Chapter 87: The Strongest Person in the Police Department
Mr. Good Citizen Yoru and Police Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief Soichiro Yagami reached a friendly consensus.
Cooperation leads to success.
"Bomb!?"
Hearing Yagami's words, all police members dared not act rashly.
There were many kinds of bombs.
The kind with hand grenades strapped all over the body was completely amateur.
Even if grenades exploded, the point wasn't the explosion itself but the AOE (Area of Effect) damage caused by flying shrapnel.
Police members had vehicles as cover, and SWAT officers wore heavy full-body bulletproof armor.
Even if "Mask" was covered in grenades and detonated at this distance, it would probably only kill Soichiro Yagami.
But if it were a higher-end compressed bomb...
Once detonated, leveling the area within hundreds of meters wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Mind you, the Kyoto City Museum was holding an exhibition.
Not only Onimaru Kunitsuna but also many handed-down treasures of Sakura Prefecture were inside.
If this bomb exploded....
The Kyoto Metropolitan Police would be nailed directly to the pillar of shame in history.
After this terrifying picture emerged in their minds, all police members were instantly drenched in sweat.
"Don't... don't be impulsive!"
Seeing the plan succeed, Soichiro Yagami's mood was very complicated, but he still winked at a subordinate in the distance.
The latter understood immediately, took out the walkie-talkie, and ordered.
"Snipers stand by. Don't shoot without orders."
Time was tight, plus the commander-in-chief was hijacked; the situation was chaotic.
He heard that current technology could make high-tech bombs that detected human heartbeat and detonated automatically once the heartbeat stopped.
They really dared not shoot.
Yoru hijacked Soichiro Yagami and led Miko, walking brazenly to a police car under the gaze of all police members. extending his hand to the police officer hiding behind the vehicle, he said faintly.
"Give me the key."
Noticing Soichiro Yagami nodding, the police officer dared not act rashly. He could only take out the car key and place it gently on the hood of the car.
Yoru picked up the key, opened the door, and threw Soichiro Yagami directly into the passenger seat in an extremely rough manner.
Miko sat in the back row, and he sat in the driver's seat.
After closing the door and isolating the outside noise, Soichiro Yagami frowned tightly and lowered his voice.
"Can you drive? How about I do it?"
Miko in the back row had mixed feelings.
This hostage is too cooperative.
Wait a minute.
Both of you have "Night" (Yoru/Yagami) in your names; could you be relatives?
Miko knew her thought was a bit outrageous, but she really couldn't understand why Soichiro Yagami, the Bureau Chief of Criminal Investigation, would help Yoru.
She didn't see the process of Onimaru Kunitsuna recognizing its master.
Onimaru Kunitsuna, a handed-down famous sword of Sakura Prefecture.
Such a long katana capable of slaying evil demons and possessing intelligence actually chose Yoru as its master.
The shock in Soichiro Yagami's heart was indescribable.
Of course, besides this reason.
There was also the reason that he didn't want to see police members sacrifice in vain, as well as what Yoru said.
For some reason.
Although there was no evidence, Yagami felt "Mask" was telling the truth.
The opponent's goal wasn't to create turmoil in society.
Combined with the scene of "Mask" holding Onimaru Kunitsuna and sheathing the famous sword...
Yagami even felt an inexplicable awe in his heart.
"No problem."
This police car seemed to be an older model, not automatic but manual transmission.
Just as Yagami wanted to say something, he heard Yoru reply nonchalantly. Then, with extremely practiced movements—inserting the key, ignition, stepping on the clutch, shifting gears, and starting—it was done in one go.
As a veteran detective with years of experience, watching this scene, he subconsciously added a clue about the real identity in his heart.
Can drive and has rich experience—high probability of being an adult.
In recent years, few young people would take the test for manual transmission licenses, as vehicles were updated and manual cars were rarely seen.
Combined with the extraordinary psychological quality, the experience was obviously extremely rich.
Likely an adult aged between thirty and forty.
Soichiro Yagami reasoned logically.
Unfortunately, all wrong.
Leaving aside that Yoru was a transmigrator.
After devouring thousands of evil spirits, besides the enhancement in physical fitness and spiritual power, he also gained professional skills involving many aspects.
I, a locksmith with thirty years of experience, can pry open an entire residential area with a single instant noodle!
I, an electrician with thirty years of experience, can tell if there's a leakage just by touching with my hand!
I, a veteran Shuraba player with thirty years of experience, can tell if you're carrying Valentine's chocolate or a kitchen knife just by looking!
Trying to judge his true identity from such details?
Then he could only wish Soichiro Yagami good luck.
"Ho... Holy crap, drive slower!"
Watching Yoru slam on the accelerator and shift from first to fifth gear directly within two seconds, Soichiro Yagami immediately grabbed the handle above his head. His serious square face showed rare panic.
No, is this how you drive?
