Chapter 820 God Agrees with Your Idea! (First Update!)

Trembling and excited, Takahashi Kenji slowly raised his head, with only excitement in his eyes. He stared at the person in front of him with crazy eyes, and said word by word:

"Can you get a gun?"

Zhu Zhifeng spread his hands and responded calmly: "I can't, but I can do it!"

"I only need a lathe that can process threads, thickened galvanized seamless steel pipes, and a little gunpowder, and I can make a suitable weapon."

"This kind of weapon is not enough for regular battlefields, but if it is just used to clear a few pieces of garbage, then these weapons are enough."

Listening to his explanation, Takahashi Kenji's face became even more crazy.

He stood there, laughing foolishly for a long time before he finally stopped laughing, walked in front of Zhu Zhifeng, and held out his right hand:

"My name is Takahashi Kenji! I am a retired officer of the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force."

"I am willing to join your trial team, but I need some time to recover."

"You may also need some time to make weapons."

"Don't worry, since I am willing to join you, I will not reveal your whereabouts or betray you."

"But if you can't get your so-called gun by then, I will let you know what cruelty is."

He showed a cruel smile to Zhu Zhifeng, then smiled at Kitajima Sakurai, and turned and left without waiting for Zhu Zhifeng to reach out his hand to shake hands with him.

When he was about to walk into the darkness, a refreshing voice came from the front:

"If you have anything, you can find me at No. 6, Kitaei-cho 14th Street."

"Remember to go at night."

Leaving these few words, Takahashi Kenji disappeared into the darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhu Zhifeng stood there like an iron tower, watching the Japanese go away.

After a long time, he turned around and walked towards Shibuya Street.

Kitajima Sakura followed him, jumping and skipping. When they walked into the bright lights again, the girl asked:

"Little bastard, are you a bamboo craftsman? How good are you at weaving?"

She spoke Mandarin, which was not very standard, but it was enough to curse people.

It was just that the accent had a little bit of the colonel accent, which made Zhu Zhifeng want to pick his ears.

Turning his head, Zhu Zhifeng looked at the girl in front of him with a faint expression, and said indifferently:

"Same here, same here, you are also good at making up stories, the father jumped off the building, the mother jumped into the water, it is really a loving father and filial son."

Faced with his sarcasm, Kitajima Sakura put her hands behind her back, tiptoed, imitated the actions of the heroine in the anime, and walked slowly forward, teasing as she walked:

"If Xiao Bizzi's father knew that you took a Japanese name called Xiao Bizzi, and then said that your father is from Hokkaido."

"Do you think your old father would beat you to death?"

"Hmm?"

"By the way, what about your colleague named Mo De Lanzi, whose hands are full of calluses from washing dishes?"

"Do you want to ask him to come out for a drink?"

"I'll give you a drink! You are a minor, you can't drink a shit of wine!" Zhu Zhifeng stepped forward quickly, kicked Kitajima Sakura lightly, then grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her directly past the door of the bar.

We found a roadside ramen stand, paid the money, and each of us took a bowl of ramen and started eating crazily.

During the meal, Zhu Zhifeng took out his mobile phone, found a teammate he had contacted before, and sent a greeting message.

[Fellow villager, are the dishes easy to wash? ]

About ten seconds later, a mobile phone number with the note name marked as Mo De Lan Zi sent a message.

[Washing dishes! ]

Looking at this reply, Zhu Zhifeng sighed and put the phone back in his pocket. The next second, Kitajima Sakura looked over:

"Is it the brother named Mo De Lan Zi? You can call him over. I just happen to have a little sister who can introduce him to him."

"Get out! Eat your noodles!" Pushing the man aside, Zhu Zhifeng lowered his head to eat noodles.

On the other side, Mo De Lan Zi, who had contacted him, put the phone back in his pocket and continued to put the two holy grails in my hand.

On the ground in front of him, a man in a blue windbreaker was lying on the ground. The man's face was full of fear, as if the person squatting in front of him was a very scary devil.

Under the man's gaze, Mo De Lan Basket closed his hands, shook them gently, and then spread them out.

The two holy chalices made of sandalwood in his hands instantly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound when they collided on the ground, and then, a yin and a yang hexagram was formed.

