Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 875 Operation Sun Recapture
While Zatanna and her companions were busy searching for the entrance, the island nation's high-level officials were experiencing a dramatic change.

The main body collected far more than nine islands in Japan. Even after he stopped, the momentum continued. It can be said that he had so many talented people in Japan that even the cattle and horses in the underworld had a surplus of labor. Moreover, the overlap rate was very high, so he could easily form a cabinet composed entirely of Shiba Inus.

Now they have all found a place to use their talents and no longer have to work overtime in the underworld. They have all changed their appearances and begun to replace the high-ranking officials of the island nation in the DC Universe. This is known as the Sun Stealing Plan.

The whole process went smoothly without any major incidents. After all, the island nation's top officials are always the same, no matter which world they're in, and the replacements are all seasoned politicians in high positions. As a result, the integration was incredibly smooth, and even the vast number of middle-level officials didn't notice anything unusual.

The only change was in the island nation's imperial palace, where a new statue of a deity was added. The imperial family now bows three times a day to the statue of the Dragon Mother, Princess Fukushima, with utmost reverence.

As for the reason, the soul-reaping messenger from the Japanese underworld dragged his whole family to the Land of the Dead for a few days, and also let them watch the various exciting experiences of the replaced island officials here, such as sashimi, grilled takoyaki, tempura, and shredded bonito. It was so exciting that Ya Mie Die's soul-stirring cries never stopped.

They probably never imagined that they would scream more loudly than any man or woman they had ever been with, causing the Emperor's entire family to feel their feet getting wet.

With his life hanging by a thread and the entire leadership replaced, the Emperor, who was already a figurehead, no longer cares what he thinks or does. Now he prays three times a day, only hoping not to be banished to the underworld after his death.

After the replacement was completed, the entire island nation's government began to reverse its previous course of operations.

Like island nations in other worlds, the island nations in the DC Universe still have to be subservient to their bald eagle godfather, and have almost completely lost their sovereignty in terms of military and political affairs, and even their economies suffer greatly from exploitation.

Not only did the higher-ups know this, but the common people at the bottom also knew it. They not only knew it, but also tried to resist. However, the result was that they were slapped hard by their godfather and rolled on the ground, almost making them experience again how hot Tokyo was back then.

Now that Yan Xu is helping them gain an advantage, it's time for the dog to turn the tables and bite the eagle.

However, the original inertia was too great. Even if the entire top leadership were replaced, it would not be easy to reverse the direction, not to mention that over the years, the United States had cultivated countless traitors in the island nation.

They used to have no room to maneuver because those in higher positions were quicker and better at currying favor than they were; otherwise, how could they have secured high positions?

Now that they've finally caught them red-handed, there's no room for hesitation. In any case, the letters of complaint have piled up on the desk of the US military lieutenant general stationed on the island, and his phone and email have been ringing non-stop.

"Have these island nation monkeys taken the wrong medicine, or are they high? Have they gone mad?!" Because the Kryptonian spaceship crashed into the Ganges River, in order to ensure that the salvage process was foolproof, especially to guard against troublemakers, the island-based fleet was also mobilized, which caused many problems. Vice Admiral Mei Jun was busy all day long and really didn't want to deal with these island nation monkeys. After all, Mei Jun received reports from these monkeys every day.

Some used this to show loyalty, some to attack political enemies, some to use others as pawns, and some to make baseless accusations. In short, in the eyes of the Ukrainian general, they were no different from monkeys fighting over bananas in a zoo, so he was very annoyed.

“General, you’d better take a look; something’s not right,” a colonel in charge of intelligence said, frowning. Previously, the main intelligence sources for the US military came from the island nation’s high command, because any action they took required permission from their “godfather” (the government’s high-ranking official). Otherwise, it wouldn’t be resolved with mere apologies; it was like the relationship between the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Empress Dowager.

As for the intelligence from the middle levels, it is mostly used to corroborate the accuracy of the intelligence provided by the higher-ups, and it is not given much importance. This is because the Japanese don't care about these trivial matters, and they don't even care if they are deceived, because it means that the island monkeys are itching for a beating, and they can just give them a good beating and then find an excuse to plunder them afterwards.

But this time we received so many whistleblower letters that we had to take it seriously, even if it was just a token gesture.

"Shrines dedicated to ghosts and monsters are being built in various places." Lieutenant General Mold picked up a piece of intelligence impatiently.

"What's so strange about that? These island monkeys even worship their own bowls. The dolls in my daughter's room become the gods they worship, just like that sun goddess Amaterasu," General Mold said irritably.

"The samurai clan has jointly demanded that the cabinet return power to the Emperor? Are those clowns with samurai swords drunk?" Lieutenant General Mei Jun couldn't convince himself to take this intelligence seriously, because if he reported it, it would be suspected that he was treating the congressmen and the Pentagon generals like fools.

Moreover, the accompanying photos were incredibly well-taken: a group of elderly people in their seventies and eighties wearing armor with dust still clinging to the gaps, holding samurai swords in one hand and canes in the other, shouting various slogans, while the background featured an old samurai being carried onto an ambulance due to his excessive excitement.

"I must be crazy to sit here looking at this stuff." Lieutenant General Mei stared at the serious-looking colonel, tossed the intelligence report in his hand onto the table, and said slowly.

“In the past, the person in the palace would have come out to appease the samurai, the cabinet would have stepped in to quell the repercussions, and the media would have used a lot of entertainment news to divert attention. But now none of that has happened. It’s clear that the island nation’s top brass has tacitly approved of this,” the colonel said seriously.

"What are you trying to say? Do you think these island monkeys want to defeat the invincible American soldiers with these samurai, to defeat guns and cannons with flesh and blood, and to cut down tanks with samurai swords?" The American general stood up, picked up his hat and put it on, not wanting to continue this topic.

"Your Excellency, the samurai of the island nation have decided to offer their eldest sons to form the Thousand Sons Corps to protect the Emperor's supreme authority. The island's cabinet has also passed a resolution to establish a new department, the Ministry of Yokai, to manage the island's demons and monsters," the colonel continued persistently.

“If you don’t want the congressmen to slap your face with their shoes, the Pentagon generals to kick your ass with their boots, and then send you to Antarctica to find polar bears, then just give up on this ridiculous intelligence. Just consider these island monkeys as a group of high. Anyway, they’ve never been normal, have they?” Lieutenant General Mei raised his hand to straighten the colonel’s collar, then stared into the other’s eyes and said.

"Yes, General." The colonel finally succumbed to reality, because even he didn't believe that the island nation could defeat the invincible American soldiers. His so-called persistence was nothing more than an urgent desire for progress, and offending the lieutenant general for this was obviously very unwise.

If samurai and ghosts were useful, they wouldn't have landed on this island and lorded it over people for so many years.

Just as the moldy fungus was treating these news stories as a joke, the eldest sons of many samurai families in the island nation received a set of crimson armor and weapons, because today was the day they joined the Thousand Sons Legion.

(End of this chapter)