Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 340 The Devil's Messenger

Chapter 340 The Devil's Messenger

"enough!"

Asahara Shoko slammed the table suddenly. He looked quite powerful when he roared. His small eyes embedded in his flesh reflected a cold light, which made him look particularly terrifying when looking into their eyes.

"I didn't call you here to listen to your flattery!"

He slammed the table, ordered his subordinates to come up with a solution, and asked who was responsible for connecting with investors. He had not received any news about this before!
The backbone members who usually show off their power have become quails, shrinking their heads and saying nothing.

Asahara Shoko simply called out names. He leaned his arm on the table and turned sideways to ask the 'Foreign Minister' on his right - yes, he divided the sect into government departments and gave official positions to each backbone.

"This...financial matter should be handled by the Minister of Finance."

"I am only responsible for collecting money and disbursing funds. The home secretary should be responsible for connecting with investors."

"What a joke! I'm already too busy handling internal affairs every day. This kind of thing should be handed over to the Secretary-General!"

Everyone was blaming each other, and Asahara Shoko's face became increasingly gloomy. He had already made up his mind to kill anyone who didn't do his job.

However, the backbone members talked to each other, and from what they said, it seemed that the leader himself should be responsible for this matter.

Asahara Shoko could no longer tolerate this and decided to kill anyone he disliked.

At this time, Yuan Yuzi suddenly raised her hand, indicating that she would be the one to judge justice. As an outsider, she could point out the problem fairly and objectively!
Fujiwara Yu was startled, and quickly tugged at her sleeve, but she remained unmoved, still raising her hand with an expression that said 'I have an opinion'.

Asahara Shoko became interested, thinking that she was indeed the daughter of the Kujo family, very courageous and insightful: "Okay, then tell me, whose fault is this..."

"Of course it's your problem!"

Yuan Yuzi said loudly: "I listened around and everyone is working, only you have been doing nothing! Moreover, the doctrine you originally established is not in line with social morality and violates Japanese law. As the leader of Aum Shinrikyo, you should bear the primary responsibility for the development of Aum Shinrikyo to what it is now!"

That’s right, she just can’t stand those slackers!

No matter if it is an irresponsible criminal police or a willful leader who does whatever he wants, they are all the same parasites in her eyes!
Fujiwara Yoshi's face turned pale with fear. On his way here, he heard Asahara Shoko's order to "kill without mercy", and he realized that the cult in front of them were all evil criminals who would kill without blinking an eye.

Even though he is the only son of the Fujiwara family and will become an immortal in the future, he is still just a mortal now, so it is better for him to keep a low profile...

Asahara Shoko obviously did not expect that Minamoto Tamako would say such a thing in public. He looked around and found that all the backbones were silent and no one refuted Minamoto Tamako. His face suddenly turned purple and he said "OK, OK, OK" three times!
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist. The gold exterior looked heavy. The backbone sitting on his right widened his eyes and was about to beg for mercy, but he pulled the trigger without saying a word. The kinetic energy of the bullet blew off his skull, and brains splattered all over the table.

Before the smoke from the gunshot had cleared, Asahara Shoko stood up, and the diehard believers who were sitting in the lower row of the church also stood up. All of them had guns on their shoulders, and they stared at the people around the long table without saying a word.

"Good kill!"

One of the key members applauded: "This guy deserves to die!"

The remaining key members applauded, listed the crimes of the deceased, and attributed all the reasons for investors' withdrawal of investment to the dead Foreign Secretary.

Asahara Shoko nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Minamoto Tamako who was clenching her fists. He was about to say something when there was a loud bang and the door of the auditorium was suddenly kicked open.

The visitor whistled, and Doghead looked around: "It's quite lively."

The lobby was eerily quiet for two seconds. One of the key members was the first to react and said that this guy might be the "ghost" responsible for catching people.

Asahara Shoko's mouth twitched, and he suddenly slapped the table and laughed. The core members of the sect also laughed, and everyone laughed so hard that they fell backwards, and even the believers below grinned.

