death of hope

Chapter 1084 "Psionic Storm" (157) Chaos
New Sapporo City,
A major event has occurred.

Senator Tsuneo Shino was stabbed at the parade, but it seems she was prepared and survived by hiding in the protection of her bodyguards.

Regardless of the truth, there is no doubt that this is a major event that has caused a public uproar.

Ratings equal money, and reporters from newspapers and radio stations swarmed in like vultures smelling blood, going against the flow of fleeing people.

Unbeknownst to most, prior to the assassination, a momentous event, one that could alter the fate of every intelligent race in the galaxy—an apocalyptic catastrophe—quietly occurred at the psionic research institute in the city's development zone.
Sakura Corporation, the company involved, is making every effort to cover up the truth.

But paper,

The truth eventually came out...

·
city ​​center,
Paul Korchagin ran against the flow of people, passing a brightly lit "Suning" appliance store.

The manager, clerks, and security guards had all fled, leaving the merchandise unattended. Hundreds of masked men smashed open the roller shutter door and rushed in to begin their "zero-dollar purchase."

(Calm down... Don't act recklessly like a headless fly, you need to gather some information first...)
Thinking this, Paul slowed down and stopped to watch.

Behind the huge glass display window, dozens of television sets of different brands and models were neatly arranged, broadcasting different TV stations. Most of the channels were showing live footage from their own reporters.

In the aerial footage taken from the helicopter, thick smoke billows from high-rise buildings, fires break out in many parts of the city, firefighters are exhausted from their work, and a once bustling bar street has been reduced to ruins.

Paul frowned:

(Is this all our fault? No, an assassination, a failed assassination, couldn't have caused such a disaster. What happened?)

·
On another television screen, on another channel, footage captured by a courageous cameraman gave him the answer:
A monster, even larger than those in the monster movie "Godzilla," resembling a mountain of flesh, is wreaking havoc in the city.
The thing was so bizarre that it seemed unlike any carbon-based life form. It destroyed the Ebisu Grand Opera House as easily as knocking down Lego bricks, making the panicked crowds who scattered in all directions seem as insignificant as ants.

"What...what is that?"

Paul stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered:
(I know the senator's methods; the old man will stop at nothing to achieve his goals... but this monster is too much...)

That's outrageous...)
·
Paul's gaze shifted to another television screen, another channel, where the newspaper's helicopter was filming a section of highway from above:
The taillights of the cars formed a spectacular long line, the main roads were completely congested, and the opposite lanes were also occupied by cars going in the wrong direction. Car horns blared incessantly, and many drivers abandoned their cars, climbed over fences and fled on foot in the fields. Many people fell into the polluted river and drowned.

Armored vehicles from the National Guard and the Federal Army were mobilized to the scene on a large scale. M1 obstacle clearing vehicles, modified from heavy tanks, were using their buckets to clear civilian vehicles that were blocking the way. Military police wearing helmets were shouting through loudspeakers to maintain order, but no one listened to them.

The air was also in an uproar. Armed helicopters and jet fighters painted in digital camouflage were constantly flying low alongside the television station's helicopter. It seemed that the federal garrison's air power had also been urgently mobilized; things were really serious. Paul shifted his gaze to another television set; a reporter from Time magazine was broadcasting live from the lower town.

The slums resembled a battlefield, with bullets flying everywhere, grenades exploding constantly, and residential buildings and shops serving as cover. Tracer rounds, like fiery snakes, licked at the asphalt.
Hollywood's big-budget gunfight movies pale in comparison. The reporter shouted, spittle flying, trying to drown out the decibels of the gunfire.
"Exclusive report from Time magazine! Multiple forces are engaged in fierce fighting in the streets of Shin-Sapporo's Shimotsu district!"
The known participants include sheriffs and SWAT agents, FBI agents and National Guard members, corporate fighters from several companies, gangsters, cult members, and drug-addicted lunatics; they all seem to be embroiled in a chaotic battle over something…

My God! It's hard to believe this is a city in the top ten of the federal GDP rankings! There's no order here, it's lawless! Everything is in complete chaos!
Ouch! Stop filming! Run!
Ahhh!

In the final shot, a stray bullet blew the reporter's head off, and his brains splattered onto the camera lens like tofu pudding. The signal was quickly cut off by the director, and the screen went blue.

·
(What are they fighting over?)

Paul had intended to gather some intelligence before making his desperate gamble, but now the more he looked, the more confused he became.

All channels were broadcasting the show live, and the ratings were higher than ever before. Only Kyoto TV was still airing the anime "Rabi Shin" and also airing Bandai's Gundam model commercials, which was as bizarre as ever.

·
"Boss, the rendezvous point is up ahead, what are you standing here for?!"

Two hands slapped Paul's left and right shoulders simultaneously, startling him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Turning around and seeing Tonya and Sergei panting heavily, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you found Old Cui?"

"No..." Tonya's eyes glistened with tears.

"I just can't understand... why Old Cui betrayed us... all my skills were taught to me by him..."

"Just mentioning him makes me furious! He's a damn bastard! He killed Miss Takiya and Ando's brother! Old Ni was driven mad with rage!" Sergei spat and cursed.

"When I catch that grandson of mine, I'll definitely rip off his pointed ears and make them into pig ear sashimi to go with my drinks!"

“Never mind him, the mission is more important…” Paul sighed and said to the two of them:
"Let's go! Let's go help the old nun!"

"How can we help?!" Sergei shrugged. "Just throw our lives away with him?"

“I’ve got an idea.” Donya looked at the large-displacement motorcycles abandoned by biker gangs on the side of the street.