Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 112, Section 110: Immediate Intervention

It's less like thunder and more like a plasma waterfall.

The dark clouds poured down, illuminating everything around them in a dazzling display of light and shadow.

Just looking at it makes my retina feel a burning sensation.

The instantaneous strong electromagnetic pulse accompanying the lightning caused severe interference to nearby electronic devices, and even drones at a greater distance were overexposed by the intense white light, plunging them into a white blur.

Humanity briefly recalled the power of nature. No! This was man-made lightning!

At the center of the lightning, the engulfed Zhu Hai had no ability to resist and was instantly covered by the lightning, unable to even let out a wail.

In a mere second, its body continued to curl up, transforming into a human-faced toad covered in bumps, with half a centipede growing from its tail.

This state lasted for a moment before it vaporized and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the lightning bolt, which lingered for two seconds, also dissipated, leaving only the echoing thunder reverberating in the sky.

The land was a scene of devastation. The once vibrant carpet of fleshy growths quickly withered, curled up into writhing, grotesque tadpoles, and burst open one after another, leaving a small drop of blood on the ground.

The white-robed man raised his hand, and the crimson demon-slaying weapon stuck in the ground flew back and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye from his sleeve.

With his mind at ease, he looked up at the sky. The swirling dark clouds were dissipating, and rays of sunlight were once again penetrating the clouds and shining in.

In the blink of an eye, he was like a magic sheet; a spark quickly spread across his entire body, leaving no embers behind, and he vanished without a trace.

"Oh, I almost died."

A man on the balcony, who had almost been strangled to death by the tentacles extending from the tumor, stroked the shriveled ash on his neck, and a look of ecstatic joy slowly appeared on his face.

He picked up his phone, which had fallen around the time of the lightning strike. Because the distance wasn't particularly close, the phone wasn't damaged by the strong electromagnetic waves and was still live streaming. The chat box was frantically refreshing with viewers' insults, and at this crucial moment, he was showing them a black screen?!

Who cares if you're really going to die? Even if you do die, at least set up your phone properly.

The man ignored the vicious comments, quickly wiped the camera lens, pointed it at himself and the outside world, and excitedly shouted.

"100,000! If you give me 100,000 in tips, I'll rush out right now. If you give me 500,000, I'll film the situation on the front lines! If you give me 1 million, I'll charge into that huge hole—"

The other survivors poked their heads out of the building, looking disheveled and grateful for their survival.

The police officers hiding in the underground passage could also see the pool of blood on the platform tracks continuously receding, its destination unknown.

The SAT commander slumped to the floor, panting heavily.

"This is the passageway of Hibiya Station, and the blood pool is receding."

"Please issue the next action instructions."

Only after experiencing life and death can one understand that a peaceful daily life is not so bad.

With the disappearance of the Zhu Hai, all the anomalies it caused quickly subsided, and humanity was finally able to free up its hands to rescue and excavate the injured and deceased.

"...Is this...resolved?"

"That easy?"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room, some people were still reeling from the scene they had just witnessed, looking somewhat bewildered.

"We solved one problem," Director Takahashi sighed, "but it created an even bigger one."

The world I've lived in for decades suddenly feels unfamiliar.

His heart, which he considered quite strong, seemed so vulnerable today.

Without a doubt, cleaning up the scene and dealing with the aftermath are just minor matters.

The real challenge is how to deal with these suddenly appearing monsters and superhumans.

Let's call it that for now. But before that...
Takahashi turned on his computer and found the report that Heisei Ryu had sent some time ago in the recycle bin. He quickly reviewed it to determine whether it was just a lucky guess or if there was some evidence to support his claim.

The diplomatic convoy had arrived at the Prime Minister's residence, but it was clear that neither the Prime Minister nor Collins had any interest in the original conversation, and they tacitly postponed it.

"I'm so sorry for all the unexpected things that happened."

"I know this is not what you wanted to happen, and it's a pity that this has happened. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask. We are staunch allies."

After exchanging pleasantries with the Foreign Minister, Collins excused himself by saying he was tired and ended the conversation.

So, is all of this true?

Collins watched the transmitted images and marveled at them.

In the scene, whether it's the disgusting and bizarre monster with its ability to infect everything with flesh and blood, or the white-robed man wielding a long sword and lightning, it all seems like a scene from a movie or game.

"This was sent by Commander McCullough through military channels; he's not one to joke around."

The deputy carefully considered the situation.

"He should have already reported to the President, and it won't be long before the President makes new arrangements for us."

“Oh, McCullough, he’s definitely a serious guy. He should know what to do, right?”

"Yes, he has just arranged for troops to work together with the Japanese Self-Defense Forces to carry out post-disaster search and rescue operations."

Everyone knows that the so-called cleanup is a pretense; the main purpose is simply to use this excuse to intervene in the matter in the most convenient way and find out the cause.

Even if the Japanese knew, they couldn't do anything about it; they still had to swallow their pride and thank the American soldiers for their great and selfless dedication.

"Yes, it's really pitiful. We must take good care of these Tokyo people who have suffered an undeserved disaster."

Collins spoke sincerely, as if he were genuinely expressing sympathy for the injured and deceased, provided one ignored his radiant smile.

The deputy was unsurprised; there were no outsiders here, no surveillance equipment, so there was no need to pretend to be compassionate.

"I feel like the world has become more interesting, which reminds me of my childhood."

"..." The deputy kept his mouth shut.

"Yes, how did you know? That's right, my childhood was all about Dungeons & Dragons!"

I did not say anything!

The deputy sighed.

"Sir, you mentioned last time that your childhood was spent playing World of Warcraft."

"Really? Then you must be mistaken." Collins waved his hand without any embarrassment, changing the subject. "Oh, the President created a group chat."

He took out his phone and saw that a new group chat had appeared on their internal communication software, initiated by His Majesty the President.

There are only a few people in the group.

The president, Hoover of the CIA, McCullough, commander of Japan, Secretary of Defense and Vice President Collins.

Collins, extend this visit and include this issue in the closed-door meeting agenda.

[Hoover, provide all intelligence support. I need to know the key intelligence before the Japanese Prime Minister does.]

McCullough, maintain control of the situation and ensure the area in question remains under your control at all times.

God bless America

(End of this chapter)