I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Yes, Hakodate has become like this, where are we going?"

Looking confusedly at the longer and longer line at the rear of the car and the large numbers of people calling for help in the dark city, everyone in the car also noticed the seriousness of the situation.

Hakodate is in chaos at the moment, and it has long been unable to provide the expected asylum. If the team behind the bus continues to grow and extend, three spirit eliminators and a disaster prevention mobile team of less than 100 people will not be able to fly in the black snow. In the city where resentment accumulates, surrounded by frantic demon and resentful spirits, protect so many people.

"Hey, look, what is that?!"

Sosuke Araki, who was driving, suddenly reached out to a building in the distance!

"That is……"

Looking along his fingertips, a five-story building appeared in the sight of everyone...

On the top of the building, on the huge rectangular advertising stand, a large number of green rescue light sticks were put together into big characters such as "emergency shelter", "SOS", and "DPT", which were inexplicably conspicuous in the dark city.

"Great...Araki-kun, go to that building..."

The former Disaster Prevention Mobility Team member ran out of Sosuke Araki’s car window excitedly: "That mark, which contains the code abbreviation of our Disaster Prevention Mobility Team, must be the Deputy Captain Morra who returned to Hakodate first. They left behind. of!"

"Oh, what is there?"

"People after listening to the car said that it is the Hakodate Municipal General Hospital. Turn right from the intersection in front, and you will be there after crossing the overpass!"

"Hey, the hospital? I found a good place..."

Araki Sosuke nodded, turned and drove towards the building.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Those who retire are cut!"

When the bus drove off from the overpass and came to the door of the building, a group of dark figures were gathering outside the parking lot downstairs of the hospital...

"Recover the Hakodate!"

Looking closely, it turned out to be a wrathful spirit warrior with a black woven feather, a long sword and a spear on his waist, and a dark face.

These samurai were divided into three groups neatly and orderly, and with a gust of horse wind, they charged towards the gate of the hospital in the shape of "Pin".

"The swordsmanship of those guys is terrible, you can't let them come close and fight back with all your strength!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Inside the hospital’s gate, several bandaged and white camouflage members of the Disaster Prevention Mobile Team poked their heads out from behind the bunkers where furniture such as tables, chairs and iron cabinets were temporarily piled up, and handed out their hands toward these rapidly approaching black figures. Fully automatic rifle...

"In the name of honesty, never retreat!"

Against the line of fire formed by spiritual power bullets, the wraith warrior in the front row was gradually torn into black flesh and blood under the flames of the orchid, and dissipated in the flying black snow...

Even so, the samurai in the rear stepped on the "corpse" of his companion and continued to charge without fear...

As they marched steadily and fearlessly, these resentful warriors drew out the black spears from their waists, and retaliated in the direction of the hospital gate.

"Bang...bang...bang!!!"

The quaint long gun seemed to be some kind of single-shot flintlock. Although the frequency was not fast, the black bullets shot out fell into the wall like water and disappeared without a trace...

"Uh!"

"Move, the bullet can penetrate the wall!"

Inside the bunker, there was a scream, and it seemed that someone was hit by the bullet behind the wall.

"Light?"

During the fierce battle, a dazzling white light flashed in the dark city, attracting the attention of the players behind the bunker...

"The bus...Why, that car can still drive?"

"Immediately suspend firepower!"

"But, those resentful spirits..."

Because of the lights, the people guarding inside the hospital noticed the bus that "drags the family with the mouth" with the chrysanthemum on its head breaking into the battlefield for the first time.

"Don't worry about that much, look at the car behind..."

"It's our people, and civilians...so many?!"

When they saw the familiar faces in the same camouflage uniforms and the people in different clothes in the long queue hanging in the back of the car, several people couldn't help frowning and loudly warned: "The bus in front, immediately Unconditionally retreat from this area, these resentful spirits are very dangerous!"

"Huh? It's noisy... What are these people gathering here for? Did they take the opportunity to riot..."

Hearing the intensive gunfire, Sosuke Araki subconsciously stepped on the brake...

"Shoot."

The bus stopped right in the middle of the square formed by the three groups of black figures...

"Please, take a look again, these few people don't look like ‘people’ in any way, right?"

Behind him, Fujiwara Takumi unceremoniously reached out and lifted up his blindfold that slipped off his forehead...

Coincidentally, these three groups of dark figures also stopped the charge because of the dazzling headlights, turning their heads to look.

A samurai wearing an old-style military uniform from the shogunate, wearing a black weave feather on his shoulders, and holding a sword and gun, appeared in the sight of Mongsuke Araki...

"Wow...Is this after the Disbandment of the Men in Black organization, did you switch to filming Dahe drama?"

On the faces that were so dark that they were unrecognizable, the blood-red eyes looked extremely terrible.

"The royal family... kill!"

Looking at the eye-catching "sixteen-petal eight-fold chrysanthemum pattern" on the roof of the bus, a hint of hatred flashed in the eyes of these dark resentful warriors.

"Oops... help them..."

Seeing this scene, the players behind the bunker didn't care about so many, they rushed out of the bunker with guns.

After Sun Luosi left, these "wounded numbers" collected materials on the spot, set up defensive measures in the hospital, and accommodated some people who had come by the way...

But not long after, a black warrior began to appear one after another on the dark streets full of half-monsters and wraiths...

These resentful spirit warriors, who came from nowhere, seem to be equipped with old and outdated equipment, and their every move is no different from a living person. They are not like ordinary resentful spirits and act obsessively. On the contrary, they advance and retreat in a degree and cooperate with each other. .

Not only is he very experienced in dealing with firearms, he also has precise marksmanship, superb swordsmanship, and a body that is not afraid of death, plus long swords and bullets that can penetrate everything...

Once they gather in a certain number and form a battle formation, even if it is a firepower net composed of spiritual bullets and automatic rifles, it is very difficult to deal with.

In less than half an hour, several team members had been injured by bullets passing through the wall and the samurai rushing to the front.

"I am the Scarlet Whirlwind!"

At the same time, the white bus surrounded by three groups of warrior warriors, a pair of sturdy, terrifying, flame-filled black arms protruded from both sides of the front of the car, and it spun a punch on the spot like lightning, causing a devastation. The black snow dragon scroll...

"Ming... it's obviously black..."

As the black arms retracted and the whirlwind dissipated, the crystal clear limbs all over the sky flew like rain, and the hospital parking lot that had been killing so loudly and approaching the city suddenly became lonely and silent...

"This, this bus... can't it be something mourning..."

Through the reconnaissance goggles, watching the bus that suddenly turned into a "Iron Warrior", dropped demons, and returned to normal after finishing work, the team members who rushed out of the bunker kept their guns and aiming postures. , Was directly at the entrance of the hospital...

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