It was quiet outside the door, as if nothing had happened.
"Monster! The monster is coming! Metropolitan Police Department, haven't the police from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived yet?"
The leader of the Chengzhi team had a distorted face full of fear. He sat on the ground and kicked his legs repeatedly until he had nowhere to retreat and hit the wall.
"Get out of the way now, don't get in the way!"
Aihiro Iijima frowned. From the fleeting screams just now, he recognized that one of them was the yellow-haired gangster he brought with him. Now the noise at the door had disappeared, which meant that the monster had also arrived at the door.
Although the door of the office on the third floor could withstand the charge of several adult men, he had no idea whether it could withstand the monsters.
Bang! The door of the office was pushed open with a bang, and the green monster with a shark face appeared at the door.
Aihiro Iijima, who had been pointing the gun at the door, immediately pulled the trigger!
Pfft, the first bullet turned out to be a stink bullet.
This old broken gun actually failed at the critical moment. Iijima Aihiro's face turned black, and he cursed in his heart. He fired repeatedly, emptying all the bullets in the magazine.
Bullet after bullet was fired, three hitting at this distance, but the bullets only made the shark-faced monster lean back.
After straightening up, the shark-faced monster was not only unharmed, but even the robe on his body was not torn.
"Are bullets ineffective against monsters? That's right."
The shark-faced monster grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark fangs, and sneered:
"Gun? These little toys of humans are really interesting."
Aihiro Iijima was surprised to see that the shark-faced monster raised his right hand, extended a finger to make a gun gesture, and pointed at him from five meters away.
"puff!"
Aihiro Iijima didn't even see clearly what happened. He let out a muffled groan and was shot to the ground.
Cough, cough, cough. Aihiro Iijima lay on the ground and coughed up blood. Then he grabbed the samurai sword on the ground and struggled to stand up as support.
"You can still stand. It seems that my imitation of the water cannon technique is still not good enough. It's not as powerful as the original, nor as powerful as a real pistol." There was a hint of surprise in Hoshigaki Kisame's eyes.
Aihiro Iijima held his samurai sword, breathing heavily and gasping for breath, staring at Hoshigaki Kisame.
He took off his shirt, revealing his shriveled, flabby upper body and the Prajna demon tattoo on his back.
Although he is a Yakuza, this identity is the pride of Akihiro Iijima!
Yakuza means garbage. The etymology is that it originated from a Japanese bridge game similar to blackjack. At the beginning of the game, the player gets two cards and has the right to ask for one more. The winner is determined by the last digit of the sum of the numbers on the three cards, with 9 being the largest and 0 being the smallest.
At the beginning of the game, you get two cards, 8 and 9, and the last digit is 7, which means you have a high chance of winning. If you get 1 or 2 as the third card, it means you almost win. At this time, the third card is revealed, and it is 3!
Eight ya, nine ku, three za, add up to zero point (yakuza). Anyone would collapse and curse the yakuza as useless trash!
However, Akihiro Iijima does not think that the Yakuza are garbage or waste. On the contrary, he thinks that the Yakuza are a necessary evil.
After the Meiji Restoration, the samurai class was abolished. Some samurai ronin who lost their livelihoods gathered together in groups of three or five to form gangs in order to survive. This was also the prototype of modern Yakuza in Japan.
After the war, as a defeated country, Japan's armed forces were disbanded, the economy collapsed, and social security was in chaos. During this special period, the Japanese government had to rely on civilian forces to stabilize its rule, and violent gangs took this opportunity to flourish.
Even in the following decades, when the economy developed and social order was relatively stable, the Yakuza still had reasons to exist.
The gray industry is there. If there are no local Yakuza, there will be gangs from the Peninsula and Russia that will intervene. Their Yakuza are the first line of defense against these foreign gangs!
But today's Yakuza have degenerated to the point where they only care about money and fawning on the police, completely forgetting their responsibilities, which makes him heartbroken.
Perhaps, he is the last true Yakuza left in this country.
In that case, he will also fight like the Yakuza.
Fighting monsters is no different than fighting foreign gangs, both are about protecting the country.
Aihiro Iijima stood shakily and drew his sword.
During the previous struggle, the prosthetic finger at the base of his right little finger had been detached, and his dominant hand, which only had four fingers, was unable to tightly grip the hilt of the sword. He simply held the samurai sword with both hands and raised it above his head.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Iijima Aihiro's cloudy eyes began to become bloodshot and turned red. He roared and made strange noises and charged at the monster.
A powerful and heavy slash from the Tangzhu, which was a direct frontal strike, cut into Hoshigaki Kisame's shoulder.