Looking at the hexagram, Mo De Lan Basket covered his face with his hands exaggeratedly and screamed:

"One yin and one yang again, this is the third time, I said that Guan Shengdijun agreed that you should exchange with those damn guys instead of turning yourself in to the police station."

"The gods have given you guidance, you should now follow the guidance of the gods and get rid of the people who bewitched you in the first place."

"A true god should be omnipresent and omniscient, belonging to the existence that transcends the past, future and present, and is an omniscient and omnipotent existence."

"No spokesperson is needed!"

"Gods who need spokespersons are all false gods."

"Now Guan Shengdijun is guiding you, that is, guiding you back to the right track, you go and get rid of those damn guys, help your wife and children revenge, and then you turn yourself in."

"Mr. Masaki Shimada, this is the way you should go."

The man lying on the ground listened to Mo De Lan Basket's words, with a pair of turbid eyes, staring blankly at the Holy Grail that was just a few feet away from him.

As a member of the East Asian cultural circle, and a believer in some messy churches, Shimada Masuke naturally knew what was in front of him.

Five years ago, he was still a successful small businessman with a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter.

But all this started from that cocktail party. The original career and family, like the bubbles of flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, drifted away with the wind.

At that cocktail party, I met a few friends through the councillors.

A few friends in the "supernatural world".

They said they could help me change my fate, help me make a lot of money, and make my career more successful.

In order to make my career more successful, he was not obsessed with ghosts, but only wanted to make money. He sent his wife and daughter out for these friends in the supernatural world to open up and help him change his luck.

At first, this so-called change of luck had some effect, and his business did get better.

Then, in order to make more money, he borrowed money, sold houses, and continued to share his wife and daughter.

Then, with a snap, he woke up from the dream.

The so-called luck is just that others use their connections to give you some orders that don't belong to you.

Let yourself think that luck has changed.

Little did you know that they just wanted to set a bigger trap.

The business map in your hand is gone, the house is gone, and the car is gone.

I want to find my wife and daughter to reconcile, but my wife and daughter have turned into someone else's shape, and when I went to find them.

In front of me, they jumped off the building.

In anger, I killed two people!

But just when I was about to turn myself in to the police station and spend my life in prison, the church member in front of me, whom I had met twice, suddenly stopped me.

Wanted me to kill other people.

Shimada Masuke knew what this guy was thinking. It was nothing more than a group of people who wanted to fight each other because of uneven distribution.

At first, he didn't want to pay attention to this guy, but the other party beat him up and then played the Holy Grail in front of him.

The god this guy asked was called Guan Shengdijun!

The content of the question was whether Shimada Masuke should take a few beasts with him before turning himself in.

A correct version can be found on the 16-9 book forum!

The man in front of him lost the Holy Grail three times in a row, and each time, the Holy Grail was one Yin and one Yang, which meant that Guan Shengdi agreed to his surrender and also agreed to take a few beasts away before surrendering.

Guan Shengdi is well-known in Japan, and Shimada Masuke has naturally heard of it. He wanted to ask why a foreign god could manage Japan.

But he couldn't say it in the end. Instead, he stretched out his hands and carefully picked up the Holy Grail on the ground, adjusting his body from a prone position to a kneeling position.

He slowly raised his hands holding the Holy Grail, touched his forehead with the Holy Grail, rehearsed what the man in front of him had just said in his mind, and shook his hands again.

At this point, Shimada Masuke felt that the time had come, and his hands holding the Holy Grail suddenly opened, and the two Holy Grails slipped from his hands.

Bounced twice on the ground, it became one Yin and one Yang again!

The gods agreed to this!

The 4th time!

Taking a deep breath, Shimada Masuke, who didn't believe in evil, picked up the Holy Grail again, shook it again, and spread it out and dropped it again.

Still one yin and one yang.

Allow!

Seeing this scene, Shimada Masuke didn't care to think too much, and once again picked up the Holy Grail, put it against his forehead, begged sincerely, and then let go again.

One yin and one yang!

This is the fifth time!

At this moment.

Shimada Masuke was like crazy, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, crying and laughing weirdly there.

