Standing on the roof, Wu is eager to learn.

I saw the darkness surging in all directions.

Although the minions have not yet appeared in the field of vision.

But inspiration was already reminding him that these surging darkness belonged to the devil.

That is the color of despair.

But some of those colors were lost in a huge firework-like explosion.

The remaining part, in the east, west, and north directions, was blocked like a dam, and the darkness was blocked and blocked. It should be STK's support, right?

"Bai Liusu, Duncan Vizsla, Hua Yingxiong..." Wu Haoxue recited the names of these investigators silently. .

Known as the strongest 'tassel' in the B class.

One of the gravedigger leaders 'Black Caesar'.

The 'eldest son' of Lachute's children.

Each of them is well-known among the investigator community and the dark side.

Each record is not inferior to Minase Yangmeng.

so.

"Thank you very much!" Wu Haoxue stood on the roof, focused his energy on the south, and after jumping over several roofs in a row, he also encountered the puppet minions coming towards him.

It is neither white nor red.

Not the Legion of Angels either.

It is the puppet minions directly belonging to the emperor.

It's not the first time Wu Haoxue has encountered them.

Three months ago, in Kyoto, the team of investigators fell under their siege, so much so that the boss committed suicide, and the tomb-keepers and warriors became demons.

See you again now.

Wu Haoxue thought that his anger would skyrocket and his fighting spirit would boil over.

But the only thing that surged in my heart was a calm and collected courage.

He bends the bow and shoots arrows, and passes through the mutated body many times, so he has to be very careful not to break the compound bow in his hand, which has a maximum tensile force of 200 pounds, and now his range radius has reached 700 meters, and the rate of fire exceeds 150 meters. Every second, such arrows are equivalent to half-speed bullets. The key is that these arrows will explode.

boom!

The puppets galloping down the street were bombed to pieces.

But then they quickly climbed up again, and Wu Haoxue's ordinary explosive arrows could not cause fatal damage to them.

It's going to be a **** of a time.

It is also a desperate battle.

But Wu Haoxue was not afraid at all.

...

The explosions rang out the window one after another.

In an instant, the peaceful night in Shinjuku has been disturbed into a pot of hot porridge.

Gao Fan glanced at the flames outside the window.

continue his creation.

After painting Minase Yangmeng, Gao Fan's skill value has jumped again. First of all, the mystery of 'Stone of Destiny' and 'Sand of Timing' has raised his mysticism to 67, and the twisting skill value is over half a hundred, reaching At 52.17, the concentration skills exploded to 32.

These skills values ​​skyrocketed due to the test compared with the great beings, allowing Gao Fan to wave his brush more fluently, and once again draw the mystery belonging to the silver key into the canvas, but the sound of explosions in his ears Tell him it's still not enough, he needs to be quicker.

"God?" Gao Fan called out.

Meow~ God jumped on Gaofan's shoulder.

Gao Fan rubbed his face against God's soft and smooth skin, as if it were a ritual, once again awakening the arrival of the most beautiful in the world.

When the touch that brought Gao Fan's infinite spiritual pleasure, once again reached the depths of Gao Fan's heart through his skin, causing him to let out a moan-like sigh from every pore on his body, his skill value jumped again.

No one knew that the reason why Gao Fan was in the previous 20-day retreat was not because he was hungry, but because he was addicted to sucking cats.

And the Tokyo team didn't pass on the message "For good health, don't indulge in trolling cats" because it felt that this message was meaningless. Of course, even if it was passed, Gao Fan wouldn't listen.

What a happy cat.

...

Late at night.

Residents of Shinjuku were first awakened from their sleep by the sound of the explosion.

Many gang members thought it was the enemy's door, took out watermelon knives and iron chains, naked with tattoos on the back, and slammed open the wooden door, only to see the strange puppets passing through their own courtyard.

These puppets are either dressed in samurai costumes or ninja costumes, and some are gorgeously dressed as **** emperors. They have round eyes with black pupils carved in wood color. When they glanced at these gang members, they immediately disintegrated all the courage of these human beings. .

Whether it is gang members, foreign residents, or ordinary citizens, they all cower in their own homes and dare not watch the ghosts walking outside.

More than 5,000 B-level minions directly belonging to the God-Emperor are running rampant in the Shinjuku area.

And their target is a private house in the Waseda area of ​​Shinjuku.

The servants who command these minions are the Prime Minister himself, the tomb keeper who is responsible for providing information support, and the war madman who is ambushing in the sewers and is now tracking the whereabouts of the Tokyo team.

The emperor did not appear.

There is no doubt that at this critical moment, the Emperor has more important things to do.

He needs to personally direct the big sneak attack that he calls the "Kamikaze Plan".

...

"Three more investigators," the tomb keeper said to the Prime Minister.

"Oh...Tokyo port found traces of a submarine four hours ago, is it the vehicle that transported these three investigators?" The Prime Minister smiled kindly, "Who are they?"

"I don't know for the time being." The tomb keeper picked up a handful of soil and stuffed it into his mouth, tasted it, and after being made an A-level servant by the emperor, his range of abilities was expanded, and he was able to pass more media within a certain range. , to understand the information of the target, for example, if you taste the soil at this moment, you will know that there are three more investigators.

"But it's very strong, B-level or A-level," said the tomb keeper.

"At a time like this, putting such powerful investigator resources into Tokyo's Shinjuku, and the Minase Yangmeng gang left here again..."

The Prime Minister was confused. Obviously, the information was contradictory. If Shinjuku was so important, why did the Minase Yangmeng gang leave? If Shinjuku was not important, why did new powerful investigators come?

"In any case, since the key person that Your Excellency Jinfan wanted is still in Shinjuku and has not left, our task is to catch this person, the investigator code-named 'Painter'," the Prime Minister said.

"I'm sure that the 'painter' is still in Shinjuku, only the 'high school student' Mizusawa Yangyu, the 'detective' Sanbao, and the 'deceiver' Ryuzaki have left Shinjuku, and the war mad is tracking them, the direction is Yokosuka." The tomb guard was low. said in a voice.

"They will meet a big surprise at the Yokohama port." The Prime Minister smiled, "And here, we have to work hard, we can't keep the emperor waiting for a long time, and there is another country waiting for us to conquer."

The tomb keeper nodded silently.

Driven by the devil, he is just a body at the moment.

...

After leaving Shinjuku.

The Tokyo team arrived at the Yokohama port in Yokosuka after forty-five minutes ~lightnovelpub.net~ The explosion caused Ryuzaki's flying hydra form to take a lot of damage.

And the war madness that followed behind was like a maggot with a bone attached.

"Leave this to me," said Ryuzaki, who looked like a giant transparent snake.

"How is this possible!" Minase Yangmeng shook his head violently.

"Go and do your own thing! I have the freedom to choose where I die!" the demon Ryuzaki yelled at his companions.

Sanbao pulled Minase Yangmeng, who was crying and shaking her head, and climbed out of the sewer.

Yokohama Port not far away.

Nearly a hundred warships are gearing up in the dark.

And a huge figure who had been waiting here for a long time made a 'snoring' laugh at them.

As if to say, how come? I have been waiting for you for too long.