I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 768 The Land of Sin
"terribly sorry!"

"Director, the experiment has failed."

Facing the scientists bowing in shame, Director Zhu Ya waved her hand.

“You have done your best.”

This is the island nation's 'Space Strategy Information Department,' originally intended to serve future 'space warfare';

Now let them try to peer from high above at the "elephant-headed god" Ganesha, through satellites, space stations, and the "hyperspace fortress" under construction, at the "scriptures" that cover the entire sky above New Delhi.

I believe that not only island nations, but other countries are doing the same thing.

The result was failure.

For this,

Director Zhu Ya was not surprised, and did not even care.

How can the things of God be so easily peered into? Besides—

The island nation already has many kinds of 'traditions', and some can even reach the Ghost level, so they don't care much about extraordinary inheritances.

Moreover, the government's recent focus is on mobile suits: humanoid war machines commonly known as 'Gundam'. With the most basic 'Zaku' model entering production, super scientists are attempting to produce even more powerful models.

If we could create a Demon-class Gundam, it would be a giant leap for human civilization!

Unfortunately, things like 'Gundam' are built on extraordinary materials and extraordinary skills, so how easy is it to break through them?
In short, the island nation is simply keeping an eye on the situation in Bharat without taking any major action; as for other countries, well, they don't care.

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in case,

Which country used to have the highest crime rate?
Venezuela, which once had the highest overall score, Colombia, with its numerous plantations, and Honduras, with the highest murder rate, are all strong contenders.

But if you were to ask which country is currently the most chaotic, without a doubt it would be Mexico!

The reason for this is simply that it is too far from heaven.

Too close to America.

This place used to be a major transportation route for smuggling drugs into America. Not long ago, eggs were smuggled here, and now even more expensive 'extraordinary crystals' are being smuggled here.

Regardless of whether this crystal is a gift from the 'Lord', even if I'm going to die tomorrow, I must at least find a way to survive today!

For the people living here, the threat from gods and demons is nothing compared to the trouble caused by their neighbors' guns.

It's all the same, death is inevitable, what's the difference?
Mexico,
Zelaya, Guanajuato State.

This city is known as the most dangerous city in the world;
How dangerous is it? One statistic will tell you: more than four hundred police officers are killed every year!
Mayoral candidates being murdered in the street, police chiefs dying in their homes—these are commonplace. If this was the case before the supernatural's arrival, it will be even more so after its resurgence:

boom!
boom! !

Da da da da——

The smoke from the explosions continued to rise, and the sound of bullets firing, like popping beans, never stopped.

It felt like being in a war zone, but for the people living in this city, they simply glanced calmly in the direction from which the commotion came, and then continued with their lives as usual.

City Police Department!

It is clear that local armed gangs are attacking the police station, a representative of government law enforcement.

This isn't the first or second time this has happened, but this time the scale is particularly impressive.

But what does that matter?
No matter who comes to power, ordinary people should live their lives as usual.

Even armed gangs need to eat, drink, and have people serve them.

Given this, what difference does it make to most Mexicans whether they work for the government or for a gang?
Or rather, many of the "residents" here were originally peripheral members of the gang, or worked for the gang; to them, drugs were as normal as "cigarettes" in other countries, a necessity of life: take a puff when relaxing, take a puff when working, take a puff when charging into battle.
boom---!!!
A loud explosion came from the police station, sending a jolt through the entire city.

The explosion was so powerful that windows in the surrounding buildings shattered, and pedestrians several blocks away were thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

Did they blow up an armory?

It seems the Goya Brotherhood has completely broken with the government.

The city's residents, all well-informed locals, had already vaguely heard about it:
The Goya Brotherhood made a fortune smuggling 'extraordinary crystals' across the border, and this 'triumphant return' is to expand their influence and lead everyone to 'make a fortune' together.

To ordinary people, this is naturally a good thing, but to the government, these people who sell 'holy crystals' privately are absolutely prohibited: not to mention whether such behavior will attract attacks from the four 'Angel Kings' churches, the ever-expanding gang forces alone are a huge threat.

Therefore, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides at the police station!
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The sounds of gunfire gradually subsided and eventually disappeared.

"Cough cough,"

In the police station, which had been half-destroyed by the bomb, the city's sheriff, holding a high-explosive anti-tank round, coughed shrilly while covering his mouth.

His power armor had been violently torn open; a large dent had formed in his chest.

The blood flowing from between his fingers proved that he was seriously injured!

But in the end, he was the one who stood firm:
Among the mangled corpses scattered on the ground, a tall man in military uniform stood out the most.

The man was wearing classic military trousers and boots, and his vest was ripped open, revealing muscles that looked like serpentine coils. But in the chest area, a horrifying charred hole pierced through his chest and back, taking the life of this hideous man.

Armor-piercing projectiles can penetrate even the armor of heavy tanks head-on; trying to withstand them with bare hands is clearly beyond the capabilities of low-level extraordinary beings.

