Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 218: New Leader Fushimi Shika
The moves of Fuji Shinryu are very poetic. The breathing method is called Sakura Falling Breath Blowing, the step is called Leaping Star Chasing the Moon, and the secrets of the slashing are called Longyuezuizu and Qingfengluo. It sounds like a sword technique for women, just like China's Wing Chun... but when it is actually performed, it is a real sword skill that kills people.

At level 6 and above, swordsmanship is not just swordsmanship. Just like Chinese martial arts and inner strength, Japanese swordsmanship also pursues the unity of mind and skill, and the unity of sword and Zen.

The masters have reached the limits of their bodies and have begun to seek spiritual transcendence, trying to enter a more mysterious realm, just to become faster and stronger.

Just like at this moment, when Fushimi Shika swung his sword, his brain went blank.

He could have dodged the bullet, but he caught the trajectory of the gun and predicted the moment to shoot - he could cut the bullet, so he drew his knife, with no other reason or other thought.

It was not until he felt the sword vibrate violently and the bullet debris flew past Fushimi Ka's skin that he came to his senses and realized what he had done.

There was deathly silence in the hall.

Six heads fell to the ground, blood was gushing out of the necks of the headless bodies, and the trachea made a strange hoarse sound. One of the heads was still responsive, he blinked his eyes, looked confused, opened his mouth slightly, but could not make a sound.

Otomo Hayabusa knelt on the ground and forgot to stand up for a moment; Horie Kei suspected that he was dazzled and his mind was blank; the other believers had the same expression, all of them looked confused, only Horie Kei's mother showed surprise, she was the only one among all the people present who firmly believed in super powers.

"Come again." Fushimi Shika grinned.

He took up his stance, intending to replicate it once more, getting familiar with the feeling of chopping bullets with a knife. At that moment, he entered a state of flow, as if the nerves in his brain were boiling, cold as fire and hot as ice, and it felt quite wonderful... He wanted to experience it again.

"Crazy, crazy!"

Asano Ryo shouted until his voice broke. How calm he was just now, how terrified he was now. It was like picking up a little gecko and bringing it home, only to find out after raising it that it was Godzilla, who could eat six of his little brothers in one bite. Who wouldn't be scared?
There were only six gunmen in the hall. It was more than enough to subdue an unarmed guy. It was quite impressive. After all, this was not an American blockbuster. The other core members of the sect were all here to participate in the five-mo character ceremony. They only had a loincloth on their bodies, and the most they brought was lubricant...

How to fight this?
Asano Ryo's right hand was shaking, so he could only hold the gun handle with his left hand and hold the gun with both hands. He saw clearly just now that even if the gunman knelt down and begged for mercy and promised to hand over all his savings, he would still be beheaded without mercy.

He felt a chill run down his spine and his heart began to beat wildly at the thought of himself meeting the same fate.

"Shoot," Fushimi Shika urged, "What are you waiting for?"

Asano Ryo couldn't bear the pressure and pulled the trigger subconsciously. The muzzle roared, and Fushimi Shika swung his sword again, but it missed, and the bullet shattered the automatic door glass.

Everyone was stunned, and Asano Ryo was surprised and then happy, because it turned out that the bullet being hit by a knife was just a coincidence.

He laughed and fired three shots in a row. Every time Fushimi Shika swung his knife, it missed. The latter's action of trying to catch the bullet with the blade looked a little funny... Fushimi Shika was unhappy and chopped off the slide of Asano Ryo's pistol with a knife.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Asano Ryo reacted quickly and turned to run. There were other exits behind the white veil. Seeing this, the core members of the cult followed suit and scattered. Whoever ran slower would be responsible for the rear. Fushimi Shika was not in a hurry to chase. He reviewed the situation in his mind for a moment and figured out the reason for his failure.

One reason is that the basic skills are not solid enough and the body has not yet formed muscle memory;

The second reason is that your mind was too distracted just now, and if you try to cut the bullet deliberately, you end up missing it.

After figuring out the whole story, Fushimi Shika walked forward, swung his knife, and cut through Kei Horie's rope in two strokes. Under the latter's stunned gaze, Fushimi Shika leaned on the knife with both hands, smiled and said, "See, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Kei Horie tilted his head back. He really didn't want to cry, but his tears couldn't stop flowing and his voice became choked.

More than a month ago, the top leaders of the cult learned that he was Junko's brother, so they took him out of the container, provided him with good food and drink every day, and forced him to watch the video of Asano Ryo abusing mother and daughter... He wanted to die every day, but he didn't dare to.

If he died, what would happen to Junko? What would happen to her mother?
But if he lived like this, what could he do? He could only be humiliated and become a tool for humiliation... He was really desperate. The suffering had completely knocked him down. No matter how he struggled, he could not climb out of this swamp.

He couldn't even pray to God, because these demons in human skin were God's spokesmen.

The moment he was brought into the hall, Kei Horie was thinking, no matter who it was, he just wanted someone to stop all this - even if it was just dropping a bomb, as long as it could free them, Kei Horie would sincerely thank that person.

No matter whether he is a villain or a hero, no matter whether he is a madman or a saint, Kei Horie is willing to pay any price to repay the other party, even if it requires the price of his life.

The man in front of him looked majestic, but his face was hidden in the darkness. Only a pair of pupils reflecting the neon lights were looking down at him.

"You and I have become friends, and our combined strength is your true strength."

Fushimi Shika looked around and said in a loud voice: "There is no savior in this world, nor are there any gods or super powers. Everything must be fought for by ourselves... Since this society is so terrible, let's unite and change the world!"

Junko stopped crying. She looked up in a daze, thinking that Mr. Fushimi was really the same as he was on the phone, his tone was gentle yet firm, and far more perfect than she had imagined... She suddenly felt ashamed of herself, her heart filled with gratitude and longing.

Otomo Hayabusa didn't know what Fushimi Shika had experienced. In just over ten minutes, Fushimi Shika seemed like a different person, making Otomo Hayabusa feel particularly unfamiliar... but he didn't hate him, he just lacked someone to guide him.

Only Horie Kei's mother was a bit of a spoiler. She fell to her knees, kowtowed repeatedly, and shouted loudly: "A miracle has happened! This must be the blessing of the true God! Lord Shiva has chosen a new spokesperson!"

Kei Horie was furious and told his mother to shut up. He would not allow his mother to insult his benefactor like this.

But the mother still insisted that the masters of the true enlightenment must be too corrupt and indulged in lust. They used the power of the true god to bring disaster to the world and angered the true god Shiva, so he sent Fushimi Deer to clean up the mess - all this was the guidance of fate! Everything was the will of Lord Shiva!
"He is the future new leader!" Shirakawa Miki raised her arms and shouted: "Long live! Long live!!"

(End of this chapter)