I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

The weird thing is that in the face of the dense barrage, Araki Sosuke, who wore bear skin, looked sluggish, wandered away from the sky, and pursed his lips, seemed to be sucking something, unexpectedly twisted unconsciously at the speed of the ghost and the movements of the ghost beast. Body...

Until the team's anesthesia bombs were exhausted, they didn't even wipe the mane on the opponent's bloated "Big Brown Bear PLAY Suit".

"Buzzing..."

Just when Araki Zongsuke was in a stalemate in the encirclement with one enemy and fifty...

"Oops, Little Bird Yushi..."

The July rain on his waist shook wildly like BBCALL again.

"What am I doing, it's been too long!"

After returning to his senses, Araki Zongsuke ignored the surrounding group of soldiers with live ammunition, and rushed towards the foot of the mountain...

"Don't look down on people!"

A team member who happened to stop him in the direction of his advancement saw the ghostly bear shadow coming towards him. He was reawakened by the oppressive feeling of being attacked by the ghost bear, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The gunshot sounded, the cartridge case had not yet landed, Araki Sosuke had disappeared from his sight...

"Where did you go?! Uh... not good..."

A stink that looked like a canned herring in unwashed socks for seven or forty-nine days hit his face. He only felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and instantly lost consciousness.

"stop!!!"

Seeing the humanoid giant bear easily dodge the bullet and subdue his companion with one move, several team members around shot one after another.

"Boom boom boom..."

Between the snow forests, it seemed as if a series of firecrackers were lit, which detonated intense gunfire.

"These stunned soldiers, over and over again, are they annoying..."

Stepping hurriedly between the ballistic trajectories, Araki Sosuke's eyes exposed from the bears' mouths lit up a fierce light: "Whoever delays this uncle to save people today, be prepared to take his life!"

In the next second, he turned into a black whirlwind, just like this, flying past the crowd without evasive.

"This guy, no kidding..."

"Really, really will die..."

Looking at the "Brown Bear" that was rapidly zooming in in sight, even the players who had been battle-tested on the battlefield, they couldn't help but be shocked by the fierce light in the eyes of Araki Sosuke for a while.

It is precisely because they have been born and died countless times, they are more certain than anyone, this is the real breath of death.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

In the crisp sound of unknown meaning, a team member who had no time to react has burst into tears, covering his legs, holding the posture of the inner character, and rises into the air...

And the horrible figure of Araki Zongsuke's "humanoid ghost bear" has disappeared into the dense forest in the distance.

"What, what to do? Do you want to catch up..."

"Idiot, didn't you see that other people have kept their hands?"

"This monster... is it really an ordinary'spiritualist' that we are hunting?"

Looking at the two "Shou Chen Ding" who were unconscious and the teammates "Ji Fei Dan", the rest of the team members were still immersed in the shock that seemed to be dominated by the peerless beast...

Less than three minutes after "exposing whereabouts", Araki Sosuke severely inflicted two "Shouchending" who were extremely restrained from spirit exterminators, and walked away from Xianting in their encirclement under the rain of guns and bullets.

In this situation, let them subconsciously ask themselves...

Under the same circumstances, can Captain Mochizuki do so simply and neatly?

"Mission failed, clean up the battlefield, wait until Captain Mochizuki comes back..."

"Yes!"

Responding to their minds, the players silently "cleaned up" the messy battlefield.

...

Mount Yotei, halfway up the mountain.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

In the snow forest with the cold wind howling and the steep terrain, there are one after another tall trees, falling down in the continuous explosion of loud noises, raising the snow dust of the big canopy.

"Unexpectedly, the next great priest appointed in the Meiji Shrine will be such a timid and fearful person."

Among the broken trees and the colorful snow, Mochizuki walked out slowly with his naked upper body and gray flames soaring into the sky.

"You, you lunatic... have all said, I am a non-combatant!"

In the jungle in front of him, Fujiwara Takumi, wearing bloated winter clothes, was running staggeringly.

"Oh, non-combatant?"

Mochizuki unhurriedly raised that extraordinarily huge black arm...

Suddenly, several giant ghost claws with gray flames appeared in front of Fujiwara Takumi and grabbed them mercilessly!

The power of the great rivers and mountains is 80%.

He seemed unhurried, like a cat and a mouse, but he didn't show any affection when he shot.

"Uh ah ah ah..."

Faced with the ghost claws close at hand that seemed to be able to easily poke himself into a pierced stomach, Fujiwara Takumi proficiently became a "lazy donkey rolling"...

With his clumsy avoidance posture, it is naturally impossible to avoid Mochizuki Che's numerous ghost hands like an arm's finger.

But before those ghost hands and bodies, the hunting clothes on the inner side of Fujiwara Takumi’s winter clothes lit up with a rich golden glow...

The Fujiwara Takumi wrapped in golden light is like a piece of original handmade soap that is slippery and not lost, causing those ghost claws to slip and deviate from the original direction.

"Boom boom boom..."

The snow and trees on both sides were suddenly torn apart by those ghost claws, leaving potholes and debris on the ground.

"Tsk tusk tusk, the'non-combatants' who are able to walk like your lord, wandering around in the "sacred place, ghost, poisonous wine" and this ghost hand, will probably not exceed the number of two hands... …"

Looking at Fujiwara Takumi, who was in the hands of the ghost in the distance, was tripped to the ground by a tree root and had two rows of nosebleeds, Mochizuki didn't look down on the enemy.

Five minutes ago, after Fujiwara Takumi "swiftly" jumped off the dwarf pine and avoided a trick he thought he would have, Mochizuki originally thought this rumored indifference and arrogance, and never easy to make a move. ", will surely be annoyed and furiously counterattack oneself...

Unexpectedly, during the period when he "response to ever-changing changes with the same" squatting on the tree trunk and waiting for him, by the way, he adapts to the new fusion of his body's "true power"...

The other party had already gotten into the forest on the side, and escaped without shame and glory.

The distance was widened, no longer being disturbed by Fujiwara Takumi's "power of the gods", the methods that originated from Shuden and Ibaraki naturally returned to Mochizuki's grasp.

Among the desolate, vast, difficult to move snowy mountains, Fujiwara Takumi, who is soft and easy to fall, naturally can't escape his Five Finger Mountain.

"Hmph, don't delay for too long, let Zongsuke Araki run away..."

Looking at the figure falling into the ground in an embarrassing way, Mochizuki moved his footsteps and lifted up the snow dust, disappearing in place...

"The favored ones who have met once in four thousand years, show their true ability and fight me upright!"

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