I'm starting a mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 3 You are here to die

At 12:00 noon, Kyogoku Makoto sat in the booth of the Cat's Eye Café on time. This café was opened by his wife and sisters. Although he did not have a high status in the family, this was his territory, so he decided to meet here. After all, this place was located in a busy commercial street, and given the other party's character, he would definitely not kill someone in public.

"Brother-in-law, even if it's you, you still have to pay for booking the whole place."

The youngest of the four Hosokawa sisters, Hosokawa Yuki, brought a cup of latte to her brother-in-law Kyogoku Makoto. The income from this small shop was related to her pocket money. She was really afraid that her eldest sister would waive the private placement fee for her brother-in-law, and then her small treasury would go bankrupt.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law will definitely not let your small treasury lose money."

Kyogoku Makoto was not very generous to his sisters-in-law, but he was never stingy and would always give them plenty of pocket money and small gifts.

After all, it is said that half of the sister-in-law's butt belongs to her brother-in-law. He has three sisters-in-law, so that's one and a half.

"Inspector Kyogoku is so lucky."

This sentence is not a sarcasm, but a sincere one, because Yamada Kiyomi's happiness is no longer there.

The sudden appearance of Yamada Ghost really scared him, but Kyogoku was not panicked. The other party's willingness to come proved that the first step of the cooperation between the two parties had been completed.

Next, it depends on whether your chips can impress the other party.

After taking a sip of coffee and calming himself down, Kyogoku Makoto said with sadness, "Yamada-kun, this country is sick."

If you are sick, go find a doctor. Why are you looking for my cows and horses?
Mogui, who was watching Yamada Kiyomi, complained about this sentence. Anyone who believes what comes out of a politician's mouth is an idiot.

Yamada Guiya was also speechless. I am not a 17 or 18-year-old child. You are really taking me for a fool by using this sentence.

"Your leverage."

The words were cold, directly tearing through the mask of Kyogoku Makoto who was crying for the country.

Very direct. It seems that the opponent doesn't buy it. Then I'll change my tactics and try to take advantage of my money.

"The Kyogoku family can provide you with information on all drug traffickers in Japan, and at the same time, we can clean up the mess for you. No one will find out that you killed them. I was the one who spread the intelligence yesterday, and it was my people who disposed of the battle traces and bodies."

"Besides, the Kyogoku family can invite the best psychologists and psychiatrists in the world to treat your son."

"Mr. Yamada must also want his son to return to normal."

Yamada Oni did not give an immediate answer. After praying to the goddess last night, the goddess responded with only one sentence.

"Destiny is made by your own hands."

This was a pretentious answer given by Mogui in order to sleep, but to Yamada Kiyomi's ears it meant that God didn't care.

God really doesn't care. He only cares about the bad lunch in the school cafeteria and is on his way to complain to Yakumo Yuzu.

Yamada Kiyomi didn't care about Kyogoku Makoto's other conditions, but he was very excited about the condition of treating his son.

But there are no gifts without reason in this world. Even the power bestowed by God requires a return, and his only bargaining chip is this power that transcends the world. Apart from that, he has no bargaining chips at all. It feels terrible to try to get the skin of a tiger.

Just as Yamada Kiyomi was hesitating, a blond and blue-eyed couple broke into the cafe.

Hosokawa Hana quickly went up to explain in English, "We are very sorry, we are not receiving guests today, please go somewhere else." The two foreigners looked at each other, and the tall man blocked Hosokawa Yuki, took out an ID, and said in standard Tokyo-spoken Japanese, "We are staff from the American Embassy, ​​and we are here to see Mr. Yamada Kiyomi, a citizen of our country."

When did I immigrate? How come I didn’t know?
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Yamada, we have processed immigration procedures for you and your son without your permission."

Don't hit a smiling person. The woman came to him and bowed 90 degrees. The huge snow-white peak made Yamada Gui hold back his questions. He was not a lustful person, but he wanted to see what the people from the American Embassy could say.

"What do you want from me?"

Yamada Kiyomi's question made the CIA intelligence analyst who was monitoring this place through a micro camera very happy. In negotiations, they are not afraid of you making conditions, but they are afraid of you not speaking.

"We would like to invite Mr. Yamada to join our supernatural power combat team and contribute to world peace."

"Humph, when did the embassy have such a combat team and contribute to the world? Do you think America is the world?"

Kyogoku Makoto directly sabotaged the plan, saying that the duck was almost cooked and it was simply a dream to want to take it away from him now!

Emma sat next to Kyogoku Makoto and presented their conditions to Yamada Kiyomi.

"The embassy doesn't have it, but our CIA does. It was established just two hours ago. Once Mr. Yamada joins, he will be promoted to the rank of major and serve as the leader of the operations team. His monthly salary will be $100,000, and his field allowance will be $10,000 per hour."

"The CIA has invited the world's best psychology professors and neurological experts to come to Japan. They will provide the best treatment for Mr. Yamada. Whether Mr. Yamada is willing to join us or not, we will provide treatment for Mr. Yamada until he is cured. All expenses will be borne by the CIA."

"Also, Mr. Kyogoku Makoto, I want to remind you that if you don't want to be a guest at the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, you'd better keep quiet."

Don’t talk. Do you want me to take the person away from you? What the hell do you want?

As long as Yamada Guiya cooperates with me, do you dare to touch me? You have to come and beg me!

Emma and her superiors felt that the matter was settled, and no one in the world could offer more generous conditions than theirs. Fortunately, the undercover agent who infiltrated the Gulf Group last night was wearing a hidden recorder. He was uncovered this morning and made them realize that there are people in the world who can travel through the barrage of bullets and punch through car doors.

Moreover, he also has the superpower of merging with the shadows. He is simply a natural born killer. How can such a person with superpowers not be an American? If not, he can only be a corpse.

Yamada Kiyomiya raised his eyebrows and looked at Kyogoku Makoto, your money ability has been defeated.

But Kyogoku was not panicked at all. The CIA was very powerful, but they had a fatal flaw that destined Yamada Oni not to cooperate with them.

"Mr. Yamada, the CIA is a partner of all the major drug trafficking groups in the world. They provide drug trafficking channels and weapons, and teach them how to grow and produce drugs..."

Before Kyogoku Makoto could finish his words, he was interrupted by a violent murderous intent. The murderous intent was so fierce that everyone in the cafe was trembling instinctively. Their bodies even showed symptoms of incontinence. This was the instinct of the body being shrouded in fear, regardless of whether they wanted to or not.

Yamada Kiyomi finished his coffee in one breath. He took out the Dagger of Pain from the shadows and handed a business card to the trembling Kyogoku Shin.

"Mr. Kyogoku, I agree to your terms. Now let's start cleaning up."

In just a moment, two elite CIA officers turned into a pile of human organs.

This was just the beginning. He didn't know where the CIA's base in Japan was, but the American Embassy was easy to find.

(End of this chapter)