A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 5 Are AIs this powerful now?

Earlier, the Prime Minister gave a street speech in Chiba Prefecture.

Inside a white SUV driving through Adachi Ward, several men with fierce-looking faces and tattoos were watching the news.

"The Prime Minister angrily denounced the US tariff negotiations as a battle for national interests, declaring that allies must take the island nation's opinions seriously."

"Wow, this cabinet is pretty formidable."

The man and woman in the car, who were holding their phones, were amazed by the Prime Minister's "tough" response.

After all, although the island nation is nominally an 'ally' of America, everyone is not stupid and naturally knows that they are just someone else's 'younger brother'; now that the cabinet is acting like it's about to turn against them, it's clear that they've been pushed to the limit.

"That's normal; the major conglomerates in the automotive industry are putting pressure on us from behind the scenes."

A long-haired beauty was sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV.

She appears delicate and frail, with small, exquisite features and long, black hair that covers one eye; she wears a traditional kimono adorned with a skull, exuding a traditional fragility that also carries a hint of danger.

He blends in perfectly with the other scarred and tattooed guys.

But they are not yakuza.
Instead, they were members of the 'Organized Crime Countermeasures Section 3'!

They were originally the 'Criminal Investigation Department's Anti-Violence Division,' or 'Violence Countermeasures' for short, elite members of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Their job is to deal with yakuza organizations, and they are all fierce and menacing. They are often criticized by the Japanese for being more like yakuza than the yakuza themselves.

"Due to the American tariff law, the export profits of automakers such as Toyota have shrunk by 37%; if this continues, it will cause losses of tens of trillions of dollars."

It's important to know that automobile exports from island nations account for 34% of their total trade with the United States; if tariffs are increased, it could even cause the island nation's GDP to shrink by half a percentage point!
It may not sound like much, but given the size of the country, the losses are in the trillions.

The old saying is good:
Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

The major conglomerates, of course, would not sit idly by and wait for their doom; they secretly instigated the cabinet to 'resist'.
Therefore, the island nation's tough stance is not due to public anger or the rise of a new cabinet, but simply a manifestation of the interests of the zaibatsu (financial conglomerates) being harmed.

The long-haired beauty who analyzes the news is named Miya Kana. Her seemingly delicate appearance is just a disguise during her work: she not only has amazing fighting talent, but she also passed the island nation's Class I civil service exam, which is said to be a super exam that can make you an elite bureaucrat.

Ordinary police officers take the Category III exam;

Moreover, one needs to work their way up from the patrol officer position, that is, from patrolman to police officer.

Miya Hana started as a police inspector, rose to police inspector in two years, and then became a police superintendent: equivalent to the chief of a small police station!

They are the elite of the elite: at the same time, they are in a classroom like the 'Violent Opposition', which is a bit dangerous, but there are also many opportunities to make merits and get promoted.

Most island nation police officers spend their entire lives working.

When they retire, they'll be given an honorary police inspector rank and receive a larger pension.

Once you reach the rank of superintendent, you can live a life of ease!
"but--"

"What do these national affairs have to do with us?"

The cabinet, the tycoons, and America are all vying for power; what business is it of these 'small' police inspectors getting involved? Doing their jobs and climbing the corporate ladder is the only real thing to do.

"So what happened this time?"

In the SUV, a colleague couldn't help but ask a question.

The fact that these elite troops were urgently summoned means it's definitely not a small-scale operation.

"Who knows, most likely those scumbags are fighting again."

The indifferent guesses of the delicate beauty, Miyako Hana.

"It would be best if they all died."

With the global economic downturn, the Yakuza are also having a tough time: the Yamaguchi-gumi, which once had an annual income of 80 billion US dollars at its peak, can't even cross the 10 billion mark now, and has split into three Yamaguchi-gumi, fighting each other to the death.

The same situation exists among other yakuza groups, with their wars for territory escalating.

"Why didn't those scum issue a 'statement of pacification' this time?"

Another colleague was surprised.
In island nations, gang warfare is conducted by 'notifying the public' beforehand.

If members of an opposing organization are killed, the government will turn a blind eye and will most likely be happy that they died a good death.

However, it has affected ordinary people: in today's internet age, without government suppression, it would be a headache if it caused a disturbance.

"Who knows?"

To this, Kana Mitani shrugged.

"You'll know when you get there."

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Adachi Ward,
The entrance to Umeda-cho was blocked off.

