Hostage-Taking: Please Check Their Nationality First
Tonight is a dark night.
I walked briskly into the station after get off work.
The atmosphere is calm and the sound is melodious.
I suddenly realized I forgot to bring my documents!
I hurriedly took a shortcut~
And so, today's extraordinary adventure began.
Three strange people were standing in the alley.
Their identities were obvious at a glance.
The first strange person's identity is somewhat mysterious; he seems to be an assassin from Libra.
The second strange character Open Mouth, Close Eyes, is the knight who suffered a setback and was being protected.
The third strange character is a Weird Tale; he has some conflict with the knight.
As soon as I stepped into the alley, everyone's eyes were on me...
"Grass!"
He let out an euphemistic curse in his heart, and the young man who strayed into the alley shrank his head, but there was no doubt that he, a gloomy and decadent little social beast, had accidentally stepped into the Shura Field--
In the traditional sense.
"Run!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the masked figure standing protectively in front of the Kamen Rider with his Open Mouth, Close Eyes and eyes closed suddenly let out a loud shout. Before the young man could react, he had already taken a step forward.
Although he didn't reveal his identity, the Skull Mask and his fighting style undoubtedly identified him as the legendary Libra executioner.
Only...
The strange creature, half-body as faded as ink Weird Tale faster than the executioner. Like a snake, it approached the young man from behind, its tentacle-like limbs coiling around his neck. It squinted at the executioner, who was now almost upon it, and said:
"Stop right there, or I'll kill him!"
The executioner, holding a dagger, stopped almost instantly, looking at the Weird Tale with hesitation.
He was torn. Although the other person would most likely not survive if he were to finish the job, the assassin's covenant strictly forbade harming the innocent...
"I really am a useless piece of trash. Even as an executioner, I can't do anything..."
The executioner was plunged into deep self-doubt, while the Weird Tale before him attempted to drag the hostage away slowly.
"What a cliché plot." The young man, whose neck was being strangled, sighed, deeply regretting taking this shortcut for convenience today.
However, the fact that the hostage dared to complain about this clearly infuriated the Weird Tale. He tightened his tentacles and angrily rebuked:
"Shut up!"
"My name is Gongsun Gungping, and I am 27 years old..."
"What are you talking about?" The Weird Tale tightened its tentacles again, but was astonished to find that the power that could twist even steel bars could not cause the slightest indentation in the man's seemingly fragile neck.
"Phew, I finally got a chance to say my line, and then my chanting got interrupted..."
The young man sighed, reached out and grasped the tentacle on his neck, and calmly said:
"Let's get straight to the point—I'm not a particularly competitive person, and work requires us to keep a low profile, but since you've already threatened my life... I have to take you down before that happens!"
"I..." The Weird Tale sensed an intense killing intent and immediately tried to escape, but a sudden, powerful force gripped the tentacle, causing it to feel dizzy and disoriented. When its vision returned, it found itself deeply embedded in the concrete pavement.
"You call this a threat to your life?"
The grotesque Weird Tale excruciating pain and feeling life slipping away, stared blankly at the dejected young man. As his consciousness faded, he heard the man's last words—
"If you are resurrected, remember this lesson: find out the nationality of any hostage before taking them."
Bang!
Gongsun Gungping smashed the Weird Tale's head flat with a punch, then raised his head again to look at the remaining two. Sensing his gaze, even the knight who had just escaped the humiliated knight who Open Mouth, Close Eyes couldn't help but take two steps back.
"You guys must be pretty young, right? Why are you out here playing such dangerous hero games?"
Gongsun Gungping adopted a calm expression, but the two men simultaneously took a step back. Seeing this, and knowing that continuing like this wouldn't make any progress, Gongsun Gungping suddenly stepped forward, appearing almost Teleportation beside them. He wrapped his arm around their shoulders with an irresistible force, and said in a light tone:
"Although good children should go home and sleep early, there's something I'd like to ask you."
"Fairness, didn't you say you weren't working overtime today?"
Upon returning home, Gongsun Gungping, hearing his "wife's" question, sighed and said:
"I forgot to take a document, and I also ran into two kids on the way. One was a fifteen-year-old Kamen Rider, and the other probably wasn't much older. He looked like the Libra Executioner, but he wouldn't admit it. He just said he was a cosplayer who came back from the convention and saw the Kamen Rider in danger, so he came to help. Good grief, what kind of convention is this place?"
"The executioner's covenant requires him to conceal his identity, so he'll definitely deny it to the death. However, Libra has started taking on Weird Tale- related missions, so we need to keep an eye on that." The wife took Gongsun Gungping's briefcase and then asked:
Did that Kamen Rider provide any clues?
"Nothing noteworthy," Gongsun Gungping shook his head and said.
"Similar to those mass-produced knights before, he obtained the belt from the Evil Rider when his life was in danger. However, this one didn't encounter Weird Tale, but rather obtained it when he was being bullied at school."
"What's the exact time?" His wife pulled out a small calendar, about the size of her palm, with dense markings written in each small square.
"I heard he got it this afternoon. Seriously, he got a new weapon and went straight into combat without even training it. I don't know what he was thinking," Gongsun Gungping grumbled. His "wife," however, squinted and said...
"This is beyond our control. Compared to this, the route of the Evil Rider is more worthy of attention. He went directly from Chiba to Kanagawa. Don't you think he's aiming for the First Experimental Group?"
"I don't know, but it's better to remind them anyway. They're discussing contacting him back home, but we don't know when we'll get a result."
After changing into his home clothes, Gongsun Gungping came to the dining table and sighed:
"While it's currently speculated that Evil Rider and Mo Ju might be connected, it's just speculation. After all, it's already an open secret that Mo Ju can freely change his mobile IP address, so it's not impossible that he suddenly decided to switch to an Eastern IP address."
"That's not your concern. Our main task is Warehouse No. 8. Don't get our priorities mixed up!" his wife reminded him again, but Gongsun Gungping waved his hand and said:
"This isn't my first time doing this, but it's confirmed that Warehouse No. 8 is being hidden by a Phantom Object. To find it, if we can't disable that Phantom Object, we'll have to search one warehouse at a time."
"If it were easy to find, this task wouldn't have dragged on for a year. Just keep searching patiently..."