A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 285 Smile, why don’t you smile?
From New York to Tokyo,

If you take a passenger plane, it will take about 14 hours.

Even fighter jets need 7-8 hours to reach this point—for creatures living on this planet, air and gravity are commonplace.

However, once the speed reaches a certain level, these two factors become stubborn constraints: therefore, more powerful space rockets have emerged, which can directly cross vast distances from near-Earth orbit and, theoretically, reach any place on the planet in just one hour.

Such a terrifying speed is unbearable for ordinary creatures, at least with current technology.

However, this only applies to 'ordinary living beings'.

Rumbling--

A straight streak of fire fell towards Tokyo Bay, transforming into a giant 'shooting star'.

This is not a meteor, but a sign of a large reusable rocket slowing down: under powerful thrust, the rocket deflated the terrifying gravity in just a few hundred meters and hovered in the air.

Thump,

Before the rocket could even land, the hatch was violently blasted open.

Under temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees Celsius, a pitch-black sphere flew out, then unfolded into the shape of a giant eagle, flying towards Tokyo, a city glittering in the darkness.

The one who arrived in such a hurry was naturally Inoue Kaoru.

Who would have thought that my pretty older sister would also know to 'run away'?

Taking advantage of her being out, going straight for base? This made Kaoru's long hair fly wildly, and the battle sister's path to enlightenment begins today!
However, once she flew over Tokyo, she immediately realized something was wrong.

The area below is too 'messy'.

The streets were filled with "bosozoku" (motorcycle gangs) riding motorcycles, brandishing long knives, chains, and guns, whizzing by.

No, ordinary biker gangs are somewhere between petty thugs and 'yakuza'.

No matter how arrogant you are, you can't have weapons like firearms.

It's the ultimate path!
Waaaaaaah~~
With sirens blaring,

Police cars flashing red and blue lights gave chase.

The streets are deserted; the once bustling city is now devoid of pedestrians.

That's normal; it's really not a good time to wander around outside right now.

These biker gangs brandished various weapons, roaring past on their motorcycles, recklessly venting their desires.

Rumor has it that with enough 'desire' to drive them, ordinary people can become supernatural beings: this is an 'urban legend' unique to Tokyo, but it is not without basis. It is said that because supernatural power erupts from here, the city has the highest concentration of 'spiritual energy' in its air.

By expressing your desires in the wildest way, you can gain power beyond that of ordinary people!

For example, their leader,
A burly man riding a Kawasaki Z1000 A1.

The motorcycle's outer shell has been removed, revealing the engine and wiring inside. After being deliberately aged, it exudes a rugged, wasteland style. Someone unfamiliar with the area might think they'd stepped into the world of 'Mad Max'.

"Hahaha, this is our era!"

Wearing a menacing metal mask, sporting a mohawk hairstyle, and wrapped in thick, face-covering clothing, a burly man shouted excitedly.

This immediately drew cheers from behind.

"Conquer the island nation!"

"Noisy revelry is superior, but night dew brings only misery—"

These biker gang members chanted bizarre slogans, raised their weapons, responded to their leader's madness, and prayed inwardly:

Pray for supernatural power to appear in your body.

Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo~~
The police cars were hot on their heels, which made the leader frown.

"A lingering ghost,"

If it were a regular police officer,

He had already turned around and shown the other party what supernatural power was.

But chasing them were the 'aces' of the Second Inspectorate, Miyuki Kobayakawa and Natsumi Tsujimoto. Despite their numbers, if they stopped, they would be the ones lying on the ground.

Thinking of this, the burly man sitting on the menacing motorcycle turned his gaze to the overpass ahead.

"Men, get ready!"

The boss, who had just grabbed a rocket launcher from the back seat and let the motorcycle speed away with his hands free, raised the weapon in his hand.

It's aimed at the viaduct ahead!
call out----

boom! !

