Tokyo, Saitama Prefecture.

The Third Research Institute is located here, surrounded by mountains.

In this golden autumn season, everything is withering. The withered yellow leaves cannot bear the loneliness and go away with the autumn wind, and then are ruthlessly thrown away, and finally fall on the soil.

The institute is surrounded by walls and has a spacious courtyard with a three-story rectangular building in the middle.

There are two sentries standing guard at the door.

Zhibo stayed in the control room, looking at the scenes around him. There was a machine gun and two ammunition boxes next to him.

This prosthetic body was built according to the highest human standards.

He is vulnerable when fighting against a virtual enemy. He can still do it while carrying two ammunition boxes and a portable machine gun.

Perfectionists are not Hollows and Shinigami, they are visible human beings. As long as they aim correctly, machine guns can still shatter their bodies.

Nothing unusual today.

Shiba Isshin stretched, and a voice came from the intercom, "Isshin, come to my office."

"oh."

Zhibo replied with all his heart, stood up from his seat, left the control room, walked a few steps to the opposite door, reached out and turned the door handle.

Kurosaki Masaki stood at the table.

Kimura Keiichi sat on the swivel chair and said: "Just now, the higher-ups said that we are required to move the Perfect Master to the new research institute."

"I refused. Soon, the Perfectionists will come in person."

Shiba Isshin frowned and said, "What if they use the power of the Self-Defense Forces or the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Don't worry, Perfectionists don't want to expose themselves to the public. In their eyes, I am another ant that can be easily crushed to death."

Kimura Keiichi was not worried about that possibility. He crossed his fingers and said, "I'm only worried about one thing: can you deal with the Perfection Technique here? Can the Death Captain support this place in time?"

Masaki Kurosaki blinked and said, "No problem, I can be here with just one phone call. Don't call me in a hurry. Wait until something goes wrong before calling."

If you guessed wrong, or if you can handle it, there is no need to trouble Shiraishi.

If that doesn't work, call again. With that person's speed, he can definitely get there in time.

Kimura Kei nodded and said: "Okay, you hide at the door. I think the Wansenjutsu practitioner will probably come here pretending to be someone from a certain department."

"Um."

Kurosaki Masaki and Shiba Isshin turned around and left.

Kimura Kei's eyes darkened slightly. The transfer order was issued by the Prime Minister and was approved by the Chief Cabinet Secretary and the Minister of State.

It is equivalent to both the light and dark parties in power making a unanimous decision.

Is it possible for a master of the Perfection Technique to hide so deeply?

Or is it the ability to control the prime minister and ministers?

If this is the case, it is really terrible.

Kimura Keiichi leaned back, took out a chocolate bar, tore open the package and took a bite.

Try your best and do everything you can. It depends on them whether they succeed or fail.

Time passed quietly for more than ten minutes.

A black car came outside the institute. The sentry did not fire. The license plate was reserved for cabinet ministers.

As the special car approached, the sentry guarding outside stepped forward and said respectfully: "What can I do for you?"

"This is a document signed by the Chief Cabinet Secretary. All affairs of this institute are now under the management of me, Jack Tristan."

The car window rolled down, revealing a foreign woman sitting in the back seat. She had brown skin and short hair that covered her ears.

She wore a black military cap with a transparent silk scarf hanging from the brim, covering the right half of her face.

Her ordinary appearance added a bit of charm. She wore a white fluffy scarf around her neck, and her chest was very plump in line with people's impression of foreigners' development.

What surprised the sentry was that this man seemed to be wearing black stockings with suspenders over his white trousers, and it looked like he even had his shoes on.

Avant-garde art?

The sentry couldn't understand, but he felt that the woman dressed like this really made people want to pin her to the ground.

This is probably why he is able to hold important positions beside cabinet ministers at such a young age.

The sentry felt very sorry. He had an extra handle, otherwise he would not have stayed here as a soldier. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Open the door."

The iron gate slowly opened and the special car continued to move forward.

The moment he drove past the door, Tristan suddenly noticed something was wrong. He pushed his foot hard and jumped out of the roof of the car with a bang.

The orange-haired girl split the special car into two parts with one punch.

Tristan turned over and landed on the ground, "Trap..."

Before the special car exploded, the driver opened the door and hurriedly ran outside.

The sentry woke up and quickly pointed his gun at the driver and Tristan.

"You all stand down!"

Zhiba stood at the door and shouted to stop the stupid behavior of the two sentries.

Tristan pushed his foot hard, and the air wave formed by the sonic boom exploded.

Masaki Kurosaki was still looking forward, but someone had appeared behind her, and she raised her right foot and kicked it down.

boom!

There was a loud noise, the gray-green floor shattered, and the soil underneath was turned up by the huge force, forming a wave of soil several meters high.

Kurosaki Masaki emerged from the waves and tapped his feet on the ground twice before regaining his balance. His eyes were full of joy, "Great, it seems I can handle you well."

Tristan stepped on the dust, and water flowed from the long sling-shaped shoes, turning the dust on the ground into mud, making the shoes even dirtier.

Her ultimate skill is to bury shoes. As the name suggests, the dirtier the shoes, the more powerful the kick will be.

"I have really been underestimated, little girl, look at your fighting style, you are a Quincy, right? Why are you helping humans?"

"To stop your actions."

Kurosaki Masaki replied, and then said: "I don't want to be your enemy."

"Haha, you said to stop us at the same time, and at the same time said that you don't want to be our enemy. You have to say all the good and bad things by yourself."

Tristan sneered, still trying to dirty her shoes with his feet in order to exert more power.

Kurosaki Masaki explained: "The people who drove Hollow to the present world want to kill you to achieve some purpose. To prevent that from happening, I hope everyone can unite."

"ridiculous."

Tristan didn't want to continue listening to this little girl's nonsense, so he kicked his foot.

Kurosaki Masaki couldn't avoid it and directly used the static blood armor to defend.

Tristan cracked as soon as he wrote it down.

boom!

The entire institute shook, and the floor cracked with cracks. The two sentries with guns threw a dog so hard that they knocked out several teeth and made their mouths full of blood from the pain.

Tristan's eyes widened and he said in shock: "Impossible, you can actually take this attack with your body?"

Kurosaki Masaki chuckled, grabbed her feet, changed from the static blood suit to the dynamic blood suit, and picked her up on the spot.

A powerful whirlwind rose up around her, rolling up the dust. Tristan was unable to resist, and the invisible wind turned into chains to restrain her movement.
Chapter completed!