Tokyo Detective

Chapter 332 Zombie Horde Frenzy
Looking at the old man's miserable state, Naoki Hanyu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. This was his old friend and comrade-in-arms, despite their age difference.

Naoki Hanyu gestured to the second research fellow, Ryuhei Ota.

"Release him."

Ryuhei Ota became hesitant and stammering.

"This this"

"Speak your mind, and I promise to let you go."

"The old man's brain has been damaged. These measures are only to keep his body's cells active for research purposes. In fact, the old man is already dead. All of this was requested by Chizuru Mizushima."

Is he dead?

Just two months shy of his 130th birthday, Xiangrui died on a cold machine. Perhaps if he hadn't found Toriyama Village, Toriyama Juzo wouldn't have died.

"Release him and I'll take him away."

"I'll do it right now."

Be careful not to bump into it.

"Yes Yes Yes."

At this moment, Naoki Hanyu only wanted to catch the two bastards who had escaped. They were the ones who caused all of this, but how could he find them in the vast sea of ​​snow?

Naoki Hanyu was stunned for a moment when he suddenly sensed the feedback from his clone. Had he caught it?
Far to the east, on the snowy mountain road, a car riddled with bullet holes crashed into a guardrail. The elderly Makoto Nagase crawled out covered in blood, while the younger Chizuru Mizushima, wearing a fox fur coat, raised her hands.

"Don't shoot, we surrender."

Nagase Seiya never expected that the highway would be blocked by an avalanche, and that there was an armed thug guarding it.

But there was no other way. They only had one car coming out of the secret passage. If they didn't take the road, were they supposed to go over mountains and valleys? They would definitely freeze to death on the way.

The clone stepped forward, pinched Mizushima Chizuru's cheek, and examined her closely.

"He's quite good-looking, I never thought he'd be such a beast in human form. Now I've won the lottery, let's see what those guys have to say."

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Shortly afterward, the Hummer took the two back to the research institute.

Nagase Makoto was forced to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, his whole body covered in mud and snow, looking extremely disheveled.

"Let me go, and I'll give you all my money. Let me go. Oh, and by the way, our Eternal Life Society is still researching longevity drugs, which I can also give to you."

Naoki Hanyu watched as the old man raised his gun and shot him through all four limbs, causing the old man to writhe in pain on the ground.

"It hurts."

Having lived a life of luxury for over forty years, Makoto Nagase had forgotten the pain of physical suffering.

The old man struggled for a while, seemingly getting used to the pain, and took deep breaths while covered in sweat.

"Haha, I never imagined I'd fall to such a state! I curse you, and the Eternal Life Society will never let you go!"

"boom."

The bullet pierced the old man's head, leaving only the woman, whose name was almost black or red, behind.

Naoki Hanyu stared coldly at Chizuru Mizushima; it was the first time he had ever seen a blackish-red color that was almost entirely black.

It is estimated that he personally killed hundreds or even more people, and those people were the very people whose lives had been used for human experiments over the years.

Chizuru Mizushima smiled slightly.

"Can I live? I'm willing to give anything, whether it's for work or whatever?"

Chizuru Mizushima licked her lips as she said this, adding that a qualified woman should know how to utilize her own assets.

However, Chizuru Mizushima was disappointed; Naoki Hanyu simply asked the question with a blank expression.

"How many people have died at your hands over the years, hundreds or thousands?"

"Their sacrifices were all for medicine. Thanks to their efforts, I was able to achieve results that saved tens of thousands of patients."

"Hehe, what a sacrifice and dedication."

Naoki Hanyu had no intention of continuing the conversation, so he raised his gun and shot the woman in the thigh, causing Chizuru Mizushima to gasp in pain.

"You'll regret killing me."

"Oh, tell us your trump card now, or you won't have another chance."

Chizuru Mizushima's face contorted in pain, but she didn't reveal her trump card; she just stared intently at the masked man in front of her.

"You will regret this."

"bang bang bang"

Hit in all four limbs, Chizuru Mizushima writhed in agony, but refused to reveal her trump card.

You'll regret it, you'll regret it.

"boom"

A single bullet ended the life of this talented individual in the field of medical research; Naoki Hanyu no longer wanted to drag things out.

The fact that an F-35A fighter jet flew overhead, even though the jet couldn't do much in the blizzard and couldn't blindly bomb the test facility, proved that the military and government had focused their attention on the research institute.

If the military is willing to risk using helicopters to transport him, he will probably arrive quickly. If they don't use helicopters and go by land, it will take about an hour. He's been dawdling at the research institute for half an hour.

"Hurry up and pack your things and leave."

"Yes."

The clone packed up the last items and then tied up all the prisoners, placing them in the research institute's conference hall.

Naoki Hanyu put away his weapons and then took out the Apache attack helicopter to use.

He didn't intend to drive the Apache away from the mountains; he just wanted to drive to a highway a few mountain peaks away and then switch to land routes to leave.

The propellers spun, and the Apache slowly rose until the research institute became a blur in the heavy snow. Just then, Naoki Hanyu saw a figure running out of the research institute through the visible light camera. Then more figures ran out, but these figures moved very stiffly and strangely, with a strange sense of familiarity.