"Inspector Mitani, and everyone else; please store all personal belongings and electronic devices here."

When these scarred, tattooed, and yakuza-like elites got out of the car, they were stopped by a group of expressionless police officers from the Investigation Division.

? ?
"Hey, we are—"

Raising her hand to interrupt the angry rebukes of her other colleagues, Miya Kana spoke calmly.

"Do as they say."

After saying that, the long-haired beauty frowned.

"Woo~~"

"My stomach... my stomach is hurting!"

In an instant, the once cold and composed beauty transformed into a delicate beauty, clutching her stomach as if she were having her period.

"You all go in first, I'll go in first."

"Mei Valley Police Department,"

The head of the investigation section coldly interrupted her performance.
"The director instructed that you must be present."

"If they get sick, carry them inside."

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"Tch, that bastard director!"

The long-haired beauty, who had been cursing her boss in front of everyone, stood up, pulling out various 'odds' from her person while gritting her teeth.

"Why target me out of all these people? What's the meaning of this?"

These words,

Regardless of the 'violent opposition' present,
Those from the 'Investigation Division' pretended not to hear it.

Unfortunately, this Superintendent Miyako was not only skilled in both academics and martial arts, but also very lucky.

She has encountered several situations where suspects jump directly into her face. She is considered a "lucky charm" by the Metropolitan Police Department and is required to be present by the superintendent.

Her appearance is simply too deceptive.

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was a girl from Ginza.

Ishii Environmental Protection Co., Ltd.

Once the elite members of the "violent team" entered the building and arrived at the monitoring room on the first floor, a group of technical officers from the search support department were already busy recovering data.

"Meigu,"

Surrounded by numerous police officers was a middle-aged man in a suit.

Aside from the bizarrely dressed "violent couple," only this middle-aged man wasn't wearing a police uniform.

Because he didn't need a police uniform to identify himself: as he turned his head, the policewoman named Miyako Hana was startled.

"Director?!"

That bastard... cough cough cough, what's this guy doing here too?
The man's facial features and hairstyle were quite ordinary; however, his imposing aura and the scrutinizing gaze behind his plain eyes proved that he was no ordinary person.

He controlled more than 50,000 police officers in Tokyo and saw three cabinets come and go; he was the true boss of the Tokyo police system.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner: Noboru Fujita.

"Come here,"

Fortunately, the director seemed unaware that Meigu had just insulted him; or perhaps he knew but didn't care, as he waved to the elites of the "Violent Opponent".

"Watch this video."

Not only did they confiscate all electronic devices from the outside,

Even the Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner personally attended the scene. How could this 'internal strife within the yakuza' be so brutal?
After several technical officers operated the system, the computer in the monitoring room began to play surveillance footage from various parts of the building. Because there hadn't been time for 'post-processing,' many of the images flashed by, and only the edges of the scenes were captured.

Even so, the members of the 'Violent Alliance' could still barely make out that these scenes depicted a massacre of the Yakuza by a single person.

Let's just call him a 'person' for now—although the scene of that 'person' tearing apart the Yakuza is just too absurd.

After the playback ended, Director Fujita slowly began to speak.

Have you ever encountered this kind of situation at work?

Everyone shook their heads!

Those who were "violent" were speechless.
The 'human' in the picture has bloodshot eyes, roars repeatedly, and the monastic tattoo on its bulging muscles seems to come alive; with a wave of its hands, limbs are severed, arms are cut off, and heads are chopped off. If they encountered such a ferocious being, they would have been dead long ago!
Are we really hoping to defeat the enemy with the 'small water pipes' provided by the Metropolitan Police Department?
As a yakuza member raises his sword to block, his weapon, flesh and blood, and the wall behind him are all cleaved apart!

The scene was so terrifying that everyone in the 'Violent Team' fell silent.

It shouldn't be,

Although they are criticized for resembling yakuza, they are ultimately not yakuza.

Could it be that too many leaves are causing hallucinations?

Just as these members of the 'Violent Opposition' were looking at each other in bewilderment, Miyako Kana subconsciously touched her pocket.

The cigarettes were taken away.

"Director,"

After glancing at the monitor footage again, the long-haired woman in a kimono forced a smile.

"This isn't some kind of AI-generated image, is it?"

Can a person turn their hands into blades? Definitely not! At least, the education Miyako Kana received instilled in her values ​​a rejection of such absurd notion; but—

Her gaze swept over Director Fujita's calm face, and the woman in the kimono sighed helplessly.

