"...You're really quite bold," Hayato said, feeling rather helpless.
Not worth it for Miyajima, but worth it for you?
"That's right, after all, we've just become bosom friends," Hayato chuckled.
Moreover...
She knew Snake Mound George's character.
Precisely because she knew, she strongly approved of Hayato's actions.
The only regret was,
She herself lacked the ability, causing this young man to have blood on his hands.
"I was also involved in this matter. If I'm convicted, would I be considered an accomplice?" Hayato asked playfully, blinking her eyes.
"I'll say you incited me. I'm still a minor, so I can receive a lighter sentence," Hayato said.
"Hey, you!" Hayato was speechless.
Is he burning the bridge after crossing it?
However, Hayato thought that given Serpent Mound's reputation, if no clues were found, the police probably wouldn't specifically investigate his cause of death.
...
"I, I have a clue..."
From within the pile of corpses,
A faint voice emerged.
It was one of Snake Mound George's subordinates.
Although he seemed ordinary, his ancestors had once been prominent... his family was a famous ninja grand commander under a certain daimyo during the Warring States period. Although the inheritance has lost its ninja techniques and escape arts, he still possessed a bit of martial arts, a life-saving 'Turtle Breath Technique.'
To put it simply, it allowed him to hold his breath for a long time.
The only use of this technique was to allow him to show off when his lung capacity was measured as a child; besides that, it was useless.
He truly hadn't expected it to become a life-saving method today.
Congratulations, congratulations.
He had been feigning death for a long time.
Finally, he heard Hayato's retreating footsteps, and then heard the "V5V5" alarm sounding... The subordinate was immediately overjoyed.
Ha, it's the police!
The subordinate usually detested the police the most. After all, those in their line of work were naturally at odds with the cops, but now he saw a savior.
Facing such a hellish scene, he might as well go to jail.
So he struggled with all his might to get up.
Then he stumbled towards the source of the sound.
Although he wasn't dead, he had many injuries, and being able to move was already his limit.
His voice was also extremely weak.
However, perseverance paid off, and a man finally appeared in his line of sight. He was dressed in black, in a neat suit, and wore sunglasses. He looked very young and somewhat handsome.
It was just that what he was doing was not very presentable... he was pulling out Lin Junjie from his crotch.
"Oh, damn it," the young policeman was startled.
He turned his head to look and then noticed the weak man in the distance.
The man was extremely disheveled, with blood on his yellow hair, and his vest was tattered, revealing tattoos that gleamed with blood.
Upon seeing the man, the young policeman's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, narrowed.
He looked further away and saw a shocking scene.
Many people seemed to have fallen under the bridge arch there.
He immediately suppressed his urge to urinate, sheathed his long sword, and jogged over to investigate.
The man was overjoyed; he was saved!
The young policeman, however, bypassed him.
He ran directly to the "people" lying on the ground and examined them one by one.
"Dead..."
The young policeman was so shocked he was speechless. After a long pause, he said again: "...Dead, dead, dead... They're all dead... There must be over thirty people dead? This, this is truly a living hell, a Tokyo slaughterhouse! Hmm... what is this?"
The young policeman looked at the face of one of the individuals.
He tilted his head.
"P-Police officer..." The man also walked back, trying to ask for help.
The young policeman turned his head:
"What happened? Do you know who did this?"
"I know, I know," the man nodded repeatedly. "It's Hayato! It's Hayato! Officer, please save me, that Mr. Hayashi is a demon..."
"Don't worry," the young policeman gently reassured him. "Our duty as detectives is to protect ordinary citizens, so don't worry."
From the policeman's upturned thin lips, the man felt an endless sense of security.
A warm feeling that there was still true compassion in the world welled up.
Then, the next moment, everything went dark.
The first thing he saw was a dark, hollow gun barrel.
Then, everything went black before his eyes.
With a "thud," it was the sound of a suppressor.
The bullet entered the man's forehead, and he fell straight down.
At the moment of his death, his face showed unwillingness and horror...
Why?
Didn't he say that the duty of a detective was to protect ordinary citizens?
The young policeman holstered his gun, then didn't even look at the dead man.
He took out his phone, roughly scanned the face of a certain yellow-haired individual he was stepping on, then nodded thoughtfully: "Hmph, he doesn't look like a good person, and I didn't expect him to truly not be a good person... Is this Snake Mound George?"
The police department's archives indeed contained the face of this yellow-haired individual, which meant he had committed crimes before and had been registered....
However, the young policeman flipped through the records.
Although there were many cases, it seemed none of them had resulted in a sentence... In fact, very few had even been closed.
The young policeman closed the police department's internal network interface and then brought up his notepad.
He thought while walking towards the riverbed.
He controlled his 'bird' with one hand, the water flowing tirelessly, and operated his device with the other, the keyboard clattering non-stop.
He encountered Snake Mound George's criminal gang, who, upon hearing the siren, attacked him like startled birds. Fortunately, he was more skilled and shot them dead... No, those guys didn't die from gunshots, it was him wielding two watermelon knives, hacking from the bridge arch to the riverbank, and then from the riverbank back to the bridge arch... Surrounded by over thirty people, he didn't even dare to blink, and relying on his usual rigorous training, he finally crushed this gang in Shikenjaya.
Saying that, he shivered.
He put his 'bird' back in its cage and walked towards the police car parked on the riverbank.
He opened the trunk and pulled out two watermelon knives from within.
As a wealthy person from America who could afford to eat watermelon in the summer, it was indeed reasonable to have two watermelon knives in his car.
That's right, the report will be written according to this outline.
The young policeman looked down at the pile of criminal gang members, then smirked.
See? The duty of a detective is to protect citizens.
He had perfectly completed this mission today. If he hadn't desperately eliminated this gang, who knows how many more ordinary people they would have harmed.
How amazing I am! The detective pulled out a Marlboro cigarette, lit one, and took two drags.
Then he looked at the man who had ultimately died from a handgun.
He dashed down, grabbed his leg, and threw him back into the pile of corpses. It's better for a family to be together, after all.
By the way.
The young policeman looked at the bridge arch. Was this place somewhat familiar?
It seemed that Nigel before was also...
It seems this is my blessed land. I should come here more often...
As for, " Hayato "?
Who the hell is Hayato?
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