't see his face clearly under the black robe was still immersed in his beat, and didn't even look at the giant hand that bit down on his head.

"Snapped."

The hands on both sides were lowered, and they snapped their fingers lightly in the sleeves, stepping on the rhythm.

The sound of something shattering followed imperceptibly.

"Pfft."

The body of the black-robed man who took the first shot froze, and a cloud of fine blood mist suddenly exploded from his chest...

"Clap."

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the arm with the huge mouth and the figure under the black robe fell powerlessly on the blood-stained ground, motionless.

"This... This guy is not easy... Don't be dazed, let's go together!"

Faced with the fact that their companions suddenly "rushed to the street", the men in black robes were taken aback for a moment, and then used their strengths...

"I'm a professional butcher..."

Like an underground rapper in BATTLE, the man in black robe chanted lyrics with unclear meaning and bright rhythm, and continued walking along the corridor as if he hadn't heard it...

(End of this chapter)