Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

You're a hostage, but you're awfully cooperative.

Wait a moment.

You both have 'Night' in your names, are you perhaps relatives?

Miko Yotsuya also knew that her idea was a bit far-fetched, but she really couldn't understand why Ichiro Yagami, as the Director of the Criminal Affairs Bureau, would help Night Star.

She didn't see the process of Onimaru Kunitsuna acknowledging its master at the time.

Onimaru Kunitsuna, that is a famous sword of heirloom level in Sakura Province.

Such a long sword that can slay demons and possesses intelligence actually chose Night Star as its master.

The shock in Ichiro Yagami's heart was truly indescribable.

Of course, besides this reason.

There was also the reason that he didn't want to see members of the Metropolitan Police Department sacrifice themselves in vain, and the words Night Star said.

For some reason.

Although there was no evidence, Ichiro Yagami felt that "Mask" was telling the truth.

The other party's goal was not to create unrest in this society.

Combining the scene at that time when "Mask" was holding Onimaru Kunitsuna and sheathing the famous sword…

In Ichiro Yagami's heart, there even arose a kind of inexplicable awe.

"No problem."

This car of the Metropolitan Police Department seems to be a relatively old model, not even an automatic, but a manual transmission.

Just as Ichiro Yagami was about to say something, he heard Night Star casually reply, and then with extremely skilled movements, he inserted the key, ignited the engine, stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and started the car, all in one go.

As an old detective with many years of experience in handling cases, watching the scene before him, he subconsciously added a clue about the true identity in his mind.

Can drive, and is experienced, most likely an adult.

In recent years, not many young people have gone to take the manual transmission driver's license, after all, vehicle updates and iterations have made it difficult to see manual transmission cars.

Combined with that extraordinary psychological quality, the experience is obviously extremely rich.

Most likely, it is an adult between the ages of thirty and forty.

Ichiro Yagami reasoned very logically.

Unfortunately, he was completely wrong.

However, he can't be blamed for his lack of ability.

Aside from the fact that Night Star is a transmigrator.

After devouring thousands of evil spirits, in addition to the strengthening of physical fitness and spiritual ability, he also gained professional skills in many aspects.

I'm a thirty-year-old locksmith, and with a pack of instant noodles, I can pry open the entire community!

I'm a thirty-year-old electrician, whether there's a leak or not, I can tell with a touch!

I'm a thirty-year-old veteran of love battlefields, whether you're carrying Valentine's Day chocolate or a kitchen knife in your bag, I can tell at a glance!

Want to judge his true identity from such details?

Then I can only wish Ichiro Yagami good luck.

"I… I swear, s-slow down!"

Watching Night Star slam on the accelerator and shift the gear lever from first gear to fifth gear within two seconds, Ichiro Yagami immediately grabbed the handrail above his head, and a rare look of panic appeared on his serious, square face.

No, is this how you drive?

Ichiro Yagami seemed to be able to hear this decade-old police car making its last crazy roar.

"My youth…"

Night Star stared straight ahead at the road, and at this moment, his whole being merged with the vehicle.

"No regrets!"

"Whoosh."

Watching the police car roaring and speeding away into the distance, quickly disappearing at the end of the road in their field of vision, the members of the Metropolitan Police Department were all dumbfounded.

"This car… can it still drive this fast?"

"Is he standing up to step on the accelerator?"

"Won't it fall apart on the road?"

…

Obviously, the members of the Metropolitan Police Department sincerely admired Night Star's ability to drive an old manual transmission police car with the effect of a rocket launch, leaving everyone else far behind.

Isn't this about to blow it up?

"Hmph."

A muffled snort interrupted the discussions of the Metropolitan Police Department members.

The surrounding air instantly became much quieter.

Everyone's eyes shifted to a tall man wearing full body bulletproof heavy armor and holding a riot shield.

Looking is looking.

But no one dared to meet the man's gaze.

"What arrogant criminals."

Kiyoka Agutami stepped forward, opened the back of a riot van, took off his riot helmet, and threw it along with the shield in his hand into the rear compartment.

Then, he walked to the driver's seat of the van, opened the door, and prepared to step inside.

"Officer Agutami!"

A member of the Metropolitan Police Department saw this and mustered the courage to stop him.

"Our top priority now should be to check inside the museum for any hidden criminals, and whether any exhibits are missing or damaged. The surrounding streets have been blocked, they can't get too far away. Leave the matter of rescuing Director Yagami to those colleagues."

"Hmm?"

