Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 218 Chapter 216: Pig advances suddenly

Time is limited on the big island, so it's best not to extend your time if possible. It's more worthwhile to use your gratitude points to enhance your combat power.

Taking advantage of its weakness, while the flat-faced bear that had just collapsed was still howling, Oshima stepped forward and delivered an elbow strike.

A grateful heart!

Thud—Crack!
A powerful, grateful elbow strike landed precisely on the other half of the bear's face, catching it off guard.

The sound of bones shattering was deafening; the giant bear collapsed to the ground.

Thank you for being there!

With a spinning kick, the whip-like leg swung like a battle axe, and with a dull thud, it struck another giant bear that was trying to rescue its companion.

A clear thud came from under the bear's ribs as its massive body stumbled backward, crashing into a section of a decorative low wall.

He would feel guilty for killing people, but he felt he could still bear to kill these demonic bears.

His finishing blows were lightning fast, his fists carrying a gust of wind as he pounded the fallen giant bear in the temples, nose, and throat.

Poof, poof!

A dull thud was mixed with the faint sound of skull cracking.

Seeing their companion so humiliated, the remaining two giant bears instantly went berserk and charged forward recklessly.

Oshima recalled the combat experience he had gained from exchanging ideas with Nobita and Taki. He took a deep breath, and instead of retreating, he advanced. Just as the giant bear stood upright, preparing to shatter the earth with its hammer,

Whoosh.

He quickly ducked and slid in with a tackle towards the bear's open lower abdomen, gathering power in his toes, aiming for the bear's groin!

Wow!

The defenses here were noticeably weaker, and with that kick, half of the calf went straight in.

A horrific gash, with flesh torn open, was ripped open, and scalding entrails mixed with a waterfall of blood gushed out amidst the giant bear's desperate howls, drenching the entire island.

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Well, he didn't expect this.

The powerless giant bear collapsed to the ground, encasing him in its corpse, filling the air with a stench.

The other giant bear was completely stunned. It froze in place halfway through its roar, its small eyes staring as Oshima turned over its companion's corpse, revealing a fresh set of large intestine sashimi.

Just over a minute.

All three monstrous, mutated bears were killed.

Oshima was thrilled, and after exchanging ideas with players who had more combat experience, he found it helpful.

At least not long ago, he certainly didn't believe he could perform so smoothly in actual combat.

Their previous appearances were mostly about dealing with minor security issues, which they could suppress with their own strength alone, without needing any special skills.

The problem right now is that I'm not controlling the power well enough, so I can't use the power of gratitude most efficiently and end up wasting a lot of it.

Catching his breath, Oshima suddenly looked up.

"Roar--!"

A strange roar, distinct from these giant bears, sounded deeper, more oppressive, and even carried a cold, commanding tone, suddenly resounded from the depths of the boundless primeval forest behind the resort hotel!
The sound waves pierced through the layers of trees and rain curtains, almost causing the raindrops in mid-air to form strange shockwaves, which resounded clearly in the ears of everyone nearby.

The giant bears that had been chasing the survivors and cornering them all looked up alertly when they heard the roar.

Then, as if receiving an order that could not be disobeyed, they growled, ignored their readily available prey, and turned around without hesitation, rushing towards the dark forest.

The giant bear confronting the large island was no exception. It cautiously stared at the island, slowly retreated, and then turned and ran after reaching a safe distance.

The heavy footsteps and the noise of trampling vegetation receded into the distance like the receding tide.

Only a few hunters who had narrowly escaped death and tourists scattered around the hotel remained, slumped in the mud, their bodies soaked with cold sweat and rain, staring blankly in the direction where the bears had disappeared into the darkness, their hearts pounding wildly.

Everything that just happened felt like a nightmare.

Many of them still find it hard to accept that this actually happened, and suspect that it was a nightmare.

“Gods, Jesus, please grant me your name, and I will be a devout believer for the rest of my life,” the praying man shouted excitedly as he climbed up behind the large island.

Oshima could feel the other party's gratitude surging forth like it was free.

If we extend the timeframe, I estimate that he alone could save more people than all the people he has saved before combined.

"It's enough to just be a good person."

After saying that, Oshima took off from the spot, preparing to patrol around to see if anyone else was in trouble.

"I understand! I will definitely be a truly good person from now on!" the man shouted, waving his hands on the ground.

Oshima secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He would rather fight another giant bear than talk to strangers. On the one hand, this was his personality, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his identity would be exposed.

