The morning sun shines from the sky and shines on people with a warm feeling. Although it is still the twelfth month of winter, this does not affect the warmth of the sun. It is even more because of the contrast of the cold that the warmth of the sun is further highlighted.

Setagaya District is a wealthy district in Tokyo. It is home to politicians, business elites, bustling streets and people walking in a hurry on the streets. It all shows that this is a fast-paced city and an arena of survival of the fittest.

As the most populous special administrative region in Tokyo, its rhythm is undoubtedly the most obvious and organized in the whole of Tokyo. When standing on the road during peak hours of get off work, it is difficult for you to see traffic jams. The convenient subway network and bus network bear the burden of its traffic. Most people often choose subway or bus travel. Private cars are common, but they will not cause major traffic jams.

This is Ye Yangcheng's first impression of Setagaya District. Seeing those people carrying briefcases or carrying schoolbags standing in front of the bus stop sign waiting for the bus, Ye Yangcheng subconsciously compared this scene with the situation in the country, and finally concluded that China is indeed a bit too "radical" in terms of transportation.

At this time, Ye Yangcheng had already put on a regular black suit, and looked like a thirty-year-old man with white skin and black-framed flat-glasses pretending to behave. After matching, no one would associate him with a young man in his early twenties.

Especially, he still uttered an authentic Tokyo accent...

The destruction of the Eagle Naval Base, more than a thousand kilometers away last night, did not seem to have affected the people in Tokyo, such as those who go to work, those who go to school, and those who go to school, and those who go to the road are crowded waiting for the bus.

Sitting in a taxi, scanning the people on both sides of the road, Ye Yangcheng felt for the first time what a foreign land was!

"Sir, where are you going?" The driver of the taxi was a *** woman in her forties. She looked ordinary and had a professional smile on her face.

"Go to Songyin Shrine." The thoughts were interrupted by the driver's inquiry. Ye Yangcheng smiled at her. After saying the address, he closed his eyes directly and pretended to rest.

The taxi was driving very steadily. More than half an hour later, Yeyangcheng arrived at the destination of his trip. This was a very inconspicuous shrine, located next to a park. According to what Yeyangcheng learned from the two mutant souls, this shrine worships Aihara Ugami, also known as the Eight Thousand Gorge God. He was originally the God of Land Management, and later specialized in the underworld. He is one of the main gods of the *** Shintoism.

Regarding the propaganda of Shintoism, there are eight million gods, and Ye Yangcheng naturally felt that he was the only one god on earth, and he was still in the rebirth period.

Eight million gods? Ye Yangcheng even doubts whether there are so many gods in the universe!

He took out the yen prepared in advance and paid the fare. Although he was extremely disrespectful to the shrine, in order to implement the plan smoothly, Ye Yangcheng still took out a pious attitude, walked to the entrance of the shrine, took out a small scoop of water from the briefcase held in his hand, scooped out a spoonful of water to wash the handle, then put down the scoop, picked out some scoop of water, and put it in his hand, took some scoop of water to rinse his mouth...

After a ritual before entering the club, Ye Yangcheng suppressed the discomfort in his heart, walked through Torii, which looked like a Chinese archway, and entered the main hall.

The host of the Matsuin Shrine is an old man with a white beard in his seventies. He is wearing a pair of wooden 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 strange man, or had unique skills, just like the legendary hermit master who could communicate with gods and master earth-shaking power...

But after coming and seeing this host, Ye Yangcheng was amused by his previous speculation. This was an ordinary old man who had already stepped into the coffin with one foot and could be choked 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, slapped twice, and then prayed with his eyes. While he was praying, the old man rang a gong: "Bang..."

So far, Ye Yangcheng has done all the rituals. The next thing is to worship the so-called Eight Thousand Gods and wait patiently for the appearance of the target...

Takero Kumamoto is a section chief of the local anti-agent department of the *** International Intelligence Bureau. He is in charge of a team dedicated to carrying out anti-agent operations in the *** country. Although the level is not very large, the rights he holds are enough to make most officials kind to him, for fear of provoking this domestic "instructor" and causing trouble!

So, in general, Kumamoto Takero is a role that all parties need to curry favor with, and his life has always been so radiant and enjoyable.

However, a task that was suddenly received last night made Kumamoto Takero's mood extremely bad. The Eagle Naval Base in Fukuoka City was attacked by unknown enemies and was destroyed within half an hour. Thousands of officers and soldiers at the base were killed without exception!

And his mission is to find the murderer who attacked the Eagle Naval Base in the shortest time... The Eight Thousand God of Ghost is on the way, and the people under Kumamoto Kazuto Takero are now chasing Chinese agents with all their might. How can they free up extra people to investigate that matter?

The mood became messy, and Kumamoto Kazumoto had a slander.

"Damn the Eagle Owl Base, the Damn the Cabinet!" Driving on the spacious road, Kumamoto Takero Kumamoto cursed, venting his dissatisfaction.

He is a devout Shintoist and always goes to the shrine to worship gods every other day. Unless he leaves Tokyo to perform missions, worshiping gods is basically a habit of being unstoppable.

Although he is in a bad mood now, the more he is at such a bad time, the more he has to go to worship the gods. In his opinion, only by doing this can heal his frigidness and calm down and do what he needs 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 makes it easy for those who want to deal with him to easily grasp his whereabouts.

But Kumamoto Kazuto Takero directly ignored this, one was confidence in his own skills, and the other was confidence in his own status. He did not believe that someone would offend him, nor did he believe that someone would wait for him to die in the shrine!

