I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Tsk, the reaction is very quick, are you hiding behind the bunker?"

On the roof of the office building, when "No. 3" came back to his senses, the target named Sosuke Araki had completely disappeared from the sight of the scope.

For some reason, a sense of crisis of being stared at, hung over "No. 3", making his back numb.

"No, he has no reason to see me. It must have been an illusion just now."

He had always been cautious, and gave up his plan to shoot through the bunker tentatively. Without hesitation, he put the gun in a black slender suitcase, turned and walked towards the side door of the roof.

As we walked in, the face of "No. 3", as well as the exposed wrists, neck, face, etc., began to turn from white to black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he entered the stairwell, "No. 3" was completely black except for his teeth and white eyes, looking like the faceless villain in the detective pupil.

"Hmph, this shot today is just a greeting."

Carrying the black suitcase and putting the mask on his face, he strolled into the elevator on the top floor and pressed the button of the garage on the negative floor.

In the elevator, several social animals with pale faces and low hair volume after working overtime came in one after another.

"What smells so bad in this elevator?"

"Maybe the person who took the ride before farted, haha..."

In the same small elevator, they were unheard of to the dark-skinned man in the robes and masks standing in the corner.

Even if the corners of their clothes were rubbed accidentally, their reaction was as if there was only air there.

This is exactly the effect of the "power of the black master" mastered by "No. 3".

Kurobo Owner is a monster who often appears in Akita, Iwate, and Miyagi areas in legends. He is completely black and has a strange body odor.

This kind of monsters often appear in the middle of the night, licking their lips and sucking in their spirits while they are asleep.

Different from invisibility, relying on the characteristic of "the sense of existence that the eyes can't pay attention to", the black owner makes any strange behavior in front of people or makes any sound, as long as he does not make any behavior that makes the other person feel pain. Will be automatically ignored.

"Too cautious, it seems I am old."

When the elevator came to the negative first floor, "No. Three" looked around the empty garage warily, and laughed at himself.

I was shooting with a sniper rifle equipped with a silencer in a dense building two kilometers away...

That little gangster, who has no military literacy, could not accurately judge his position based on the bullet point, and theoretically could not rush over a distance of two kilometers in a short time.

Moreover, with his "superior power", even under the nose, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to take the initiative, no matter how powerful a spirit remover is, it will be difficult to detect.

The early retreat at this moment is just a habit that has been cultivated during the ten-year career of a killer since the retiring of the Self-Defense Forces.

"It's really upset! I have to go to the end tonight with a more beautiful girl, take a good night's sleep, and let out the fire..."

The more you take "sacred things", the more your personality will be distorted. The originally pure-hearted "No. 3" is also contaminated with some strange hobbies.

Sitting in the stolen car in the parking lot, "Number Three" adjusted his breathing, took out his mobile phone and dialed a certain call.

"No. Three... I hope you can be worthy of my interrupted rest time..."

On the other end of the phone, a male voice sounded without anger.

"Sorry, Lord President, it's really to disturb you so late... the subordinate has just taken action as planned... But that kid is very evil, not a target that can be killed by ordinary means..."

"Number Three" immediately reported in a humble tone.

"Oh? Even the shot that you shot yourself and was sure to get was avoided?"

Hearing his report, the person on the other end of the phone was also silent for a moment.

"That kid is very evil... However, his subordinates found that even in the face of those business killers, he didn't mean to kill him, but instead called the police to come and close. This point may be used..."

"Number Three" gritted his teeth and reported everything in detail.

As a professional killer mastering "supernatural power", facing this seemingly "layman" and gangster-like target, he has already played twelve points in spirit.

However, several consecutive shots failed to get rid of the target due to various reasons.

Needless to say, you also know that this will inevitably lead to the dissatisfaction of the president of the council and affect your position in the council. You must try to remedy it.

"Oh, according to what you said, is he the kind of heroic, unwilling to dirty hands idiot... Looking at the information, I thought it would be a more cruel and brutal type..."

"Guild Master" groaned for a while, and then sneered: "This hypocritical guy has too many weaknesses that can be used. As an expert, you should know better than me what to do..."

"The president is right, as long as you find your weakness, there is no one who can't kill in this world!"

"He seems to care about his companions, I plan to..."

"Wow!"

"No. 3" has not been finished yet, a tangled, tattooed arm has smashed the window glass from the outside and severely pinched his throat!

Too late to react, No. 3’s whole person was pulled vigorously, dragged out of the car under the friction of broken glass.

"Boom."

The fierce "No. 3" who has been wandering between life and death for many years, had no space for counterattack, and was slammed into the concave and deformed car roof by the humanoid tyrannosaurus arm.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

In the sound of bone fragmentation, there seemed to be something else, which was also broken together.

The severe pain began to spread from the abdomen to the whole body of "No. 3".

Ribs, humerus, femur...

With just one blow, he fractured several places on his body, and his limbs showed unnatural distortions.

"You... it's you..."

Trying to gather the distracted eyesight, "No. 3" can see clearly, the owner of the arm that pinched his neck is the one who was in Hushan Park five minutes ago and escaped his own killer, Sosuke Araki!

At this moment, the opponent stared at him with a pair of fierce and demonic eyes without expression.

"No...impossible!!!"

In just five minutes, all the way down from the top of Hakone Mountain, I found myself very precisely...

Moreover, it is still in the case that he has launched the "Power of the Black Square Master"!

Regardless of the suffocation and bloody smell of the throat, "No. Three" stared wide-eyed and looked at the fierce, bruised man in front of him with horror, and asked the doubt in his heart: "...how did you find me? !"

He did not pretend to be innocent, "being pitiful, this naive idea."

Because, under the opponent's black and gold pupils full of killing intent, it seems that any excuse and disguise are in vain.

"I just said that recently I always feel stared at..."

There was still some panting Araki Sosuke, and did not answer the other party's question, but a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It turns out that these recent bad things are due to you cults."

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