After quickly surveying the area, it was clear that the giant bears had all retreated, and the survivors were not on the verge of death, but their mental state was worrying.

After landing on the ground, Oshima righted an overturned pickup truck and pulled the hunter out of it.

"Thank you."

The hunter, covered in blood, leaned against the wheel hub, glanced at the mangled corpse of his companion not far away, and with trembling hands reached into his pockets, pulling out a shriveled pack of cigarettes.

"Do you smoke?"

Oshima shook his head.

The hunter took a bite, his lips pale and pursed, pulled out his lighter, and pressed it a few times with trembling hands, but failed to light it.

Oshima took the lighter, pressed the button, and lit his cigarette.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

When the hunter looked up to thank him, Ooshima had already disappeared.

He took two breaths, struggled to get up, and saw a signal flare rising in the distant sky.

Without hesitation, he threw away the half-smoked cigarette, got back into the car, started the engine, and drove toward the direction of the signal flare.

"If you're still alive, give me a couple of breaths. Who fired the signal flare? What's the situation? I'm coming over now."

The communication equipment was buzzing.

“It is I, Shengdou.”

The deadly rain at the foot of Mount Fuji gradually subsided, but the nightmare in Kofu City had already suddenly descended.

Earlier.

Kofu City Police Department.

Police lights flashed in the rainy night as several police cars lined up in a long line, speeding northward.

"Due to time constraints, we couldn't explain the operation in advance and had to do it on the way."

"According to information from the Agriculture and Forestry Department, a large number of wild boar tracks have been found in the buffer zone of the northern mountains. They are rushing towards the city at a very fast speed."

"The Yamanashi Police Headquarters' SWAT team has been deployed, and the Joint Hunting Club is setting up a defensive line. Our mission is to prevent wild boar herds from breaking into the city. We may use live ammunition if necessary."

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During the explanation, two helicopters flew overhead at high speed, making noise.

"Alright everyone, be careful when you fire, and be careful not to hit anyone."

The officers were a little nervous, but mostly excited.

Perhaps subconsciously, with guns, teammates, and in the city, they had no need to fear wild boars. Wild boar attacks on people occasionally occur in Kofu City; the only difference this time was that they were in a large group, perhaps a bit more in number.

Generally speaking, dealing with wild boars is quite easy; killing a few will cause the rest to scatter.

Just as I was thinking this, as the car was about to reach its destination, I could faintly hear loud gunfire in the distance. It must be that the wild boars had begun to charge the first line of defense.

With gunfire of that caliber, even a herd of wild boars would probably scatter in panic. I wonder if they'll be able to catch up and fire a couple of shots to add to the excitement.

However, they soon stopped worrying about this problem, because a panicked voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Emergency order! Emergency order! Kofu Police Station squad! Deploy in place! Repeat, deploy in place! Authorization to use live ammunition! This is no ordinary wild boar! Our lines have been breached—"

Crunch.

Communication is interrupted.

The car suddenly became extremely quiet.

The commander pinched himself hard to come to his senses and yelled, "Stop the car! Block the road!"

The lead vehicle braked suddenly, and the order was executed swiftly.

Five or six police cars with flashing blue and red lights immediately blocked the road, even the sidewalk, startling the vehicles behind them, who stopped far away, bewildered.

"Yamamoto, you take two people to evacuate the crowd. The rest of you, be equipped with live ammunition and remain on standby!"

While assigning tasks, the commander kept contacting headquarters, trying to obtain more information.

But the reality is, even headquarters doesn't know the specifics!
However, it is certain that this wild boar attack on the city is related to the sharp increase in wildlife attacks during this period.

Perhaps their organization of hunters into the mountains angered these wild beasts that had mutated at some unknown time.

The officers pulled out their rarely used rifles, nervously using the car as cover, and aimed their guns at the road ahead.

The distant gunfire gradually subsided, and the ground began to tremble.

It was not the deep, muffled throbbing of an earthquake, but rather a dense, drum-like, and heavy trampling sound, like a charging herd of beasts.

The vehicles behind them made a hasty U-turn, causing a traffic jam.

Some passersby guessed it might be a supernatural event and turned to run, but many others looked on curiously, perhaps emboldened by the row of police cars.

Boom
"We are discussing countermeasures and will arrange personnel to provide support. You will lead them."

The commander opened his mouth wide, and the contact phone fell to the ground.

