Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

Since there are police officers here, the other party will have less time to react and even less time to spare.

After checking that Akari had no other suspicious items, he walked to a certain spot in the lobby, moved the mouth of the lion statue aside, revealing several stone buttons.

Pressing the buttons in sequence opens the pillar beneath the lion, revealing a pile of equipment inside.

The firearms, explosives, and bulletproof vests made it look like a mini armory.

He was sent to a mercenary training camp by the Eagles when he was very young, so he was quite familiar with these things.

The lobby doors are made of glass, which means they offer little in terms of defense.

He took out a can of gasoline and poured it all over the entire glass curtain wall.

After doing all this, he tied up the security guards and then hid below the front desk, observing the situation outside through the monitor.

His arrangements went beyond these.

His father seemed to have anticipated this day and had prepared many things for him in advance.

He spent a long time setting things up outside last night.

The sole objective is to delay as much time as possible.

Tadashi suddenly looked up and stared silently at the ceiling.

咚咚

It sounds like... a heartbeat is coming from up there?

Chapter 187: Flesh and Blood

"Heh heh. It's still because I haven't trained for too long; my physical fitness has dropped too much."

In the emergency passage, the footsteps and rapid breathing of Genji echoed.

Given the current situation, it can be definitively concluded that the president of the Takatsukasa Group is the mastermind behind the Heartless Monster Riot.

After losing contact with her subordinates, she immediately informed headquarters that Muramasa Taki and the Extraordinary Countermeasures Unit should be on their way.

Despite her concern for her subordinates, she decided, out of a sense of reason, to first issue a warning to the hotel's guests and staff.

Based on the previous phone call, she could guess that the stairwell had been blocked off, but since this was a hotel, there must be a lot of windows, so it was possible to go down from the second floor as well.

Even if all else fails, you can still leave through the rooftop.

However, this method is extremely inefficient.

"The meeting room should be on this floor."

Genji ran to the conference room door and could vaguely hear sounds coming from inside. She pressed the handle and found it locked.

She took a few steps back and banged on the door twice, but couldn't open it at all.

He took out a pistol, fired several shots at the keyhole, and then kicked it hard, finally opening the door.

The room was dimly lit, and a man in a suit was speaking on the main stage, with thousands of employees sitting below.

"The same goes for performance issues—which department are you from?" The senior executive speaking on the stage frowned and pointed at Gen Himeko, who had kicked the door open.

The latter had no time for idle chatter. He strode onto the stage, raised his gun, and demanded, "Where is Takatsuki?"

"You, your company, the company president's office is on the top floor." The man subconsciously raised his hands, his tone becoming stammering, his expression filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Is it on the top floor? Then it seems that leaving through the top floor is not an option.

After quickly reporting the news to headquarters, Genji glanced at the chaotic crowd below, snatched the microphone from the man's collar, and fired a shot at the ceiling, which quickly caused screams and suppressed many restless people.

"Quiet. I am an agent from the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department. We have confirmed that the president of the Takatsukasa Group is the culprit behind the monster disturbances of the past few days, and you are his next targets. The hotel is currently under lockdown, and the elevators are shut down. I need you to follow orders and use the emergency exit to go to the second floor and break the window to leave the hotel."

The words emanating from the loudspeaker caused most people's minds to freeze.

What kind of crappy class am I in? Why is there a messy meeting being held, and then suddenly an agent barges in saying he's caught up in an extraordinary conspiracy?

Is it really that hard to get this salary? Is it true that you don't get a single penny for free?

"Wait, what evidence do you have! This is pure slander. Our president has absolutely no motive to do such a thing!" A senior executive jumped out to righteously pledge his loyalty.

Although the president hasn't arrived yet, he's confident that the president will see his performance.

"Do you want to gamble with their lives?" Genji Himeko stared at him with pressure in her eyes.

"I... I was just stating a reasonable question, and I believe no one else thinks the president is like that—Ah! You... you actually dared to fire a gun! You..."

A gunshot rang out, and the high-ranking official fell to the ground, blood gushing from his thigh.

Fortunately, my marksmanship has been trained every week and hasn't deteriorated.

"I'm in a hurry and I need to inform the restaurant guests. Believe it or not, it's up to you. I've said my piece." Gen Himeko wasn't a rigid person; she had said what she wanted to say, and the choice was theirs.

Faced with such a life-or-death situation, most people preferred to believe it was true and did not hesitate much; those closest to the door were the first to move.

Seeing that someone was moving, the others couldn't sit still any longer and slowly began to push and shove, stepping on the table to leave quickly.

"Section Chiefs, keep an eye on your subordinates! Don't step on me, don't step on me!"

A group of high-ranking officials breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the female tyrant leave. They tried to use their authority to control the crowd, but found that they were powerless to do so.

"Let's find the club president! What kind of barbaric police are these!"

The executives who wanted to advance gathered together and ran in the opposite direction from the others towards the top floor.

"No, don't leave me behind!" The man who had been shot in the thigh cried as he got up, enduring the pain, and limped toward following.

Then he sadly discovered that the elevator was really out of service. How could he possibly have hopped up to the top floor, the thirtieth floor, on one foot?

But if he doesn't go to the president, wouldn't he have been shot for nothing?

Furthermore, if the president is truly extraordinary, then they...

Thinking of all this, greed temporarily overshadowed the pain. He gritted his teeth and actually jumped towards the top floor.

咚咚

Genji looked up and listened to the heartbeat coming from above, which was slowly becoming clearer. She felt as if her heart was being forced to synchronize with it, which was very uncomfortable.

Clutching her heart, she went to the restaurant offering free meals and used the same trick again, successfully scaring the customers and staff into rushing downstairs.

As for the guests on the top floor and in other rooms, she was not extraordinary and could do nothing about it.

"This flower...has withered?"

Genji stopped in her tracks, looking at the tropical rainforest landscape set up at the entrance of the restaurant. It was lush and green when she entered, but now it was all withered and yellow leaves.

She was very confident in her observation skills; she was certain she hadn't misread it. There was only one explanation: the plants had withered because of the source of that heartbeat—the Eagle Sitter!

top layer.

The executives finally made it to the top.

Then, standing at the door of the president's office, feeling the thumping of the doorbell, my soul trembled instinctively, and I dared not knock.

"Go ahead and knock."

Why didn't you go?

"Get out of the way, I'll knock!"

Despite his leg injury, the executive managed to climb up, his body drenched in sweat. He pushed through the crowd, making sure to straighten his clothes before knocking on the door.

creak.

The door opened automatically.

The executives were stunned, their legs trembling.

Inside the president's office, a fungal carpet of flesh slowly proliferated along the marble pattern, and blood vessels wove into a dense network between the walls. Those purplish-red veins seemed to be transforming the office into some kind of living organ, and the stark white bones could be vaguely seen in the crevices.

Red viscous fluid seeped from the scattered suit wreckage on the floor, and blood vessels, like mycelium, entwined around fragmented white bones, slowly sinking into the carpet of flesh and blood.

Behind the desk, with the back of the executive chair facing away from them, came the rhythmic sound of heartbeats.

The creaking sound of the chair back turning seemed to release the executives from their trance, but the sight had clearly terrified them. Their legs had no strength left to struggle, and they could only slump to the ground, their trousers soaked.

The chair spun around, and what came into view was a huge, deformed heart formed by the chest as a diagonal line, with the upper part, including the head, forming a broken shape, beating powerfully.

The lower part is a bloated torso that has become one with the seat. The fabric of the trousers is torn by the swelling yellowish-white fat, and countless translucent gelatinous tentacles emerge from the trouser legs. The overall style is full of eeriness.

Every time that deformed heart beats, the boundary between the body and the heart becomes a little more blurred, and the heart grows a little larger.

Several eyes of varying sizes, some as large as a washbasin and others as small as a walnut, opened in the heart and coldly stared at the executives before him.

"I lost the bet."

"I admit defeat, so you'll be my chips for one last round."

They barely understood what he meant; it seemed the company president was planning to drag them down with him.

Faced with death, these people still unleashed their potential, letting out screams and scrambling to escape this terrifying place.

The guy with the injured thigh was left behind and couldn't run at all.

"President, I am your loyal—Kaka."

"Since you are loyal, then dedicate your body and soul to me. If the Takatsukasa Group cannot continue to be great, then take the world with it."

His heart was removed, yet he miraculously survived. He felt waves of aging emanating from all parts of his body. In just a few seconds, he transformed from a middle-aged man into a white-haired old man, and finally, at a visible speed, he turned into a pile of bones, slowly sinking into the fleshy fungus.

The heart was swallowed by the Eagle Sitter, and the deformed part of the heart grew even larger.

"Let me see the limits of what you can do." The office door was quickly covered and sealed by flesh and bones, layer upon layer.

Those executives who ran out practically tumbled down the stairs, and after only a few floors, their bones were almost broken, so they had to rest.

Behind him, the fleshy fungus was spreading wildly, and on the ground, bones began to take shape.

"help me!"

Someone was pinned to the wall by a rapidly growing bone spur and cried out for help from his colleagues.

But they didn't even glance at him and quickly left.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the fleshy fungus covered him, forming a new nutrient channel that connected to the "ventricle".

Five floors.

The fungal carpet hasn't been applied here yet, and they're unaware of the horrific situation that's unfolding upstairs.

The flow of people going downstairs was blocked, and a group of people in front of them actually tried to run upstairs.

"Monster! There are monsters on the second and third floors!"

Genjiro felt a chill run down her spine. Was this their backup plan? Had they turned all the guests on the second and third floors into monsters yesterday?

You can go down from the fourth or fifth floor, but at that height, without special training or protective equipment, going down from a height of more than ten meters will either kill you or leave you unable to move.

"How much longer until you get there? The second and third floors are blocked by monsters!"

"We have surrounded the hotel and discovered a lot of explosives planted outside, which we are currently disarming with mechanical units. After that, the Talos squad will launch a frontal assault."

"Where is the ninth Muramasa?"

"She will launch the attack from the top."

"Request that the Talos squad be deployed to storm the second floor and clear out a safe evacuation area!"

"It's no use! If the explosives aren't defused, they'll just die if they come down!"

But staying here would surely mean certain death! She couldn't wait any longer. Genji checked her ammunition; it was still sufficient.

Official research revealed that these monsters actually performed worse than the Crimson Blade Slaves created by the Demon Blade under modern firepower.

Those things have unreasonable attack and defense capabilities, while a heartless monster can be killed even with a small pistol, as long as the marksmanship is accurate enough.

Genji Himeko was fairly confident in her marksmanship.

"Step aside!"

Pushing through the crowd, she quickly descended the stair railing, landing directly on top of a monster's head. Grabbing its sparse hair, she shoved the gun into its exposed chest, firing two shots that instantly paralyzed the monster.

The closer the distance, the closer the error rate is to 0!

"Ho ho!"

Using one hand to lift the corpse from the ground as cover, she slowed the oncoming monster by half a second before shoving the gun back in, repeating the same trick.

boom!