Chapter 59 060 Drowning is the most painful way to die
"Hit!"
The feeling of the samurai sword hitting a real object made Aihiro Iijima ecstatic.
Do we really need to use a knife to deal with monsters? In folk tales and legends, we have never heard of killing monsters with bullets, but there are countless anecdotes about swordsmen killing monsters with knives.
Also, the monsters in the story only dare to bully good people and stay away from evil people like him. This is what it means that ghosts are afraid of evil people, so monsters should also be afraid of evil people.
In this way, Aihiro Iijima might really be able to use the samurai sword in his hand to kill the shark-faced monster, exorcise the evil, and fight his way out!
But he soon discovered something strange. Although it was the feeling of hitting a real object, it was different from the previous feeling of hitting a human body. Instead, it was as smooth as chopping into water.
Iijima Aihiro's samurai sword slashed vertically from Hoshigaki Kisame's left shoulder into his abdomen in one go.
An ordinary person would have been cut in half by such an attack, but Hoshigaki Kisame looked indifferent, and there was no bleeding from the wound, but a smooth surface of the water.
Water splashed at the broken part and then gathered together again. Hoshigaki Kisame's body seemed to be made of water, with bubbles rolling inside his body.
Akihiro Iijima's sword was stuck in Hoshigaki Kisame's belly. He tried hard to pull it out, but it was motionless as if it had sunk into a swamp.
"Wow, instead of running away, you're actively attacking me?"
A webbed hand reached out, grabbed Aihiro Iijima's neck and lifted him up.
The samurai sword that was stuck in Hoshigaki Kisame's belly slid down from his body without stopping and hit the ground with a crisp clang.
"Among so many sinners, you are the only mortal who has the courage to attack me. But how can a mortal resist a god!"
There was a hint of appreciation in Hoshigaki Kisame's tone. He raised his other hand, and water splashed in his palm, condensing into a water blade more than one meter long.
"Humph, you salty fish monster, just chop me to death!"
Aihiro Iijima stared with his bloodshot eyes and said viciously.
Akihiro Iijima, who experienced the golden age of gangs, hates the Metropolitan Police Department, hates the corrupt contemporary gangs, hates the lost thirty years due to the economic recession, hates the officials who use gangs as chamber pots, hates the effeminate Reiwa era, and hates himself even more for his disappointment and depravity.
Since this era is no longer suitable for the survival of a true Yakuza like him, in the end, being hacked to death in a gunfight like a Yakuza can be considered as fulfilling his wish and allowing him to die with peace of mind!
What's more, it was a monster who killed him, so he was quite boastful about meeting his old brothers in hell.
"Your turn will come soon."
Hoshigaki Kisame grinned grimly, and the water blade in his right hand flew out, cutting the leader of the Makoto team who was hiding under the desk into two halves along with the desk.
The shark wrinkles on his cheeks opened and closed slightly, and Hoshigaki Kisame showed a ferocious smile to Iijima Aihiro:
"Do you know what the most painful way to die is? As the Lord of Arakawa, I have seen countless mortals drown in the Arakawa. Many of them committed suicide, but they all regretted it at the last moment."
"Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die. Before a drowning person dies, every time water enters his lungs, it is as painful as being cut into pieces. So at the last moment, he will instinctively try to grab something to relieve the pain. Therefore, the fingernails of drowning people are often filled with mud and sand."
"You can try this kind of despair too."
A stream of water gushed out from his left hand, forming a water ball with a diameter of two meters that wrapped Aihiro Iijima inside.
"Gululu!"
A series of bubbles came out of Aihiro Iijima's mouth and nose, and he struggled and kicked the water ball with his hands and feet, with an expression of extreme pain on his face.
A minute later, the water ball suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground. Only then did Iijima Ahiro escape from the pain of drowning and kneeled on the ground, gasping for breath.
He raised his head and looked at the blue shark monster, his eyes full of fear.
"The bloody smell of your soul is one of the worst among all the sinners. You should have died in agony. But considering the courage you showed with that blow, I will grant you a quick death."
Hoshigaki Kisame carried Iijima Aihiro towards the rooftop as if he was catching a chicken.
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Inspector Miyano, chief of Minami-Kasai Police Station, drove his police car with an impatient and excited look on his face, leaving the two police cars behind him several car bodies behind.
"Director! Don't drive so fast. The fog is still very thick."
The police officer in the passenger seat couldn't stand the lightning speed and couldn't help but dissuade him.
There was still a lot of fog on the lane, and it was hazy. Not only was the Arakawa on the left covered with mist, but the roadside buildings on the right were also swallowed up by the fog, and the signs were barely visible.