Everyone laughed for two or three minutes. Asahara Shoko wiped his tears with his thumb and asked in a tone of teasing a child who sent the dog-headed man.

If he tells the truth, the leader can forgive his disrespect.

The dog-headed man scratched his neck, it seemed that the hood was a bit tight. He looked at Yuan Yuzi beside the long table, paused for a second, and then asked: "Aren't you going to run?"

Hearing this, Asahara Shoko grinned again.

He was just about to make a sarcastic remark when he saw the dog-headed man suddenly pull out the safety of the grenade, throw it forward lightly, and then jump out of the auditorium. His movements were very smooth.

Under the gaze of everyone, the grenade drew a parabola in the air and finally landed on the aisle in the center of the auditorium, rolling several times.

"Lie down!"

One of the believers rushed forward and pressed the grenade with his body.

The next second, there was a loud bang, and the believer was lifted half a meter into the air. The floor shook violently, and a blood mist spread out. After staying in the air for half a second, the body fell heavily to the ground.

Asahara Shoko was furious and immediately ordered his followers to arrest the man, regardless of life or death.

Gen Tamako and Fujiwara Hō had already shrunk under the table, and the latter whispered, "That guy looks like Fushimi-kun... His voice is exactly the same, and he's wearing the same windbreaker, right?"

"Be careful, don't be fooled!" Yuan Yuzi looked like an experienced person. She hugged her knees with both hands and said confidently, "I have encountered someone pretending to be Fushimi before... Based on my understanding of him, this must be fake too!"

"Ah? How did you know that?" Fujiwara Yoshi asked.

"Fushimi-kun is a righteous partner like me. He would never kill someone so rashly!" Yuan Yuzi's face was solemn, and she changed the subject: "However, this is an emergency situation. The criminal police have the right to enforce the law and kill illegal armed elements..."

"Now is not the time to worry about this, right?" Fujiwara Yu's mind finally came to a point: "How should we leave here? Judging from the attitude of Asahara, it seems that he is not going to let us go easily..."

Before he finished speaking, a shadow loomed over him.

They both turned around at the same time, only to see Asahara Shoko standing by the table, leaning over and staring at the two of them. His face was still angry, but he managed a false smile: "You two are the son and daughter of the Metropolitan Police Department. How could I stop you from leaving?"

As he spoke, he personally helped the two of them up, and even brushed off the non-existent dust on Fujiwara Yoshi, indicating that they only needed to go through a small procedure and could leave at any time.

Fujiwara no Takashi was overjoyed. He felt that he was standing up again. Even the leader had to pat him down personally. This showed that the influence of the Fujiwara family was enough to deter the villains.

"What procedures?" he asked casually. "The sooner I can get it done, the sooner I can get it over with. I still want to go to Thailand and Cambodia for a few weeks..."

The tour guide had already been booked online, and the other party claimed that he had arranged "emperor-level" service for him. He ran away from home just to see some ladyboys dancing, but unfortunately his trip was disrupted by the Aum Shinrikyo cult.

Asahara Shoko clapped his hands, and the believers carried a man and a woman in from the back door of the auditorium and forced them to kneel at the end of the long table in the auditorium.

Fujiwara Yoshi turned around and found that the two men were wearing earplugs, masks, and their mouths were blocked. He felt that the man looked familiar, but he didn't recognize who he was. He was confused and didn't know what was going on.

Yuan Yuzi recognized that the woman was actually Shirakawa Miki. She was also puzzled. Wasn't Aunt Shirakawa a fanatical believer of Aum Shinrikyo? What was she trying to do?
Asahara Shoko walked closer, took the holy water handed to him by a believer, dipped his hand in it, and sprinkled it on Miki Shirakawa and another man.

The two were at a loss, they could neither see nor hear anything, so they could only look up blankly and make a humming sound.

"Namo the Venerable Master Vajra Seat..."

"Only the heretics are left to turn into white bones..."

"Purify the turbid and evil world of the Dharma Ending Age..."

"All sentient beings in the six realms will be saved..."

