Chapter 329: I've been waiting for you for a long time

The morning sun shines from the sky, shining on the human body has a warm feeling, although it is still a cold winter wax moon at this time, but this does not affect the warmth of the sun, and even, it is precisely because of the cold contrast, it shows the warmth of the sun.

Setagaya is one of Tokyo's affluent districts, home to politicians, business elites, bustling streets, and people in a hurry, all of which are a testament to the fact that this is a fast-paced city and an arena for the survival of the fittest.

As the most populous special administrative region in Tokyo, its rhythm is undoubtedly the most obvious in the whole of Tokyo, but also the most organized, standing on the road during the rush hour of commuting, you can hardly even see the traffic jam happening, the convenient subway network and bus network, bearing its traffic burden, most people often choose the subway or bus to travel, private cars are common, but it will not cause traffic jams.

This is Ye Yangcheng's first impression of Setagaya District, seeing those people with briefcases or school bags standing in front of the bus stop sign waiting for the bus, Ye Yangcheng subconsciously compared this scene with the situation in China, and finally came to the conclusion that China is indeed a little too 'radical' in terms of transportation.

At this time, Ye Yangcheng had already changed into a regular black suit, and his appearance was that of a thirty-year-old man in the prime of life, with white and clean skin and black-framed flat glasses for pretending.

In particular, he also speaks an authentic Tokyo accent......

The destruction of the Eagle Strike Naval Base, which happened more than 1,000 kilometers away last night, does not seem to have affected the people of Tokyo, who go to work, who go to school, and who are crowded on both sides of the road waiting for buses.

Sitting in a taxi and scanning the people on both sides of the road, Ye Yangcheng felt for the first time what it meant to be in a foreign country

"Sir, where are you going?" The taxi driver was a Japanese woman in her forties, with an ordinary-looking appearance and a professional smile on her face.

"Go to Song'in Shrine." Interrupted by the driver's question, Ye Yangcheng smiled at her, and after telling the address, he closed his eyes directly and pretended to sleep.

The taxi drove very steadily, more than half an hour later, Ye Yangcheng arrived at the destination of his trip, this is a very inconspicuous looking shrine, located next to a park, according to Ye Yangcheng from the two mutant lonely souls to learn the situation, this shrine is dedicated to the reed plain ugly man, also known as the god of eight thousand Ge, originally the god of Japanese land management, after specializing in the underworld, is one of the main gods of Japanese Shintoism.

Regarding the fact that there are eight million gods in Japan as propagated by Shintoism, Ye Yangcheng is naturally puffed, at least so far, he knows that he is the only god on the earth, and he is still a god in the nascent stage.

Eight million gods? Ye Yangcheng even doubted that there were so many gods in the entire universe

took out the yen prepared in advance to settle the fare, although it was extremely disrespectful to this shrine, but for the smooth implementation of the plan, Ye Yangcheng still showed a pious attitude, walked to a spring at the entrance of the shrine, took out a small water scoop from the briefcase in his hand, scooped out a spoonful of spring water and washed the handle, and then put down the water scoop, took out some spring water with his hand, took it into his mouth and rinsed his mouth......

After some etiquette before entering the club, Ye Yangcheng forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart, and lightly passed through the torii gate similar to the Chinese archway and entered the main hall.

The presiding officer of Shogakure Shrine is an old man with a long white beard, wearing a pair of clogs, and his thin figure makes people wonder if he will be easily blown down by a gust of wind

Before coming to Songyin Shrine, Ye Yangcheng had been wondering if the host here was a stranger, or if he had a unique skill, just like the hermit master who could communicate with the gods and master the earth-shattering ability in the legend......

But after coming, seeing this host, Ye Yangcheng was amused by his previous guess, this is an ordinary old man who has stepped into the coffin with one foot and may choke at any time

Smiling at the old man, Ye Yangcheng turned around and took out a coin and put it into the small box for donation, then bowed deeply twice, high-fived twice, and then closed his eyes and prayed, and when he prayed, the old man struck the gong: "Bang ......"

