I'm a God of Evil in Tokyo

"The existence of the entire Nakamura group is a disturbing factor no matter how you look at it, and it must be erased."

Baige's whispered soliloquy echoed in this empty spiritual temple.

In the unknown fog below, there seemed to be countless creatures surging. The sound of fighting, the roar of beasts, and the whispering of unknown creatures stirred up the entire fog, as if they were pleading for orders from Baige to go out.

In an understatement, Baige decided the demise of a polar organization that could be considered a powerful force in the Tokyo area.

Maybe even Baige didn't realize that his mentality was getting more and more beyond the scope of human beings.

Tapping the armrest lightly with his right hand, Bai Ge ignored the vision in the mist, but was thinking about how to make a move.

If it was just to erase the entire Nakamura group, it would be extremely simple given Baige's current strength.

The fear of the unknown, or the whispers of the ancient gods, can wipe out all the remaining ordinary people in the Nakamura group.

No matter how bad it is, Baige can use the space power method he just learned from Nakamura Jun to shout "Let the world feel the pain" like a circle-eyed Honkai face, and then take people to the ground. Pan completely.

Although this goal has been achieved, the consequences it can bring are unknown.

The means of unknown fear are only shown to the outside world by the little witch and the core of fear and distortion. It's a bit self-defeating.

After Baige made troubles, the authorities are still extremely sensitive to matters in the spirit world.

Bai Ge took the time to take a look over, and found that the first thing to do after getting rid of the weirdness was to imprison the street-crazy author Hao Ren Moyu in a small black room, and take turns to communicate with a group of experts on the setting of the spiritual world.

Yuan Shengming casually recounted the kerosene lamp, and forced a group of experts to brainstorm with the author for half an hour, listing the settings of tens of thousands of words, and deduced the power of the gods based on the kerosene lamp.

Bai Ge referenced it, and unexpectedly found that those settings were surprisingly logical, and he might still be able to use them someday.

A few words from Yuan Shengming can arouse a large group of people's crazy thoughts. If Baige left traces of suspected spirit creatures in the Zhongcun group, he might not want to involve most of the energy of the supernatural investigation department here.

Even if all the people are killed, Bai Ge has reason to believe that the state machine can find some clues.

As for the ancient gods whispering and making the world feel the pain, although it is not as exaggerated as the traces of the spirit world creatures, if you want to erase all the people in the Nakamura group, you will definitely be vigilant with the Supernatural Investigation Department.

A transcendent with unknown identity and unknown strength appeared in Tokyo and wiped out a Yakuza organization. It would be a ghost if it didn't cause reactions from all parties.

None of these methods is appropriate, and Baige feels that the main reason is that he lacks a shield that can stand on the bright side.

Chapter 121 Chapter 120 This World Needs Healing!

Not everyone can be a shield.

First of all, the shield must have the ability to stir up the situation, and secondly, it must at least be able to get to the bottom of its identity, and it must not have direct or indirect contact with itself.

After such a rule, there are really not many people who can meet the requirements.

Tapping the armrest with his index finger, Bai Ge's eyes were thoughtful.

"Since the cleanup starts from the Nakamura group, let's filter from those who are related to the Nakamura group!

Many people can see the movement that Nakamura Jun made before, and all hidden dangers must be eliminated as soon as possible. "

After the words fell, the spirit world temple fell into silence again.

Residential area of ​​the Nakamura group.

After greeting several members of the same team with a smile, Goto Mitsuki walked into his small room carrying a few trophies.

As soon as he entered the room, the smile on Goto Mitsuki's face disappeared instantly.

Seeing the full travel bag in his hand, Goto Mitsuki opened the bag with trembling hands, and one after another, plaster sculptures that looked like handicrafts were neatly taken out by Goto Mitsuki.

The remaining half of the bag was stuffed full of banknotes, Goto Mitsuki didn't even have the interest to take a look at it.

Looking around, Goto Mitsuki skillfully pulled out a thick cotton cloth from under the bed, and then pulled out a small hammer from the toolbox.

After wrapping the small plaster sculptures tightly with cotton cloth, Goto Mitsuki took out a hammer and smashed them hard on the sculptures.

The sculpture cracked at the sound, but due to the obstruction of the cotton cloth, the sound did not travel very far.

After flicking the cotton cloth, Goto Mitsuki kept searching for his target in the broken sculpture, turning over and over the pair of broken plaster pieces with trembling hands, but he didn't find any trace of the target he wanted to find.

"It doesn't matter, there are so many more, it must be inside!"

Goto Mitsuki kept talking to himself, the trembling voice was like the whine of a dying cub.

If other members of the Nakamura group see Goto Mitsuki's current appearance, they will definitely wonder if the person in front of them has been dropped.

As a yakuza organization, the most effective way for members of the lower ranks to advance to the upper ranks is to make themselves more fierce and ruthless than others!

Pure ferocity cannot make it to the top, but no one will deny the value of such a person.

Goto Mitsuki is one of the best.

More than a year ago, Mitsuki Goto, who came to Tokyo from the countryside, met a cadre of the Nakamura group while working in a bar, and was recruited into the Nakamura group by the cadre.

After that, Goto Mitsuki's reputation spread.

Goto Mitsuki's fortune was not based on ordinary small gangs fighting for territory.

For the Nakamura group, these are trivial matters. After all, all the sites in Adachi City belong to the Nakamura group's planning.

What Goto Mitsuki really came into contact with was the struggle with the Yakuza forces in other districts.

