I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

At the entrance of the escalator, seeing that the man dressed as a samurai jumped down the stairs with Kazuo Tendo, Sosuke Araki was also about to turn over to catch up...

"Jiaxin has the wind and the famous Sickle Itachi..."

A breeze blew from behind with an unclear whisper.

Araki Sosuke quickly turned around.

In the darkness, a thin middle-aged man wearing a black robe was attacking him with a sickle in each hand.

When he got close to him, the air current caused by the man's rush hit Sosuke Araki, and instantly dissipated like a breeze created by an old fan in the summer.

And the opponent's original extremely fast speed also became sluggish.

"Is it Kazuo Amato's subordinate again..."

In the darkness, Araki Sosuke could clearly see the man's every move.

The movement suddenly slowed down, but the middle-aged man didn't notice it at all. He lowered his body with some effort, and swept across Araki Zongsuke's foot "relentlessly".

"...Are?"

A second later, "Number Four" looked up in embarrassment and looked at him wrapped in "three-hole black stockings with hand torn", glared, and did not fall down because of his proud "whip legs under the law of cause and effect". man……

"No... wait, how come..."

At this moment, he realized that the breeze wrapped around him had long been missing, and the "divine power" in his body had become extremely weak.

The sickle in his hand that was supposed to be quickly connected has also become extremely obscure.

Seeing that the situation is not good, "Number Four" tried its best to drive the "superior power" in the body, and wanted to escape from the wind again...

"puff……"

But apart from expelling a large amount of gas from the body, the "Divine Power" did not respond.

"Ahhh!!!"

Time is running out, so Araki Sosuke doesn't mean to fight with Xiaoren.

He exerted strength on his hind feet, leaped slightly, and ruthlessly slammed a knee into the face of this cool-dressed, amusing man, squatting in front of his lower body and expelling unknown gas.

"Uh..."

When he hit the door with his merciless iron knee, the thin "Number Four" spun straight out, smashing the huge wooden box in the corner.

And he himself, at the moment his face was in the middle of his legs, had already lost consciousness due to a concussion.

After dealing with this unknown man, Sosuke Araki hurriedly ran towards the inside of the second floor platform.

"Damn it, thanks to [Abigail's Silver Spoon], otherwise it will really return to the Lord's embrace..."

In the corner not far away, Siena was struggling hard on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

A suspicious man with heavy silk stockings hurried forward to help him up.

"...Sure enough...Zongsuke BOY?"

After a moment of stunned, Siena confirmed the identity of the other party through her voice and body shape.

Although he didn't know how the opponent broke through the three people's defense line and came to him, he was relieved immediately when he thought of the strange skill of the young man in the woods that night.

"Don't worry about me, try to stop those people first..."

Siena forcibly stabilized his trembling body, and instructed Araki Sosuke.

"If you let that person out, I don't know how many more killings..."

Although the grudge [Abigail's Silver Spoon] helped him withstand a lethal attack, the real and helpless experience of death still remained in my heart, far more painful than physical damage.

"Hey, you don't need to say, I won't let the old guy run away..."

Confirming that Siena is okay, thinking of Kazuo Amato's ugly face, an angry flame ignited in Araki Sosuke's eyes, and he turned back and chased after the stairs.

"Be careful, the guy with the sword is very strong...very strong..."

"Boom boom..."

Behind him, Siena's reminder was instantly obscured by three gunshots below the warehouse.

When Sosuke Araki rushed to the guardrail, Matsumoto Ginji Masahiro's sword stopped by Amto Kazuo.

"Ding...ding..."

Three bullets cut in half fell weakly at his feet.

In the gap of the gate not far away, the man wearing the same winter black stockings, the smoke from the guns in his hands has not yet dissipated.

It was after taking Higashino Kohei into the car, and seeing that Sosuke Araki had not come out, he returned to the warehouse and Ryoma.

He had just walked to the crack in the iron gate when he saw Ginji Matsumoto running towards him, holding Kazuo Tento.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Higashino Kohei and the "lost" Araki Sosuke, relying on the black stockings on his head and the "black gun" registered in the name of others, he shot more simply than Araki Sosuke.

... The big deal is going back to write a few reports, saying that he had loudly warned dozens of times before shooting these two "extremely dangerous and suspicious extremists."

"...This...is this something humans can do?"

Seeing that the three bullets he had fired were cut down by the man dressed as a ronin during the shogunate period, Ryoma was also stunned before the second, revealing an unbelievable look.

"Kazuo Amato...Where to go..."

At the same time, Sosuke Araki also turned over from the top of the stairs...

"Hey... Kazuo, there may not be too many people who want your life."

"boom."

Before Ginji Matsumoto finished speaking, the gunfire sounded again.

"Zheng."

Ginji Matsumoto pushed the badly injured Kazuo Tento aside, and his long knife accurately stopped the cold spear that Ryoma had once again released by Nishi.

"Zongsuke, be careful, this guy's swordsmanship is terrible..."

On the other side, Ryoma had already taken this opportunity to kick the blue dragon sword inserted in the "gravel" beside the container into the face of Araki Sosuke who had just landed.

He had never heard of humans being able to cut bullets at close range with a sword in such a dark environment.

"call……"

Araki Sosuke picked up the blue dragon sword and immediately habitually held his hands together, raised his head high, and the long sword hung behind him...

This quaint green dragon sword is only a little over sixty centimeters long. Compared with the pair of super-standard double swords in the hands of the opposite man, it is as ridiculous as ordinary people want to be longer and shorter than the African elephant human race.

But at the moment he raised the knife, a mysterious and mysterious aura began to slowly accumulate.

"Hey, isn't it such a coincidence..."

Looking at the "bank robber" who was covering his face in stockings and holding a "machete" not far away, Ginji Matsumoto's eyes were slightly solemn, revealing a complicated expression.

The posture of the man on the opposite side was clearly Beichen's kick-start style.

Moreover, the momentum of the other party is completely opposite to that of Chiba Ibuki, who is nowhere to be found, and is weak and watery, but they have reached the same goal by different routes.

It's more like a tornado looting the surrounding air frantically, as if it is about to be accumulated as a storm that will destroy the world.

But there is only one thing that there is no doubt that this is the realm of Jianxin's transparency.

Obviously, this person has walked his own way in Beichen's swordsmanship.

Chiba Ibuki's crash course of "getting a license in one day" can actually teach such a role?

"Huh... the second day is first-rate, Matsumoto Ginji, with uncles like Kokuan Tsunami, Izumi Mori Fujiwara Kanazawa, see reference."

Ginji Matsumoto breathed in slightly, lowered his body, with a long sword in front and a backside, and for the first time his face was solemnly declared his name.

This shows that he regards the man with silk stockings as a well-matched opponent, rather than a "weed" that would fall with his sword.

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