After crying and laughing for a few minutes, he still held up the Holy Grail in disbelief. This time, he didn't use the Holy Grail to touch his forehead, but directly picked it up and dropped it.

The sixth time, one yin and one yang.

The seventh time, one yin and one yang.

The eighth time, one yin and one yang.

The ninth time, it was still one yin and one yang.

Allow, allow, nothing but allow!

Shimada Masuke was like crazy. He reached out and grabbed the Holy Grail on the ground. When he was ready to do it again, Mo De Lan Zi, who had been squatting beside him without saying anything, suddenly kicked out and directly knocked Shimada Masuke to the ground.

He reached out and picked up the Holy Grail that fell on the ground, gently wiped off the dust on the Holy Grail, slowly walked to Shimada Masuke and squatted down, saying in a soft voice:

"Throwing the Holy Grail, three divinations count as one round, 9 times in a row, 9 is the extreme, one more time, it is disrespectful to the way of heaven."

"Things never happen more than three times. If you do something three times in a row, there is no need to do it a fourth time."

"The gods have given you a will. Now, you need to complete the task given to you by the gods. Only in this way can you transcend and see your wife again. , your daughter."

"In this way, you can go to reincarnation with their expectations and no regrets."

"And if you kill them, the cost of arresting you will become higher. Then I can work with you to get the corresponding fee. The money can be enough for your father-in-law, mother-in-law, and your mother to live comfortably for a while."

"Now, you should make a decision."

In the voice of Mo De Lan Zi's bewitching words, he took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, unzipped his windbreaker, and took out a plastic bag from the inner pocket of the windbreaker.

Through the transparent plastic bag, you can clearly see that there is a black pistol inside, and there are about 40 yellow bullets.

Mo De Lanzi held a corner of the plastic bag with his hand and slowly placed the plastic bag in front of Shimada Masuke.

"Boleta 92f, one of the top ten famous guns in the world, is very useful. It is the best to use it for revenge."

"There are a total of 60 bullets here, just 4 magazines, and each bullet has been adjusted. It is a standard dum-dum bullet."

As the words fell, the transparent plastic bag also fell with the words, accurately falling in front of Shimada Masuke.

The bullets collided with the gun body and the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound. The sound gently knocked on Shimada Masuke's heart, making him involuntarily look at the pistol in front of him.

He stretched out his left hand unconsciously, but halfway through, it was suddenly pressed down by his right hand.

However, when he retracted his hand, his right hand suddenly rushed forward again, grabbed the transparent plastic bag, and grabbed the gun in the plastic bag.

Seeing him like this, Mod Lanzi opened his windbreaker again, took out a piece of paper from the other side of the windbreaker pocket, unfolded the paper, and threw it lightly in front of Shimada Masuke.

The paper fell to the ground, revealing several names and the next itinerary of these people.

After reading and throwing the paper, Mod Lanzi turned around without looking back, leaving his back to Shimada Masuke.

When he was about to walk into the darkness, he slowly turned back and warned:

"If you don't dare to go, use this gun to shoot yourself in the head, and you can kill yourself with one shot."

"Hanging, jumping off a building, jumping into a river, these are all boring."

"Damn it!"

After saying the last sentence, Mod Lanzi walked into the darkness without looking back, and Shimada Masuke, who stayed in place, slowly opened the plastic bag and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

A magazine was full, with 45 bullets left.

With a click, the bullet was loaded, and the muzzle was pointed at the center of his forehead. After trying several times, he found that he did not have the courage to shoot himself, so Shimada Masuke just lay there and cried.

After crying, he reached out and grabbed the note that was almost blown away by the wind. Looking at the name on the note, as well as the itinerary and address behind the name, he showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

60 bullets!

Can kill several people!

After laughing wildly, Shimada Masuke turned off the safety of the pistol, ejected the loaded bullet, put the gun back into his pocket, stood up and tidied his clothes, and walked towards the distant lights like a person who had nothing to do.

When he walked to the light, he waved to stop a taxi and reported the address near the first address on the note he had just seen.

After telling the driver a few words, he closed his eyes, leaned against the window and fell asleep.

More than 40 minutes later, the taxi stopped, paid the fare, and Shimada Masuke walked in another direction without looking back.

That direction is the direction of the first address.