I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Under the six locomotive headlights, Araki Sosuke, who was dressed in a weird manner and had three cigarettes in his mouth, turned against the lights with a gloomy expression, frowning his brows and nose, continuously spraying smoke outward.

"Brother Araki, are these three guys?"

Standing behind Sosuke Araki, the same strangely dressed man asked.

"Just a few of you, dare to make trouble for Brother Araki?"

"It made me come out cosplay in the middle of the night, I must torture these boys to death."

Several other men also clamored.

"District convenience store clerk, do you think that if you call three more people, our'Gong Gao Long Team' will be scared?"

Perhaps it was the weapons in their hands that gave them courage, and the two behind Natsume Jujin took the weapons on guard, and seemed to be ready to fight.

Sosuke Araki drew out the cigarette in his hand, squatting on the ground rubbing the cigarette butt.

"I don't know who the clerk Sang is. In the next name, Diablo is just a passing demon king who will destroy the world by the way."

Natsume Kikuto immediately retorted: "Huh? You are obviously the clerk of that convenience store, you are not a professional COSPLAY at all."

"And these are my subordinates, the demon king Baal, the king of abominations, Mephisto, the king of sin, Azmodan, the king of lies, and the king of pain Durell... Queen of Sorrows Andariel today Nothing came."

Ignoring the opponent's rebuttal, Araki Sosuke continued to introduce the men behind him.

Following his introduction, several COSPLAY men with extremely simple dresses and sharp eyes stepped forward one by one, looked at the three people with their eyes looking at the lamb to be slaughtered, and talked about each other.

"Kill these guys, will you drop golden items?"

"There are no female members in the runaway group... The position of the Queen of Grief may be vacant for a long time..."

"Wait, why I can only be the deputy Demon King Baal, obviously these clothes are my precious collection..."

The man dressed as "Barr" beside Sosuke Araki immediately retorted with a strong Fukuoka accent.

"Who made you just the second child of the Big Three... ahem, don't care about the details, Gong Xing."

"What are you talking about? A convenience store clerk, what are you arrogant, you have to dare to do something with the three of us, we will immediately press the send button to send the photo, so that you can't mix in the convenience store."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Natsume Kikuto immediately took out his mobile phone and pointed at Sosuke Araki, and the other two also took a quick pat on him with their mobile phones.

A man next to Sosuke Araki moved quickly and took out a dark object from behind his belt, pressing it against the red-haired Natsume Kikuto's forehead.

"The young people who dare to clamor with our phoenix rage group, really haven't many recently..."

It was a Glock pistol.

For the first time in their lives, they were pointed at by the muzzle of a black hole, and the three were like frogs stared at by a poisonous snake.

With fine beads of sweat, the fountain generally slid down the forehead.

Although it is in the remote Araki area, they have also heard the name "Phoenix Runaway Group".

The phoenix runaway group is the largest runaway group in Tokyo. Unlike the profitable Jidao organization, it is closer to the entertainment nature of the "illegal car club".

Although, most of the internal members of the riot group are not engaged in any legitimate industry privately.

"Hey, Miyayuki, take the gun back first. Tokyo is different from your home in Fukuoka."

"Then... take a knife and cut the little finger?"

"Everything is different."

Araki Sosuke stepped forward and pressed down the gun in the hand of the man named "Miyayuki".

"That... that... now it's a society under the rule of law, everyone should talk about civilization. Clerk Sang, I was joking with you during the day..."

Seeing that the situation seemed to be turning around, the red-haired man named Natsume Kikuto immediately explained to Araki with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, we were teasing you, we didn't plan to send the photos at all...We will go to the convenience store and explain that this is just a friendly prank..."

The two companions behind him immediately nodded in agreement.

"It's late..." Araki Zongsuke lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"what?"

"I said...Thanks to you...The five-good young man named Sosuke Araki can't hang out in the convenience store...He has been fired."

Spitting out a large puff of smoke, Araki Sosuke raised his head and said.

In the smoke, the three seemed to have seen the demon king who had crawled out of hell.

"The Apocalypse has arrived, everyone must confess their sins..."

...

Two hours later.

On Senju Bridge.

"Boom boom boom boom" locomotive sound is endless.

"Cough cough cough cough... vomit..."

A trio of unhealthy teenagers with bruises and blood stains. The clothes on their bodies have already disappeared. They were tied to the heads of three motorcycles driving at high speed with a rope like Jesus. The vomit sprayed from their mouths kept blowing in the wind. Flying on themselves.

Three or two motorcycles, which had a speed of more than 180KM, passed over the bridge and parked in front of Araki Sosuke who was squatting on the ground with a gorgeous tail flick.

"The wind resistance of these three guys tied to the front is too big, they can't get up at all." "Mephitus" who rides the bike complained.

"Well, the fresh air by the Sumida River is very good, you should breathe more... It is said that there are often terrible creatures such as Venusians, Kappa, male decoration women and consortium heirs under the bridge. If not tonight. If you survive the [High Speed ​​Flick] project, you will not be able to return home."

"Oh...Brother Araki, please..."

Natsume Kikuto vomited stomach acid on his underwear, and said vaguely.

He was already vomiting and vowed not to ride a motorcycle for the rest of his life.

"I said, my name is Diablo."

"Diablosan, we will die if this continues..."

Natsume Kikuto, a bad red-haired high school student who completely gave up, has collapsed to the point of crying.

The three of them had resisted a little bit before, and without any suspense, they were subdued by the gangsters, then tied to the front of the car, performing stunt driving back and forth on the Senju Bridge highway.

Although the air near the Sumida River was indeed fresh, they couldn't breathe a mouthful with their mouths open when the locomotive was driving at high speed.

"Huh? How could I be willing to kill you like this, causing the handsome young man to lose his job, and there are [Burning Tire Hot Chrysanthemum] and [Plasma Tornado Blasting Head] projects waiting for you..."

Squatting outside the guardrail of the bridge with a cigarette in his mouth, Sosuke Araki said to the "Jesus trio" tied to the head of the locomotive.

"You...you are a serious convenience store clerk, how can you treat customers like this..."

"Convenience store clerk? Thanks to the three of you, the five-year excellent part-time experience of the convenience store clerk in 71 convenience store has been smeared with irremovable stains... He could have become the chief store manager of 71 convenience store in Kanto area. , I took the first step of my career, and it was ruined by you... ruined!!!"

Araki Sosuke, who was pointed to the painful spot, had completely lost his mind, just like Diablo entering the third stage, showing sharp teeth, and constantly poking the three of them with the horns of the "Diablo" on his head.

"Take it light... it won't be easy to hang them up later... The weather has been hot recently, and it's very troublesome to dismember the corpses and throw them away..."

COSPLAY looked at the "Deputy Demon King Baal", a man named Ichi Honguyuki, with a peaceful expression on his face, comforting him.

But his strong Fukuoka accent and guilt-filled lines made the hearts of the three people even cooler.

When Sosuke Araki was mad on Senju Bridge, the quiet Kuramae apartment on weekdays began to become lively in the middle of the night.

Across the corridor, you can hear the roar of children, the conversation of adults, and the sound of TV programs in each room, which is full of lively life.

The door of the room kept opening "dangdangdang", and with the sound of "click" footsteps, there seemed to be invisible people walking in the empty corridor.

And the frog juice that Araki Sosuke placed at the door with a post-it note disappeared out of thin air as the door opened.

Under the moonlight, the black iron gate leading to the rooftop was still as deep as an abyss, as if the moonlight had been sucked in.

A trace of resentment that was not observed in ordinary days surged from each room and slowly gathered on the black iron door.

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