I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

In Iwata Takeshi's hands is the [Spiritual M21] sniper rifle equipped with a silencer.

Because it is a thermal weapon developed for supernatural beings with extremely flexible actions, the spiritual bullets equipped with this light sniper rifle do not emphasize the size of the caliber, but focus on the initial speed and penetration, so it is extremely slender.

At the intersection on the side where the two operators were fleeing, the newly arrived two groups took out silver silenced pistols from a distance and shot at the girl.

The silver-white pistols in their hands are also equipped with spiritual bullets that are thinner than ordinary bullets, which have a certain lethality to resentment and weirdness, and the storage capacity of the magazines is also higher than that of ordinary firearms.

She was hit by bullets in a row, but the girl didn't care, she took out a huge pair of long scissors from under the seductive skirt, and chased the two of them.

The bullet holes in her arm slowly gathered under the surging black resentment.

Just as Takeshi Iwata was about to fire again, the target suddenly disappeared from his scope like a teleportation.

"Not good... The target showed a lot faster than expected..."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the detectives fleeing in front suddenly felt as if his shoulders were caught in a vise.

He turned his head away, and his soul was suddenly swept away.

The girl who was in the distance a second ago appeared behind him and grabbed his shoulder tightly.

"Am I pretty?"

Throughout the encrypted channel of Lesson 9, the girl's low and hoarse questioning voice sounded.

"Hold her up... The principal will be here soon."

Hearing this, the detective whose shoulders were grabbed, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had made up a certain determination, and yelled at the other companion: "You go first, I will hold her back."

Instead of trying to escape, he turned around and took out the pistol against the girl's abdomen, firing three shots in a row.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer her question, the girl seemed to lose her patience, gently lifted the long hair beside her ear, and took off her mask...

Under the mask, there is a mouth covered with dark red blood scabs, which has been split to the base of the ears on both sides, only connected by a few sutures in the middle.

Through the blood scab, she could clearly see her complete gums and sharp teeth.

It is the urban legend that has been circulated in Japan for decades, the woman with a gaping mouth.

Opening her big **** mouth, the cracked woman smiled at the detective, and waved the giant scissors in her hand: "Then I'm... still beautiful?"

Even though he had been psychologically prepared, and witnessed the woman with a strong impact on her smile at close range, and her shoulders were grabbed by the other party and could not escape, the detective was still so frightened that his legs went weak.

Seeing that the detective was about to be slashed by scissors, a golden flame erupted from the woman's chest, and her movements slowed down.

Mochizuki Ayano, who arrived at an unknown time, stared at her golden left eye and looked at the target quietly.

[Hundred-eyed pupil technique - inflammation.

Taking this opportunity, Mochizuki Ayano threw the suitcase in her hand to the detective who was running ahead.

The agent immediately opened the lock on the box and took out the contents.

It was a rhombus-shaped irregular mirror fragment, reflecting a strange light in the moonlight.

Resentment - Fragment of the cloud outer mirror.

"Look away!"

The detective was also brave. After shouting loudly, he ran straight to the woman with the crack and turned the mirror of the fragment in his hand towards the other party.

At this moment, the flames on her body were just dispelled by the black resentment. She raised her head and saw herself in the mirror fragment.

The cracked girl in the mirror fragment, as if she had her own mind, smiled at her with a huge mouth full of dark red cigars, and tore off a few sutures.

"No...it's not me..."

Seeing herself in the mirror, the woman with a gaping mouth felt like she was struck by lightning. She let go of the detective's arm, her grievance escaped from her body, and there was a faint tendency to be unstable.

After the agent finished using the fragments of the cloud outer mirror, he immediately put away the box and retreated back as planned.

"Pretty sister, I fought with you..."

Taking this opportunity, under the influence of adrenaline secretion, the detective who had been grabbed by the shoulders and escaped death took out a silver grenade from his waist, pulled out a safety needle, and stuffed it into the big mouth of the rip woman. .

At the entrance of the grenade, the three immediately turned around and ran away.

[Spiritual Detective Grenade Type I], can detonate a considerable amount of spiritual damage, and one is enough to destroy ordinary resentful spirits.

Takeshi Iwata on the rooftop naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity and pulled the trigger at the same time.

The bullet was shot from the back of the cracked woman's head and pierced through her forehead, hitting the grenade accurately.

The grenade in the mouth of the woman who was standing still was detonated by the bullets at the same time, setting off a huge blue flame.

Under the explosion of the grenade, the entire huge mouth of the woman with the gap was greatly propped up by the explosion, and her forehead also had bullet holes penetrated by the sniper bullet.

The woman who was hit hard seemed to be still under the influence of the fragments of the cloud outside the mirror, and she stayed in place.

The detectives who came from the rear and the side immediately raised their guns and shot at her.

"Okay... each group on the ground, take turns to cover, continue to attack, and contain the target's actions!"

Seeing the success of the attacks, Iwata Takeshi was also overjoyed.

Immediately afterwards, his smile solidified on his face.

I saw the strong resentment surging from the woman with the crack ~www.novelmt.com~ like a pillar of fire, facing the hail of bullets, her wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No...Impossible...No information has shown that the woman with a gaping mouth has such a powerful healing ability..."

Iwata Takeshi said with a little absentmindedness.

Facing the hail of bullets, the woman with a gaping mouth who seemed to recover was unmoved, and she even put on her mask very elegantly before walking towards the direction of the few people.

"Attention, the woman in the gap has put on a mask again. It is suspected that the target locking rule was reset by the fragments of the cloud outside the mirror. At present, the closest me should be regarded as the primary target, and try to focus fire on the target's face as much as possible."

Mochizuki Ayano stood at the entrance of the alley and shouted at the communication.

I don't know if she cares about her appearance or her weaknesses, but she doesn't care about attacks on other parts of the woman's body.

But for the facial attack, she deliberately blocked it with her arms.

The two detectives had fled into the alley behind Mochizuki Ayano.

According to the previous battle plan, the police station had already blocked all traffic intersections on the periphery.

And not far from the alley, there will also be vehicles to pick up.

According to the original plan, no matter who the Kazuki girl's target is, the person who is the bait will use all means to escape to the connection point, use vehicles to evacuate at a high speed, and then others will take this opportunity to use the attack to delay the Kazakh girl's action.

And the detective who used the cloud outer mirror fragments also closed his eyes and entered the car with the help of his teammates, wearing a blindfold.

Just when everyone thought that Kazuchi girl would "question" Mochizuki Ayano in front of her again...

However, the girl with a gaping mouth suddenly accelerated unexpectedly, passed by Mochizuki Ayano, and disappeared from her sight as an afterimage.

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