The rocket, which roared out, struck the overpass, immediately exploding into a cloud of flames and smoke.

Such a building is naturally not something that can be destroyed by a single rocket launcher: however, rubble and damaged railings were already falling in a flurry, mixed with flames from the explosion.

"Hahaha, fly!"

With a sharp twist of the throttle, the menacing motorcycle carrying the burly man roared past.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"This is a trial!"

"Come on -"

The bikers behind, their eyes bloodshot, howled and sped up as they charged forward; at the same time, the wreckage of the guardrail above began to fall.

This caused many bikers to crouch low, trying to avoid the falling objects, but there were still some unlucky ones.

A relatively large piece of wreckage fell and blocked the way of a motorcycle.

Thump,

"what!"

The guy, unable to turn around in time, crashed headfirst into the wreckage.

The motorcycle lost its balance, and the rider and motorcycle were immediately thrown off, crashing into a nearby street lamp with a loud 'clang'.

"Ha, that's what the weak are like!"

"Remnants of the old era, there is no place for you in the new world!"

Instead of stopping, the remaining bikers mocked them.

Savage, chaotic, and bloodthirsty, they are no longer ordinary biker gangs, but more like madmen from a 'wasteland' world.

"asshole,"

This scene,
As the police car that was chasing them from behind took off, Natsumi Tsujimoto slammed her hand heavily on the steering wheel.

Squeak squeak squeak

The police car braked suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the short-haired policewoman jumped out of the police car, sprinted forward, and took increasingly larger strides. When she reached the bottom of the overpass, she pushed off with her foot.

Thump,

My whole body felt like it had stepped on a spring.

It leaped several meters into the air and landed on the overpass that had been hit by the blast.

"parking!"

Traffic control!

These rioters can act with impunity, but Natsumi Tsujimoto, as a police officer, has to protect the public: she blocks traffic on the overpass, while her partner, Miyuki Kobayakawa, begins to block traffic below to prevent secondary damage.

By the time they finished cleaning up the scene, the "bike gang" had already left.

"Those bastards."

This scene left the two policewomen feeling both angry and helpless.

The Metropolitan Police Department is in complete chaos; there is utter confusion between different departments and even between different police officers.

Police officers are human too, and they can also feel confused when they receive different orders.

"And those damned countries!"

How could America, England, and France possibly miss such a golden opportunity?

They have all mobilized their own forces, using either coercion or enticement, to wantonly plunder the island nation's supernatural resources: many of the 'possessed' relatives have vanished into thin air.

At this very moment, the cabinet was still arguing aimlessly; the two second-in-commands had to take to the streets to maintain order themselves.

Hopefully, those "bosozoku" (motorcycle gangs) will stop now.

Even the resilient Natsumi Tsujimoto has now succumbed to this 'weak' thought. However—

How can it be!

On an overpass a few blocks away, this "bosozoku" (motorcycle gang) stopped.

Not only were the police officers behind them being held back, but also a middle-aged couple in front of them.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

“He is just a child. Please, for the sake of the Buddha, have great compassion.”

The middle-aged couple, surrounded by a number of motorcycles, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: they were driving home when they encountered these guys on the road.

Not only were they stopped, but their child was also grabbed by the other side.

"There are two things I hate the most."

The burly leader of the biker gang slowly spoke, his large fingers gripping the child's face and lifting him into the air, ignoring his struggles.

"First, those who are blocking my way."

During his student days, he enjoyed using violence to get everything he 'wanted'.

After graduating from high school, the biker gang members, as was their custom, ended up sending several people to the emergency room during a fight, and ended up spending several years in prison themselves.

In the past, a man with that kind of personality would have ended up repeatedly in and out of prison, eventually dying there. Once he was old and frail, devoid of violence, he would have been nothing more than a skinny old man.

But now, it's the supernatural era!

The more aggressive a person is, the more likely they are to acquire supernatural powers.

"Secondly, children."