"I shouldn't have taken the police exam,"

For the country and the people? To fight evil? To uphold justice?

Don't be ridiculous! The reason Miyako Kana took the civil service exam was simply because it's a secure job; as for why she became a police officer? That's because in the Japanese workplace, it's the fastest way for women to get promoted: get promoted and make money as soon as possible, then lord it over the people and bully them!
All police officers who take the island nation's Category I civil service exam can theoretically rise to the rank of Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner.

But Miya Hana never considered this: which of the previous directors did not come from a family with a strong academic background and have been supported by their teachers and classmates?

How could a woman like her possibly hope for such things?

"Stop talking nonsense,"

Director Fujita was very clear about the personality of his subordinate.

But it was precisely because I knew her character that I decided to let her participate in this operation: at least she would never be a traitor.

"From now on, you will be temporarily assigned to the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office, subject to the Special Secrets Protection Act, and will be responsible for investigating this case."

After speaking, the Superintendent General swept his gaze across the crowd, and even the 'Violent Target,' who dealt with yakuza members every day, trembled.

"At any time and in any place, the three of you must always be together."

"You know what will happen if you leak any information."

die?
Think beautiful!
Violating the Special Secrets Protection Act is treason without any room for maneuver!

Given the nature of the island nation's government, not only the individual but also their family members will be sent to the "police station"; facing interrogations without any limits or time limits, the only possible outcome will be a mental breakdown and becoming an idiot.

When it comes to dealing with traitors, the difference between any two countries is simply whether or not to give them a quick death.

"understand!"

Subconsciously straighten your chest and lift your head.
The members of 'Bad Opponent' responded loudly.

No wonder Miyako pretended to be sick; she should have known better than to come!

Regardless of what the members of the "violent opposition" might be thinking, they were already there, and what they needed to do now was:

"Based on this information,"

Pointing to the screen on the monitor, the director gave the order.

"Found this person, Yoshifumi Nitta!"

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"Uncle, uncle?"

Meanwhile, the man who had recently gone on a killing spree was lying on the sofa, eyes closed, convulsing.

"Stop shouting! A mighty demon, controlled by human 'poison'?"

The woman in dark robes, who was examining a photo frame in the living room, scoffed.

"It's really embarrassing."

"Big sister, you must have a way to save the old man, right?"

As she spoke, the short-haired little girl 'Chū' knelt down with a thud, prostrating herself on the ground in a standard dogeza (a traditional Japanese kowtow).

She was an orphanage child who had been observant since childhood: it was because of the appearance of this strange older sister who was all 'black' that the uncle suddenly displayed his great power and wiped out all the bad guys; so this older sister would definitely not let the uncle die easily.

"please!"

The dark-skinned beauty, who had put down the photo frame, looked at the girl who was bowing to him with great interest.

interesting,

This little girl,
He could be considered a 'talented person'.

"The one who can save him is not me, but yourself."

"Hey?"

Ignoring the little girl's 'disrespect' in sitting up, the dark-skinned beauty, who called herself 'noble lady,' extended a finger.

Have you ever considered that you are not actually a human being?

what?
Suddenly expelled from the ranks of the human beings
Even if this little girl named 'Hina' was precocious, she was still completely confused.

"The uncle you mentioned is 'Kamaichiro'; he was originally a great demon from the 'Koshinetsu' region, but he was not alone."

The woman in black was spouting off some random, nonsensical "settings." If it were an ordinary person, it would just be utter nonsense. But the little girl "Hina" listened intently, almost as if she were taking notes—it was this strange older sister who had led them to arrive here so quietly.

In an uninhabited apartment.

He also has a younger brother and a younger sister.

In the little girl's bewildered gaze, the woman in dark robes tapped her forehead.

"That's you."

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"Or should I call you by your former name, Kamagato?"

After speaking, the woman in black stood up and waved her hand, seemingly speechless.

"After a thousand years of depletion, so-called 'great demons' like you have completely forgotten your past."

"It doesn't live up to its name."

???

I don't know why I was inexplicably being scolded.
But the little girl still obediently lowered her head and apologized.

“Private Marseille!”

This term is also a unique feature of island nations.

Unfortunately, politicians use it every day, which has made it seem a bit 'insincere'.

"No need to apologize. Use your own strength to save 'Kamaichiro,' the uncle you mentioned."

(End of this chapter)