Sentinel

Chapter 270 Inside Asakusa Temple
Sensoji Temple is the temple with the longest history in Tokyo, and it is also a very popular tourist attraction. Nearly 3000 million people come here to take pictures every year, especially around New Year's Day, when there are huge crowds of pilgrims who come to worship.

Today, a long cordon was set up here, and the Metropolitan Police Department dispatched a large number of manpower to maintain order and security. Outside, reporters and citizens swarmed in, forming a raging tide.

The streets and roads around Sensoji Temple were all emptied and blocked. Black cars parked in front of this ancient temple with a long history like winding dragons. Many dignitaries in black suits got out of the cars, They were all mourners who came to pay their respects.

Luxury cars rained down on the wide streets. Apart from the relatives and friends of the Yashida family, there were also elites and celebrities from all walks of life. Even the governor (mayor) of Tokyo came in person to present wreaths and elegiac couplets. It is said that Mr. Prime Minister Taking time out of his busy schedule, he made a condolence call to Yashida Shingen, and prepared to award medals to comfort Yashida Ichiro for his outstanding achievements.

Such a sensational scene after a person's death is enough to prove how prominent the Yashida family is in this country.

Although 80.00% of the Japanese believe in Shintoism, Buddhist funerals are generally adopted after their deaths. The remains of Ichiro Yashida were placed in the middle hall of Sensoji Temple, and there were bursts of chanting in the main hall.

Logan got out of a black car. He had already booked a plane ticket, but the sudden death of Ichiro Yashida disrupted the plan. Reasonably, he had to wait until the funeral was over before he could leave.

Tycoons and celebrities from the business and political circles came to the scene one after another and entered the Sensoji Temple which had been blocked and emptied. On both sides of the gate imprinted with the four characters "Wind and Thunder God Gate", there were statues on both sides. It was the statue of King Ni who guarded Buddhism. lips; the other mighty and majestic, smashing evil.

A huge lantern weighing 670 kilograms hangs above the gate, which is very eye-catching. Following Yukio in a black kimono, Logan walks into Sensoji Temple step by step. The bodyguards on both sides of the road are upright and holding submachine guns, with a solemn look of vigilance.

Arriving between the pavilions deep in the courtyard, the men of the Yashida family were dressed in suits, the women were wearing kimonos, surrounded by monks in yellow cassocks and white hats, and Logan’s eyes were caught by Shishi The mighty armor next to Tian Shilang's portrait attracted him.

"That set of armor belongs to the Silver Warrior, and he will stand there forever guarding the soul of the elder." Xue Xu explained softly.

The silver samurai is the most powerful warrior in the Yashida family, like a legendary existence, no one has ever seen it with his own eyes.

Standing in the crowd, Logan frowned. Ever since he came to Tokyo, he fell into an indescribable confusion. A vague sense of danger wrapped around him, as if he was in a dark valley. The unknown danger is like being stared at by the coveted eyes of the hunter.

Logan's mind was full of chaotic thoughts. At this time, Yashida Ichiro's granddaughter Mariko, led by the monks, gradually came to kneel and bow in front of the portrait.

"Wait!" Logan inadvertently caught a glimpse of the hideous tattoo on the monk's arm.

His keen intuition drove him to go out ahead of the crowd. Regardless of the scolding of the bodyguards behind him, he grabbed the monk who was showing his flaws. Who knew that the other party directly pulled out the gun from the wide monk's robe, and the bullet with powerful kinetic energy shot directly through his lower abdomen. .

As if sparks had detonated the explosives, the crowd screamed in panic, and the gunshots erupted continuously for a while, and they were attacked by surprise. The bodyguards around them were shot and fell down. Robe, the fierce and ferocious blue and black tattoos are undoubtedly revealed.

If it had been different from usual, Logan would have faced the dense barrage of bullets, flashed a pair of Adamantium metal claws and charged forward to kill, but an inexplicable sense of weakness lingered all over his body. Walk.

The silver sharp claws pierced the flesh and blood. Logan took a few breaths and finally recovered a little strength. The Edman alloy claws pierced the chest of the gangster in front of him. He looked around and saw the chaos in Sensoji Temple, like a boiling oil pan. Voices and screams mixed with reverberation.

In his long career, Wolverine has never encountered this kind of situation, as if he was sick, his eternal energy, strong resilience, these innate talents all disappeared, as if they had never existed.

"What the hell happened to me?"

Logan cursed in a low voice. Seeing that Mariko was taken away by the bandits and was about to leave his sight, he immediately struggled to rush over, but was caught by a strong arm.

"I advise you to take a break." Sean supported the panting Wolverine, turned his head to look at the little girl in a baseball cap, "I'll leave it to you, be restrained, and don't make it too bloody."

Izumi Fangcun, who covered her eyes with short disheveled hair, curled her lips and trotted to catch up with the gun-wielding bandits who had killed them outside Sensoji Temple. She is now the "experimental material" under Umbrella's name. Gotta do some errands.

Thinking of the other party's promise, Fangcunquan's heart shone with a little light of hope. If he could get rid of his identity as a "ghoul" and return to a normal life, no matter how much he paid, it would be worth it.

"Why are you here?"

Logan squinted at the young man. He had gone back to school in time, and naturally he had heard a series of exaggerated and exaggerated legends about Sean, similar to punching Stryker, kicking Magneto, and talking about brotherhood This kind of ashes.

Like a crappy story in a third-rate manga.

"Be more or less respectful to your savior."

Holding the [-]-pound Logan in one hand, Sean walked in the Sensoji Temple like a leisurely stroll, but all gunmen standing in front of him were bounced off by the invisible force field.

The two walked through the chaotic crowd all the way to the five-storied pagoda in the south corner of the temple. This towering ancient pagoda was burned during the Tokyo air raid. It was the second tallest pagoda in Japan. The northeast corner was the famous Asakusa Shrine. Tokugawa Hidetada once enshrined his father Tokugawa Ieyasu here.

"Haven't you noticed? Logan, you are very weak now."

Sean looked at this strong and reckless man. Logan had lost three times in his life, family, ability, and life. If he hadn't intervened, this brave and fierce Wolverine would have lost his self-healing ability, and he was almost killed by his will. Tian Shilang took his life.

"Damn, how could this be?"

Logan leaned on the wooden beams of the five-storied pagoda, cold sweat gushed on his forehead, and the energy in his body dissipated.He looked up at Sean, his vision suddenly blurred, like a shaking lens, and finally cut directly to black.

"Rest first, you don't need to take care of the rest."

Sean looked up and saw that there were four sickles stuck on the top of the towering ancient tower. There were various strange theories, one was to seal the spirit of Prince Shotoku, and another legend When the sickle goes up, it is a good year, and when it goes down, it is a bad year.

"Yashida Ichiro faked his death to deceive everyone, and then deprived Logan of the self-healing factor to regain youth and life, while his son Yashida Shingen colluded with the gangsters and wanted to seize power in one fell swoop, the two parties were intriguing, and Hydra Eyeing like a tiger..."

The turbulent Tokyo seems to be shrouded in a huge cloud. According to Izumi Fangmura, the other two ghouls are wandering in the city under the night, constantly hunting, avoiding the pursuit of CCG.

"Then I will also appear on stage." The young man chuckled lightly.

A small figure stands under the towering ancient pagoda, and the maple leaves all over the mountain in the distance dance like fire.

(End of this chapter)