"Where is he?"
"The Ronin is after Sasuke, kill him!"
“Go to hell!”
. . . . . . . .
The sound of gunshots, screams, and blades cutting through bodies... intertwined into an intoxicating symphony.
"I have no grudge against you, why do you have to kill me?"
When all the others died tragically and only the leader was left, he couldn't help but question.
"Half of the people on this planet died, but sinners like you survived. You will never have the chance to kill innocent people again. Tonight, I will kill you."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of a knife, and the two men switched positions, standing back to back.
Among them, a man dressed as a ronin slowly sheathed his sword. With a thud, the gang leader behind him fell to the ground with his head and body separated!
Suddenly, heavy rain fell from the sky, as if washing away the sins of the city.
However, just as the ronin was about to leave, dense footsteps suddenly came from both ends of the street.
Nearly a thousand gangsters armed with various guns, knives and other weapons quickly surrounded him in the center.
It turns out that these people were just baits released to lure out the elusive ronin who had killed countless people!
Because they don't want to follow in the footsteps of their friends in Tokyo.
Now the rumors about Tokyo have become a horrifying taboo. Anyone who doesn't believe in it and wants to find out the truth will never come out alive.
However, the guy in front of him was obviously a ronin warrior with higher combat power. Now he couldn't escape even if he had wings, so he was nothing to be afraid of!
"kill!"
Without any nonsense, nearly a thousand people rushed forward with murderous intent!
The ronin indifferently drew out his samurai sword again. Although he seemed to be in a desperate situation, he would not give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
It's just a 1VS1000 slaughter. If you want to kill me, come on!
But at this moment, a strong smell of blood and shrill screams came from the back at the same time.
"Although the quality is a little worse, the quantity is still large, which saves me a lot of time."
A familiar voice made the ronin who was under siege focus his eyes and look into the distance subconsciously.
"Thunder Purgatory!"
The bright and dangerous lightning turned into a sky net, instantly catching all the enemies in front of it!
There was no chance to react, no possibility of escape, only the sweet smell of charred barbecue.
When fighting in the city, [Spicy Red Chili] can fully exert its maximum power, especially after being charged in the socket created by [Goddess Bastie]. The ability of [Spicy Red Chili] has transformed from pure electricity into a more powerful electromagnetic force, but it does not require so much trouble to deal with these wastes.
"Dio?"
When the man holding a black umbrella walked up to him, stepping over the corpses on the ground, the ronin was stunned for a moment, then called out the name.
As for the gangsters on the other side, they were almost scared out of their wits. They turned around and ran without thinking, and while running, they were still shouting: "It's the Tokyo Devil, the Tokyo Devil is coming! Run away!"
Tokyo Devil
An ugly title.
"Wait a minute, the garbage should be returned to the dump."
Besides... rainy days are perfect for thunder and lightning, aren't they
The crackling lightning rushed over in an instant. It was completely futile to escape. Maybe if Quicksilver was still alive, he could try, but these rubbish...
The moisture in the air cut off their last chance of escape. The [Spicy Red Pepper] transformed into lightning, just like a beautiful elf dancing, leaping around wantonly.
A chain of lightning made the aroma of meat in the air even stronger, and even the rain in front of him couldn't wash it away.
"I feel a little hungry suddenly, why don't you buy me a drink?"
From beginning to end, Dio didn't even lift a finger, and he quickly killed nearly a thousand people, and reaped a rich harvest. None of these sinful souls were wasted, and were all "eaten" by the [World].
The ronin's eyes swept across the corpses on the ground and finally fell on Dio. He put the samurai sword into the scabbard, put on his hood again, and nodded.
In an abandoned house, the table was filled with various packaged foods as well as beer and whiskey. The two men sat face to face, and no one spoke for a while.
Looking at the lifeless person in front of him, Dio sighed in his heart, then opened the whiskey and poured two glasses. Then he rubbed two ice cubes with his fingers and they fell into the glass with a crisp sound.
After pushing one of the cups to the other party, he couldn't help but say: "This thing is hard to find in Japan, especially in this situation."
"I just picked it up at the supermarket. There's plenty more if you want to drink."
After thinking about it, the ronin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He had always wanted to get drunk, but he didn't want to fall into depravity like this. He wanted to stay sober. He wanted to save his wife and children. He didn't want his hands to tremble when he drew the bow at some point.
So, just this one cup, just this one cup is enough!
For this... friend.
Hawkeye chewed the ice vigorously and turned the wine glass upside down on the table.
Dio immediately understood what he meant. This was the cup he had promised.
"You are still so self-disciplined, Patton."
"Too much alcohol would numb my nerves, reduce my reaction speed, and make my hands shake when I aim, which is too fatal for an agent."
"Agent? I think you've retired twice."
"Yes, but every time there is a reason that I can't let go, so I pick up my weapon and join the battle again. Maybe I shouldn't have retired from the beginning, then maybe many things wouldn't have happened."
Barton said self-deprecatingly, his eyes a little blurry. Although it was only one glass, he was already a little drunk.
"Believe me, everything can still be salvaged. When the time is right, I will come to you again."
Dio drank the wine in the glass, stood up and said.
"How long do we have to wait?" Patton asked after a moment of silence.
“I don’t know, maybe soon, maybe it will take a few years.”
"I see." Barton nodded, not knowing what he was thinking, and then suddenly asked, "Are you the Tokyo Devil?"
"It's just killing some bugs. You're not the only one who needs to vent."
“This country is degenerating very quickly.”
"I know, otherwise Steve and the others would have come to trouble me a long time ago."
"No, I mean, you took my job, man."
Dio was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "You are right, but you are too inefficient. I don't have the patience to wait for you. That's it, let's go."
"A bastard!"
After Dio left, Barton poured himself another small glass of whiskey and sipped it carefully.
Well, one last drink.