Chapter 314 84: Sacrifice
“Jantar, dinner.”

“jantar.”

“Você gostaria de sair para jantar? Do you want to go out for dinner?”

“No, I don’t want to go out yet, thank you.”

“Oh well, Você já experimentou o aaí? Have you ever tried açaí?”

“Acai? Never heard of it.”

“It’s a fruit that looks like blueberries. It tastes a bit like grapes and chocolate. I really like it. It turns out that it’s not available in Japan? Next time I buy some at home, I’ll bring some to you.”

“Oh, Obrigada.”

“Ah, it’s getting dark. We’re almost done for today. You learn languages ​​so fast. I feel like you can master it quickly even if you use software.”

“I think it’s more interesting to be taught by locals, and I can learn more about local customs, which is more interesting than just learning a language.”

“I see. I also want to find a chance to visit Japan, but I heard that it’s very chaotic there, even more chaotic than here. Is that true?”

“Maybe. I haven’t been back for a few years.”

Capital area of ​​Rio de Janeiro state.

In a house in a middle- to high-end community, Maria saw that the woman in front of her looked a little sad, and she was suddenly at a loss: “Sister Shirai, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to bring it up…”

Shirai shook his head gently and held the other person’s hand: “You don’t have to apologize. Okay, I’ll take you out.”

“Uh, okay.” Maria was a little discouraged and was silently sent to the door by Shirai.

“See you tomorrow, then?” Maria said goodbye carefully.

“Okay, see you tomorrow, and be safe on the road.” Shirai smiled and waved at her.

“Don’t worry, the security around here is pretty good,” Maria had just finished speaking when she heard sirens and gunshots behind her.

Shirai pulled Maria back, closed the door, and waited skillfully for the sirens and gunshots to fade away amid Maria’s embarrassment.

“I’m from Rocinha, so this kind of situation is child’s play for me. I know how to protect myself.” Maria tried to excuse herself.

Shirai did not expose her and let her leave only after making sure it was safe outside.

After seeing Maria off, Shirai sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and listened to the host speaking at a very fast speed for her, practicing her listening and reading skills.

She sat like this until late at night, until the early morning.

Shirai turned off the TV and lights, walked to the bedroom on the second floor in the dark, and found a set of black robes.

After putting on her robe, she opened the window. The nearby street lights flickered as if the voltage was unstable, and then slowly went out. A pair of black wings spread out, carrying the body into the night, and the street lights that had just been extinguished flickered again and became bright again.

Unlike the flesh wings of the Filthy Winged One, Shirai Anko’s wings are a form of pure energy. They can be transformed into physical objects during battle, or transformed into virtual objects like fire. They can be extended intact through clothes.

Flying in the night and overlooking the extravagance of this metropolis, Shirai had to say that the happiness and optimism given to the people of Rio by the environment in which they live made it difficult for her to find suitable experimenters.

It is not uncommon to have a funeral today and then go to a bar tomorrow. Many people seek revenge for their relatives, but not many understand the origin of their situation.

It took her more than half a month to successfully develop a controllable downline.

Oakley was a failed experiment she created in South Australia. He was completely unable to control his anger and his hatred was too broad. In his eyes, anyone who committed a crime would die.

Once a relative commits what he considers to be a sin, he will inevitably lose control and the world will collapse.

This is also the reason why Shirai gave up on him in advance.

Especially after the Tokyo Devil incident, she completely understood that unless one’s personal ability was invincible, he would be beaten and besieged by a righteous mob like the Tokyo Devil, and his ideals would be wiped out.

Of course, she did not stand on the side of Tokyo Devil. If she had known in advance how powerful Tokyo Devil was, she might have lent a helping hand to the Special Affairs Bureau. After all, in her eyes, those war criminals had committed countless crimes.

But this is the best result now. She doesn’t have to take the risk of showing up, the Tokyo demon has been solved, and those remaining poisonous families have also been liquidated.

If she shows up, I’m afraid she will be the next one to be attacked after defeating the Tokyo Devil.