Even if this burly man in military uniform is a superhuman through the 'warrior' pathway, it still won't work!
"Surrender, Lunri!"

While covering his bleeding mouth, the police chief, whose eyes kept sweeping across the ruins, shouted loudly.

“Your brother Goya is dead, and he deserved it—”

brush,

He suddenly turned to the side, dodging a card that came whistling through the air;
The bureau chief immediately raised the armor-piercing rounds in his hand and pulled the trigger in the direction from which the playing cards were flying.

boom! !

The armor-piercing projectile arrived in an instant, its metallic jet piercing straight through the wall;

No matter who is hiding behind, it is difficult to withstand the metal jet that is ejected outward at a speed of 9000 meters per second under the 'Monroe effect'.

Even if this jet can only last for a brief moment,

But in that instant, it was also an attack at the level of a powerful wolf!

However, behind the wall that had been pierced, there were neither screams nor mutilated corpses falling out: the opponent had already changed positions the moment the card was thrown.

"In the name of the Lord, the good will surely prevail!"

"Because they stand in the light—" the chief shouted.
The light shines into the shadows, and the shadows are afraid of the light.

"Good guy?"

A voice filled with hatred came from the other side of the police station ruins.

"My brother raised me with great difficulty, led the street kids to get rich, and even gave me 'extraordinary abilities' as a birthday present—"

"Aren't the people there good anymore?!"

Faced with the stern questioning of the hiding man, the police chief had no intention of answering at all.

That's how people in this country are: in their eyes, anyone who teaches them to shoot, leads them in smuggling, and enables them to have a better life is a 'good person'.

He held a multi-shot armor-piercing round that resembled a giant revolver, aiming it in the direction from which the question came.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

This time, the director fired all the remaining armor-piercing rounds in one go.

boom! boom! ! boom! ! !

Amidst the flames of the explosion, the bureau chief's pupils contracted.

Because of the light, he saw a dark shadow descending from the sky through the scope of his weapon.

Above?

Thump,

The next second, two figures rolled down in the ruins.

"what!!"

The police chief let out a scream as the other man viciously bit his neck.

"Shit! Let go, let go—"

The fist, encased in power armor, slammed into the opponent's body, causing lacerations, fractures, and internal injuries with a single punch!
Two figures rolled, kicked, and tore at each other in the dust like wild beasts.

In terms of ability, the bureau chief is stronger than this skinny man.

But he had already fought fiercely with 'Goya' and only barely won because of his superior equipment; now, with the opponent's younger brother holding his neck tightly, he couldn't break free for a while.

With his carotid artery torn open by teeth, the bureau chief eventually lost the strength to resist.

“Hoo~Hoo~~”

The skinny man, battered and bruised from the fight, eventually rolled to the side.

"Brother, brother, I've avenged him!"

The man, his face and mouth covered in blood, murmured unconsciously. His ribs, broken by a heavy punch, and his bleeding internal organs left him only to wait for death in agony.

In the end, he was just a low-level 'clown'; if his brother hadn't seriously injured the bureau chief first, he wouldn't have even had a chance to fight to the death.

"When we get to hell..."

The Goya Brotherhood will reunite there!
Snap, snap, snap,

“Very good fighting spirit,”

Just as the thin man was waiting to die, a round of applause and praise rang out.

"I have witnessed your will; I also admire your actions."

On his deathbed, a tall figure came into the thin man's view. It was a big man wearing a large leather coat and baggy leather pants, but with his upper body bare. Although he was abnormally obese, the muscle contours under the fat proved that he was by no means someone who neglected exercise.

I saw resentment in your eyes:

The obese man looked down at the man on the ground and grinned wickedly.

"Join my ranks, and you can unleash your deepest desires: slaughter, gluttony, greed, lust—"

Even if it's a challenge to my authority, I'll allow it!

The obese man spread his arms wide, exuding an air of dominance.

"If you agree, just blink!"

elder brother,

My gaze swept to the other side,
The thin man in military uniform with a large hole in his chest finally blinked.

Forgive me, brother! And forgive me, my younger brother, and the families of my friends.
They need someone to take care of them.

"very good,"

The obese man's thumbnail traced across his index finger.

A drop of dark blood dripped from his index finger and fell into the thin man's chest.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

An indescribable, excruciating pain suddenly surged into his brain, causing the already dying, frail man to violently struggle! As the drop of black blood seeped into his body, the man's screams became increasingly heart-wrenching.

Yet it was precisely this drop of black blood that repaired his severely injured body—

Soon, the skinny man stopped screaming;

He even got up from the ground.

"BOSS!"

He bowed respectfully to the fat man in the leather jacket; if the man could raise his hand to save him, he could easily kill him.

"I'm going to make a big scene in this world."

The obese man in the leather jacket bluntly stated:

"Follow!"

After saying that, he turned and strode away.

The thin man immediately followed closely behind, regardless of what lay ahead; at least:

He lived another day.

(End of this chapter)