At this point, Ye Yangcheng has done all the ceremonial things, and the next thing is to pay homage to the so-called Eight Thousand Ge God, and wait patiently for the appearance of the target......

Takero Kumamoto is a section chief of the local anti-agent section of the Japanese International Intelligence Agency, and he is in charge of a team that specializes in conducting anti-agent operations in Japan

So, in general, Kumamoto Takero can be regarded as a character that all parties need to knot, and the small life has always been moisturizing and flavorful.

However, last night's sudden and indirect mission made Kumamoto Takero's mood extremely bad, and the Eagle Owl Naval Base in Fukuoka City was attacked by an unknown enemy and destroyed within half an hour, and all thousands of officers and men at the base were killed without exception

And his mission is to find out the murderer who attacked the Eagle Owl naval base in the shortest possible time...... The god of Eight Thousand Ge is above, and his men under Kumamoto Takero are now chasing down the Chinese agents with all their might, where can they spare extra manpower to track down that matter?

The mood became chaotic, and Takero Kumamoto had an urge to scold.

"Damn Eagle Owl Base, Damn Cabinet" drove down the wide road, Kumamoto Takero cursed and vented his own dissatisfaction.

He is a devout Shintoist who regularly visits the shrine every other day, and unless he leaves Tokyo on a mission, it is basically a habit to visit the gods, rain or shine.

Although he was in a bad mood now, the more bad times he was, the more he wanted to pay homage to the gods, and in his opinion, only by doing so could he soothe the frizz in his heart and calm down to do what he needed to do.

His whereabouts are not a particularly secret secret in the eyes of many people, many people know his habit, and some people have reminded him that this habit is very bad, and it is easy for people who want to deal with him to easily grasp his whereabouts.

But Kumamoto Takero directly ignored this, first, because of his confidence in his own skills, and secondly, because of his confidence in his own identity and status, he didn't believe that anyone would offend him, let alone that someone would wait for him to die at the shrine

I didn't doubt it before, and I naturally don't think about it now.

The car stopped at the entrance of Matsugakure Shrine, and Kumamoto Takero, who was wearing a black suit, pushed the car door and got out of the car, straightened his collar, adjusted his appearance, and then raised his legs and walked towards the pure spring.

As always, after washing hands, gargling and other rituals, when Kumamoto Takero entered the main hall, he was surprised to find that this shrine, which is usually not visited, has a man standing in front of the statue of Yachikago God at this time, talking softly with the presiding shrine......

As the leader of the anti-agent agent, Kumamoto Takero suddenly had a vigilant mind in his heart, but after standing at the door for a while, he didn't notice any unusual behavior of the man, and he didn't even look at him

The vigilance slowly relaxed, and Kumamoto Mao Takero bowed to the presiding old man: "Presiding over the temple......"

"This is a devout believer." After nearly half an hour of conversation, the old man who presided over had a good impression of Ye Yangcheng, and after hearing Kumamoto Mao Wulang's voice, he smiled and said to Ye Yangcheng: "I have to go over and preside over the ceremony for him." ”

"Whatever." Ye Yangcheng smiled and nodded, smiling very naturally and gently.

Without even the slightest pretentiousness, after half an hour of conversation, Ye Yangcheng also had a good impression of this old man, erudite, kind, and kind, this is Ye Yangcheng's feeling for him.

And through the judgment of good and evil of the Nine Heavens Godhead, this is a very good person, although he is Japanese, this does not affect Ye Yangcheng's good impression of him.

This favor comes from his own erudition and performance, not to mention that Ye Yangcheng does not hate the Japanese, what he dislikes is those dung, or the ultra-rightists who are clamoring for war

The presiding old man turned around and walked towards Kumamoto Mao Wurou, while Ye Yangcheng continued to walk around in front of the idol quietly, as if he was observing the majesty of the idol......

