Traveler Major League

Chapter 298 Red Danger Alert
It on the phone: You can see that you’re not feeling too excited.

Tiger: Yes, for the war of aggression against China in the last century, this apology movement can only be regarded as a little interest. You may not understand how much damage that war caused to my nation.

It on the phone: I know that it is estimated that Japan has caused you losses including about 6.4 million tons of coal, about 2 million tons of rare earths, about 7 million cubic meters of trees, and about 4.9 million tons of iron and copper resources.

Tiger: What about the innocent victims?
It on the phone: The death of an individual is really hard for me to understand.

Tiger: You and your group are a collective?

It on the mobile phone: You can understand it this way.

Shan Jun: This is why you are so anxious to enter that world. You can manipulate the silicon-based people in that world and obtain real entities in our universe, right?

It on your phone: Silicon-based people can work for me just like you.

Tiger: Is it from another universe?

It on the phone: There is no real conflict of interest between the two universes, and now the first-order task is to actually build a quantum computer.

Shan Jun closed his eyes and imagined the scene of silicon-based people living together with humans in the future.

Japan's apology movement is in full swing and has a tendency to expand, but Shanjun's pleasure of revenge is not too strong. In his heart, it seems that human history has entered a new chapter, and history has become extremely distant. It is a feeling of emptiness.

Shanjun replied: "I will wait for your instructions."

It on your phone: What you need is to strengthen your organization.

Shanjun: I understand. The reason I came to Japan is to recruit surrenders and traitors to strengthen our strength. However, there are some impurities that need to be removed. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. This is the best option, isn't it?
It on the phone: Yes, so I support you.

Yokota is the headquarters of the Fifth Air Force of the U.S. Army in Japan.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from the five cities and one town in Tokyo in the distance, coupled with the flames in the darkness after the power outage, made time seem to have gone back to the great bombing period of the 1940s.

The American soldiers on the watchtower raised their infrared binoculars and observed the smoke from the direction of the explosion. Tokyo's tallest building, the 634-meter-high Tokyo Skytree, first spewed thick smoke from the bottom floors. That location seemed to have been bitten off by a giant beast. Nearly half an hour later, the flames coming out from there broke through the thick smoke and climbed rapidly upwards.

The area around the Tokyo Skytree was shrouded in thick smoke. There was no sign of fire trucks or ambulances in the congested traffic. The people on the buildings were powerless to resist the scorching flames and smoke. In order to survive, they jumped from high floors above the fire line and were instantly swallowed up by the thick smoke.

At least this way it's more comfortable and less painful.

An hour later, the steel structure of the building softened and collapsed, and the smoke and dust doubled again until the American soldiers on the watchtower also smelled a smell of dust mixed with burnt food.

"Damn, is there a war going on here?"

"According to the command of the headquarters, no one is allowed to leave the base. Unless they point the gun at your nose and the bullet goes through your brain, you are not allowed to fire." Lieutenant Murphy, the platoon leader, held up the binoculars and shook his head.

"What are they doing?"

"Don't worry about the riots caused by the Great Trial, let them deal with it themselves." Murphy explained. He was increasingly confused by the current state of the world. The flames in the city under the night sky made him feel as if he was back in Iraq. The difference was that the riots were caused simply by the arrival of a Chinese man named Shanjun.

"Boss, when are we going to return to North America?"

"Who knows? Compared to returning to the United States, I think it is more likely that the higher-ups will ask us to obey the orders of that Chinese man."

"Damn it, I'm not a butcher, I won't shoot at civilians!"

"You will." Murphy didn't say this out loud. He wanted to give the soldiers more time to enjoy their moral superiority, because he was the same when he first started in Iraq.

The noisy noise on the walkie-talkie made Murphy very upset. The reports from various outposts made him judge the seriousness of the situation. The chaotic gunshots were getting closer and closer to the base.

Of course, what was more intuitive was what he saw with his naked eyes: a convoy of more than a dozen black Honda sedans rushed towards him from a three-way intersection in the distance, and the blazing white headlights made his eyes sore.

"Boss, shall we open fire?" "No shooting, no shooting! There's a roadblock, they can't get through!"

Murphy ran down the watchtower as fast as he could. That group of people looked like important people. To be more precise, the word "once" would be more accurate.

Passing the roadblock, the sound of gunfire in the distance was getting closer.

"The command from the headquarters is that no one is allowed to enter the base." Murphy raised his gun and pointed it at the men in black who were approaching him.

"This is Mr. Tanaka, who needs to see Lieutenant General Smith." The translator faced the gun, half bowed, and then nervously reminded, "It's the Prime Minister."

