I Am In Marvel Chapter 576: There is a girl late at night

The lights at the alley intersection turned on again, and the corpses of several black-clothed ninjas lay scattered in a pool of blood. Their eyes were still wide and round, as if they had seen something incredible.

‘Whoosh whoosh——’

More than a dozen black shadows passed over the roofs of modern buildings. They used the floor of the house as a stepping stone with agility, and a few agile jumps landed next to the bodies of the men in black. They were also dressed in black, wearing strange ninja masks like cats and foxes, and came here to inspect and dispose of the corpses on the ground.

"It's only half a minute late. They are all dead, and they were all killed in one blow. They didn't go through even one round." One of the ninjas swallowed his saliva and whispered in horror.

A tall figure walked out of the darkness, and a group of black-clad ninjas moved out of the way. Under the dim street lights, it could be seen that he was wearing a distinctive Yaksha mask and had a pair of samurai swords on his back.

"Captain Yaksha." The ninjas said respectfully to the Yaksha masked man.

Captain Yasha glanced at the corpses on the ground and said hoarsely: "If we had arrived half a minute earlier, maybe they would not be the only ones who died, and even us would be reduced to dead corpses lying on the ground."

"After the ninja team that went ahead were wiped out, their figures disappeared without a trace near here." A ninja said.

Captain Yasha chuckled, "Maybe they think we don't have the information they want, and there's no point in killing them. Go check the name 'Logan', those two seem to be here just for him. Let me report tonight’s incident to the superiors. Just say that if the organization does not have the consciousness of death, it will not even be able to test the man’s strength.”

"Yes." The ninjas nodded.

"If you don't want to die so miserably, please pay attention to me. The target this time is different from the usual cats and dogs. That is a real living legend."

When Captain Yasha said this, a cold light burst out from his eyes. All the ninjas nodded in agreement. The captain is a famous ninja killer in the Risang platoon. Even he is so afraid. It is conceivable that the other party has what he wants. How terrible.

None of them noticed.

Just above the heads of these people, at an altitude of nearly three thousand meters, Kyle and Yutong stood suspended against the high wind, overlooking their every move.

Yutong is carrying Murasame with a belt on her back, her eyes are shining with silver, and her black hair is flying wildly, she really looks like a holy goddess.

She said softly: "Those ninjas just now were all dead warriors. They were all brainwashed and their memories were fragmented. Most of the ones below are similar. They came from Risang's mysterious organization. These organizations only assigned tasks to , passed down to the lower levels through various covert means. Sometimes even the inner core members don’t know who the senior personnel are, or even where the organization’s headquarters is.”

"You can trace it if you want." Kyle smiled.

"Of course." Yutong looked calm. She had already used these seemingly brilliant organizational methods fifty years ago.

Besides, in the face of Yutong's extraordinary mental ability, as long as there is a traceable target, no matter how much he hides, he cannot escape her eyes.

Kyle shrugged and said: "Okay, I'll leave it to you. Check the origin of this organization, see if there is any information about Logan's whereabouts, and destroy this organization by the way."

"No problem." Yutong nodded, glanced sideways at Kyle, and asked in surprise: "Boss, what about you?"

"I want to go visit a place. I have always wanted to go there seventy years ago, but the war ended too early and I didn't have time."

Kyle smiled lightly and glanced into the distance in the night sky. His eyes looked thoughtful. It seemed that tonight was another sleepless night.

New Tokyo City, Emperor Pavilion District.

Although the power of the emperor to manage the country has been transferred to the prime minister since the end of World War II 70 years ago, the emperor is still the symbolic head of state, with a status of one person below ten thousand people in Japan and Japan. After all, the emperor has been deified through the ages in Risang and has become a being of faith and god. Now, even if a new prime minister takes office, he must be given power by the emperor.

Nowadays, Tokyo is full of storms and undercurrents. As the residence of the Emperor and his family, the Emperor Pavilion has already been deployed with armed soldiers and ninja death guards inside and outside, prohibiting anyone from entering or exiting at will.

At this time, the emperor's cabinet was still decorated in the old era style, and a room on the third floor was dimly lit.

A beautiful woman wearing an officer's uniform came to the door and knocked on the wooden door. An old response came from inside, "Is it Kazuko? Come in."

Hezi pushed the door open and saw a white-haired old man standing in front of the portrait of the emperor during World War II, his great-grandfather.

She called softly: "Grandpa."

"Yes." The old man responded without looking away from the portrait. After a long time, he said with emotion: "Seventy years have passed. I remember that I was only twelve years old at that time. After the defeat and surrender, My father committed seppuku and committed suicide. I inherited the throne of the emperor at a young age, thus losing my position as head of state."

"Your father did not live up to expectations. He died of illness just a few years after becoming emperor, and I was forced to take the throne. Fortunately, your uncle had a plan and finally returned the position of head of state to our clan."

The old man clenched his fists, and his old voice was full of resentment, "This is all caused by that man. I didn't expect that he would come here again."

"Grandpa, please believe me."

He Ziying said bravely: "I will definitely get rid of that devil and avenge the shame of my predecessors."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'm not worried about you at all, but Sachiko..." The old man sighed helplessly.

Hezi fell silent and thought: "My sister... is indeed not suitable to stay in Tokyo at the moment, but her fragile body is not suitable for being transferred to other places. Don't worry, I have sent Risang, the third kendo master, to protect her. safety."

The old man asked: "The third kendo master is Jianyi, right?"

Wakko replied: "Yes, because he only has one sword move. Otherwise, I think he can be ranked second in swordsmanship."

"Okay, then I'm relieved." The old man continued to look up at the portrait of the Emperor, silent.

Behind the Tianhuang Pavilion complex, there is a quiet and elegant Japanese-style small courtyard with cherry blossom trees and fountains, all in the antique royal style of the old days.

A young girl wearing a long kimono was leaning on the wooden door and sitting on her knees on the corridor floor. There was a touch of paleness on her beautiful face that was difficult to erase, but it made her look even more regrettable. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and together with her close-fitting kimono, it fell down and lay on the floor, like a cherry blossom that bloomed quietly at night and no one appreciated it.

The girl in kimono looked melancholy at the moonlit courtyard, motionless, her eyes as gray as if they were dead. It wasn't until there was a sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor that her eyes shimmered.

Normally no one would come over at this time. Even if someone came over, they would try their best to pace carefully and not make such 'unbridled and noisy' sounds.

Under the surprised gaze of the kimono girl ~IndoMTL.com~, a tall blond young man wearing muddy boots casually strolled past the corridor in front of her.

"It was so quiet, I thought no one lived here."

Kyle suddenly stopped and looked down at the kimono girl sitting on the floor.

"Who are you? Why...ahem, are you here." The girl in the kimono covered her mouth and coughed lightly, opened her cute eyes and asked curiously.

"That's how I walked in." Kyle said bluntly.

"Didn't those people outside stop you?" The girl in kimono was stunned like a kitten.

You must know that this is the house where she lives. In the past ten years, no more than ten people have been able to come here, including her grandfather and sister.

Kyle smiled.

"Stop me? There are still people in this world who can stop me, but they are not on earth."