Asahara Shoko muttered something, as if he was praying. The curtains on both sides of the auditorium were pulled open, revealing a strange Buddha statue, painted gray, with three eyes, four faces, four arms, and a black snake wrapped around its neck.

All believers, including Asahara Shoko, knelt down respectfully, raised their hands high, and shouted the name of the fundamental god of all things.

Fujiwara Yu felt that this scene was particularly bizarre. He had little education and could not understand it, so he turned his head and asked Gen Tamako in a low voice what she thought. The latter looked serious and analyzed it carefully, thinking that this was a worship ceremony, and maybe after worshipping it, it would be considered as joining the religion.

Fujiwara Yoshi believed it and planned to pretend to worship him. He thought that the cult was so easy to fool and their brains were not as smart as his.

However, after everyone finished worshipping the gods and reading the eulogy, they did not invite Fujiwara Takashi to join the ceremony. Instead, they set up a camera and pointed it at Fujiwara Takashi, Minamoto Tamako, and Shirakawa Miki who was kneeling on the ground.

What do you mean?
Fujiwara Yu thought, is there going to be another YP session next? I heard that some sects have group sex with believers during the ceremony. He doesn't mind sacrificing his body, but he feels that with so many people at the scene and Gen Yuzi watching, he can't let go...

"Offer slaughter and death to the Supreme God of Destruction, and you can leave."

After Asahara Shoko finished speaking, the believers took out various torture instruments and placed them on the long table. A strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of rust wafted through the air.

"Eh?" Fujiwara Yu was stunned.

"Do you remember him?" Asahara Shoko pointed at the man kneeling on the ground and said, "When you were in high school, he was the senior who stole the girl you had a crush on..."

Fujiwara Yu had a look of astonishment, thinking how did he know? He had never mentioned his secret crush to anyone! And is secret crush considered stealing? He was not a fool, at least he could tell what "stealing" meant.

"Now, vent your anger on your enemies!" Asahara Shoko stuffed a dagger into his hand.

"no……"

Fujiwara Yoshi looked down at the knife in his hand. It was covered in rust and was so blunt that he would definitely get tetanus if he stabbed him. "I don't have any deep hatred against this guy. Can you arrest him more accurately? I hate Cabinet Minister Suzuki. He often criticizes me to my face... Why don't you arrest him?"

Asahara Shoko did not reply. Children from wealthy families are troublesome. They have had everything going for them since childhood. They will take revenge on the spot and have their parents to back them up. If they really meet someone they cannot afford to offend, the church naturally cannot afford to offend either... Asahara Shoko pushed him impatiently and said that they could only leave after completing the sacrifice ceremony.

"Aren't you asking me to kill someone?" Fujiwara Takashi's reflex arc reached its end.

"It's a sacrifice to the Supreme God," Asahara said. "Isn't that murder?"

"It's a sacrifice."

"Doesn't sacrifice require killing?"

"Do you really want to leave?" Asahara Shoko asked back, "Or do you think the Supreme God is not worthy of respect? After coming to His kingdom, do you plan to leave without offering any sacrifices?"

Fujiwara Yoshi was in a dilemma for a moment. He secretly glanced at Gen Tamako, who was staring at Shirakawa Miki in a daze, and no one knew what she was thinking. It was obvious that she could not be relied on.

He hesitated for a long time and didn't take any action.

Asahara Shoko did not urge him. He sat back at the end of the long table, calm and composed, looking as if he was enjoying a good show.

Fujiwara Yu racked his brains, turned on his brain power to the maximum, and finally came up with a solution that was not a solution: "Hey, it seems that the believers who went out just now haven't come back... How about waiting for them to come back and start again?"

Asahara Shoko knew that he was trying to change the subject, but he did not expose him. Instead, he sent two more believers out to see what was going on.

Fujiwara continued to dawdle. After three or five minutes, he used the same trick again: "Oh, he still hasn't come back..."

Asahara Shoko sensed something was wrong. He frowned and asked a core member of the cult to lead a team personally, keeping in touch with the intercom throughout the process, to see what those people were hesitating about.