"No need to remind me, I know him." Murphy certainly knew the big shot who was still sitting in the car, but he didn't care. Instead, he showed a sympathetic and sarcastic smile on his face, "According to the command of the headquarters, even you cannot enter the base."

"No, that's impossible. This is the Prime Minister." The black-clad translator on the other side widened his eyes. "Are you going to give up Japan?"

"Times have changed. The Earth is too small. The Earth is not the whole world anymore." Murphy snorted a few times. This was what he heard from other staff officers in the headquarters. It was quite appropriate at this time. "I thought you understood. Look! Maybe the people chasing you understand better."

Murphy pulled the bolt of the gun with a clatter, "Get out of here!"

A larger convoy appeared at the end of the distance, chasing this group of people.

Without any delay, the men in black started their cars and fled in the opposite direction.

The pursuit convoy did not waste any time at the US military base and went straight after it. Soon, the sound of fierce gunfire was heard from another direction. Half an hour later, the original pursuit convoy returned from another road three kilometers away, and there were several familiar black Honda sedans in the convoy.

No one cared that Murphy and his group of American soldiers were the last foreigners to see Tanaka.

Yu Chengdong was standing at the entrance of the alley in his hometown, holding gifts such as milk powder for the elderly in his hands. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he had returned from the Ming Dynasty. He had resigned from his job as a police consultant for the People's Alliance, and his job as a diplomatic envoy had been handed over to a more professional diplomatic department. The only thing left was him, who had returned to the criminal police team.

Unlike the gunpowder-filled world of the Ming Dynasty, the modern world of the Third World is filled with an atmosphere of peace. Parents have retired and are enjoying their old age, and you have also been promoted. Everything seems to be fine.

Just like what Li Lichang told him, human history has entered another track, but as an individual, he still has to base himself on the status quo. Even if he doesn't base himself on the status quo, what else can he do? He can't get involved in national affairs.

Having said that, how could he, who had experienced the surging revolutionary wave in another world, be content with a life busy with trivial cases? As a result, he was now in a state where he had no interest in investigating and solving cases, which could have allowed him to work day and night. He received a medal and began his vacation of an indeterminate time.

When I got to the door of my house, I heard my mother's voice before I entered, "Old Yu, you stay at home all day, never leaving the house like an ancient lady. You are only in your sixties now, still young, just like sixteen, this age is the best time of life."

"Look at Mr. Zhang next door, he goes dancing and singing, he looks so young. And look at you, you just watch TV every day, don't stay at home and get sick."

As soon as the axis chief finished muttering, Yu Chengdong knocked on the door and interrupted, "Mom and Dad, I'm back."

During the past year in the Ming Dynasty world, Yu Chengdong has not contacted his family. His parents only know that he has been on a long-term mission. Compared with his work, his parents are obviously more concerned about his safety.

"How is it? Are you busy? Are you tired? Look at you, you've been gone for such a long time and you didn't even call me or tell me when you got home. Sit down and take a rest. I'll go buy some vegetables and cook something delicious." Yu Chengdong's mother's enthusiasm only lasted until she came back from buying vegetables, and then she changed to a different tone.

"Look at you. You are already over 30, but you are still running around every day. Look at Old Zhang across the street, he holds his grandson every day. Look at you again. You don't get married or have children, and your father doesn't even go out. It's shameful. If not for yourself, you should think about your parents..."

If it were Yu Chengdong a year ago, he would definitely be extremely annoyed by this kind of nagging, but now he enjoys it very much. In his confused life, returning home is like returning to a harbor. He no longer thinks about those so-called big things and indulges himself in his parents' nagging and doting.

At this moment, the hourly news broadcast on TV interrupted the family's excitement:
According to our station's report: Last night at 23:00 Beijing time, a major riot broke out in Tokyo, Japan. The collapse of Tokyo Skytree, Japan's tallest building, caused heavy casualties and Prime Minister Tanaka went missing. It is reported that the riot is spreading across Japan. The spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs called on all parties to remain calm and restrained to avoid further escalation of the situation, and adjusted the danger level for travel to Japan from the third level "reconsider travel" to the fourth level "do not travel".

This is the highest level of travel risk, commonly known as the red danger alert.

"Oh, the Japanese are causing trouble! That's good!" Yu's father smacked his lips and took out a bottle of Wuliangye from the cabinet, "I have to drink some today."

With a click, Yu Chengdong turned off the TV with the remote control and said, "Let's eat."

(End of this chapter)