I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Under the radiance of the six locomotive headlights, Sousuke Araki, who was dressed strangely and had three cigarettes in his mouth, turned against the lights, his expression was gloomy, his brows and the tip of his nose were wrinkled together, and he was constantly puffing out smoke.

"Brother Araki, are these three guys?"

Standing behind Sosuke Araki, the man in the same peculiar attire asked.

"How many of you, dare to make trouble for Brother Araki?"

"It caused me to come out in the middle of the night. I must torture these boys to death."

Several other men followed suit.

"Convenience store clerk, do you think we'll be scared if we call in three more people?"

Perhaps it was the weapons in their hands that gave them courage, and the two behind Natsume Kikuto took up their weapons on alert, looking like they were ready to fight.

Sousuke Araki sucked out the cigarette in his hand, squatted on the ground and rubbed the cigarette butt.

"I don't know who the clerk-san is. I'll be called Diablo, just a passing demon king who will destroy the world by the way."

Natsume Kikuto immediately retorted: "Huh? You are obviously the clerk of that convenience store. You are not professional at all."

"And these are my subordinates, the deputy devil Baal, the king of hatred Mephisto, the king of sin Azmodan, the king of lies Beliel, the king of pain Duriel... Queen of grief Andariel has something to do today not coming."

Ignoring the opponent's rebuttal, Sousuke Araki continued to introduce the men behind him.

Following his introduction, a few men behind him, dressed in extremely shabby clothes and with sharp eyes, stepped forward one by one, looked at the three of them with the eyes of the lamb to be slaughtered, and began to talk at length.

"If you kill these guys, will you drop golden items?"

"The Rampage has no female members... The Queen of Grief may be vacant for a long time..."

"Wait, why can't I only be the deputy Demon King Baal, obviously these clothes are my precious collection..."

The man dressed as "Bal" beside Sousuke Araki immediately retorted with a strong Fukuoka accent.

"Who made you just the second child of the Big Three...Ahem, don't care about those details, Gong Xing."

"What are you talking about? A convenience store clerk in the mere arrogance. You have to dare to do something to the three of us. We will immediately press the send button and send the photo, so that you won't be able to get along in the convenience store."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Natsume Kikuto immediately took out his mobile phone and pointed at Sousuke Araki, and the other two also took a slap at him with their mobile phones.

A man beside Araki Sosuke moved very quickly from the back of his belt and took out a dark object, pressing it against the forehead of the red-haired Natsume Kikuto.

"There are really not many young people who dare to shout with our phoenix runaway group recently..."

It was a Glock pistol.

For the first time in their lives, they were pointed at by a black muzzle, and the three of them were like frogs stared at by poisonous snakes.

Fine beads of sweat, like a fountain, generally slide down his forehead.

Although they are in the remote Araki area, they have also heard the name of the "Phoenix Rampage Group".

The Phoenix Runaway Group is the largest runaway group in Tokyo. It is different from the for-profit pole organization, and is closer to the entertainment nature of the "illegal biker club".

Although, most of the members of the berserker group are not engaged in any legitimate business in private.

"Hey, Gong Xing, take the gun back first, Tokyo is different from your hometown in Fukuoka."

"Then... just cut the little finger with a knife?"

"It's all different."

Sousuke Araki stepped forward and suppressed the gun in the hand of the man named "Miyako".

"Then...that...it's a society ruled by law now. Everyone should talk about civilization. Clerk Sang, I was joking with you during the day..."

Seeing that the situation seemed to be turning for the better, the red-haired man named Natsume Kikuto immediately sneered and explained to Araki.

"Yeah, yeah, we're just kidding you, we didn't plan to send out the photo at all... We'll go to the convenience store and explain that it's just a friendly prank..."

The two companions behind him also nodded in agreement, like chickens pecking at rice.

"It's too late..." Araki Sousuke lowered his head and whispered with a low expression.

"what?"

