I'm Really Unnerved In Tokyo Chapter 137

Just as the teams of the joint operation were standing guard in the vicinity of Chiyoda Ward, some changes occurred quietly in the Kuramae Apartment on the border of Chiyoda Ward and Taito Ward.

On the fifth floor of the apartment, the dark iron door leading to the rooftop greedily absorbed the white moonlight, and a crack slowly appeared from the top.

The gap with the lava light slowly spread down, dividing a whole piece of iron gate into two irregular halves.

With a sound of "Boom", the iron door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

A samurai in black armor, whose whole body was burning with resentment like flames, stepped out slowly along with the majestic resentment leaking from inside and outside the door.

The iron gate closed, and the smooth surface returned to its original state.

"The Suzaku Pseudo-Emperor, the Heizhen clan, the Fujiwara clan... Today, I will come back as promised... You will destroy my grave and break the enmity of my enshrinement, and ask your descendants to return it together."

Between the warrior's brows, there is an arrow hole deep into the bone.

Between his neck, you can see a slash where the flesh is cracked and turned outwards.

He was dressed in dark and simple warrior armor, with a long black sword hanging from his waist.

It is the legendary "Evil Spirit of Hell", "Satan of Japan", and "The Greatest Rebellious Hero", Heishanmen.

Standing on the rooftop of Zangqian's apartment, Ping Jiangmen stared at the full moon in the night with his white eyes, and pulled down the mask of his helmet to cover his face.

Then he took a deep breath.

Within a few hundred meters of the apartment, the faint resentment lingering in the air quickly poured into his body with his breath.

Then, Ping Jiangmen stood on the roof and looked at the surrounding environment, and seemed to be very satisfied with it.

"The terrain of this castle can condense the grievances around it, and it will serve as my temporary residence from today..."

Having said that, his figure gradually blurred, and he slowly transformed into an additional six warriors in black armor exactly like him.

Impressively, he is the incarnation of the legendary Ping Jiangmen, a shadow warrior.

"Let me see if the descendants of the Suzaku pseudo-emperor are as weak and incompetent as he was back then."

After the six shadow warriors were transformed, they immediately jumped off the rooftop of the Zangqian apartment and dispersed in different directions.

As for the deity of Ping Jiangmen, he sat cross-legged on the rooftop, swallowing the grievances around him.

"My Eastern Kingdom has become so magnificent..."

As the five shadow warriors ran on the eaves and on the road, countless information poured into the mind of the general on the roof simultaneously.

Obviously, he was very impressed with the night scene of Tokyo, which is full of high-rise buildings and prosperous and colorful.

Subway Tokyo Station, at the Nihonbashi exit, only a few hundred meters away from Hirato Totsuka.

On the empty street, a police officer sitting in a roadside police car stopped a man in samurai armor who was running fast.

"Sir, now you suspect that you are illegally carrying controlled knives and violating the relevant provisions of the Knife and Gun Law. Please accept a temporary inspection."

The police officer in the car stuck his head out and pointed at the long knife on the man's waist.

Since Akihabara in 2008, Tokaido Shinkansen in 2019 and many other **** cases caused by knives, the Japanese government has revised the "Gun and Knife Law" many times. Knives longer than six centimeters cannot be carried without outer packaging. to public places.

The sword on the man's waist was at least a meter long.

The man stopped stiffly, turned around and looked at the two people in the police car quietly with his eyes full of whites.

"Hey, you look quite professional... Are you wearing special lenses for your eyes? This special effect makeup should be expensive, right? Is it a special film?"

Seeing the man's face and the scars on his neck, the young police officer on the co-pilot was stunned for a moment and joked.

It's not too far from Akihabara. There are often players like this who carry some plastic knives to dress up, so they are not too vigilant.

But the one in front of him, regardless of makeup, clothing, props or demeanor, can be considered top-notch.

Then, the samurai dressed up, very cooperatively, and slowly pulled out the tachi from his waist.

It was a rusty black tachi, which seemed to swallow the surrounding light under the dim streetlights.

"Wow, this old craftsmanship is too professional..."

The young police officer in the passenger cab, who seemed to be a fan, commented with a smile on the half-drawn tachi.

"Hey, that knife looks like the real thing..."

The middle-aged policeman, who was sitting in the cab and playing with his mobile phone, noticed that something was wrong.

"Zheng".

The sound of metal rubbing was heard from the co-pilot.

When he turned his head, he found that his partner sitting in the passenger cab had disappeared above his neck.

Only the headless body was left, slumped against the window.

Red blood gushed out of the aorta without money.

And the man dressed as a samurai outside the window was slowly walking around the front of the car and walking towards him.

The black sword in his hand is still dripping with blood...

"The cruel officials under the pseudo-royal family are as incompetent as ever. Let me see if this era is worth my shot."

On the rooftop of the apartment in front of Tibet, there was a soft murmur from the flat door.

Near Shinagawa Town not far from the Nihonbashi exit of Tokyo Station, a shadow warrior in black armor was running on the road, and the long knife around his waist was still dripping with blood.

Walking to the green belt by the road, the shadow warriors merged into the grass like ninjas and disappeared without a trace.

A wave of black resentment ran fast along the plants along the green belt, as if planning to head straight for the imperial residence not far away.

"Boom boom boom..."

On the road, a light locomotive drove out from the sidewalk on one side with a sharp roar.

It is the long-lost "Sengoku Samurai".

The rider who looked in a hurry and didn't wear a helmet was naturally Sousuke Araki, who had a small oil head in gold and black, and the "Dung King Rogue Star" was vaguely visible on his temples.

Like stunt driving, the "Warring States Warrior" turned his head up, ignoring the traffic lights, jumped directly over the green belt from the sidewalk, and flew towards the main road beside him.

Secret skill, [Red Light Detour].

A wisp of resentment ~www.mtlnovel.com~ just passed by the green belt at the foot of the locomotive.

When the locomotive passed over the green belt, the shadow warrior in black armor slowly emerged half of his body from the grass, as if he was about to slash the locomotive in two.

Immediately, the rear wheel of the light locomotive lightly rubbed on the round helmet of the shadow warrior, and after using the force to cushion it, it landed steadily on the road in the distance, and left in the direction of Shinagawa without noticing. .

The shadow warriors in the green belt froze, instantly turning into black resentment and dissipating in place.

"What... the knight who can destroy the shadow warrior so easily, is this the descendant of the Genji family?"

At the same time, on the rooftop of Zangqian's apartment, the flat general door, who was sitting cross-legged, took a breath of cold air.

It was right to send shadow warriors to test first.

"Under the contemporary pseudo-emperor, there are really strong people who can't be underestimated... It doesn't matter, until I get back 'that thing'..."

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