The core members of the sect were eager to find an opportunity to make merit, so they called out the names of a dozen people and left in high spirits.

Ten minutes later, a rustling voice came from the intercom:

"That... Master... something seems to be a little off..."

"There are corpses everywhere outside... all of them are the people we sent out..."

"Wait... there seems to be a figure over there..."

……

A burst of chaotic gunfire was heard, followed by a shrill scream and someone gasping for breath. It should be a core member of the cult who was running away with a walkie-talkie, and he stammered to call for reinforcements.

Asahara Shoko asked what happened, but before the other party could answer, there was a muffled "puff" sound, and all sounds stopped abruptly.

The auditorium was eerily quiet for a moment.

Suddenly, the sound of dripping water was heard on the intercom.

It was getting closer and clearer, gradually overlapping with the sound of water outside the door.

Everyone looked up and saw a pool of scarlet blood flowing under the vermilion door. The familiar figure came back again, with many blood stains on his windbreaker and the hair on his hood soaked in blood.

This time there was no need for Asahara Shoko to give orders; all the believers raised their guns at the same time.

The next moment, there was a power outage, and the chandelier in the auditorium suddenly went out, plunging everyone's vision into darkness.

The believers aimed at the door and pulled the trigger according to the position they remembered. Bullets poured out wildly, gunfire illuminated the floor, and deafening gunshots continued to echo. Fujiwara Yoshio and Minamoto Tamako covered their ears together, feeling as if their hearts were about to jump out of their chests.

This is a hot weapon, with a caliber that bursts with thunder, enough to shatter rocks, and the power of God pales in comparison to fire and iron.

After several rounds of shooting, the ground was covered with bullet shells.

Asahara Shoko ordered a ceasefire, the gunfire stopped abruptly, and the broken gate collapsed. The believers turned on their flashlights and shone them towards the gate, only to see the corpses of believers all over the corridor outside the gate, but there was no sign of the dog-headed man.

——Puchi!
The flashlight flickered and suddenly went out. The auditorium fell into darkness again, and everyone heard a muffled sound, like the sound of a ball of meat falling to the ground.

"Turn on the lights!" Asahara Shoko yelled, "Everyone turn on your flashlights!"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen beams of light lit up at the same time, followed by flashes of knife light, and the lights went out almost in the blink of an eye. In the swaying light, blood sprayed everywhere, the statue became more and more bizarre, the believers screamed in fear, fired randomly, and bullets accidentally injured their companions, it was a complete scene of Shura purgatory.

In the chaos, Miki Shirakawa took off her blindfold and earplugs. After seeing the scene in front of her, she was stunned and subconsciously took over the command, asking the believers to quickly leave the auditorium and go to a place with light outside.

She had been told to participate in a purification ceremony to cleanse her sins, and felt that her service to the church was finally rewarded. Because she was blocked from hearing, she did not hear the leader Asahara's request for a sacrifice.

At the moment, Miki Shirakawa thought that the church was suppressed again. In order to prevent the headquarters from repeating the mistakes of the branch, she hurriedly shouted to protect the leader and dragged the dazed Asahara Shoko away.

Someone took the lead and restored order, and the scene gradually stabilized. Miki Shirakawa asked all the believers to form a human wall around the back door, giving priority to protecting the leader before he left.

The core members of the cult rushed to escape. As they fled, they could hear the dull sound of swords beheading people behind them. The dead did not even have a chance to scream, and the oppressive feeling was particularly suffocating.

Fujiwara Yoshi originally planned to escape with the cult. In his opinion, the dog-headed man was more terrifying than the cult.

At the critical moment, Yuan Yuzi grabbed him and signaled him to run in the opposite direction, saying that it would be best to go out through the main door.

Fujiwara Yoshi didn't have time to think, he just followed someone's directions. The main point was that he listened to advice.

As he passed the hallway, he caught a glimpse of his senior, who had been hit in the chest by a stray bullet and was reaching out for help.

He subconsciously turned around and wanted to help pull the person out, but unexpectedly the senior's head tilted and his right hand fell weakly to the ground.

