Compared with the heavily guarded, quick-to-respond Minato Ward, things were much more chaotic over in Shibuya.
"Sir, please leave!"
"No photographs, please! It's dangerous ahead!"
The road leading to Nanpeidai-cho was packed with all kinds of daredevil reporters and foreigners who loved to watch the drama unfold. Like Minato Ward, Shibuya had plenty of foreigners.
The difference was that Minato Ward was full of high-and-mighty diplomatic staff who valued their lives, while Shibuya was full of ordinary tourists. The moment they heard about the supernatural livestream, they had eagerly rushed over to watch.
What?
What if they got caught in the crossfire?
Hehehe, seeing a supernatural battle with their own eyes would make dying worth it!
Faced with these black, white, and brown foreigners overflowing with a spirit of "adventure"—no, more like "suicidal recklessness"—the police forming a human barricade were cursing them inwardly, wishing they could pull out their guns and mow the bastards down! But all they said aloud was the same gentle refrain:
"Please don't push."
"Back up, please, back up—"
"Tsk, these fearless idiots do nothing but cause trouble!"
Seated at the open helicopter door like a queen on her throne, Iori Ichika looked down at the reckless foreigners and reporters and couldn't help feeling a headache coming on.
Did they really think those supernatural beings wouldn't go on a killing spree? Or was Ichihashi Toru's melancholy, handsome face just that misleading?
Come on, he'd had plastic surgery!
Huh?!
At that moment, a sharp pop sounded inside the helicopter.
A coin-sized circular hole was clearly visible in the glass in front of the pilot!
The people in the cabin turned around and saw another coin-sized hole in the rear of the helicopter. They had just been attacked from a distance by something.
What was that?
Iori Ichika