The burly man wearing a ferocious mask turned his head and casually shook the struggling child he was carrying, causing the middle-aged couple to instinctively want to get up in pain.

"court death,"

Snapped!
Amidst the angry shouts of the biker gang members nearby,
The whip lashed out with a whoosh, striking their backs; the excruciating pain forced the two ordinary people to confront reality.

"My lord, my lord!"

"Whatever you want, I'll give you!"

"Please spare my child, I beg you, have mercy!"

The middle-aged couple ignored the blood seeping from their backs.
While crying and kowtowing, he took out all the things he had on him.

What he got in return was a burst of laughter from all around. They were a force with 'supernatural beings' in charge, so why would they care about these things?
"To send away a beggar?"

"You're kidding me, you bastard!"

"Boss, hand these two guys over to me."

stop,

As the burly man carrying the child in one hand raised his other hand, the noisy biker gang immediately shut up.

Their leader's authority is built on bloodshed.

Not only enemies, but also 'comrades'.

Anyone who dared to disobey him had their limbs torn off alive and bled to death!

"Laugh,"

The burly man holding the child suddenly said this.

?

The couple were bewildered.
The burly man raised his chin with a wicked grin.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a hideous mask, his narrowed eyes clearly showed that he was very 'pleasant'.

"Come on, give me a smile."

"If you satisfy me, I will release your children."

? !
this--

Let alone the couple,
Even the biker gangs around them were taken aback.

at this time,
How can you laugh?
Yes, that's the effect the boss wanted: crying and begging for mercy? I want you to laugh!

"Laugh, why don't you laugh?"

As the burly man tightened his grip slightly, the child whose head he was grabbing immediately let out a muffled scream.

"ah--"

???

"I...I'm laughing!"

"My lord, please!!"

Ignoring everything else, the middle-aged couple kneeling on the ground forced their faces up, their lips curving upwards into 'smiles'.

Because of worry for the child, tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes; the injuries on his back caused this modern man, who had never experienced such pain before, to instinctively let his nose run. Crying, sadness, despair, and fear were twisted into a 'smile' by the burly man's orders, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers.

Even they felt a sense of desolation upon seeing this scene, a feeling of shared sorrow.

"Hahaha!!"

Seeing the couple's 'smiles,' the big man laughed, a hearty laugh.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That 'laughable and crying' face is simply art."

That's right, this is the expression of a 'weakling'. What needs to be done next is:
brush,

The burly man raised his hand and waved.
The child in her arms flew in an arc and fell off the bridge.

"Do not!!!"

"my child--"

In an instant, an indescribable grief overwhelmed the couple;

They instinctively tried to struggle to their feet, but reason told them: falling from such a height, their child was doomed.

In despair, he had just gotten up when he collapsed to the ground again, only able to writhe and cry out, like an ant under the feet of a strong person.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

This posture pleased the big man even more.

"Fantastic, fantastic! The ugliness of the weak is truly unforgettable, even after watching it a hundred times!"

The burly man, who had been laughing wildly, paused, noticing that his men were all looking at him with terrified eyes.

wrong!

He looked behind him.
brush,

With an agility that belies his imposing physique, he suddenly turned around and came into view a 'ninja'.

Yes, they were ninjas. The other person was wearing a red ninja outfit, with a black and red turban wrapped around their head like a hood, covering the upper half of their face; a metal mask covered the lower half of their face, with the two characters 'Kill Super' written on it in silver and iron strokes.

No, it's an overkill!

In the arms of this 'ninja', there was also a child being held.

The one that was just thrown down by the big man—

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the outstretched fingers magnified in the big man's eyes.

"Is it funny?"

boom! !

With a loud bang, by the time the big man reacted, he was already 'sunken' into the ground.

"Rao"

Before he could even utter a word of pleading, the hand gripping his head pressed down.

click,

Then go to the underworld and laugh your heart out!

(End of this chapter)