Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 932 Goblin Invasion of Tokyo

Tokyo, shrouded in night, showed no signs of quieting down. Large numbers of overtime workers poured out of the company's pens, whether they wore leather shoes or high heels, all striving to catch the last train, otherwise they would either sleep on the streets or stay in internet cafes, which was no enjoyment.

As for taking a taxi, if you don't want to work for nothing all day, it's best to give up on this luxury idea.

In addition, many middle-aged office workers go out drinking in small groups to show that they are not isolated, which is also a way of isolating others, especially young people who have just joined the company.

Order two skewers and two drinks. It's not much, but it's enough to drink all night long, and everyone gets drunk. I don't know if they have a low alcohol tolerance or are good actors.

Who cares? A hypocritical country, a hypocritical society, everything is hypocritical, who cares?

Just then, a goblin covered in filth walked down the street with a mixture of curiosity and fear, clutching a rusty axe in its hand. It looked timid, strange, and even a little dangerous.

This is Tokyo, where all sorts of monsters and demons are present. Just now, an older man in black stockings and a pink skirt danced to "Gokuraku Jodo." So even the maidservants waiting for God to take them home in the street corner garden and the respectable girls who came to earn extra money didn't give them a second glance.

No one paid attention to this deformed beggar who liked cosplay until more and more goblins flooded the streets, creating an atmosphere of panic. Everyone could tell it wasn't cosplay, and no one knew where these little monsters came from. By the time they were discovered, they were everywhere.

Unfortunately, numbers are the courage of goblins, and this has also robbed humans of their courage.

A single goblin is as timid as a rat; even an adult woman can chase it away with a mop. But when countless hunched goblins gather together, wielding rusty weapons, their roars quickly merge into one, sharp enough to pierce eardrums, mixed with the screams of passersby and the alarms of shops, echoing over Tokyo as if proclaiming something.

Soon the riot began. The glass windows of the shops on the street were smashed to pieces, and dozens of goblins rushed in, stepping on the rubble, and mastered the zero-dollar shopping without any instruction.

The shop assistants tried to drive away the strange creatures, but were pounced on, killed, and dismembered. Only the female shop assistants survived, but what awaited them was hell.

These monsters from another world may be weak individually, but they are numerous and have a terrifying ability to reproduce. They can mate with females of any race and give birth to new goblins in just one month. The newborns can grow into mature individuals in three months, making their reproductive capacity comparable to that of rats.

So as long as these goblins cannot be completely eradicated, they will proliferate like cockroaches, and the island nation is currently completely unaware of this.

A large number of police officers had arrived by then, but to no avail.

Most police officers in the island nation have not received rigorous training, especially in combat. When faced with goblins who were burning, killing, and looting everywhere, displaying the demeanor of Japanese generals, their hands trembled as they held their guns.

They only have a handful of live-fire training sessions a year. Most of the time, they deal with drunken disturbances or petty theft, and sometimes they even have to serve on their knees. In such a humble situation, they never imagined that one day they would be pulling the trigger on a monster.

The first shot rang out in the crowd, the bullet grazing the goblin's ear and hitting the wall, sending up a cloud of white dust. The second shot also went astray, hitting a vending machine on the side of the road, spilling cola and juice mixed with glass shards all over the ground.

This is the procedure that island nation police officers must follow before firing at their targets: one shot into the air and one shot into the ground, serving as both a warning and an opportunity for repentance. However, this did not deter the target. More goblins swarmed around the source of the gunfire. They seemed unaware of the bullets, or perhaps they were completely oblivious to the threat they posed. They simply rushed towards the source of the loud noise because of their numbers, and that was their courage.

Even if these police officers were able to hit their targets every time, what difference would it make? The goblins that had begun to spread throughout Tokyo were more numerous than cockroaches in a landfill. They were everywhere, attempting to invade all buildings, from street-side shops to taller office buildings, and even from the sewers into homes.

A group of goblins stormed into a company, tearing documents to shreds. A male office worker, who was working overtime all night, was dragged out of a window and thrown before he could even tell if he was dreaming. His screams were drowned out by the sound of breaking glass, while the woman became the mother of offspring.

