The wretched heir of the main god

Strange, how come there are rings in my house?

I have no one to marry, not even a girlfriend.

Not to find it, but not to think.

My dream is to be a friend of justice. To maintain justice, I cannot have too many fetters in this world. That will affect my judgment.

I picked up the ring, and suddenly, the word "space ring" appeared in my mind.

When I tried to put on the ring, I immediately "see" the huge space inside the ring, which was filled with various high-tech equipment.

How amazing it is!

I was even more convinced of my thoughts. This spatial ring must be a god in the dark, giving me the equipment to maintain justice.

I no longer hesitate.

From tonight, I decided to use my own way to exercise the fairness and justice of my absence.

As a prosecutor, I knew that my actions violated the law, and if I did so, I became a criminal.

But this is what I must do.

"Law is a tool of class rule, and maintaining justice is an accessory function."

"Where the sun can't shine, darkness will fill in."

"Since I pretend that the light law cannot give justice to the victim, then it is up to me to give justice to the victim, dark justice."

August 11, night, 11 o'clock.

This is a very meaningful moment. Between law and justice, I finally made the right choice.

I came to the top floor of an 11-story residential house and set up a sniper rifle in front of the railing.

Through the lens, I clearly saw that one mile away from the opposite side, in a luxurious bar, Takayuki Fukuda and a group of friends and friends were celebrating with each other talking and laughing.

Laugh, laugh hard!

I hope you can smile when you get to hell.

The crosshair unknowingly faced Takayuki Fukuda's grinning mouth, and slowly pulled my finger on the trigger.

"That woman, begged me to let her daughter go before she died, hahaha, you didn't listen to her begging for mercy, it's so wonderful!"

Takayuki Fukuda held the wine glass and shook it half a circle at the surrounding friends and friends, grinning with a row of white teeth and haha.

Suddenly, his friends all around laughed.

"Fukuda-san, you are so amazing!" A hot girl smiled and pressed Fukuda's chest tightly.

Takayuki Fukuda smiled triumphantly: "Tonight, I will show you my better side——"

"boom!"

Plasma splashed all over the tables and chairs, and the faces of people next to them.

Fukuda Xiaoxing’s Hupengou friends were taken aback for a moment, and then they saw that Fukuda Xiaoxing opened his mouth and a blood hole appeared in his throat.

The next moment, countless screams rang out in the bar...

Killed!

However, at this moment, my heart is as quiet as still water, without making any waves.

This kind of mentality made me a little frightened, but when I thought that what I killed was a scum that was not as harmful as the human world, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

Putting away the guns, I retreated along the route planned before I came.

The space ring is easy to use, and the murder gun was taken in by me, including the bullet shell that fell on the ground, leaving nothing.

But what is better to use is the various strange and strange skills that suddenly awakened in this body.

After killing Takayuki Fukuda, it will definitely cause a sensation. After all, the murderer was released without charge. It is the best gimmick in any newspaper, and it can attract the attention of countless people on the front page.

While letting people be killed for Fukuda Xiaoxing, the police will also invest more experience in this case to find the murderer, otherwise it will only let the media use the topic.

I have the memory of top spies in my mind, how to conceal my identity and create an alibi, I am fully aware of it.Even the top spy in the world can't do better than me.Not to mention, my original profession was a prosecutor, and I was still the best, dealing with the most despicable criminals in the world all day long, proficient in various criminal methods, and anti-reconnaissance was a piece of cake for me.

That night, countless reporters came to the bar where Takayuki Fukuda died, and the police mobilized a large number of them to conduct a carpet search, seemingly to find the assassin of Takayuki Fukuda, but found nothing.

Soon after, I picked up the gun again.

This time, it was the boss of a black force gang who forced good for prostitution, sold drugs, and committed all evils. He was arrested and imprisoned many times, but he was released on bail on the same day.

Even if the police have evidence, he can settle everything with money and do whatever he wants.

On the street, the guy was followed by a group of small crickets who were drunk and rescued, and they would forcibly molested them when they saw a woman passing by.

I saw a girl who couldn't escape, was grabbed by the guy's hand, and then, with a smile, she was about to pick up the girl's clothes.

boom!

Pulling the trigger, a blood hole suddenly appeared in the center of the guy's eyebrows.

"next."

There was a sneer at the corner of my mouth, and he was not the only one to be killed tonight.

I know my actions are no different from criminals, but I don’t think my actions are sinful.

My ideal is to be a friend of justice and walk with justice, not to be a partner of "law".My current behavior is to correct the mistakes I made when I was young and ignorant.

The prosecutor and this identity are just because this profession facilitates me to exercise justice.

But the law is not always on the side of justice. I understood this very early after joining the industry, but I didn't make a new choice until I awakened my strength.

The law is useful.But in many cases, the law is just a fig leaf, and there are many holes in it. Those shameless litigation sticks have long been riddled with holes, making it easy for criminals who should be punished to escape.Sometimes, the law even becomes an accomplice of criminals, a plaything in the hands of the powerful, because it was formulated to serve the interests of these powerful.

In the past, I chose the law because I knew that after being far away from the profession of a prosecutor, I could exercise less justice.

Now that I give up the law, I understand that without it, I can add more justice to the world.

When I killed Takayuki Fukuda, I had realized that: if one day, what I did was discovered, I would frankly accept the price that the people had to bear for my past actions and accept the final judgment.

Justice is heavy and has a price, and I am willing to pay the price that I deserve for the justice I pursue.

I believe that my final ending will definitely be a gallows.