"I haven't even left yet, and those people who were hiding have already come out?"

Naoki Hanyu, puzzled, had his clone lower the plane's altitude, and quickly realized something was wrong. "So many fungal corpses?"

Through his eagle eyes, Naoki Hanyu finally saw that the creatures running with strange gaits were fungal corpses. Each fungal corpse was dressed in clothing similar to that of a patient, and the filaments were visibly swaying.

However, some fungal corpses are very different from ordinary fungal corpses. They are covered with mushrooms and branches, just like the enhanced divine servants that Naoki Hanyu saw in the Divine Tree Cave.

Stronger and faster.

Naoki Hanyu frowned as he watched the increasing number of fungal zombies. After using the Apache's machine gun to kill more than a dozen fungal zombies, he had no choice but to stop.

He doesn't have much time left to eliminate the threat, and by the time the military's warplanes pass by again, he won't be able to take the collected research results with him.

"Since the defense force is coming, let's leave it to them."

As for those who were tied up, all we can do is pray that they will be alright.

Apache flew south, leaving behind only howling fungal corpses.

The research institute has three underground floors, which is a huge ice storage room containing hundreds of fungal corpses.

As the freezer door opened automatically and the temperature gradually rose from -30 degrees Celsius, the frozen fungal corpses began to move slowly, instinctively leaving the freezer that made the fungi uncomfortable.

There was more than one such ice storage facility in the research institute, which was also something that Mizushima Chizuru mentioned that made Hanyu Naoki regret.

She had already pre-set the time to automatically release the fungal corpses. As long as she wasn't remotely controlling it, this land would become a place where her proud creation ravaged the land.
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More than 30 people were tied up in the conference hall.

Although these people were still shaken, they seemed to be in a relatively good mood, after all, they were the only ones left out of more than 200 people in the entire research institute.

Business Department Manager Ryohei Kameri also chatted with Second-in-Command Ryuhei Ota.

"Minister Guili, you didn't see what just happened. The chairman and that woman were tortured to death, while we were just tied up and waiting for the military to rescue us, which is already very lucky."

"maybe."

The two fell silent as they talked. Although they had come back to life, they were still confused about the future.

Ryohei Kamezu said.

"I still have some money. I'll go back to my hometown and start a small business after this."

Just then, a noise came from outside the corridor, which silenced everyone in the conference room. They were a little worried that the thugs had returned, but they also hoped that the people who came to rescue them had come.

Soon someone noticed that the footsteps were very strange, stumbling and unsteady as if the person was delirious.

As the second-in-command researcher, Ryuhei Ota quickly made a connection to something, and his expression changed drastically as he shrank back into the crowd.

The door was slightly pushed open, and a hideous head with white eyes and bluish skin poked its head in, staring at the more than 30 people.

"what"

A scream rang out instantly. The fungal zombie tilted its head and then lunged at the nearest person, followed by many more fungal zombies.

Screams erupted continuously, and blood was splattered all over the conference hall.

Soon, fruiting bodies emerge from the seven orifices of the fungal corpses, and mature spores infect each dying life, forming a cycle of life.

In less than 30 minutes, there wasn't a single living person left in the entire research institute.

On the other side, the snow removal team followed the police to the avalanche site. Snowplows, snow blowers, excavators, and bulldozers were working quickly. It was unclear how heavy weapons, such as tanks and armored vehicles from the Tohoku Army stationed in Sendai, were brought in.

Some fully armed police officers began to explore the other side of the avalanche on foot, and seeing that there were no enemies to stop them, they became bolder and went deeper into the area.

The Fukushima Prefectural Criminal Investigation Department's First Investigation Division Special Investigation Team (SIT) is a rapid response force at the prefectural level, similar to a special operations unit.

Several SWAT officers raised their submachine guns and slowly advanced forward, their vision obscured by the blizzard.

The team leader suddenly called a halt to his teammates because his keen hearing detected footsteps, and more than one at that.

"Everyone prepare, several unidentified individuals are approaching."

Enemy or innocent?
Soon a running figure came into the police's view.

"We are police officers. Please stay where you are to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings."

The running figure ignored them, instead quickly approaching and disrupting the police formation. Then, it leaped and tackled one of the officers, biting him repeatedly.

The other police officers were dumbfounded and could only raise their guns to provide support.

"Stop."

"Stop, or I'll shoot."

At this moment, the fungal corpse raised its head, which was full of blood, and roared. The sight of half of its face missing startled the police.

"Roar"

"Damn it, what is this thing?"

"Fire! Fire immediately!"

"bang bang bang"

Despite being shot several times, the fungal corpse continued to tear at the man beneath it; ordinary fungal corpses possessed greater strength than ordinary humans.

"boom."

A bullet pierced the head of the fungal corpse, damaging its brain nerves, which caused the fungus to lose control of its body.

"What the hell is this?"

"It had no effect on the body at all; it was just like a zombie in a movie."

The SWAT team leader took a deep breath; in his 20 years as a police officer, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a thing.

"What exactly happened at the Longgao Research Institute? Is it going to turn into a horror movie?"

However, this was not the time for the special police to think. Attracted by the gunshots, more than a dozen fungal corpses rushed out of the snowstorm.

The killings officially began.

(End of this chapter)