Similar incidents occurred in almost every corner of Tokyo, with an almost endless green wave spreading rampantly, attempting to dye the entire city green. Black people applauded this, and Indians danced and sang. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had never been so busy. Desperate reports kept coming in, but they were powerless to do anything because there were simply too many of them; they didn't have enough manpower. So they could only report to higher authorities and request tactical guidance.

The powerful and wealthy hiding in the shelters were naturally anxious, but they couldn't very well let planes and missiles bomb Tokyo. They could only call in the Self-Defense Forces, but even that was ineffective if the number was too small. So they could only ask the common people to be patient a little longer.

Before dawn, Tokyo had already turned into a green sea. Looking down from the sky, the dark green figures of goblins crowded the streets, like overflowing swamps and sewage.

No one knows where these goblins came from—whether they came from a sudden portal to another world or a monster's lair hidden deep within the earth.

But that no longer matters; the Self-Defense Forces, having finally arrived, began entering the city to clear out these little monsters that were about to destroy Tokyo.

Unfortunately, not only were airplanes and missiles forbidden, but even tanks were not allowed to enter. Furthermore, the use of heavy machine guns and individual rocket launchers within the city was prohibited. If they were to be used, they had to report to their superiors and obtain permission before they could be used; otherwise, it would be considered a crime.

Unfortunately, the island nation is struggling these days, relying entirely on its nine cities for support. Tokyo is the most vital part of Japan, so any loss there would be amplified and have a serious impact on the entire country. Therefore, we must be cautious to prevent even greater losses.

In this situation, Self-Defense Force members could only nervously carry their guns and follow the armored vehicles into Tokyo.

The armored vehicle's tracks rolled over the shards of glass scattered on the ground. Takashi Tadashi, who was in charge of operating the machine gun, had his knuckles white from clenching his fists. He stared at the dense, surging green figures in the distance, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

As if sensing something, the goblins, having spent the night in revelry, appeared in every corner of the street, staring intently at these different humans, but did not rush forward. Clearly, they not only possessed intelligence, but it was also quite high, at least higher than that of most animals.

"Maintain formation and do not fire without authorization!" came the officer's hoarse order over the radio, but no sooner had the words left his mouth than panicked cries for help came from not far away.

Yamada looked up abruptly and saw a man in a suit who had escaped by hiding in a trash can jump out in excitement upon seeing the Self-Defense Forces, wanting their protection. He was then dragged into an alley by three goblins, followed by screams of agony.

"Captain! Requesting permission to fire!" Yamada's hand gripping the machine gun began to tremble. He remembered the phone call he'd had with his wife in Tokyo the night before. She'd said she was going to make tamagoyaki for their daughter, who hadn't had a good appetite lately, and had reminded him to be careful while on duty. But now...
"Wait a little longer! Headquarters hasn't given us the authority to fire yet!" The officer's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and he cursed the damned higher-ups in his heart.

The decision had already been made to mobilize the Self-Defense Forces to massacre the monsters occupying Tokyo. However, after securing their safety, a group of brain-dead high-ranking officials jumped out and claimed that the issue should be resolved through negotiations. They argued that some indications suggested that the monsters were also intelligent life forms, and that negotiations could minimize casualties.

Is this something a normal human being could come up with?!

Back then, even the Japanese general was classified as a human being and allowed to perform human tasks?

The problem is that this group, under the banner of reducing casualties and peaceful coexistence, actually won over a bunch of brainless sanctimonious people who cheered them on, causing the order to go to war to be delayed for a long time.

From this perspective, the reformers were indeed not idle; they introduced a lot of advanced but dross from the West and cultivated a group of "higher animals" who thought with some unknown ideologies.

But do they really not realize how foolish this proposal is?
How could that be? The suggestion may be foolish, but that doesn't mean the person is foolish. Besides the reasons of faction and interests, and opposing for the sake of opposing, there is another very simple reason: low cost and high reward.

The people below are responsible for carrying out the work. If it succeeds, it's their credit; if it fails, it's because the people below didn't do a good job. So why not do it?

(End of this chapter)