The red-haired girl held back her trembling body and walked forward, but a question popped up in her mind: How many people had the guy in the black trench coat killed?
A hundred? Three hundred? Or five hundred? Apart from the monster that didn't look like a human, she really couldn't think of such a deadly existence.
Their car was dozens of meters away on the street, and they quickly got into it and drove away.
The two girls had their own chauffeurs, and they didn't follow them to the small park, but their emotions were still stable.
The two cars behind them swayed and crashed into the flowers and plants on the side of the road before they managed to get back on the road.
But the people in the car didn't complain. Everyone was trembling, including the hands of the driver.
They weren't rookies, and it wasn't like they hadn't seen dead people before.
But after seeing their two companions' heads turned into "octopus balls" and nailed to the bench with chopsticks, no one could remain calm.
Ten minutes later, a few calls were made from a courtyard in Meigo, and many people in Tokyo began to move.
Half an hour later, in a roadside food stall near Shinjuku Gyoen, a bald chef put on gloves and picked up the phone that kept ringing. "Hello? Yes, there is such a person. It's fine … no need. "
After thinking for a moment, the bald chef asked, "Can I ask what he made?"
The other end of the phone hung up.
The bald chef closed the flip phone and pondered.
Behind him, two drunk middle-aged white-collar workers shouted, "Where's the sake? Why isn't it here yet?"
The bald chef smiled and put the phone back in the drawer. He shook his head and turned around. "Sir, please wait a moment. It'll be here soon."
The middle-aged white-collar worker nodded in satisfaction. "Hiraka-san, your cooking is always so good."
After praising him, he shouted with his companions again, not thinking about the relationship between delivering the sake and cooking.
People in Japan were like that. They usually reminded themselves not to cause trouble, and when they were drunk … they would cause trouble openly, so getting drunk after work was their way of relaxing.
After all, no one could ask drunkards to be as polite as normal people.
Picking up two bottles of sake and putting them in front of the two drunkards, the bald chef returned to his position and looked at the raindrops falling from the eaves. "John Wick, is that you?"
As he said this, his fingers moved a pair of chopsticks on the cooking table.
It was just like the chopsticks that had just been stabbed into the brains of the two men in black suits. It was slender, black, and smooth.
His fingers suddenly paused, picked up the chopsticks, and instantly pierced through a big fish beside him.
The bald chef glanced down and sighed. With a wave of his hand, he swept the fish and chopsticks into the trash can beside him.
It was already so difficult to stab a fish, let alone stab a human's head? That was impossible.
Was the Night Demon already that strong? The bald chef had a complicated feeling in his heart.
For a moment, he felt that his beloved kitchen knife wasn't as sharp as it used to be.
…
Luke didn't know that in order to avoid suspicion, he had casually stabbed two people to death with chopsticks, and people would actually associate them with the Night Demon.
Now, this avatar was only fifty to sixty percent similar to John Wick. Anyone would be able to tell at a glance that they were not the same person.
But coincidentally, the bald chef was a "professional" who had heard of the Night Demon for a long time but had never seen him with his own eyes.
Luke's disguise this time was only to distinguish himself from his true self, and a professional could still see some clues from his movements.
It wasn't that he wasn't careful, but that there was no need.
There were professionals everywhere in the world. As long as people didn't associate him with his true self, the other avatars weren't too important.
The only thing he needed to pay attention to was the Dark Knight. It would be best if he could use this for three to five years.
As for the rest, he could at most say that it was a pity, but it definitely wouldn't hurt him.
It was even less of a problem for an avatar like the Night Demon.
As long as he could keep Jaina in check and make her his spy at the high table, it didn't matter what anyone else thought.
Using pheromone control and psychological hypnosis to control Jaina was also a backup plan.
Once he did that, the follow-up "maintenance work" would be more troublesome. Forcefully hypnotizing her was far better than letting her willingly do it as insurance.
That was what Luke had always done.
That way, even if someone could ruin his seduction, Jaina wouldn't "repent" and turn against him.
…
After walking some distance, Luke casually tossed the recyclable bag into his inventory. At the same time, his body gradually turned transparent as he disappeared into the night.
At that moment, four medium-sized drones were working with thousands of mini drones in the air and on land in the night sky of Tokyo.
He had been working since he arrived in Tokyo in the morning. A complete map of Tokyo, including the underground, was quickly being completed.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools.
Tokyo was a super metropolis. In terms of population, only New York could barely compare to it in the entire United States, and Los Angeles was like a kindergarten kid.
At the end of 2005, Tokyo had a registered population of 15 million, while New York only had a permanent population of nine million.
All the metropolitan areas in the greater Los Angeles area added up weren't as big as Tokyo.
And the population of Tokyo was even more terrifying — as high as forty million.
That wasn't a good thing.
The United States, for example, was rather helpless about the greater Los Angeles metropolitan area. They thought that it was a failed development, and that it wasn't a good attempt.
It wasn't a big deal for a city to have a large population, but when so many cities were crammed together, not only were there a lot of problems, they were also very serious.
The fact that Tokyo had such a large population without any major problems was largely due to the characteristics of the Japanese people.
In contrast, greater Los Angeles was the greater Los Angeles area.
Every time there was a riot in Los Angeles, most of the people who created the beautiful scenery were unemployed or low-income people in the area.
It was actually similar to the phenomenon of "when the big house next door catches fire, I go in and take some, and nobody knows."
It was commonly known as looting a burning house.
Tokyo, on the other hand, had a population of forty million, and very few of the beautiful landscapes in the United States. It could only be said to be an oddity in the world.
A huge population and a large number of fragmented buildings equaled an incomparably complicated terrain.
With Luke's obsessive-compulsive disorder, he wouldn't start work right away unless he did some terrain reconnaissance.
That was one of the reasons why he set the theme as tourism.
On the other hand, he had to prepare a big meal, but he could eat the snacks casually.
The Japanese society wasn't as fat as the Mexican cartels, but it would be strange if there weren't large drug dealers in this metropolis of tens of millions of people.
Luke had been thinking about throwing his laundry into Tokyo Bay for a long time.
After all, he had done it in the Pacific, the Atlantic, the Mediterranean, and the Gulf of Mexico.
It wasn't easy for him to come to Japan; it wouldn't be fair if he didn't add some food to the fish and shrimp in Tokyo Bay.
Thinking that, Luke wandered through Tokyo's busy nightlife.
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