The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

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21st century.

Third New Tokyo City.

Later in the night.

The cold wind blew through the quiet and deserted streets.

On the asphalt floor, there are concrete walls on both sides and brick walls on the outside.

Zhi...zhi...

The street lights on the roadside emitted a faint sound of electricity and flickered faintly from time to time.

Tiny mosquitoes gathered under the street lights and flew back and forth.

Snap, snap.

"well……"

Polished leather shoes were walking on the deserted streets. A man in a suit and leather shoes, with a face full of hidden scars, appeared from the corner of the street with a briefcase in his hand.

He looked around the streets where no one could be seen.

"...Gudu..."

A dissatisfied cry came from his abdomen.

"Ah...I know, I know, I also know you are very hungry..."

The man raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the night sky, and sighed:

"But there's nothing I can do..."

"Tonight...is also a night when I can't find food..."

The man looked a little downcast. He gently touched his forehead, lifted his eyelids, and took out a mirror to take a look.

The inner eyelids are already covered with dry marks.

The black contact lenses slid slightly, revealing the scarlet pupils underneath.

He shook his briefcase casually, shook his head, turned around and walked in the other direction:

"…well…"

Bypassing the bright street lamp, the man slowly walked into the darkness.

…

…

far away.

On a tall building.

"Attention teams, the target is moving."

"Adjust the position and be careful not to expose it."

Along with the faint sound of electricity, a voice came from the headset.

The yellow-haired man was lying on the roof of the building, with a sniper rifle in his hand, and the wind from high altitude kept blowing the tips of his yellow hair.

The moon hangs overhead, the cold wind blows constantly,

Click.

He was gently pressing the hidden black headset on his ear with his hand, squinting his eyes, and observing the man just now through the special magnification of the sniper rifle:

"...Mingzhu received it."

On the black headset, a small hole flashes green light.

After saying that, Mingzhu took back the hand holding the headset and placed his finger gently on the trigger of the sniper rifle. The night vision magnification allowed him to clearly aim at the head of the man on the street.

At the same time, the sound of electric current came out, and other people's voices came from the headset:

"Water column received."

"Yanzhu received it."

"...Wind Pillar can act at any time."

"Calm down, Fengzhu."

Listening to the conversation coming from the headset, the yellow-haired man didn't say anything else, but silently adjusted the position of the sniper rifle.

He chewed the bubble gum in his mouth and blew it silently.

"呲——"

The candy was stuck next to the front teeth, and there was no movement for a long time.

From the headset, a very clear ridicule came:

"ha…"

The yellow-haired man's face turned dark.

…

…

on the street.

Snap, snap.

"Hey, it's always been like this..."

The man in the suit looked a little impatient. He pulled his tie with his hand and turned a corner at the end of the road.

He turned around and walked up the stairs of an apartment.

He kept mumbling to himself:

"It's so hard to live..."

Slowly climbing the stairs, the man turned around and reached the third floor.

What he didn't know was that secretly, a sniper rifle was silently aimed at him.

The man walked to a door, took out a key from his pocket, lowered his head and prepared to put it in the keyhole.

Creak! Creak!

But today's door lock was unexpectedly difficult to open.

…

downstairs.

"call…"

The man with crimson hair that faded like a flame and a serious expression leaned against the wall and exhaled.

In his hand, he held a short blade that could be hidden on his body.

The left hand is holding a pistol.

upstairs.

Click.

With the crisp sound of the lock opening.

The man was about to open the door.

Creak...

The door of the room next to the man suddenly opened.

The man in the suit subconsciously ducked sideways, an instinct he had inherited from years of caution.

As the warm light in the room leaked out, a man with dark red hair, a smile, and a warm expression walked out of the door.

Not surprisingly, he also had headphones hanging on his ears.

At this time, a command came from the headset:

"Prepare."

He turned his head, glanced at the man in a suit who was about to open the door, and said hello naturally:

"Ah, it's you. Did you go out for a night run today too?"

The man in the suit froze in his movement to open the door. He immediately twitched the corner of his mouth and prepared to enter the house with a haha:

"Ah...that's right, that's right..."

"Mr. Zaomu, I won't disturb you for now..."

The moment the man in the suit froze because he was asked a question!

A suppressed and excited voice came from everyone's earphones:

"shot!"

next moment.

Ming Zhu, who was far above the tall building, decisively pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle.

The bullet named "Sun-round Bullet" was immediately released.

Whoosh————

At this moment,

Uh-huh!

Several people appeared out of nowhere, all appearing around the man in the suit, and instantly surrounded the astonished man in the suit!

In their hands, without exception, they all held knives or firearms divided by distance.

At the moment when the man in the suit was stunned, he seemed to have thought of something and turned his head slightly in a very short period of time.

——Whoosh!

A bullet had quietly cut through the night and landed right in front of his eyeballs.

next moment.

The bullet carried a huge impact and rushed through the man's head in an instant!

boom! !

The huge force exploded instantly! The man in the suit's entire head disappeared in an instant, and his body weakly bowed toward his house.

Then, he fell limply backwards.

Everyone surrounding him was staring at this moment.

They all held their breath.

The dark guns were all aimed at the body of the man in the suit.

until--

sand……

A wisp of ashes slowly drifted away from the body of the man in the suit.

"Huh..." The sound of electricity came out, and there was an obvious sound of relief from the headset.

Everyone present seemed to have had their burden lifted, and their expressions became relaxed. They looked at each other with tired smiles.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"Zomu, Zaomu! Hahaha, it's hard to change your last name, right?"

"Haha, after all, they are ghosts who survived the Warring States Period. I have found out the last names of the main members of the Demon Slayer Team..."

"If he had known that my surname was Zamon, he would have run away long ago. There is nothing we can do about it."

"Well, Purgatory and my wife can only do close and long-range sniping, you troublesome guys."

"But it's finally done."

The light laughter echoed softly through the apartment.

At this time.

Everyone's headsets flashed green light points again.

As a burst of electricity passed by, clear words came out:

"Da da, hoo, good evening everyone."

"This is Uyashiki."

"The Demon Slayer Corps has continued for more than a thousand years from the Heian period to the present."

"Now in the 21st century, our equipment has reached an advanced level never seen before by our predecessors."

Everyone was silent, listening carefully to the soft and peaceful words coming from the headset:

"just now."

"The last cannibal in the world was successfully defeated by the pillars."

"call……"

"Our mission is accomplished."

"Everyone."

"The Demon Slayer Squad, now disband where we are."

"Thank you for your many years of cooperation."

"I wish you all good luck on the road ahead."

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