Soichiro Yagami seemed to hear this decade-old police car letting out its final crazy roar.
"My youth..."
Yoru looked straight at the road ahead, merging with the vehicle at this moment.
"Has absolutely no regrets!" (Note: Might Guy reference).
Vroom~
Watching the police car roar and disappear quickly at the end of the road in their vision, the police members were dumbfounded.
"Can this car... drive this fast?"
"Did he stand up to step on the gas?"
"Will it really not fall apart on the road?"
....
Obviously, the police members sincerely admired Yoru for driving an old manual police car like a rocket launch, leaving everyone in the dust.
Almost pushed it to the breaking point.
"Hmph."
A dull snort interrupted the police members' discussion.
The surrounding air instantly became much quieter.
Everyone's gaze shifted to a tall man wearing full-body bulletproof heavy armor, holding a riot shield, with angular features and emotionless eyes.
Looking was fine.
But no one dared to meet the man's gaze.
"Truly an arrogant criminal."
Akoya Seishu strode forward, opened the back of a bulletproof van, took off his riot helmet, threw it along with the shield in his hand into the back compartment.
Immediately after, he walked to the driver's side of the van, opened the door, and prepared to step in.
"Officer Akoya!"
Seeing this, a police member mustered up the courage to stop him.
"Our top priority now should be to check if there are criminals hiding in the museum and if the exhibits are lost or damaged. The surrounding streets are sealed off; they can't get far. Leave rescuing Bureau Chief Yagami to those colleagues."
"Hmm?"
Akoya Seishu turned his head, looked straight into the police member's eyes, and said word by word.
"Do you want me to turn a blind eye to evil?"
Facing his emotionless, inhumanly indifferent gaze, cold sweat instantly soaked the police member's back, completely drenching the white shirt inside his suit.
Akoya Seishu didn't say another word. He sat directly in the driver's seat of the bulletproof van, slammed on the accelerator, broke through the police encirclement, and drove in the direction Yoru left.
He didn't care about cultural relics in the museum.
Even less about the personal safety of the Criminal Investigation Bureau Chief.
Akoya Seishu cared about only one thing.
Executing Justice—carrying out his own justice against evil.
....
Five minutes later.
Retch, retch...
Soichiro Yagami supported himself against the alley wall, bowing his head and retching constantly.
His extremely serious square face was now pale.
When the stomach discomfort eased slightly, Yagami wiped his mouth with his cuff and turned to look at Yoru and Miko standing there.
Although they wore masks and he couldn't see their expressions.
Judging from their eyes and posture, these two mysterious people, one black and one white, felt no discomfort from the high-speed driving just now.
"You guys... are amazing."
Yagami sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Needless to say about Yoru.
Miko's psychological quality also far exceeded the limit of normal people.
She was also a bit confused.
It was only a speed of over 170 km/h; why did this Bureau Chief look so miserable?
Miko's heart was calm, and she even wanted to laugh a little.
"Now..."
Yoru handed Onimaru Kunitsuna at his waist, along with the scabbard, to the palm of the Pale Ghost Hand beside him.
In Soichiro Yagami's eyes, he only saw Yoru hand Onimaru Kunitsuna to the side, and then this famous sword suddenly disappeared.
The principle was the same as Hachishaku hiding the katana.
Objects with physical forms, even spiritual items, could be seen by ordinary people.
But as long as they came into contact with a spirit, the spiritual item would transform into a form close to evil spirits and ghosts, disappearing suddenly in the eyes of normal people.
This incomprehensible scene made Soichiro Yagami feel incomprehensible shock again.
The true face of the world...
Is it not something ordinary people like me can understand?
Who exactly are these two people in front of me?
Although Onimaru Kunitsuna was a famous sword, it was made hundreds of years ago after all, completely incomparable to long katanas made with modern technology.
Why did the opponent want Onimaru Kunitsuna?
For money?
If it were for money, there were so many treasures in the main exhibition hall back then; why not take them all?
Soichiro Yagami couldn't imagine "Mask's" motive.
He had never encountered such an elusive criminal whose next move was completely unpredictable and baffling.
"Bureau Chief Yagami."
Watching Miko enter the "Door" and disappear from the spot, Yoru turned his head and looked at Soichiro Yagami standing not far away.
"I look forward to your reply."
Yagami remained silent.
He knew the so-called reply didn't mean contacting the opponent himself.
Such a big event happened today. The police sealed off all streets within several kilometers. Even if they wanted to hide it, they couldn't.
After it was over, the police would inevitably hold a press conference with the person in charge of the Kyoto City Museum to explain today's event to the public.
"Mask" didn't need to contact him.
He just needed to sit at home and watch TV like all citizens in Kyoto and Sakura Prefecture.
From the content of the press conference, he would know what decision Yagami made in this incident.