He saw it; it was a herd of wild boars charging like a pack of rhinoceroses.

"Ow!"

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of shrieks, each brimming with emotion, echoed with the vibrations. A tidal wave of figures crashed through streetlights and pedestrians, engulfing the road like an out-of-control armored torrent.

Those were dozens of mutated wild boars, larger than regular wild boars, with crimson eyes—let's call them that for now.

The lead boar had tusks almost as big as elephant tusks, and its skin was rough as if it were covered in mudstone plates. It pawed the ground with its four hooves, acting like a madman.

They swept into the city with a mad, crushing frenzy, like a surging black wave.

Several cars that were unable to avoid the wild boars were simultaneously struck from the side.

Bang! Crash!

The already flimsy sheet metal body was instantly pierced and deformed like paper, becoming as brittle as a wafer.

The side door shattered, and the entire car was violently lifted up by the force, tumbling and crashing into the shop windows on the street.

The moment the airbags deployed, even more wild boars had already engulfed the car, crushing it into a sheet of metal with their hooves.

"Where did all these wild boars come from?!" The police officer was on the verge of collapse. What kind of wild boars were these? They looked like tanks!

"Fire! Fire! Stop them!" the commander shouted, pulling the trigger and opening fire first.

Gunshots rang out, but judging from the scene, the dozen or so police officers seemed so small and powerless in the face of the raging charge.

Bullets passed through the gaps between the imposing wild boars in the front row and hit the smaller wild boars in the back, which were not as tough, causing them to lose strength and fall to the ground.

Its companions trampled over it mercilessly, crushing it into mincemeat like cavalrymen.

However, most of the bullets hit the thick, rough hide and muscles of the wild boars in the front row, failing to penetrate effectively.

"Scatter—!" the commander shouted hoarsely.

Too late!
The ferocious wild boar stomped its hooves on the ground, even trampling potholes into the asphalt road, causing cracks to spread.

They lowered their heads, their sharp fangs aimed at the police car, and crashed into it with a thud.

A terrifying shockwave rushed towards us.

The sickening metallic twisting accompanied by a deafening roar overturned several police cars with the brutal mass charge, one of which was even thrown off course and crashed into vehicles behind it with a bang, causing chaos and panic among passersby who scattered and fled.

"Ugh!"

A police officer was hit in the thigh by flying debris from a car door and fell to the ground screaming.

Another officer was knocked out of his cover by an enraged wild boar, its hooves trampling his gun-wielding arm, the clear sound of bones cracking drowned out by the chaos.

Before the commander could even turn around, the fangs that had pierced through the vehicle's body were lodged directly in its abdomen, smearing heavily onto the wall and turning it into a two-dimensional image.

Many more police officers were trampled into mincemeat during the escape.

This hastily assembled second line of defense collapsed completely the moment it came into contact with the enemy.

Helicopters in the sky could see this hellish scene from afar, but were powerless to do anything about it.

Due to treaty restrictions, these helicopters cannot be armed at all, and the crew's sniper rifles are insufficient to meet their needs.

From their perspective, the path trampled by the wild boars was not only cracked in large areas, but also covered in blood, which stained the entire road a dark red.

"Let's catch up! We must track down the wild boar herd!"

The driver took a deep breath. The wild boars had begun to disperse along the road, and he chose to chase after the largest group among them.

At this time, all residents of the city received a text message notification.

[WARNING! Suspected supernatural event! Your area has been designated a danger zone! Please seek immediate shelter in a nearby sturdy, underground, or tall building! Avoid direct contact with wild boars.]

Alarms sounded, and chaos spread under the cover of night.

Police headquarters was in complete chaos.

Everywhere you look, there are running police officers, executives yelling into their phones with their collars ripped open, and employees wiping away tears and breaking down.

"The situation is clear: this is an extraordinary event! The Extraordinary Countermeasures Department is aware of the situation here, but the fastest support will take half an hour!"

"Gentlemen, we can't just sit here and wait to die for the next half hour, letting wild boars harm civilians! That would be dereliction of duty!"

"Based on the view transmitted back from the helicopter, the wild boars are currently divided into three groups."

The commander pointed to the combat screen and gave instructions to the demoralized crowd below for the next half hour of defense.

Many people lowered their heads, afraid of being chosen; this was practically a suicide mission.

Just as the minister was about to call out the names and make arrangements, his assistant burst through the door.

"Minister! They...they say there's a faster way to provide support!"

".ah?"

(End of this chapter)