I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"You bastard doesn't know anything at all. That night, if it weren't for the class leader Mochizuki, I'm afraid it would have been here long ago..."

Hearing Mochizuki's disdainful tone and mentioning a certain name, the faces of several class 9 agents showed anger.

Perhaps due to certain confidentiality regulations, they did not finish their words.

A young agent stepped forward, grabbed Mochizuki's collar fiercely, and pressed his chin with a cold pistol: "I don't care who you are, take back what you just said..."

"Do you know, that night, including Section Chief Mochizuki, how many people fought to'retire' in Lesson 9?"

"Well, if what made you upset just now, I'm sorry..."

Mochizuki let the opponent pull his collar. The dark sunglasses on his face were shining indifferently under the dim street lamp, and he didn't take the muzzle on his chin seriously.

"But if your grief and anger can wake up my lovely sister, please express it to your heart's content."

"Whhhhhh..."

Behind him, the disaster prevention mobile team members who had been silent all put their hands on the automatic rifles on their waists.

It seems that as long as he gives an order, he can shoot at any time.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became deadly.

"Sorry, sir, I just contacted the headquarters, and I haven't received any instructions for the transfer of the apartment in front of Tibet. Do you think you can check again..."

Another agent, who was older, held the gun in his companion's hand, negotiated with Mochizuki with a reasonable basis, and moved the center of the contradiction away without a trace.

"Hey... the document for the Metropolitan Police Department should still be on the way. I printed the document directly at the Ministry of Defense and came here. I wanted to get off work early, but it's been a long time since I went to an izakaya in Japan..."

Mochizuki paid no attention to the messed up collar, and rolled up the cuff of his left hand, revealing a left arm covered with rune bandages...

"Right, by the way, starting today, not only the apartment in front of Tibet, but also weirdness, half-monsters, and those messy cults will all fall under the jurisdiction of our Ministry of Defense..."

He stretched out his left hand and buckled it gently on the side of the huge iron gate that was closed enough to resist missile bombardment.

"You Metropolitan Police Department, as well as the Spirit Eliminators Association, in the future, just take care of small cases such as grievances harassing the people and funeral and burial ceremonies."

As soon as the voice fell, Mochizuki's thin arms suddenly skyrocketed and turned into coke-like black.

The iron gate weighing nearly ten tons suddenly wailed in pain...

The power of the great country is 20%.

"Crack."

Under everyone's dull gaze, Mochizuki with his indifferent face, as easily as opening the sliding door of an izakaya, twisted the five-meter-high and eight-meter-wide alloy iron gate in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye. Pulled out a huge gap wide by one person.

"Okay, hurry up and change the defense...Everything in the apartment will be cleaned out for me and sent to the research institute for careful inspection."

After doing all this, Mochizuki's arms turned from black to white, and he tied his cuffs calmly.

"No, you can't go in and clean up until Senior Araki returns to pack up! This is what our Spirit Eliminator Association promised him..."

The tall Yamada Kengo resolutely blocked the crack and prevented several members of the disaster prevention mobile team who were about to enter the iron gate.

The bird Yu Mayumi on the side also stood silently beside him.

"You two, don't you look like people from the Metropolitan Police Department, the Spirit Slayers Association..."

Behind him, someone immediately handed Mochizuki a pile of information.

"Oh, there is... the hairstyle has changed and I almost didn't recognize it..."

Looking up at the face of the tall Yamada Kengo in front of him, Mochizuki muttered quietly.

"Yamada Kengo, code-named Philosopher Swordsman, Exemption Level [One], the head of the Kendo Department of Shibuya University of Economics (former), after being arrested for crimes such as underwear theft, windbreaker exposure, etc. Honichiro, who is good at Maoshan Taoism, fits up to 84% with the resentment [Human Face Dog's Collar], and rescued a hundred and twenty-four people from the ruins on the night of Obon..."

In his hands, there was a stack of "employee data sheets" regularly backed up by the Spirit Slayers Association in the Tokyo Metropolitan Hall.

After reading a certain piece of content, his tone became more and more disdainful for some reason.

"Wait, who wrote the underwear theft and windbreaker exhibitionism? These have obviously been clarified, and the case file has been erased..."

Ignoring Yamada Kengo’s protest, Mochizuki glanced at the girl in high school uniform, and his expression became solemn: "Little bird Yu Mayumi, codenamed Akagi Meow-chan, exemption level [two], studying in Shinjuku, Tokyo. In high school, the chief of the archery club, he is good at Shinto skills. On the night of the Bon Festival, he guards the apartment in front of Tibet with the "Three Sacred Artifacts of Akagi". During his rotation, he retreats and gathers 125 wraith spirits..."

"Please don't read that code name..."

Seemingly embarrassed that the "misregistered" screen name was "publicly executed", Mayumi Xiaotoriu protested in a low voice.

"This witch-sama seems to have a bit of fighting power, but you dare to go straight here in your school uniform, and you lack professionalism and vigilance..."

With a sigh, Wangyueche scratched his head in some distress.

"It seems that the staff of the Association of Spirit Eliminators is really very tense. Even high school and college students of Spirit Eliminators are requisitioned to take care of this dangerous place. Continue to let the Metropolitan Police Department and private associations such as'non-professionals' manage. Such a dangerous large grievance can't do..."

"How to handover is a matter between your government departments. I can't manage it. However, it must be after Araki-senpai comes to pack up things..."

Yamada Kengo glanced down at the opponent's waist, revealing an expression of dissatisfaction.

"You guy, since you are also a swordsman, don't you have this kind of demeanor?"

When I got closer, I could see Mochizuki's suit hem, with a dark short sword hanging from it.

"Anyone who uses a sword? Sorry, I don't know how to use a sword. To me, this "moustache cut" is just an ornament that gets in the way. "

Mochizuki lowered his head and glanced at the worn-out Taito at his waist, showing a disdainful smile.

"If you are talking about the previous apartment occupant, sorry, according to the "National Requisition Order", all the items in this apartment have been owned by the state..."

"No, everything in that room has precious and irreplaceable memories for Senior Araki!"

Yamada Kengo was still stubbornly blocking the crack in front of the dazzling bald head like a light bulb.

Even if he saw Mochizuki's inhuman power just now, he didn't mean to give in at all.

"Yes, even if it is to be handed over, please wait for the resident to come and pack up his personal belongings..."

The bird Yu Mayumi on the side also stood firmly beside Kengo Yamada and asked seriously.

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