Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Sigh, no choice. Who told me to end up with a captain who likes to slack off? Guess I'm just unlucky," Riko Futaba said, straightening her expression.

"You guys go ahead first. I'll take care of the rest. Don't worry."

"Okay, we'll leave it to you then."

Yozora nodded and, together with Miko Yotsuya, led Mai Sakurajima and Haruna Amano, two support-type psychic ability users, out of the activity room.

After they left, Riko Futaba looked at the remaining members and did some calculations in her mind before finally making arrangements.

"The rest of us will form a group and act together. Contact Naruko Anjou and Miss Natsumi Suga. They're also at risk of being attacked and need our protection."

As she spoke, Riko Futaba had already dialed the phone. After a few seconds, the call was answered, and Yono Yukinoshita's smiling voice came from the other end.

"Oh, Futaba-san, this is the first time you've ever called me."

Riko Futaba didn't waste any words and warned seriously.

"Kyoto City is in danger. Although you didn't send a notice with us, you were there when we fought Izanami. Even though you were disguised, it's hard to say whether the enemy knows your identity. You're alone in Chiba, so be careful."

"Don't worry."

Hearing Riko Futaba's seemingly indifferent but actually concerned words, Yono Yukinoshita said with a smile.

"I'm not like you guys. If I encounter an enemy, I'll run away immediately. Don't worry about my safety."

… …

Ten minutes later, outside the towering white tower.

"Boom!"

Hearing the sudden loud noise, the police officers responsible for guarding the perimeter and the TV station staff who were broadcasting couldn't help but tremble.

When they looked over, the smoke and dust on the ground slowly dissipated, revealing a familiar figure wearing a black coat.

"'Mask' has arrived."

After a few seconds, Mai Sakurajima, Haruna Amano, and Miko Yotsuya, who had also used their soul manifestation abilities to create disguises, slowly descended from the sky.

Watching the hem of the black coat burn like flames, fluttering in the breeze, and Yozora's face wearing a jet-black mask, Mai Sakurajima sighed helplessly and couldn't help but complain.

"Do you always have to make such a cool entrance every time?"

"Look who's talking."

Yozora replied matter-of-factly.

"As the saying goes, my art style is above yours. Art style and coolness, while seemingly unrelated to combat, are actually the hallmarks of a strong person!"

Mai Sakurajima rolled her eyes, like coaxing a child.

"Alright, alright, handsome 'Mask' adult, can we go in and take a look now?"

"Don't rush."

Yozora looked at Miko Yotsuya, who had already summoned her Soul's True Body, Hundred Eyes, and was observing the white tower in front of her.

"My queen, what do you think?"

A thoughtful look appeared in Miko Yotsuya's golden eyes as she muttered.

"This tower gives me the feeling… it's very similar to Rikka Sakurakawa's palace, also filled with extremely distorted traces of desire, but there are some subtle differences."

"I see."

Yozora nodded noncommittally, then, under the gaze of the police officers, TV reporters, and Mai Sakurajima and others, he made an outrageous move that shocked everyone.

He walked to the entrance of the tower, but instead of pushing open the heavy-looking wooden door, he squatted down on one knee, then reached out and forcibly pried off a white brick, casually tossing it into his mouth like eating a snack, chewing while nodding as if savoring a delicacy.

"I see…"

Not only the reporters and police officers, but even Mai Sakurajima, Miko Yotsuya, and Haruna Amano were dumbfounded.

"Wait…"

Miko Yotsuya approached Yozora from behind, watching him swallow the white brick, her expression becoming very complicated.

"I remember when we were talking about the 'door' before, didn't you say you couldn't directly eat the 'door'…"

Yozora waved his hand and replied casually.

"That was then, this is now. The strengthening of physical fitness naturally includes digestive ability. Not to mention a brick made of spiritual power, I'll eat a real brick for you to see!"

Miko Yotsuya: "… We're just talking, but there's no need to use such a strangely passionate tone for this topic…"

After complaining, Miko Yotsuya raised her head, looking at the white tower that extended into the clouds and didn't know how high it was, frowning slightly.

"Did you taste anything?"

"Yes, I tasted something."

Yozora stood up, patted the white ash on his hands, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"This thing, like Rikka Sakurakawa's Yomi Hirasaka, is made up of distorted desires, and the source of this distorted desire is that Councilor Sato."

"Huh? Like Rikka Sakurakawa's Yomi Hirasaka? Don't tell me, you've eaten that palace too?"

"No, I haven't."

Yozora shook his head and said with a light smile.

"But during the battle, I ate a lot of Izanami's body. She kept regenerating while I kept eating, it really satisfied me."

"Can you not describe this kind of thing with a smile on your face? It's kind of scary."

After saying this, Miko Yotsuya looked at the entrance of the white tower, took a deep breath, and a solemn look appeared in her golden eyes.

"Even though that Sato has already been destroyed by you, his domain suddenly appeared in the real world after so long. It seems… we can only go in and take a look to discover more information."