As for whether anyone would find her through Oakley, she had anticipated this, so she had revealed that she would go to the country of drug lords or America. In the short term, she would not make any big moves here. This was a good opportunity to accumulate strength.

After the usual tour over Rio, with nothing to show for it, she rested on the shoulders of the Christ the Redeemer statue, wondering whether her decision to come here was right or wrong.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why Hirosue Yoshimiya used her as a test subject.

But she wouldn’t do that. Even if they were experimental subjects, she would rely entirely on their willingness. If they didn’t want to, she wouldn’t force them.

That’s why she was so slow in developing this ability.

Another fruitless night.

Shirai stood up from the Christ statue and was about to leave when he raised his brows and felt a roar coming from the southwest, resounding in the dark night.

It is the largest slum in Rio, but generally speaking, the overall situation is still okay and not particularly chaotic. She is more inclined to believe that something unexpected had happened.

With a flap of her black wings, she disappeared from the spot, and her figure quickly approached the direction of the slums.

Soon, you can see a swaying flame in the light, as if a camp is on fire.

Looking at those people fleeing in panic, she felt nothing in her heart.

Her kindness had been destroyed as the ability of [Light] was shattered. Even though her enemy was evil, it was only out of hatred for evil, not out of kindness.

The Shirai Anko, who used to be full of smiles, caring about others and crying when she saw someone in distress, has long since died in Tokyo.

Now, she subconsciously doesn’t want to see people who are too kind, because that reminds her of her past self who was cowardly and incompetent and could only cry.

It’s not that I’m angry, but it’s really funny.

just
“interesting.”

Shirai discovered that this did not seem to be an accident, even though it was covered up like an accident, like an explosion caused by aging natural gas pipelines or improper human use.

Because she found a few guys in strange clothes on a rooftop somewhere, looking excitedly at the fire in the slums, dancing weirdly, and chanting in a language she couldn’t understand.

“.I wish you would fall into a smoking pot, I wish black snakes would bite your heels, wasps would sting you when you kneel, and bedbugs would feed on you at night, everything is wrong, nothing is right! Ogoun! Ogoun! Look upon us, I will offer the best tribute I can to the Divine Being.”

But there was a man inside she knew, the leader of a major gang in the slum, who was sitting on a sofa, holding a cigar, crossing his legs, admiring the fire and whispering something to his confidant next to him.

“.After the sacrifice is completed, we must quickly step in to win over the people and eliminate any evidence that might lead to suspicion of us.”

Sacrifice?
Shirai’s gaze penetrated the buildings and flames, and saw those people who were still struggling, unconscious, and shouting in the flames, without saying a word.

She did not immediately kill the masterminds in front of her in anger, but folded her wings and fell straight into the flames.

She saved people not out of compassion, but just because she wanted to save them, so she saved them.

Dressed in a black robe, she walked around in the flames in the back garden, took out a few quilts, soaked them, and threw them to some survivors who were still able to move.

“Ahem! Thank you——”

Before the other party could express their gratitude, she had already disappeared from the spot, carrying the unconscious people out of the fire scene, and casually dumped them in an open space where the flames could not reach and there were not many people.

Her goal was to accumulate enough strength in Rio. The more she concealed herself, the less she would be discovered.

As for those who deserve to die, there is no rush to deal with them. Even if they are dealt with, they will try to die in a reasonable way that is consistent with the normal fluctuations in the number of homicides in the area.

“Lord Angel!”

Another man in black robe also rushed over and found Bai Jing, who had already rescued a group of people and was floating in the air, his eyes full of fanaticism.

“Tada, follow that man and find out about their relationship with the voodoo priests to see if you can dig out anything.” Shirai pointed at the gangsters on the rooftop.

“I understand! Mission accomplished!”

Tada said firmly.

After giving the order, Shirai did not stay long and flew back to his residence.

The night passed quickly, and the day returned to this city of God. Rats and cockroaches retreated into their dark caves, and rules and regulations prevailed again.

But today, Shirai didn’t wait for the home language teacher he hired.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I was too nervous and forgot to ask for leave. There was a fire at my parents’ house last night, and now I’m with them in the hospital for emergency treatment.” As she spoke, Maria, who had no one to talk to, burst into tears, her words choked, and she couldn’t speak clearly.

