Restarting life in Tokyo

Chapter 64 The battle begins

"Is this right here?"

Kamiya Yuan glanced at the luxurious manor in front of him, and then at the bicycle he was riding underneath.

It was a bike that he "picked up" that others didn't want after he went out. After all, this location was a bit far from Shinohara Yuki's home, so he deliberately used optimization to simply transform the bike.

And its results are also very impressive, that is, he rushed to this place in less than five minutes after hanging up the phone.

Kamiya Yuan nodded with some satisfaction, yes, what a good ability.

Although I haven't figured out the ability to fly yet, this speed is not much lower than flying, but it still requires a detour, which is not that convenient.

Maybe one day he should try to optimize cars, or other more powerful means of transportation, such as helicopters?
"alright."

Kamiya Yuan got off the bicycle and threw the bicycle aside, not forgetting to give it a "weighing one thousand kilograms" command.

After all, he had to ride back after finishing his work. Although this was a luxurious manor, what if someone with no eyesight passing by stole his bicycle?

There are two types of people that he, Kamiya Yuan, has the most trouble with in his life, one is those who pick up their own things, and the other is those who don't allow him to pick up other people's things.

"It took less than ten minutes in total. In other words, the other party is not asleep yet."

Kamiya Yuan glanced at the time displayed on his phone, and he thought that the other party probably didn't expect that he would come to the door so quickly.

But that’s fine. I have no interest in the story between the other party and Yuki Banno, and every time the villain in the anime wants to take action, he will say a lot of insignificant words. He won’t be like that two-parter. Same, all he has to do is go straight over and raze that building.

——No matter what grudge or grudge the other party has against Yuki Banno.

Kamiya Yuan took a deep breath. The next second, emerald green electricity continued to swim around his body, further strengthening the three buffs on him. After making preparations for the battle, the young man strode toward the manor.

"Boss, just a few of us are here to watch."

In a room somewhere in the manor, opposite a large number of electronic screens, a dark-skinned mercenary wearing camouflage uniforms said in a deep voice: "It's not certain that anything will happen tonight. There's no need to put everyone on alert, right?"

"This is an order from the employer."

The man he called Boss was a burly white man wearing a beret. He was sitting on a chair in the control room with an indistinguishable brand of cigarette in his mouth.

"Now that we have collected the money, let's work hard. Anyway, it's just a task for this period of time." He said casually, "Compared to risking our lives in the Middle East before, it's much more cost-effective."

".This too."

Seeing this, the black man said nothing more.

What my boss said made sense. This time the employer gave me a lot of money, and it was much easier than the jobs they had taken before.

The opponent's background is so powerful that he can prepare big killer weapons for himself in a place like Tokyo. Although they are not as good as those used in wars in the Middle East, there are still some that would scare others when they see them.

And it is said that there is only one person they have to deal with this time, and he is not even a professional killer, just a veteran who seems to have retired from the battlefield.

Thinking of this, the black man couldn't help laughing.

I really don’t know what this employer is thinking. In order to deal with an ordinary person, after hiring a group of mercenaries like them, do they have to hire other security companies?

Maybe this is a quirk of rich people, but it doesn't matter to them, they have already received the money anyway. The employer's next order is also very simple. No matter who comes through the gate of the manor, kill them all.

If you can't be killed with a knife, use the gun. If the gun can't kill you, use the cannon. Anyway, if something goes wrong, the other party will be responsible for it.

"coming."

The man in the beret suddenly became energetic. He sat up straight and stared at the figure on the surveillance screen.

It was a figure slowly walking in from the outside. It was difficult to tell the general appearance of the other person just by looking at their body shape.

There was no way, their surveillance technology was still limited, and they couldn't make high-definition identification, so they could only spread their eyes around the manor as much as possible.

"Inform the employer," the beret man said excitedly, "the target mission has appeared."

He stood up in an instant, pulled out a huge python pistol from his thigh, and sneered: "Cut off the communication channel with Black Hawk. We are enough to deal with this kind of person."

"clear."

The black man suddenly became energetic and quickly ordered the person next to him to cut off the communication between them and another group of security personnel.

The purpose of doing this is naturally obvious, it is to grab people's heads.

The employer had said at the beginning that whoever killed the opponent would get an additional bonus. Now it was a good opportunity for them.

After doing all this, the beret man couldn't wait to rush outside with a few of them.

There were more than twenty mercenaries coming this time, and all of them were experienced warriors on the battlefield. What's more, judging from their appearance, the other party didn't bring any large weapons at all. At most, they just hid them. There were just a few pistols, and they had an absolute advantage in firepower.

"Oh?"

"Monitoring? It's really rare."

Almost as soon as he stepped into the manor, Kamiya Yuan noticed something unusual around him.

With his keen intuition, he successfully discovered a faint green light in the bushes next to the entrance. There was no doubt that it was the surveillance equipment staring at him.

His "invisibility" cannot affect others through electronic transmission. This is one of the shortcomings of his ability, but it does not mean that he will be helpless with electronic devices.

"--optimization."

The young man raised his hand and pointed it at the surveillance position, and activated his ability without hesitation.

Emerald green current spurted out continuously, sweeping the surveillance camera within an instant. Not only that, the current surged all the way to the manor through the underground lines connected behind it, but everything related to the connected lines The instructions for the instrument were changed in an extremely domineering manner by Kamiya Yuan in an instant.

"From now on, you are the ones being monitored."

Kamiya Yuan sneered. The boy continued to exude optimization, and the current linked him to the surveillance. After he closed his eyes, a picture came into his eyes instantly.

This is because he used his optimization ability to forcibly copy the images displayed on the surveillance camera to his brain.

(End of this chapter)