"Traitors!"
"This is a blatant betrayal, a crime of treason, and must be punished by heaven!"
The non-prescription glasses were slammed hard on the console, shattering into countless pieces. The entire 'Special Operations Conference Room' was silent, with everyone staring intently at the screen in front of them as if they could make a flower bloom.
"...Superintendent... Superintendent General, the Prime Minister is on the phone."
A police officer beside him tremblingly handed over the phone.
This was the government's internal dedicated line, and there was no possibility of it being wiretapped.
"This is Takeya Haru!"
If it were a normal day, even as the Superintendent General of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the middle-aged man would not be so 'impolite'. But now, the Superintendent General Takeya, who had loosened his tie, had lost all patience for official-speak.
"Takeya-kun, calm down."
The Prime Minister's calm voice came from the phone.
"Anger solves no problems. This is a situation we would have had to face sooner or later."
"...I understand, Prime Minister."
Rubbing his temples, Superintendent General Takeya certainly knew.
Although the island nation was nominally a sovereign country, but... which sovereign country has 140 foreign military bases? Has troops stationed in its heartland? From the moment the supernatural was discovered, it was only a matter of time before America found out.
"But I didn't expect it to be so fast!"
What was most difficult for Superintendent General Takeya to accept was how quickly America had reacted.
At the same time, if not for someone with inside knowledge and high authority 'tipping them off', even if America suddenly heard about the appearance of the supernatural, they would instinctively disbelieve it, right?
"We'll talk about the traitor later."
"Now that things have come to this, can we... destroy the target?"
A cold voice came from the phone, making Superintendent General Takeya pause for a moment, then react.
That's right.
Since the island nation can't have it, then the American bastards can't have it either!
No matter how much the public opinion promoted 'America is a benevolent suzerain state', in fact, the majority of the island nation's high-level officials' perception of America would never be good. The reason was simple: if you can be a person, who wants to be a dog?
What's more, for so many years, America had been sucking the island nation's blood, and it wasn't just once or twice.
Even if it wasn't for some great national cause, that money should have been theirs!
"Sorry, it's too late."
Looking at the surveillance footage, Superintendent General Takeya sighed.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
One by one, classic UH-60 utility helicopters roared through the night sky, circling over Kita-Senju Town, with machine guns mounted at the open cabin doors.
"Is that... an American Black Hawk?"
The 'pedestrians' on the streets below had already been secretly evacuated, and the rest were plainclothes police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department.
"What are they doing here?"
"Wait, are the American helicopters going to... deploy troops here?"
Watching the helicopters appear, circle, and drop soft ropes, the expressions of the plainclothes police officers below turned from confusion to horror.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
One by one, fully armed 'suzerain state soldiers' fast-roped down.
They quickly spread out into tactical formations, their muzzles... encompassing all the plainclothes police officers, looking as if they were about to start a massacre!
"May I ask..."
A Police Superintendent in charge of the scene braced himself and stepped forward, trying to negotiate in English.
"Military operation, no comment!"
The leading white major's first words directly blocked any possibility of the other party continuing to speak.
This was no joke. The American military did indeed have the right to launch a military operation here because: Tokyo's airspace belonged to America!
That's right, there was an area above the island nation called the 'Yokota Airspace', the ownership of which belonged to America.
Yokota Air Base was the headquarters of the U.S. Forces in Japan. Within this airspace, Japanese aircraft were not allowed to enter without permission, otherwise it would constitute interference with American military operations and they would have to bear the consequences and pay compensation.
This forced Japanese planes to detour, spending fuel to fly in a large circle before they could land... of course, this part of the cost was also directly passed on to consumers.
And the scope of this airspace covered almost all of Tokyo and seven surrounding prefectures. In this area, American aircraft could take off and land freely, a 'privilege' that even the island nation's Self-Defense Forces did not have.
"You—"
The Police Superintendent wanted to say more, but the suzerain state soldier's muzzle was pointed directly at him!
"OK, OK."
In this situation, besides raising his hands and backing away, what else could this Police Superintendent say?
Was he supposed to block the American bastard's bullet with his forehead?
"Damn it!"
Walking out of the ramen shop and looking up to see a sea of black muzzles, Iori Ichika clenched her fists, but could only helplessly unclench them.
That's right, she had won a medal in an international karate competition. That's right, she had also won a place in the police force's shooting competition... but facing a row of long guns and short cannons, a body of flesh and blood would still be torn to shreds on the spot.