In the struggle, Goto Mitsuki is always the most vicious and frightening guy.

Originally, as long as the struggle between gangs did not rise to a certain level, they would almost never be killed, and at most they would be bloody and disabled.

But Goto Mitsuki was different, he didn't seem to have any respect for life at all, the people he fought with were either dead or maimed, and he alone could kill dozens of people with fear.

Relying on the Nakamura group behind him, Mitsuki Goto, who killed many times to show his ruthlessness, not only did not have an accident, but also made a lot of profits because of it, and was about to reach the middle-level position of the Nakamura group.

Many people secretly call him a Nakamura hyena, a bloodthirsty ghoul, and one can imagine what kind of image he has in people's minds.

But it is such a guy who is afraid of all members of the Zero Jidao organization, but when facing these sculptures, he shows an unimaginably vulnerable side.

The plaster sculptures were smashed one after another, and Goto Mitsuki's heart began to sink gradually.

Finally, after the penultimate sculpture was also smashed, only a plaster hand mold sculpture remained neatly arranged.

This sculpture is completely different from other sculptures with uneven workmanship. The slender palm is almost the same size as others, and the palm lines on the palm are clearly visible and lifelike.

Picking up the sculpture tremblingly, Goto Mitsuki did not knock the sculpture open with a hammer like before.

Taking out the file, Goto Guangxi carefully peeled off the shell of the palm sculpture layer by layer with the file.

Goto Mitsuki's demeanor is very focused, and his cautious movements are not at all like the Nakamura-gumi killer who can reap lives with a knife in his hand.

Finally, after peeling off the plaster on the surface with a file, a palm as white as jade appeared in front of Goto Mitsuki.

The slender and sensual palm seems to symbolize the most perfect proportions, the flesh and blood with a touch of crystal glistening with the color of white jade, the texture in the palm is like a mysterious and natural scroll, extremely exquisite.

This palm seems to have undergone some kind of treatment. Even though it is sealed in plaster, it still maintains a fresh color. The warm touch is not like a corpse that has been sealed for a year, but just picked from the hands of a beautiful girl. down.

Looking at the palms showing their true faces under the plaster, Goto Mitsuki finally stopped shaking his hands.

The low and hoarse tone came out of his mouth, as if filled with endless regret and nostalgia.

"elder sister!"

Shouting this title that he hadn't dared to speak for a year, Goto Mitsuki hugged this beautiful palm, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

After entering the Nakamura group for nearly a year, Goto Mitsuki recalled the beautiful girl's voice and smile in his mind for countless days and nights, and the flames of remorse and anger in his heart almost swallowed him up.

He wanted to rush into the headquarters building of the Nakamura Group countless times and die together with that senior cadre.

But rationality stopped him. Even if he died with that high-level cadre, he would only kill one of the murderers, and he would not be able to achieve the goal of real revenge.

He has many enemies, Takashi Yanagida, Qiyi Ito, Jun Aizawa...even the entire Nakamura group.

Some of these people are high-level cadres of the Nakamura Group, some are the sons of big chaebols, and even Aizawa Jun is a high-ranking extraordinary person.

The plaster statue of Venus with a broken arm made of Goto Mitsuki's sister's body is said to still be placed in his mansion for countless people to visit.

Only his arms and palms were considered redundant by him, and he made several "small objects" and gave them to others.

Every time I think of this, Goto Mitsuki resents the injustice of the heavens and the injustice of the gods.

Why can such a person become an extraordinary person and act recklessly.I don't know how many people lost their families because of his one word, one ridiculous idea.

Being born together as human beings, why can the general public become a part of human society, while extraordinary people like Aizawa Jun and Nakamura Jun can surpass ordinary human beings and all living beings.

Just because they are extraordinary?Just because they have powers beyond the mundane?

Powerful power coupled with intricate relationships gives them the capital to release their desires wantonly, ignoring the multitude of beings that make up this society.

Among them, no one can stand in front of the stage to refute them, either because of strength or because of the relationship behind them, and no one is willing to touch the interests of more people for the lives of a few ordinary people.

The society, which was originally deformed and bloated due to the control of the major chaebols, became even more sick after the emergence of extraordinary people.

"This world needs healing, don't you think so? Sister!"

Goto Mitsuki gently rubbed his face against the perfect palm, muttering to himself with blank eyes.

ps: Kawenka's head is a little bit fried.Watch the situation update tonight, at least three chapters, normally four chapters.What's missing will be made up tomorrow

Chapter 122 Chapter 120 The Snake of Eternal Reincarnation Wrapping the World

At this moment, Goto Mitsuki was awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

Looking at the perfect palm held in his palm, Mitsuki Goto realized what he said at that time.

"I haven't seen my sister for so long that I am so happy that I have a second-year illness?"

Goto Mitsuki smiled self-deprecatingly, and stuffed the garbage on the ground under the bed.

When he was about to wrap his palm with that piece of cloth and hide it in a secret place, Goto Mitsuki suddenly hesitated.

"We won't be separated again, sister!"

While speaking solemnly, Goto Mitsuki put this perfect palm on his chest, then put on his coat and zipped it up.

Because the palm is very petite and slender, and Goto Mitsuki has a strong figure, the extra palm on the chest under the cover of the coat is not noticeable at all.

At this moment, the door continued to come from a slightly impatient knock on the door, which was accompanied by shouts.

"Goto, open the door!"

Goto Mitsuki frowned.