RNP Chapter 71 Neon
Chapter 71 Neon
The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the man's forehead, but there was no fear in the man's golden pupils, only undisguised anger.
The wooden floorboards creaked under the weight of the two objects, but no one paid any attention to it at the moment.
"What bad luck! I'm on vacation and this happens. Tell me, where did you get your evolution potion?!" A complaining voice rang out.
The man holding the other man down was a cold-looking man wearing a black trench coat and thin-rimmed glasses. His face was pale, and he looked like he was recovering from a serious illness.
The man who was pinned down did not reply, but only let out bursts of roars.
"Don't waste your time, Crow. He's lost his mind and turned into a ghost." Just then, the door was pushed open, and a burly man covered in blood strode in. He casually wiped the blood off the dagger in his hand with the corner of his trench coat.
He was holding a large Nepalese katana.
This curved sword has been tested by blood and fire, and in some situations it is even more effective than a gun.
"Damn it, I spent so much time building up my emotions," the crow grumbled, then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A gunshot rang out, and at such close range, the bullet easily ripped open the man's skull. Thick, red and white filth splattered everywhere.
But the two were not afraid at all of this scene, which could be described as terrifying even in horror movies. Instead, they each lit a cigarette with great interest.
It was as if killing a living person was nothing more than killing a rabbit while hunting.
That's indeed the case, as they are executives of the Japanese branch's executive bureau.
In a sense, they are the police of the mixed-race world, and the man they just saw was the wanted criminal they were hunting.
"Miyamoto Hiko, nice name, but unfortunately he died young." The crow shook its head as it puffed out smoke and looked at the man's gradually cooling corpse on the ground.
The other party's luck was quite bad. You should know that every mixed-race person with unstable bloodlines is under the strict surveillance of their family.
Miyamoto Hiko was no exception.
However, one day, he escaped his residence, broke free from his family's surveillance, and disappeared into the streets and alleys of Japan.
If nothing unexpected happens, the other party will be able to hide for a while while the enforcement bureau is still unaware. Unfortunately, unable to suppress the dragon blood within him, he committed several heinous murders in this small town on the outskirts of the mountains.
The victim's death was extremely tragic.
This caught the attention of Crow and his group, who were also vacationing in the town. Based on their years of experience, they judged that this must be a ghost on the verge of falling into depravity.
Therefore, based on the traces left by the other party, they found him before the police arrived.
Although the result was somewhat unexpected, it turned out that there was more than one ghost lurking in the house.
There were also many other high-risk hybrids who had escaped their families' surveillance and fled to this supposedly safe house; of course, they have all been dealt with by now.
Do not doubt the strength of the elite officers of our Executive Bureau. So what if they choose to voluntarily fall into demonhood? They are demon slayers after all.
The two walked out of the rather old-fashioned wooden detached house, chatting and laughing.
Several local thugs with dragon and tiger tattoos gathered outside the house, looking at the two big shots who were supposedly from Tokyo with awe.
Although they were assigned to clean up the mess, all they could do was pour gasoline cans into the entire house.
These tough guys, who used to run rampant in the countryside, were now as docile as domesticated yellow dogs.
"Honestly. I have to work even on my vacation. Can I apply for overtime pay?" Crow complained, flicking his nearly extinguished cigarette butt behind him.
The cigarette butt fell into the grease, and in an instant, the weak flame turned into a raging inferno, setting the entire house ablaze in just a few breaths.
Amidst the fearful gazes of the thugs, Crow and his companion opened the door of the van parked by the roadside.
"Why did it take so long?" The woman with a single ponytail, sitting in the driver's seat, spoke in a cold voice.
"Oh, you'll have to ask Yaksha about that. I found the target right away." The crow immediately shifted the blame to Yaksha.
"Hehe." Yaksha chuckled dryly. "I just got a little itchy. Sorry, really sorry."
He showed no remorse whatsoever, and coupled with his blood-stained appearance, he looked like a psychopathic killer making a confession before being arrested.
Sakura Yabuki frowned slightly, but ultimately didn't say anything more, after all, this was an unexpected mission.
According to the original plan, the four of them should be in the deep mountains now, finishing their day's hunting and having a barbecue around the fire.
Since it was a temporary assignment and the mission had already been completed with all the ghosts eliminated, she, as the temporary commander, couldn't say much.
He started the car, the taillights of the black van lit up, and then it sped away like a cannonball.
The two Yasha were almost thrown out before they had even fastened their seatbelts.
"Hey! Sakura! Are you taking revenge on me?" Crow said discontentedly. "So what if I tried to peep at you while you were taking a shower and got caught? We've been comrades for years, it's not like I have to be so petty, is it?" As he spoke, he pulled open his trench coat.
"How about I let you see it back now, and we'll be even?"
The Yaksha sitting to the side grabbed him with one hand.
"Damn it, you dare to show off a body like that? You should be looking at mine. Do you even know what an eight-pack is?"
The two started arguing again as they talked.
Sakura Yabuki had absolutely no intention of paying attention to these two clowns, but considering the message her young master had just sent, she had no choice but to speak up.
"You two shut up."
The van fell silent. Yaksha and Crow both dropped their carefree smiles, because when the other was usually this serious, it meant something important was going on.
"The young master has already returned to Tokyo. He told us to hurry over there after we've settled things here."
"So soon? I wanted to go into the mountains and have some fun." Yaksha scratched his head.
But the crow retorted, "What kind of time is this to be thinking about hunting?" He looked at Sakura and asked seriously, "Has something happened to the main family?"
The young master they were talking about really was the young master, the future heir of this huge underworld family.
Their relationship with Sakura and the young master was not merely that of superior and subordinate. In ancient times, they would have been death warriors who would have shielded the young master from swords and blades.
Now that the young master has suddenly returned to Tokyo without a word and urgently summoned them, something must have happened.
Sakura Yabuki understood what the crow hadn't said, but she simply shook her head.
"It's not a big deal, but an important matter."
"The academy has sent someone."