"I said... Thanks to you... That five-good young man named Sousuke Araki can't get along at the convenience store... He has been fired."

Breathing out a large mouthful of smoke, Sousuke Araki raised his head and said.

In the smog, the three seemed to really see the Demon King crawling out of hell.

"The apocalypse has come, everyone must repent for their sins..."

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Two hours later.

On the Senju Bridge.

The sound of the locomotive "boom boom boom" is endless.

"Cough cough cough... vomit..."

The bruised, blood-stained **** of the delinquent teenagers, whose clothes had long since disappeared, were tied to the heads of three high-speed motorcycles with ropes like Jesus, and the vomit from their mouths kept blowing into the wind. flying on themselves.

The Sanliang motorcycle, which originally had a speed of over 180KM, passed the bridge deck and stopped in front of Sosuke Araki, who was squatting on the ground with an extremely gorgeous tail flick.

"The wind resistance of these three guys tied to the front is too great, and they can't stand up at all." The riding "Mephitos" complained.

"How is it, the fresh air by the Sumida River is very good, you should breathe a little more... It is said that there are often scary creatures such as Venusians, Kappa, men and women and heirs of consortiums under the bridge. If you don't stand up tonight. If you pass the [High Speed ​​Flick] project, you won't be able to go home."

"Ugh... Brother Araki, please..."

Natsume Kikuto spit out his stomach acid on his underwear and said inarticulately.

He had no more to vomit, and vowed never to ride a motorcycle for the rest of his life.

"I said, my name is Diablo."

"Diabolosan, we will die if we continue like this..."

The red-haired high school student Kikuto Natsume who gave up completely collapsed to the point of crying.

The three of them resisted a little before, and after being subdued by the berserkers without any suspense, they were tied to the front of the car and performed stunt driving back and forth on the Senju Bridge Highway.

Although the air near the Sumida River is indeed very fresh, but when the locomotive was driving at high speed, they opened their mouths but couldn't take a single breath.

"Huh? Why am I willing to just kill you guys like this, the guy who caused the handsome young man to lose his job, and there are still projects like [Burning Tire Burning Chrysanthemum] and [Plasma Tornado Destroying Heads] waiting for you..."

Squatting outside the bridge guardrail with a cigarette in his mouth, Sousuke Araki said to the "Jesus Trio" tied to the locomotive.

"You...you are a serious convenience store clerk, how could UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com treat customers like this..."

"Convenience store clerk? Thanks to the three, that convenience store clerk's excellent part-time experience in 71 convenience stores for 5 years has been smeared with irremovable stains... He could have become the general manager of 71 convenience stores in the Kanto area, I just took the first step in my career, and you ruined it... Ruined it!!"

Araki Sousuke, who was hit on the sore spot, has completely lost his mind. Just like Diablo who entered the third stage, he showed his sharp teeth and kept poking the three of them with the "Diablo" horn on his head.

"Tap... It won't be easy to get rid of them later... The weather has been hot recently, and it's very troublesome to dismember the corpses..."

The man named "Deputy Demon King Bar", named Ichimoto Miyako, comforted him with a peacemaker expression.

But his thick Fukuoka accent and guilt-filled lines made the hearts of the three of them even colder.

Just when Sousuke Araki was raging on the Senju Bridge, the usually quiet Kuramae apartment became lively in the middle of the night.

Across the corridor, you can hear the sound of children playing, adults talking, and TV broadcasts from each room, full of lively life.

The door of the room kept opening with a "dumbling", and with the sound of "dumbling" footsteps, there seemed to be invisible people walking in the empty corridor.

And the frog juice that Sosuke Araki put on the door with a sticky note, disappeared one after another out of thin air as the door opened.

Under the moonlight, the black iron gate leading to the rooftop was still as deep as an abyss, as if the moonlight had been sucked in.

A trace of grievances that could not be observed on ordinary days surged out from each room and slowly gathered on the black iron door.

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