Kiyoka Agutami turned his head, looked directly into the eyes of the Metropolitan Police Department member, and said word by word.

"You want me to turn a blind eye to evil?"

Faced with his emotionless, inhumanly indifferent gaze, the back of the Metropolitan Police Department member instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and even the white shirt in his suit was completely soaked.

Kiyoka Agutami didn't say another word, directly sat in the driver's seat of the riot van, slammed on the accelerator, passed through the encirclement of the Metropolitan Police Department, and drove in the direction that Night Star had left.

He doesn't care about the cultural relics in the museum.

He doesn't care about the personal safety of the Criminal Affairs Bureau Director.

Kiyoka Agutami only cares about one thing.

The sanction of evil, implementing his own justice.

…

Five minutes later.

"Ugh, ugh…"

Ichiro Yagami leaned against the wall of the alley, lowered his head and bent over, constantly retching.

His extremely serious, square face had now turned pale.

After the discomfort in his stomach eased slightly, Ichiro Yagami raised his cuff to wipe his mouth, turned around, and looked at Night Star and Miko Yotsuya standing there.

Although they had masks on, he couldn't see the expressions of these two people.

But judging from their eyes and posture, these two masked mysterious people, one black and one white, did not feel any discomfort from the high-speed driving just now.

"You… are really amazing."

Ichiro Yagami expressed his sincere admiration.

Night Star goes without saying.

Miko Yotsuya's psychological quality also far exceeds the limits of normal people.

She also didn't understand a bit.

It was just driving at a speed of over one hundred and seventy kilometers per hour, why was this Criminal Affairs Bureau Director in such a mess?

Miko Yotsuya's heart was without waves, and she even wanted to laugh a little.

"Then…"

Night Star handed the Onimaru Kunitsuna at his waist, along with the scabbard, into the palm of the pale ghost hand next to him.

In Ichiro Yagami's eyes, he could only see him handing the Onimaru Kunitsuna to the side, and then this famous sword suddenly disappeared.

The principle is the same as the Eight-Foot Sword.

Things that have substance, even spiritual objects, can be seen by ordinary people.

But as long as they come into contact with spirits, the spiritual objects will transform into a form close to evil spirits and monsters, and in the eyes of normal people, they will suddenly disappear.

This incomprehensible scene made Ichiro Yagami once again feel an incomprehensible shock.

Is the true face of the world…

Not something that ordinary people like him can understand?

Who exactly are these two people in front of him?

Onimaru Kunitsuna is a famous sword, but after all, it was made hundreds of years ago, and it cannot be compared with long swords made with modern craftsmanship.

Why does the other party want Onimaru Kunitsuna?

Is it for money?

If it was for money, there were so many famous treasures in the main exhibition hall at that time, why didn't they all take them away?

Ichiro Yagami couldn't imagine "Mask's" motive.

He had never encountered such an elusive, completely unpredictable, and puzzling criminal.

"Director Yagami."

Watching Miko Yotsuya enter the "door" and disappear from the spot, Night Star turned his head and looked at Ichiro Yagami standing not far away.

"I look forward to your reply."

Ichiro Yagami was silent.

He knew that the other party's so-called reply did not mean that he would contact them.

Such a big event happened today, and the Metropolitan Police Department has blocked all the streets within a few kilometers. Even if they want to hide it, they can't hide it.

After the end, the Metropolitan Police Department will definitely hold a press conference with the person in charge of the Kyoto Municipal Museum to explain today's incident to the public.

"Mask" does not need to contact him.

He only needs to sit at home, like all the citizens of Kyoto and Sakura Province, and watch TV.

From the content of the press conference, he will be able to know what kind of decision he has made in this incident.

Just as Ichiro Yagami was about to reply, he suddenly heard a harsh screech of brakes sounding at the entrance of the alley.

"Bang!"

A riot van directly crashed into the entrance of the alley in an extremely rude manner, blocking it tightly.

Then, a tall man with a riot shield in his hand, with distinct features and no emotion in his eyes, jumped into the alley from the top of the van.

His black boots stepped on the muddy water on the ground, splashing a burst of water.

"Agutami…"

Seeing Kiyoka Agutami's appearance, Ichiro Yagami's face immediately changed.

"Director Yagami, please step back."

The tall Kiyoka Agutami stood in the narrow, dark alley, like a small mountain, carrying a heavy sense of oppression that made it difficult to breathe.

He walked forward step by step, and the riot shield in his hand scraped against the wall, making a light crashing sound.