I didn't doubt it before, but now I naturally don't think of this problem.

The car stopped at the door of Matsuin Shrine. Kumamoto Kazuto Takero, wearing a black suit, pushed open the car door and got out of the car, tidied up his collar, adjusted his appearance, and then raised his legs toward the purified fountain. Every time he visited, Kumamoto Kazuto Kazuto would do all the etiquette honestly to express his respect for the gods.

As always, after washing hands, rinsing mouth and other etiquettes, when Kumamoto Kazutotakero entered the main hall, he was surprised to find that in this shrine where almost no one came, there was a man standing in front of the statue of the Eight Thousand Gorge God and talking softly with the presidency temple...

As an agent leader of an anti-agent, Kumamoto Takero Kazumoto suddenly felt alert in his heart, but after standing at the door for a while, he did not notice any unusual actions of the man, and he didn't even look at him!

The vigilance slowly relaxed, Kumamoto Kazuto took the body to the old host: "The Temple of the host..."

"This is a devout believer." The conversation over the past half an hour has made the old host feel more favorable to Ye Yangcheng. After hearing the voice of Kumamoto Kazuto, he smiled and said to Ye Yangcheng: "I have to go over and preside over the etiquette for him."

"Please do whatever you want." Ye Yangcheng nodded with a smile, smiling very naturally and very gentle.

Without even a trace of artificiality, after half an hour of conversation, Ye Yangcheng's favor for this old host was doubled, knowledgeable, kind and kind. This is how Ye Yangcheng felt about him.

Through the judgment of good and evil in the Jiuxiao divine nature, this is a great man. Although he is a ***er, this does not affect Ye Yangcheng's favorability towards him.

This favorable feeling comes from his own erudition and performance. What he does not hate is those far-rightists who are clamoring for war!

The old man at the host turned around and walked towards Kumamoto Kazutotakero, while Ye Yangcheng continued to wander in front of the statue quietly, as if he was observing the majesty of the statue...

"Bang..." The gong was ringed, and Kumamoto's etiquette was completed.

Facing the statue of the god, Ye Yangcheng heard the footsteps coming from behind...

"It is very disrespectful to look at the statue of the Lord God!" Seeing this man looking at the statue, Kumamoto Kazumoto said in a deep voice: "You should probably kneel down and apologize devoutly."

"Oh, is that?" Hearing Kumamoto's words, Ye Yangcheng chuckled with a slight chuckling, turned his head and showed a white little white tooth at Kumamoto's Masao: "But... I don't believe in the habit of the island country's devil god."

"You...what were you saying?!" Hearing Ye Yangcheng's words, Kumamoto Takero Kumamoto was stunned. The old host who had a good impression of Ye Yangcheng had also changed color...

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Ye Yangcheng did not give Kumamoto Kazuto Takero any more chance to speak. He suddenly stepped forward and easily grabbed Kumamoto Kazuto Kazuto's car key. Then he chuckled and raised his hand, quickly spit out four words: "Fire Technique, Duh!"

"Boom..." Before Kumamoto's shocked came to his senses, the hot flames quickly surrounded him. In less than three seconds, Kumamoto's Furuo had no chance to scream. He was burned to ashes by the flame technique used by Ye Yangcheng and completely disappeared from this world!

"Devil...Devil..." Seeing this scene, the old host was shocked.

"I'm sorry." Ye Yangcheng solemnly bowed to the old man who hosted the host and apologized: "I've started killing here."

"I..." The old host trembled, not knowing what to do.

"Elimination Technique, Du!" When Ye Yangcheng raised his hand, a silver light flashed through his palm. The old man in charge of the host's eyes turned black and he fainted.

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

"Supervisor Temple, did you forget? You suddenly fell into a coma while playing the gong for me just now." Ye Yangcheng supported the old man in charge and said to him: "I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up."

"Oh? Is that right?" The old host frowned and recalled it hard for more than half a minute. He still couldn't remember what had happened before. He could only accept Ye Yangcheng's statement and nodded: "It's time to go to the hospital for a check-up."

Speaking of this, he turned around and glanced at the main hall, then asked Ye Yangcheng: "Mr. Kumamoto, is that Mr. Ani who was gone just now?"

"He has left." Ye Yangcheng's face was still in a state of vain, and he kept talking with his eyes open: "It wasn't long after you fell into a coma, I think he must have something urgent."

"Oh..." The old host said a little disappointed, then stood up with Ye Yangcheng's support, thanked Ye Yangcheng, "Mr. Kumamoto, thank you so much."

"These are all things I should do." Ye Yangcheng maintained a natural facial expression. After returning the gift, he said: "I still have some things to do. I will come to visit the temple host again another day. Please take care of the temple host."

"Thank you Mr. Kumamoto for your concern." The old host nodded with a smile: "God, I still want me to continue serving."

"Then, take care of yourself!" Ye Yangcheng took a step back and gave a standard bow to the old man who presided over, perhaps to express his own respect, or perhaps to fill his guilt in order to erase the other party's memory.

No matter what, Ye Yangcheng successfully transformed from a black household to a section chief of the *** International Intelligence Bureau. Well, a section chief with real power!

After leaving the temple, he took out the car keys and opened the car door. As expected, he found all the documents of Kumamoto Katsutakero in the storage box in front of the passenger seat. These documents will become the greatest guarantee for Ye Yangcheng's trip. He can easily enter the office building of the International Intelligence Bureau, and then...
Chapter completed!