"If you're late, you won't be able to catch up."
"I know you are very anxious, Director, but why would the leader of the Chengzhi team suddenly surrender? Is there a trick?"
"I don't care whether the leader of the Chengzhi team was high on drugs or the Buddha appeared and asked him to reform. With the recording of the phone call, even if he regrets it on the spot, we can still arrest him. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Director Miyano's eyes were full of passion, and he stepped on the accelerator:
"As long as the dozens of kilograms of goods mentioned by the Makoto Group are real, I can make further progress... No, I can remove a cancer from Edogawa District! I will never reconcile with these drug dealers who are poisoning the citizens!"
Chief Miyano drove a police car to the headquarters of the Makoto Group, glanced at the several cars parked nearby, and without waiting for the follow-up police cars to arrive, he hurried to the headquarters building with three police officers.
It was quiet all the way to the gate.
"Why is it so quiet? Is there an ambush?" The police officer from before felt something was wrong and whispered in Chief Miyano's ear.
"You've watched too many Taiga dramas. Are there any Yakuza who dare to ambush the police in Tokyo now?"
Director Miyano said disapprovingly and walked straight towards the gate.
Then I saw blood-colored water oozing out from the bottom of the gate, flowing down the steps.
"No, this is the smell of blood! Be alert! Don't act rashly. Wait for the follow-up police car to arrive before taking action together."
Director Miyano's expression changed. He put his hand on the gun at his waist and found a cover to hide.
After a minute or two, two more police cars drove over and seven or eight people got out.
Leaving half of the people outside to monitor, Director Miyano led the rest and carefully pushed open the door.
Seeing the thick layer of water in the lobby on the first floor with bodies separated from their heads and bodies lying all over the place, Director Miyano's face changed instantly!
"We are the police! Is there anyone alive?"
The police officers from Minami-Kasai Police Station patrolled the first-floor lobby with guns at hand as if they were facing a great enemy, but received no response.
"Could it be a gunfight? But gangs don't chop heads off in gunfights, and it's not like samurai are fighting over heads. The wound doesn't look like it was caused by a knife, but rather teeth marks."
Director Miyano lowered his head and carefully examined one of the headless corpses, full of doubts.
"Director, there are survivors here."
Upon hearing this, Chief Miyano rushed over and saw a young man leaning against the wall with a police holster on his waist.
"You are a police officer too? Which department are you from?"
"Organized Crime Countermeasures Department... Now is not the time to talk about this. The monster, no, it's the water god Arakawa, rush in and wipe out the Makoto Group!" The young police officer was still a little dazed, as if he remembered something, and suddenly spoke.
Monster, what monster? The leader of the Makoto Group seemed to have mentioned some monster on the phone?
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the police officers who stayed outside. Chief Miyano rushed outside and looked up at the rooftop according to the police officers' call.
I saw a strange green man wearing a classical robe, carrying a person in his hand like a garbage bag, walking to the edge of the roof.
With a casual throw, the man fell headfirst to the ground, and red and white things splattered all over the ground.
Director Miyano's pupils shrank as he looked at the blue monster on the rooftop whose appearance was obviously different from that of an ordinary person.
"Everyone evacuate! This is no longer something our police station can handle. We must report it to the Metropolitan Police Department immediately!"
Chapter 60 Special Assault Force
Hoshigaki Kisame looked expressionlessly at Iijima Aihiro whose head smashed to the ground like a rotten watermelon exploding.
It takes at least five minutes to drown a person. Unlike the instant kill using ninjutsu before, the life was struggling violently in his hands. This feeling was so real that he realized that this was murder, which was a bit cruel. Hoshigaki Kisame simply gave him a quick death.
"It's 8:23 now. In less than ten minutes, it looks like Minami-Kasai has a very competent director."
Looking at the panicked police officers below, Hoshigaki Kisame picked up a watch that he had snatched from a team member and took a look at it, with a look of surprise on his face.
Before coming, he also investigated the distance between the Makoto Group headquarters and the local police station. Since they were able to get here so efficiently, the local police station seemed to be very excellent.
However, the troops that Hoshigaki Kisame was expecting were not them. Hoshigaki Kisame originally wanted to use some tricks to scare the police officers away, but after showing his face on the rooftop, all the police officers who entered the headquarters evacuated, set up a cordon on the driveway at the entrance, and were on guard with guns.
"It seems that he is reporting to his superiors and waiting for support. Yes, this director is quite smart."
Hoshigaki Kisame clenched his hands, then raised one hand:
