Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

It shouldn't be fake. He hated himself for still having a glimmer of hope, for thinking he could stay out of it after Death had wiped out so many forces, and for still scheduling the hunt for today even after learning that Death had killed the person in charge of finding prey.

Kurokawa Masahito's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do.

The others also heard the guard's voice.

As prominent figures in Tokyo, they certainly knew the weight of death.

A panicked voice came through the public channel:

"Zhengren, is death really coming? How exactly did you manage to keep this a secret?"

Masuda Aomasa, a member of parliament, was terrified at that moment.

He originally just wanted to take advantage of the holiday to have some fun and find some excitement. With Death in Tokyo, he didn't dare to go out much during this time, and he also restrained his previous behavior of sexually harassing female subordinates.

After being cooped up for so long, I wanted to relax, but I never expected to encounter death at sea.

"Now is not the time to say these things. I can guarantee that the information has not been leaked. It must be that Death used unknown means to find out about this place, or rather, Death's target was originally you."

In any case, Masahito Kurokawa will not take the blame upon himself.

"You're blaming us now?" one of the voices said with dissatisfaction.

Kurokawa Masahito took a deep breath: "Alright, now we're all in the same boat. We have to stick together and not let him pick us off one by one. We have guns, so we might be able to escape from the clutches of death."

Frank's voice came through: "Death? The super soldier that caused all that commotion before? Is there any need to be so afraid?"

He also had some understanding of the Grim Reaper's special nature.

On such a remote island, no matter how powerful those high-tech weapons are, they can't be deployed here. At most, they'll be facing a super soldier whose physical body might be beyond that of an ordinary person.

In his eyes, no matter how powerful a super soldier is, he is still just a mortal being. If he is shot, he will die. He is very confident in his marksmanship.

Kurokawa Masahito said seriously, "Mr. Collins, Death is not to be underestimated. We must deal with it seriously. I will contact the guards on the yacht right now and ask them to come and provide support."

If Frank were to die in the island nation, he could foresee how severe the consequences would be, enough to subject the Kurokawa family to the wrath of both America and the island nation.

The group took out their phones and started sharing their locations.

Masahito Kurokawa dialed Hiroshi Matsuo's number.

Didn't answer...

This made his heart sink to the bottom; something bad had happened...

Hiroshi Matsuo never fails to answer his own calls.

A feeling of despair spread through his heart.

He didn't want to tell anyone else this.

He immediately turned off location sharing, tugged at Kurokawa Mitsuo's arm to turn off his walkie-talkie, and whispered, "Ignore the others."

"what?"

Mitsuo Kurokawa didn't react for a moment.

"Let's go straight."

Now, the only option is to use others as bait to lure the Grim Reaper, so that they might have a chance to escape by relying on their familiarity with the island.

At this moment, the hunter's role is reversed, and he becomes the prey.

Meanwhile, the others noticed that Masahito Kurokawa had turned off location sharing, and he didn't respond to any calls over the walkie-talkie.

Being shrewd individuals themselves, how could they not see what Kurokawa Masahito was up to?

Masuda Seimasa cursed loudly:

"Damn it! That old bastard got away! He was trying to use us as bait to hold off death for them."

The channel was immediately filled with insults directed at Masahito Kurokawa.

Chapter 172 Strange Creatures? A New Work by Bleach (9.5K)

Masuda Seimasa's companion had just spotted prey and abandoned him to chase after it. Since he was not used to exercise, he couldn't catch up and could only follow at a distance.

I was originally planning to wait and see, but I never expected to learn that death had arrived.

Masuda Seiji was looking at the positions of the other people on the screen when he realized that no matter which way he went, he couldn't get close to them.

what happened?

"Are you kidding me? You said you'd meet up, so why are you all getting further and further away?"

"What do you mean by running further and further away? We're clearly waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

It's bizarre, so very bizarre.

A hint of panic appeared on his slightly overweight face. He looked around and felt that the woods were much quieter, and the sun overhead seemed to be getting darker. In the deserted corner, it felt as if something was watching him.

He got goosebumps all over his body.

"There's a problem, a really big problem."

"what happened?"

Just as Masuda Seima was about to answer, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the big tree behind him and above him.

He immediately turned around and looked up.

On a rather thick branch, a blurry human figure gradually emerged.

The person could not be described as human at all. His face had a mouth like an insect's mouthparts with sharp fangs. He wore a high-tech helmet and his neck was covered with some kind of armor made of metal and keratin, like an exoskeleton, which rose and fell slowly with his breathing.

This bizarre scene caused Masuda Aomasa's body to begin to tremble:

"A monster...a monster!"

"What monster?"

The others in the channel were startled by the sound.

Masuda Aomasa had no time to answer at that moment; he immediately raised the rifle in his hand.

Although his physical fitness wasn't great, he was very confident in his marksmanship.

He pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, the humanoid creature, which resembled an alien species, did not dodge or evade at all. The bullets hit the armor on his body without leaving any marks.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step toward this side and drew a long sword from behind his back, which was as sharp as a blade of light.

The monster in front of him was incredibly fast; he had no time to dodge. The long sword slashed through him, instantly cleaving his hand and the gun in two.

"Ahhh!!"

Masuda Sei looked down, drenched in sweat from the pain. The cut end of his wrist was sizzling and crackling as if it had been exposed to high heat, and there was a smell of burning protein.

This...this is the true face of Death?!

This is the only explanation: Death isn't human at all, but an alien?!

He crossed his arms, his eyes filled with terror, and backed away repeatedly.

Suddenly, a special scope appeared on the wrist of the humanoid monster in front of them, and a laser beam was aimed at his chest.

With a "biu" sound.

In Masuda Seimasa's extreme fear, a fist-sized hole exploded in his chest.

Ouch!!

Masuda Seiji clutched his chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. His entire life flashed through his mind, filled with nothing but regret.

He lay on the ground, his eyes filled with despair, while the humanoid monster turned and left.

He gasped for breath, enduring the pain, and said, "Death isn't human... it's a monster, be careful..."

Upon hearing this news, the others were instantly gripped by fear: "Qingzheng! Explain yourself clearly, where is he...?"

the other side.

Upon receiving the news, the two continued to call out to Masuda Seimasa, but there was no response from the other end, indicating that something terrible had happened to him.

Fear filled their hearts, and a rustling sound came from the grass not far away.

Ignoring everything else, they reflexively fired a burst of bullets in that direction.

A series of dull thuds came, as if something special had been hit.

Immediately afterwards, the air distorted, and a non-human creature appeared before them.

"What the hell is this?!"

The two fired wildly in that direction, and the monster dodged left and right. Then, it leaped up, used the tree trunk next to it for leverage, and launched itself into the air. In mid-air, it drew a spear with a ghostly blue glow from its back.

The spear drew a sharp arc and pierced straight through the chest of one of the men.

The other person's eyes widened in horror, his legs went weak, and a surge of heat rose from his lower body.

He was very rich; he used his money to buy the virginity of innocent girls, to buy other men's wives, and to buy the lives of some people.

But when faced with this unknown creature, money is completely useless.

He didn't care whether the other person understood or not:

"Spare me...spare me!! I'll give you anything you want!"

The monster ignored everything and slashed at his leg with its long sword.

Intense pain shot through his brain, and his single leg could no longer support his weight, causing him to collapse to the ground instantly.

He was then stabbed in the neck, the hot blade emerging from the back of his neck, accompanied by a burning pain, mixed with the intense agony of the piercing wound and a feeling of suffocation.

The man could only feel his life slipping away bit by bit.

The number of people I can contact within the channel is decreasing.

Frank Collins's expression gradually became serious.

The way those people made before they died gave him a strong sense of crisis.

Is Death not a human, but a monster?

Some people even say it's aliens?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be a smokescreen!

The woods suddenly darkened, the calls of the unknown birds overhead stopped, and something in the distance startled them with a series of flapping wings.

Frank tightened his grip on the gun. He glanced at Mizuno Yoshitoshi beside him, the congressman who usually spoke eloquently in parliament, whose hand was trembling as he held the gun.

Mizuno Kōtoshi's lips turned pale.

He wields so much power, and he hasn't enjoyed it enough yet; he doesn't want to die.

In the distance, two unidentified round objects were thrown over.

Frank raised his gun and fired, hitting one of them. Blood exploded instantly, splattering all over the two men.

The object rolled to their feet.

These were actually the heads of their companions, all with their eyes open, looking as if they had died with their eyes wide open, having endured immense fear in life.

This scene instantly turned their faces pale, and they felt a wave of nausea.

"Who goes there? Show yourself!"

Frank kept firing at the direction from which the head had flown.

When he finished a magazine, he quickly changed it.

The two heard hurried footsteps approaching, but they couldn't see anyone at all.

The next second, that terrifying face appeared out of thin air in front of them, less than half a meter away.

He held a curved knife about half an arm's length in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade flashed.

Frank reacted quickly and rolled away to avoid it, but Mizuno was not so lucky. His left arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut surface charred black. He screamed and fell to the ground, his right hand instinctively grabbing at the severed area, blood gushing out from between his fingers like a spring.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

Frank finally finished reloading, raised his gun, and continued firing at the monster.