The first thought that came to Fujiwara Takashi's mind was 'Ayaka will definitely be very sad'...Ayaka was the good girl he had a crush on in high school.

wrong!

Now is not the time to think about this!
Although the senior died tragically, it was not his fault. His own life was more important, so he crawled out of the auditorium through the main entrance.

It was hell outside the door, with corpses strewn all over the corridor. Fujiwara Yu stood there, breathing for a moment, and then he looked back and saw that no one was chasing him. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart dropped back into his stomach.

Then he turned around and saw Yuan Yuzi holding a rifle in her hand, searching the corpses one by one to collect bullets.

She was wearing pajamas and slippers. Her face was serious but still cute. The aho-hair on her head was shaking, which was completely different from the bloody rifle in her hand.

Oh yes, I need a weapon to protect myself!

Fujiwara Yu quickly picked up a rifle and fiddled with it for a few times to get familiar with the feel. Although he liked to be lazy, he still knew how to shoot - his father had taught him by pulling his ears, and now he understood his father's good intentions.

Even with a gun in hand, he still felt insecure and couldn't help but say, "By the way, that guy... is he Fushimi-kun?"

Yuan Yuzi squatted on the ground and counted the bullets. Without raising his head, he said, "It's definitely not that. It doesn't look like that at first glance."

Fujiwara Hideki thought this was a bit scary. His rusty brain started to work. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure? The broadcast just said... we all have to participate in hide-and-seek, right? The ghost can only get one point for killing one person... we should also be counted towards the target points, right?"

He swallowed, his hands shaking: "There are only two of us. If the 'ghost' is not Fushimi-kun, then our situation is very bad..."

Yuan Yuzi stuffed bullets into the magazine and said casually, "Two people are better. They can be separated from the main force. They are smaller targets and less likely to be targeted."

With a click, she inserted the magazine, pulled the bolt, and continued, "The trial time limit is one hour, there is only one ghost, everyone should spread out to delay the time as much as possible, this is the best solution... How can you hide together in hide-and-seek?"

“That’s right.” Fujiwara Yoshi felt that there was some truth in it.

The two of them discussed in whispers for a while, and it was basically Minamoto Tamako who came up with the plan, and Fujiwara Hideo who acted as the yes-man, with the latter vaguely treating Minamoto Tamako as the big sister.

"There should be a maintenance passage in the elevator shaft. Let's go check it first. If it's blocked, we can find the monitoring room, central control room or ventilation vents..."

"I think so too."

The two made up their minds and quickly left the corridor.

……

At the same time, on the other side, Miki Shirakawa helped the leader escape from the auditorium. The believers shot behind them as they walked. Even though they could not see any figures, they did not dare to stop shooting.

After all, once the gunfire stops, someone will die.

Behind the auditorium is the core residential area. The walls are painted gold, the pillars are carved with exaggerated patterns, and a sign with the words "Navel of the World" hangs in the atrium. The single-story houses are allocated from top to bottom according to status. Everyone rushed into the nearest single-story suite. The floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light, illuminating the living room.

The believers closed the door and locked it, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Shirakawa Miki finally had time to ask what happened, whether the people who came were police or the mobile unit. Everyone was at a loss for words and all turned their eyes to Asahara Shoko.

"It's the devil."

Asahara Shoko fell down on the sofa, sweating profusely, with a lingering fear on his face, and said in a firm tone: "That guy must be the devil... He is a messenger sent by the devil!"

He opened his arms and loudly announced that this was a test from God. The church had reached a moment of life and death. In order to destroy the world, the devil sent messengers to block their plan of salvation. Only by eliminating the messengers can mankind survive!
"Is there only one person on the other side?" Miki Shirakawa said in surprise.

The core members of the cult finally came to their senses, looking annoyed, and began to explain, claiming that they had underestimated the enemy. At present, they still had more than a hundred people, and they only needed to divide the work and surround the devil's messenger, and they would definitely be able to kill him in one fell swoop!
(End of this chapter)

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