Hearing this, Yozora gave an unexpected answer.

"Go in? Only an idiot would go in."

As he spoke, Nightstar walked towards the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department who were responsible for perimeter security. When they saw him approaching, they subconsciously reached for the guns at their waists, but then seemed hesitant and didn't draw their weapons to aim at him.

Opinions on "Mask's" public murder of a councilor during a live television broadcast were divided within Sakura Province.

But it wasn't like that in Kyoto City.

There was only praise, no criticism.

The Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department's thinking was simple.

You don't live in Kyoto City, so of course you can argue every day about procedural justice, outlaw vigilantes, arrogant criminals, the incompetence of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department, and their failure to arrest the criminal "Mask."

But only the residents of Kyoto City, including the members of the Metropolitan Police Department, knew that if it hadn't been for "Mask," how could so many cases, such as the Kyoto Tower, the amusement park, the subway malfunction, and the Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten, which could be described as terrorist attacks, have ended perfectly?

In fact, many members of the Metropolitan Police Department and their families had been saved by "Mask."

Arrest him?

Arrest my foot. "Mask" is a hero of Kyoto, without a doubt.

"Get someone who can make decisions."

Hearing "Mask's" words, a middle-aged man in a bulletproof vest walked over from the periphery, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice.

"Mr. 'Mask,' I am the overall commander of this scene, my name is…"

"I don't care what your name is."

Nightstar interrupted him without interest.

"The Metropolitan Police Department's Mobile Unit should have a demolition team, right? Call them over and blow up this tower."

"Huh?"

Looking at the bewildered expression on the face of the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department, Nightstar's tone was very firm.

"What 'huh'? This is obviously a trap, did you think I'd actually go in? Evacuate the surrounding residents and then blow it up, got it?"

"This… this…"

"Hurry up, I don't have time to waste with you. If you hesitate any longer, I'm leaving, you can figure it out yourselves."

"I… I understand."

After giving the order to the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department, Nightstar walked back to Yotsuya Miko and the others, looked at the white tower in front of him, and said with a chuckle.

"Alright, when the Metropolitan Police Department sends over the demolition team, we'll just be responsible for pressing the button."

Yotsuya Miko knew the principle behind this, Nightstar had already explained it to her.

The key to eliminating the bizarre is not spiritual objects, but the people who use them.

If it were just the Metropolitan Police Department's demolition team, ordinary people, placing explosives around the building and then detonating them, even if the tower temporarily collapsed, it would recover in a few seconds, like an evil spirit hit by a bullet.

But if, as Nightstar said, after the explosives were placed, a spiritual power user pressed the button, it would be equivalent to a spiritual attack.

After all, in the beginning, when it was just him and Yotsuya Miko, they used this method to destroy the "gates."

Sakurajima Mai looked at the towering white tower, her eyes flickering.

"Then what… what should we do next?"

Nightstar's answer was very brief.

"Let's slack off."

For the next fifteen minutes, Nightstar really just stood there with Sakurajima Mai, Yotsuya Miko, and Amano Hina, watching the Metropolitan Police Department's Mobile Unit demolition team install explosives outside the tower.

The host, who had been broadcasting live, had nothing to say after a few minutes, so he simply fell silent.

The viewers in front of the television didn't change the channel either, they just stared blankly at "Mask" and his group slacking off, which was quite a spectacle.

Just as the demolition team finished installing the explosives, the gate of the tower slowly opened.

The on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department looked over and saw a familiar face inside the door, and his pupils shrank in shock.

"Councilor… Councilor Sato?"

Sato, wearing a suit and tie, with scars on his face, looking a little embarrassed, leaned against the door, coughing and shouting.

"Save… save me."

"Councilor Sato!"

Upon seeing this, the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department hurried over, but before he could get close, he was stopped by "Mask."

"Are you brainless?"

Nightstar said this first, then looked directly into the eyes of the commander and said softly, word by word.

"Give me the detonation button device."

"This… this…"

The commander looked at Sato, who was leaning against the door, with a conflicted expression, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Mr. 'Mask,' after we rescue Councilor Sato, I will hand the detonation button to you."

The on-site commander didn't understand why Councilor Sato, who had already died, would suddenly appear inside the tower entrance, he only knew one thing.

Blowing up a bizarrely appearing tower was one thing.

But blowing up a councilor under his command was another matter.

"Mask" was already a criminal and didn't need to bear any responsibility, but he, the commander who gave the order, would definitely be to blame.

Nightstar had already seen through the other party's thoughts, just shook his head, and thought to himself.

As expected, most people don't have the awareness and decisiveness of Soichiro Yagami.

This new commander of the Special Operations Unit is not qualified to be his assistant.

Chapter 365: The Three Girls' Team Battle, "Mask's" Unshakable Reputation

"Alright."

To the surprise of the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department, "Mask" didn't have any excessive reaction, just nodded.

"Then let the demolition team remove the explosives first."

"Eh?"