"You **** doesn't know anything at all. That night, if it wasn't for her, the head of Mochizuki, I'm afraid this place would have..."

Hearing Mochizukiche's disdainful tone and the mention of a certain name, the faces of several detectives from Lesson 9 showed anger.

Maybe because of some confidentiality regulations, they didn't finish the sentence.

A young detective stepped forward, grabbed Mochizuki's collar fiercely, and pressed his chin with a cold pistol: "I don't care who you are, take back what you just said..."

"Do you know how many people in Lesson 9 fought to 'retire' that night, including Section Chief Mochizuki?"

"Well, if what you just said made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry..."

Mochizuki let the other party hold on to his collar. The dark sunglasses on his face shone indifferently under the dim street lamp, and he didn't take the muzzle on his chin seriously.

"But if your grief and anger can wake up my lovely sister, please express it to your heart's content."

"Shhhhh..."

Behind him, the disaster-prevention mobile team members, who had been silent, put their hands on the automatic rifles around their waists in unison.

It seems that as long as he gives an order, he can shoot at any time.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became chilling.

"Sorry, Your Excellency, I just contacted the headquarters, and I haven't received any instructions for handing over the apartments in front of Tibet. Please check again..."

Another older detective held down the gun in his companion's hand, negotiated with Mochizuki in a reasonable way, and shifted the center of the conflict without a trace.

"Hey... The documents for the Metropolitan Police should still be on the way. I printed this document directly at the Ministry of Defense and came here. I wanted to finish get off work early, but I haven't been to an izakaya in Japan for a long time..."

Mochizuki Che ignored the messed up collar and rolled up the cuff of his left hand, revealing a left arm covered in rune bandages...

"By the way, by the way, from today onwards, not only the Zangqian apartment, but also the weird, half-demon and those messy cults are under the jurisdiction of our Ministry of Defense..."

He stretched out his left hand and clasped it lightly on the side of the giant iron gate that was closed enough to resist missile bombardment.

"You, the Metropolitan Police Department and the Association of Spirit Slayers, will handle small cases such as resentment disturbing the people and funerals and funerals."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mochizuki's thin arm suddenly swollen and turned black like coke.

The iron gate, which weighed nearly ten tons, suddenly let out a painful howl...

The power of the great country is 20%.

"Crack."

Under the dull gazes of everyone, Mochizuki Che with a face full of indifference, as easily as opening the sliding door of an izakaya, twisted and deformed the five-meter-high and eight-meter-wide alloy iron gate in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye. Pulled out a huge gap the width of one person.

"Okay, hurry up and switch defenses... Clean up everything in the apartment and send it to the research institute for careful inspection."

After doing all this, Mochizuki's arms turned from black to white, and he fastened his cuffs with a calm expression.

"No, you can't go in and clean up before Araki-senpai comes back to clean up! This is what our Spirit Eliminators Association promised him..."

The tall Yamada Kengo, before resolutely blocked the crack, stopped several members of the disaster prevention mobile team who were about to enter the iron gate.

The little bird Yumayumi beside him also silently stood beside him.

"You two, don't you look like people from the Metropolitan Police Department, the Soul Eliminator Association..."

Behind him, someone immediately handed Mochizuki Che a stack of documents.

"Oh, there is... the hairstyle has changed and I almost didn't recognize it..."

Looking up to examine the tall Yamada Kengo's face in front of him, Mochizuki Che whispered silently.

"Kengo Yamada, codenamed Philosopher Swordsman, with the rank of Exorcism and Exemption [One], the chief general of the Kendo Department of Shibuya University of Economics (former), after being arrested for crimes such as underwear theft and windbreaker exhibitionism, he rehabilitated and studied under his tutelage. Benichiro, who is good at Maoshan Taoism, has an 84% fit with the grudge [the collar of the dog with a human face]. He searched and rescued 124 people in the ruins on the night of the Obon Festival..."

In his hand, there is a stack of "employee data sheets" regularly backed up by the Soul Eliminator Association in the inner hall of the capital.

After reading a certain paragraph, his tone became more and more disdainful for some reason.

"Wait, who wrote about underwear theft and windbreaker exhibitionism? These have clearly been clarified and the case has been erased..."

Ignoring Kengo Yamada's protest, Mochizuki glanced at the girl wearing a high school uniform beside her, and her expression became solemn: "Little Bird Yumayumi, codenamed Akagi Miaomiao-chan, is exempt from the spirit level [II], and is studying in Shinjuku, Tokyo Metropolitan Government. In high school, he is the chief general of the archery club, and he is good at Shinto. On the night of the Obon Festival, he used the 'Three Artifacts of Akagi' to guard the Zangqian apartment.

"Please don't pronounce that code..."

It seems that he was a little embarrassed that his "misregistered" screen name was "publicly executed", Kotori Yumayumi protested in a low voice.

"The shrine maiden seems to have some fighting power, but you dare to come here directly in your school uniform, and you lack professionalism and vigilance..."

Sighing, Mochizuki scratched his head in anguish.

"It seems that the Soul Eliminators Association is really tight, and even high school and college students are recruiting to guard such dangerous places. Continue to let 'non-professionals' like the Metropolitan Police Department and civil associations manage them. Such a dangerous and large-scale grudge can't do it..."

"How the handover will be made is a matter between your government departments. I can't control it. However, after Araki-senpai comes to pack up..."

Kengo Yamada glanced down at the other party's waist ~lightnovelpub.net~ with a dissatisfied expression.

"You guy, since you're also a sword-wielder, don't you have any demeanor?"

As he got closer, he could see a pitch-black short sword hanging from the hem of Mochizuki Che's suit.

"A person who uses a sword? Sorry, I don't know how to use a sword. For me, this "mustache cut" is just an ornament that gets in the way. "

Mochizuki Che lowered his head and glanced at the worn out sword on his waist, showing a disdainful smile.

"If you are talking about the former apartment resident, sorry, according to the "National Requisition Order", all the items in this apartment have been owned by the state..."

"No, everything in the room has precious and irreplaceable memories behind it for Araki-senpai!"

With that dazzling light bulb-like bald head, Yamada Kengo still stubbornly blocked the crack.

Even though he saw Mochizuki's inhuman power just now, he didn't have any intention of backing down.

"That's right, even if you want to hand over, please wait for the resident to come and pack up his personal belongings..."

The little bird Yumayumi beside him also stood firmly beside Kengo Yamada and asked earnestly.

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