Shirai knew that Maria came from the slums of Rocinha, but he didn’t expect that her parents still lived there.

It seems that her parents were among the people he rescued yesterday.

She was quite satisfied with this tutor, and now it seemed that she had made the right move yesterday.

“Everything will be fine. If you need any help, remember to call me.”

“thanks, thanks”

After hanging up the phone, Shirai turned on the TV. Coincidentally, the news was also related to last night’s fire.

“So far, the fire in Rocinha last night has caused 16 deaths, hundreds of injuries, and thousands of people’s daily lives have been affected. The cause of the fire is not yet clear. It is initially determined to be caused by a natural gas leak. The authorities have urgently dispatched a rescue team. The fire has been brought under control, and the specific losses are still being further counted.”

“Sixteen people! Just sixteen people! You promised me before that at least fifty people would die in the sea of ​​fire! Damn it, it’s so much less. Believe it or not, I will light a house and take your whole family to make up the number!”

There was a loud bang, and the broken pieces of the vase scratched many people’s faces, but no one dared to hide.

After all, the one who was furious was Aitor, the leader of the Aitor gang, which controlled most of Rocinha. Faced with his rage, his subordinates could only kneel on the spot and tremble like chaff.

“Waste! All of you are fucking waste!”

He picked up the pistol, and in front of someone’s surprised gaze, the magazine was empty in just a few seconds, and the person fell to the ground with a look of disbelief on his face.

No words came out of my mouth.

He was obviously just one of the insignificant executors, why?
After seeing the blood, Ato’s anger was finally relieved along with the bullet, and he slowly regained his sanity.

After changing the magazine, he pointed the hot muzzle of his gun at the main planner of this operation, who was also one of his confidants, and said coldly: “You’d better have a reasonable explanation.”

“Yes! Yes! Boss Aito, let me explain!”

The man finally dared to speak out the information he had investigated.

“Many of the living people said that a person whose face could not be seen threw them a wet blanket and pointed out the safest way, which allowed them to escape the fire alive. Some people who were unconscious even saw a black figure before they fell into a coma, and when they woke up, they were already outside the fire! Boss, someone is messing around here!”

The muzzle of Ato’s gun shook and almost went off accidentally.

How come this description sounds so extraordinary?

There is something extraordinary hidden inside Rocinha? !
Ato looked eagerly at the voodoo messenger who had been silent.

“This is a test.” The messenger, covered in strange decorations, with colorful paintings on his face and a few straw rag dolls on his waist, stood up. Facing Aitor with a gun, his eyes were calm and fearless.

“This is a test from Ogun, sir! Your life-extending technique is against the laws of heaven and earth, and you will inevitably encounter various accidents during the process. But as long as you can overcome these accidents, the effect will be even stronger, and Ogun will recognize you even more!”

The so-called Ogun is a god of iron and fire in the voodoo system, and has little to do with life.

But nowadays, we are all about cultural hodgepodge. If we take the Flame Phoenix and the Phoenix, wouldn’t fire be related to life?
The reason why Ato believed in this nonsense theory was mainly because he was now terminally ill and had not much time left even if he had money. He was also attracted by the voodoo theory of the revival of the gods, so he followed the voodoo messenger and performed many rituals.

Yesterday’s sacrifice was the most important part of it. In the words of the messenger, it was related to the success or failure of the entire ceremony.

“But what if that extraordinary person comes looking for us?” Ato knew a little bit about how exaggerated the extraordinary person’s strength could be. After hearing the news, he became a little scared.

But he was unwilling to give up like this, after all, he was dying, so he might as well give it a try. Not many gangsters could have a good ending, and he had the spirit of a gambler to begin with, let alone the current situation.

“Then what should we do? You tell me, I can do it! Does it cost money? How much?!” Ato’s face was grim.

“No, it has nothing to do with money now.” The messenger said seriously, “We need a bigger fire, and we need to burn the pagans. We need to use their souls to please Lord Ogun!”

(End of this chapter)