Just as Yagami wanted to reply, he suddenly heard a piercing screech of brakes at the entrance of the alley.
Bang!
A bulletproof van crashed directly into the entrance of the alley in an extremely violent manner, blocking it tightly.
Immediately after, a tall man holding a riot shield, with angular features and emotionless eyes, jumped into the alley from the top of the van.
His black boots stepped on a puddle of sewage on the ground, splashing water.
"Akoya..."
Seeing Akoya Seishu appear, Soichiro Yagami's face changed immediately.
"Bureau Chief Yagami, please step back."
The tall Akoya Seishu stood in the narrow and dark alley like a small mountain, carrying a heavy oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe.
He walked forward step by step, the riot shield in his hand scraping against the wall, making a light collision sound.
"Mask."
Akoya Seishu looked straight at Yoru standing there. His eyes had no emotional fluctuation, not like a human at all, but more like a cold mechanical creature.
"Accept the sanction of justice."
"Akoya!"
Soichiro Yagami stopped him in a deep voice.
"He has a bomb on him. If it detonates..."
"I don't care."
Akoya Seishu interrupted Yagami directly.
"No matter the cost, evil must be sanctioned by my own hands."
Madman.
A thorough madman.
Although meeting for the first time, Yoru knew this man named Akoya Seishu.
Because, like Kure Raian he met last time, the opponent was also one of the fighters qualified to participate in the Kengan Annihilation Tournament.
Title: The Executioner.
Compared to the mentally unstable Kure Raian who was like a beast, Akoya Seishu looked calm on the outside.
In reality, his heart was occupied by a twisted sense of justice.
Clearly, in Akoya Seishu's eyes, the mysterious person wearing a black mask in front of him was an evil that must be sanctioned.
He couldn't tolerate watching the opponent escape from the police—twice.
"Interesting."
Watching Akoya Seishu walking towards him step by step, excitement appeared in Yoru's eyes, and he also walked forward to meet him.
The distance between the two shortened constantly.
Ten meters, seven meters, five meters, three meters...
Soichiro Yagami felt that what was in front of him were no longer two humans.
But monsters in human skin.
The strongest Akoya Seishu of the police force...
And the most difficult criminal he had ever seen in his life, who knocked down more than a dozen fully armed SWAT officers within five seconds...
Which side will win?
"Justice..."
Akoya hung the riot shield on his left arm, blocking in front of him. His fan-like right hand clenched into a fist, protruding a knuckle. In an extremely standard police combat stance, he threw a steady straight punch with fierce power and breaking wind sound.
"Executing."
Bang!
This time, Yoru didn't choose to intercept the opponent's attack in advance but responded with a fist as well.
The two fists collided in the air, making a dull sound.
Just the fluctuations of the collision of power made Soichiro Yagami standing not far away feel his heart skip a beat.
"Hmm?"
Fluctuation appeared on Akoya Seishu's robot-like face for the first time.
He frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.
"Your strength can actually contend with mine. Truly an evil person who needs to be eliminated immediately."
"Don't make me laugh."
Yoru shook his head and said softly.
"I only used half my strength."
As his voice fell, his right arm had turned into the appearance of the Pitch-Black Ghost Hand.
Of course, covered by the coat and gloves formed by evil spirit power, Soichiro Yagami and Akoya Seishu didn't notice anything unusual at all.
Yoru raised his right fist and punched forward.
Akoya Seishu immediately blocked with the riot shield in his hand.
Bang!!!
The collision of the fist and the riot shield actually made a loud noise like an explosion.
Akoya Seishu felt the terrifying force that made his arm hurt even through the shield. His eyes, which had always been calm as water, finally fluctuated.
He realized his judgment was wrong.
The strength between the two wasn't equal.
Although his physique was taller than the opponent, he was completely at a disadvantage in terms of strength.
Just as Akoya Seishu wanted to move the shield away and counterattack, he heard the sound of breaking wind in his ear again.
Bang!!!
Another loud noise. Astonishing force was transmitted to his arm through the shield again.
This was just the beginning.
Bang, bang, bang...
Continuous, one loud noise after another.
Watching Yoru's right fist constantly hitting the hard riot shield, the tall Akoya Seishu could only hide behind the shield.
Even though he gritted his teeth to resist, the boots on his feet still rubbed black marks on the ground.
In the end, Akoya Seishu even used both hands to support the shield.
But his body still kept retreating backward.
"This..."
Soichiro Yagami was dumbfounded.
The strongest combat power of the police, that monster-like Akoya Seishu, was actually completely suppressed in close combat?
Listening to the continuous loud noises in his ears, looking at the riot shield that had been smashed into pits, and "Mask's" constantly swinging straight punches that were simple but carried the sound of breaking wind with each hit, Soichiro Yagami was horrified.
If this fist force hit an ordinary person...
Wouldn't it shatter the internal organs directly?
This guy...
Is he really human!?