Psycho Pass Nobuchika Ginoza Novels & Stories

I should have trusted my first instincts. “So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?” “Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.” Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the loose, that is bad news for THEM.

Oya screamed as she threw thunder bolts at the glass pod she was placed in with the hopes of it breaking, but all to no avail. "Tell us who sent you" Vicoliz replied stretching out his hands as he sat down. "I don't divulge classified information" "Then don't expect to get out of that pod" Vicoliz replied standing up and flew out of the basement "Aarrgh" She screamed out of frustration punching the glass..... . . . . "I underestimated that Zeus guy" Death Note said to himself. "Let me stretch some muscles, it's been long I have had a fight" he turned to smoke and dissappeared from his office....

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Every word was like a dull knife carving into his flesh. So she had a way out. She always had. She never needed to depend on him, never needed to endure his possession and control. And he, the self-righteous fool, had thought he was her savior. "Boss, there's one more thing," Nico said cautiously. "When we tried to breach the Moretti core system, they countered us. He left a message for you." A line of English text appeared on the screen. The font was elegant, with an aristocratic arrogance:

He looked at Marco, waiting for instructions. "I want to know everything about that dancer." Marco’s tone was sharp, leaving no room for doubt. "Who she’s, where she’s from—everything." Gino nodded, his expression unreadable. "Understood." Without another word, Gino turned and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Marco leaned back in his chair, the smirk on his face growing wider. His hand drifted to his crotch, fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants, where a noticeable bulge had formed. Then, a wave of satisfaction rolled through him.

“It’s neurological. A synthetic psycho-trigger. Designed to activate trauma-formed memories and overwrite autonomy. She tried to hack his fucking personality.” “She didn’t succeed,” Alessio growled, crouched beside Noa. Noa laughed broken, bitter. “Are you sure about that?” His reflection in the mirror looked alien. His pupils blew wide. Sweat dripped down his chest. He looked high. Possessed. “I can still hear her voice in my head.” “She’s not in control,” Alessio said firmly. “You are.” “Then why do I want to kill everything I see?” Silence. Noa slammed his fist into the mirror. Glass exploded.

On the way, I skimmed through missed texts. Gino’s message caught my eye. Sophia’s guard, Nico, had shown up last night, but my guys stopped him from coming in. Today, he came back dressed as an orderly. Enzo had told me earlier there were no visitors. When I got to the floor where the guards were staying, I slowed down, scanning every corner, every person. Nothing seemed out of place. As I neared the door, I caught the tail end of their conversation. “He’s just a little punk,” Enzo was saying, voice casual. “Wanted to play with the big boys. We sent him packing. No reason to waste Damian’s time. He’s got enough to deal with. Just hope his girl wakes up soon.”

"I'll reserve a spot for you. Maybe a nature excursion will wipe that look off your face!" "What look?" Yukio replied angrily, seeing Jina as small as a pin. "You don't understand anything! You know nothing!" Jina didn't respond. She remained gazing at the face of the man who angrily threatened to hit her. She found him very attractive, with that icy gaze. She observed his chest rising rapidly from his agitated breathing caused by anger. She blushed. She really liked Yukio Tanarro, and she was starting to enjoy seeing how sexy he looked when he was angry. She smiled mischievously.

"Who are they?" "Three big fish," Noah pointed at the coordinates on the map. "Face recognition matched, license plates tracked, and I just cloned their satellite comms. They’re fully tapped." Lina leaned closer, her eyes narrowing. "Flip through the Tokyo files. Let's see who Ichiro sent." Noah hit the enter key, pulling up a row of tactical profiles. "Look at the screen." "Damn," Lina whispered, studying the faces. "These guys are heavy hitters. Shinjiro top brains. They’re professionals."

When one of the Iga ninjas saw that the driver was about to get out of the car, he rushed over to him and raised his ninjato before piercing the driver directly through his heart. The sharp ninjato not only pierced right through the driver’s body, but the tip of the ninjato also pierced directly through the hard Rolls Royce car door. The driver died in an instant! When Yahiko saw his driver getting killed from the other side, he could not help but subconsciously tremble in fear, and his legs went weak immediately. Although he was a man who had experienced many battles in the business world, this was the first time he had ever experienced this kind of disaster for himself. It was inevitable f