If only I had supernatural powers...
"Move!"
Amidst the roar of the leading major, Iori Ichika had no choice but to lower her head and walk to the side, revealing:
Tanimura Wataru with a狰狞expression.
"Fire—"
Without any extra nonsense, the American soldiers directly pulled the triggers.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft.
In a series of soft sounds, before Tanimura Wataru could react, he was hit by more than a dozen shots.
More than a dozen tranquilizer darts with fins were stuck in his body, and the anesthetic inside was injected into his body. Even a 'supernatural being' became wobbly.
Swish, swish, swish!
Following that were several 'nets' that flew out and opened in mid-air.
These metal nets, fired from net guns, were enough to tightly control a lion or a tiger.
Thud.
The next second,
Tanimura Wataru, with tranquilizer darts in his body and wrapped in a metal net, finally fell to the ground.
"Ha, supernatural?"
The white major snorted coldly and waved his hand.
A group of soldiers with dark faces under their helmets immediately surrounded him from all directions.
"Roar~~ Roar~~!"
Even though he was hit by more than a dozen tranquilizer darts, 'Tanimura Wataru', who was wrapped in the metal net, still bared his teeth and didn't pass out.
"Take him away."
However, he only had the strength to struggle. The white major nodded with satisfaction.
Werewolves... actually exist.
But how did this look somewhat like a dog—
Rip!!
Just as America was about to take away its prize and the island nation's police were looking dejected, a sudden change occurred!
A Shiba Inu suddenly leaped up, its claws swiping across the white major's neck.
Flesh, blood, bones... in front of these sharp claws, were like paper.
The head flew up, and blood gushed out!
The Shiba Inu's figure suddenly swelled, turning into a half-man, half-dog monster.
"Damn American bastards—"
In a perfect island nation curse, Tanimura Wataru, who had already transformed into a 'werewolf', rushed towards those horrified American soldiers!
Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is both fast and accurate.
This was only limited to normal creatures. Propelled by chakra, Tanimura Wataru burst out with a speed that even a cheetah would be left in the dust. He turned into an afterimage and rushed into the group of soldiers.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!!!
A swipe of the claws, and the arm holding the gun flew into the air. A bite of the mouth, and a bowl-sized hole was immediately chewed out of the neck.
Relying on his formidable physical fitness, Tanimura Wataru, who had rushed into the group of soldiers, stirred up a bloody storm!
Wherever his claws and fangs went, severed limbs flew along with spurting blood.
If the island nation's government had recruited him, Tanimura Wataru could have reluctantly accepted. But to fall into the hands of America... wasn't America the one who loved to make all kinds of dissection movies? What's more, with the other party's domineering attitude of acting without a word as soon as they landed, it was likely that life would be worse than death.
I'll risk it!
Leaving a card up his sleeve, Tanimura Wataru, who had used the 'Beast Human Clone Jutsu' to have the Shiba Inu take his place while he disguised himself as the Shiba Inu, went on a killing spree, looking like a madman!
"Fire, fire, fire!"
The American soldiers who had landed on the ground were no pushovers either. They immediately returned fire continuously.
However, most of them were holding 'non-lethal weapons'. Although they also had normal firearms, by the time they drew their guns, the entire street was already a scene of severed limbs and visceral screams... this made the lieutenant general, who was commanding from the Black Hawk's surveillance, both shocked and furious.
"Cannon team, prepare—"
Seeing his soldiers being slaughtered, the lieutenant general in Yokosuka also became anxious.
If he couldn't get a living sample, a corpse would also do!
If the other party escaped,
even a lieutenant general like him would not be able to avoid a trip back home.
Just as the Black Hawk helicopters were turning around and aiming their cannons at the ground below:
Fog.
White, billowing fog.
It was as if the area below Kita-Senju Town had become a boiling cauldron. Thick white fog appeared out of thin air, then spread out, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters!
In just a few seconds, the entire 1-chome was enveloped in thick fog, making it impossible to see even two meters away.
????
This fog came too abruptly, too fiercely.
The several Black Hawk helicopters circling in the sky were all shrouded in the thick fog.
"Oh, Fuck!"
"Shit..."
Swish.
Just as the helicopter pilots were preparing to ascend,
sheets of white paper lightly emerged from the fog, flying through the open cabin doors and swiping across the pilots' helmets.
Throat-slitting!
Paper Shuriken