Chapter 369 Pray for Those Who Are About to Die (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

Time goes back to 2 hours ago.

"Mingmei, wait a moment!"

Inside a rental house in Chiba Prefecture, more than 30 kilometers away from Tokyo.

Akai Shuichi took Miyano Akemi's arm:

"Your sister is imprisoned in the research institute, which is Gin's lair. If she goes alone, she will die!"

"Then I'm going too!"

Miyano Akemi broke free from his arm and shouted:

"Shibao's life is in danger, how can I stand by and watch?!"

"open!"

"Calm down."

Akai Shuichi looked at her helplessly:

"This is Chiba Prefecture, 30 kilometers away from Tokyo. Now that the typhoon has landed, it is already too late."

"I'm here to ask for support, don't worry."

"Besides, isn't Sakaki Makoto also in Tokyo?"

"You said he is very powerful and he is a member of the organization. It must not be difficult to save your sister."

Speaking of Sakaki

Miyano Akemi lowered her head:

"I can't get through his phone."

"Something must have happened to them!"

The dark clouds were like a despairing mountain, and the violent wind and rain blocked the way. It was only thirty kilometers away, but it was like an insurmountable chasm.

Akai Shuichi finally ran out of Tokyo with Miyano Akemi. As soon as he settled down, he received a call from Naoi Kento.

Miyano Shiho

Something happened.

Trouble comes one after another, facing Akemi Miyano who has to go to Tokyo no matter what.

Akai Shuichi couldn't stop him at all.

How could a sister who is willing to sacrifice her life for her sister shrink back because of a typhoon?

"It's too late, I have to go."

Miyano Akemi made up her mind, grabbed the car keys and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Akai Shuichi felt helpless, so he had to put on weapons and follow closely.

"Mingmei, let me drive!"

Outside the window, there was lightning, thunder, and wind and rain.

The howling wind seemed to sweep away everything that stood in its way, and together with lightning and heavy rain, it ravaged Tokyo.

Sigh.

Sigh.

The overhead light flickered on and off, and the voltage was extremely unstable.

Sakaki sat on the sofa, edited a text message, and clicked send.

He raised his head, looked out the window where the rain had condensed, and sighed softly:

"It's rainy again."

Immediately afterwards, he walked into the study and opened the closet

A row of suits of the same style hung quietly on the crossbar.

Only the coat in the corner looked a little out of place.

Lifting up his coat, an M3 submachine gun appeared quietly.

Taking out his submachine gun and coat, Sakaki closed the closet door and began to check the firearms.

Eject the magazine, totaling 29 rounds.

Lock the pull bolt and open the dust cover. There is no abnormality in the recoil spring, firing pin and sear.

Can be used.

Boom.

After confirming this, Sakaki placed it on the table, sat behind the desk, opened the drawer, and took out

A tin box.

Sleeping in the iron box are two Colt M1911a1s.

MK23

Abandoned.

Of course Sakaki would not use the gun Gin gave him.

Grabbing a handful of .45 bullets, Sakaki leaned on the chair and slowly and evenly pressed the bullet into the extended magazine.

Click.

Click.

Every bullet represents his determination.

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, driving away the darkness and shining into thousands of homes, making the night look like day.

"Is it worth it?"

Asakura Nobuaki was holding a Bible, wearing a priest's robe, standing in front of the window, staring at the undercurrent of the sky:

"No plan, no mental preparation"

"It was completely impromptu."

"That's not your style."

"It happened suddenly and I didn't have time to prepare."

Lowering his eyes, Sakaki concentrated on loading bullets without looking back.

"so."

Asakura Xuanming's face was calm:

"I ask you if it's worth it?"

"If you do this, you may be forced to give up all your previous efforts."

"You can obviously be a dragon, so why would you put yourself in danger for a weed?"

heard these words

Sakaki shook his head with a smile, and the speed of his hands continued:

"You never know what I want."

"Creatures like evil dragons, no matter how evil they are, still have emotions, joys, angers, sorrows and joys."

"Whether it's robbing something or killing an intruder."

"It will always sit in front of the cave with pride or joy and confide in the weeds growing there."

"Day after day, year after year."

Nobuaki Asakura asked in confusion:

“Weeds can be found everywhere, so why stick to just one?”

"When you walk out of the cave, you will find flowers and the sun, all waiting for you."

"That's different."

After one magazine was loaded, Sakaki put it on the table and picked up another one:

"For the evil dragon, no matter how many treasures it plunders and how many enemies it kills, it will always return to its cave."

"When injured, it will lick its wounds and complain to the weeds about its carelessness or the strength of its opponent."

"After getting the holy sword, it will hold it in front of the weeds and show off complacently."

"One day, the evil dragon came back from a walk and suddenly found that the cave had been attacked by a thief. Its first reaction was not to check the treasure, but to look at the weeds at the entrance of the cave."

As he spoke, Sakaki laughed:

"Once the weeds are gone, no matter how many treasures the evil dragon has, who can he show them off to?"

"A cave is just a place to live, and a place with wild grass is home."

Nodding, Asakura Xuanming somewhat understood:

"But."

“What if someone steals the weeds?”

"Then it's hard to say."

Sakaki sighed quietly:

"Under the red apple, there is white pulp, and wrapped in the pulp is the black core."

"When the weeds that maintain the dragon's sanity disappear, it will fall into madness, spitting out the terrifying dragon flames, and rush desperately towards the Babylonian tower where the weeds are imprisoned."

"Even if it has to face thousands of troops and powerful bows and crossbows, it will eventually use its sharp claws and fangs to tear through the cage made of fine steel, carefully pick up the weeds, and flick its tail as it walks. Break the tower into pieces."

By the end of the sentence, Sakaki's face was already ferocious, veins were jumping on the back of his hands, he pushed the bullet into the gun chamber with great force, and with a fierce and terrifying murderous intent, he said word by word:

"I'll fight whoever steals my last piece of cheesecake!"

"It seems."

Nobuaki Asakura smiled faintly:

“You’ve found something important about yourself.”

"What do you need me to do?"

"Pray."

Standing up suddenly, Sakaki put on his coat, inserted an M3 submachine gun and two Colt M1911a1 into his waist, and grabbed a few shock bombs.

A bullet engraved with the letter R was gently placed on the table by him. The tip of the bullet flashed with cold light, just like his eyes at this moment:

"Pray for those who are dying."

Asakura Nobuaki nodded, opened the black leather Bible on his chest, closed his eyes piously, moved his mouth at the same time as Sakaki Makoto, and recited in a low voice:

“in the bleak mid winter”