Borrowing your head to heat up the atmosphere (first order requested)

What a terrible murderous aura!

The on-site commander was covered in cold sweat. He was not a rookie who had never seen blood.

He retired from the Self-Defense Forces and transferred to the Metropolitan Police. When he was young, he also participated in peacekeeping operations overseas and saw many American soldiers in the Middle East.

Many of these American soldiers have killed people.

What remains fresh in the commander's memory is a soldier who was deported back to his country for killing more than 20 local civilians.

He felt that the soldier with indifferent eyes was something wearing human skin, but the masked weirdo in front of him made him feel even more terrifying.

Just by facing each other like this, you can feel how different the life levels of the two sides are, and how many undead souls have died in his hands!

How many people has this masked weirdo killed?

Fifty? One hundred?

Or more…

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The commander put his hands behind his back as if facing a formidable enemy, and made complicated gestures repeatedly. Some experts and auxiliary personnel without combat capabilities on the scene hurriedly evacuated. Other SATs and police officers also dropped their spider silk guns and drew out their weapons.

Comes with a gun.

"Does Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was so powerful back then, only have this little power left? Unfortunately, I have also consumed some precious spiritual power and awakened the remaining souls sleeping in the weapons. I am really disappointed."

The masked weirdo turned his head towards the Minamoto no Laikou weapon, which had lost its body and still had bits of phosphorus fire. He swung his steel tail and struck directly at it, chopping the weapon into pieces.

But the commander could no longer care about the thousand-year-old national treasure and the legendary extraordinary equipment.

His attention has been attracted by the words of the masked weirdo.

Listening to these words, the resurrection of Minamoto Yorimitsu Onmyoji was not the work of that fat onmyoji.

It wasn't because the weapon noticed the evil spirit coming from the nearby Sato Nakaguya.

But he was awakened by this masked weirdo.

"What on earth is going on? What is your relationship with Minamoto no Yorimitsu?"

The masked weirdo finally looked over, his eyes cold.

"I have already said that it is meaningless for a dead person to know so much..."

Listening to the undisguised murderous intent in the words, the commander made a decisive decision and gave up the possibility of negotiation.

"Everyone shoot!"

Suddenly, a hail of bullets rained down.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

And the masked weirdo swung the huge steel tail behind him, dancing so hard that a needle couldn't be inserted into the water, and all the bullets were blocked.

"It's over, then it's my turn!"

After the wave of shooting ended, the steel tail stabbed straight towards the commander.

Although the commander was over forty years old, he was more agile than a young man. He rolled around like a donkey and escaped.

But a middle-aged police officer with a beard behind him was not so lucky. He was wrapped in a steel tail and lifted into the air!

"Damn it, I need to save people!"

The commander raised his right hand high and swung it sharply to the right.

The next moment, a reflection flashed across the ten-story office building eight hundred meters away, and an armor-piercing bullet hit the masked weirdo in the forehead with lightning speed!

"clang!"

The image of his head exploding like a rotten watermelon did not appear. The commander saw with his own eyes a handful of sparks of more than ten centimeters erupting from the head of the masked weirdo.

Where the masked weirdo was shot in the forehead, there was no blood, but a shallow crater appeared, and a crack opened to the bottom of the eye.

"It can't even be penetrated by a sniper rifle. What kind of monster is this? Are extraordinary people really human?" The commander couldn't help but feel frustrated and desperate.

"It's actually a sniper rifle!"

Uchiha Ming, who was sitting inside Fei Liuhu and controlling the puppet, was also a little surprised.

However, I was relieved to find that the Fei Liu Hu was only slightly damaged and not penetrated.

Fei Liuhu is indeed the proud work of the Red Sand Scorpion. It is used to protect the fragile body of the puppet master, and its defensive power is indeed amazing.

"There were six people in the helicopter in the sky, 37 people at the scene, nine people in nearby residences, and 23 people outside the street."

Uchiha Ming closed his eyes and murmured to himself.

He is not a perceptive ninja, and ordinary people like the Metropolitan Police Department do not have chakra for him to perceive. Uchiha Naru uses the newly obtained spiritual technique to sense nearby souls to judge the number of people.

The art of spiritualization can separate the spirit and the body, allowing the soul to travel regardless of distance, enter the spiritual world of others, seize control of the body, or cause others to collapse and die.

Under the perception of spiritual transformation, it is clear how many people are nearby.

Not only that, you can even 'see' the quality of your soul.

The souls of most people in the Metropolitan Police Department are like beating candles, all of an ordinary yellow and white color, either dark or bright, but there are also a few people whose souls are stained with black mud, blood, and a filthy atmosphere.

For example, this middle-aged police officer was wrapped around Fei Liuhu's tail.

Uchiha Ming was a little curious as to why the color of the soul was different, so he specially captured him.

The middle-aged police officer with a beard was still terrified in mid-air. The next moment his eyes turned white and he came into a pure white spiritual world.

While he was wondering, a young man with three magatama in his eyes appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"What's your biggest personal secret?"

"My father was killed by me. Twenty years ago, when I was in college and I owed gambling debts, the old man refused to pay me back, so I strangled him to death in anger. With the help of my mother,

Next, disguised as suicide..."

The middle-aged police officer said blankly:

"Eleven years ago, when I was looking for a female student to be my father, she found the business card in her suit and wanted to blackmail me, so I tricked her into going to the countryside, killed her and buried her body."

"Seven years ago..."

"Enough!"

Uchiha Ming withdrew from the mental world of a middle-aged police officer and couldn't help but shake his head.

The Metropolitan Police Department is still as incompetent as ever. Not only did it fail to discover his crime, but it also allowed such a scumbag to sneak into the team. It seems that Japan is the real pill.

It's unlucky for you to meet me. If I borrow your head, I'll treat it like waste.

The commander saw Fei Liuhu suddenly becoming still. Although he was a little confused, he also knew that this was an excellent opportunity.

"Evacuate, everyone evacuate the scene!"

Immediately arrange for the police officers on the scene to evacuate. Even a sniper rifle cannot penetrate the monster's head. It is useless for ordinary police officers to stay at the scene.

The SAT must be replaced with heavy weapons on vehicles outside.

And only by freeing up space can the armed helicopters in the sky be free to shoot and fire.

However, there are still hostages...

"Officer Kamikita, please hold on, we will definitely save you!"

The commander shouted a few times, and the next moment he saw the steel tail twisted, and the sharp edge cut the man into eight pieces.

This grand drama has not reached its climax yet, this is just to heat up the atmosphere first.
Chapter completed!