The gong of "Bang ......" was sounded, and the etiquette of Takero Kumamoto was completed.

Ye Yangcheng, who was facing the statue of the gods, heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him......

"It's a very disrespectful thing to look at the idol of the main god" Seeing that the man kept looking at the idol, Kumamoto Takero said in a deep voice, "You should probably kneel down and apologize sincerely." ”

"Oh, really?" Hearing Kumamoto Maowurou's words, Ye Yangcheng chuckled at the corners of his mouth, turned his head and showed a mouthful of white white teeth towards Kumamoto Maowurou: "But...... I don't have the habit of believing in the devils of the island country. ”

"You... What did you say? Hearing Ye Yangcheng's words, Kumamoto Mao Takero was stunned, and the old man who had a good impression of Ye Yangcheng before also changed color......

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Ye Yangcheng didn't give Kumamoto Takero a chance to talk more, he took a step forward and easily snatched the car keys from Kumamoto Takero, and then raised his hand with a chuckle, and quickly spit out four words: "Flames, duh"

"......Boom" The stunned Kumamoto Takero hadn't come back to his senses at all, the blazing flames had already quickly surrounded him, and in less than three seconds, Kumamoto Takero didn't even have a chance to scream, he had already been burned to ashes by the flame technique cast by Ye Yang City, and completely disappeared from this world

"Demon... The devil ......" Seeing this scene, the presiding old man was stunned.

"I'm sorry." Ye Yangcheng solemnly apologized to the old man who presided over him: "It's time to kill here." ”

"I'm ......" the old man trembled, not knowing what to do.

"Elimination, duh" When Ye Yangcheng raised his hand, a silver light flashed in his palm, and the old man's eyes darkened, and he passed out directly.

More than three minutes later, the old man who had been erased by Ye Yangcheng for more than a minute woke up from his coma, a little confused, a little confused, and looked up at this familiar face with some confusion, and asked, "Mr. Kumamoto, can you tell me, what's wrong with me?" ”

"Presiding over the Temple, you forgot? You were playing the gong for me just now when you suddenly fell unconscious. Ye Yangcheng helped the old man and said to him, "I suggest that you should go to the hospital for a check-up. ”

"Oh? Is it? The old man frowned, and after recalling for more than half a minute, he still couldn't remember what happened before, so he could only accept Ye Yangcheng's statement and nodded: "It's time to go to the hospital for a checkup." ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head and glanced at the main hall, and then asked towards Ye Yangcheng, "Mr. Kumamoto, is that Mr. Yasui not here just now?" ”

"He's gone." Ye Yangcheng's face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Not long after you fell into a coma, I think he should have something urgent." ”

"Oh......" The old man in charge of the host let out a slightly disappointed sigh, and then stood up with Ye Yangcheng's support, and thanked Ye Yangcheng: "Mr. Kumamoto, thank you so much. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Ye Yangcheng maintained a natural expression on his face, and after returning the salute, he said: "I still have some things to do, I will come to visit the temple host another day, please take care of your body." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Kumamoto, for your concern." The old man nodded with a smile: "God, you still want me to continue to serve." ”

"Then, take care" Ye Yangcheng took a step back and made a standard bow towards the presiding old man, perhaps to express his own respect, or to fill his guilt in order to erase the other party's memory.

In any case, Ye Yangcheng has successfully transformed from a black household into a section chief of the Japanese International Intelligence Agency, well, a section chief with real power

Leaving the temple, he took out his car keys and opened the door, as expected in advance, he found all the documents of Kumamoto Takero in the storage box in front of the passenger seat, these documents will become the biggest guarantee for Ye Yangcheng's trip, he can easily enter the office building of the International Intelligence Agency, and then ......

"Shoko Yamazaki... Saint... Hehe......" After muttering to himself in a low voice while sitting in the driver's seat, Ye Yangcheng sneered, started the car and stepped on the accelerator, and with a whoosh, he sped away in the direction of the International Intelligence Agency office building......

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