A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 284 Family in peril, return home immediately!

Da da da da,

In modern cities, people use vehicle wreckage as cover;

A group of fully armed American soldiers are unleashing a hail of bullets at the front.

Ordinary zombies, driven by the virus, run at full speed, each comparable to a long-distance runner; however, as long as they are carbon-based life forms, they are still as fragile as paper in the face of armor-piercing bullets. The constantly fired bullets tore open cavities, and the zombies helplessly fell on their way to charge.

Bullets whistled past, tearing apart one 'infected' person after another.

Even advanced 'mutants' are no match for a well-prepared army: 'Stinger' can take down tanks and planes, and it can also kill mutants.

As for encountering even more advanced 'hunters'?
What are we waiting for? Quickly pray and then call for support: have the artillery in the rear fire on us!
Whether I can kill the 'Hunter' is hard to say, but at least I can guarantee that I won't turn into a zombie.

The world's number one modern city has been turned into a battlefield.

"Ok?"

Hit, hit, hit,

The soldiers discovered that fewer and fewer mindless zombies were charging at them.

In the end, not even any new zombies rushed in, causing the soldiers to release their triggers in confusion.

"It's dawn,"

A soldier pushed open his night vision goggles and pointed to the sky.

As more and more soldiers pushed up their night vision goggles, they realized that the sky was already turning white.

It seems the zombies also hate sunlight; the intense battle demonstration has come to an end.

"Fuck! It's finally over!"

"This kind of 'zero casualties' battle is too torturous."

The soldiers who had survived the ordeal breathed a long sigh of relief, and then began to curse angrily.

To fight these 'zombies,' you must remain 'uninjured': even the slightest wound is fatal. —No, committing suicide before mutating allows you to die as a human.

In this situation, who wouldn't be nervous?

Although they were all wearing emergency-procured 'explosion suits', each of them was covered in black armor.

At first glance, it looks like a 'medieval' revival, with everyone back to tin cans.

They still dared not let the zombies get close: even metal cans are not completely sealed, and in a battlefield where injury equals death, the mental pressure was unimaginable.

"Shit! If you gave me a 'powered armor' suit, I'd go and slaughter hordes of zombies!"

The old black soldier, who had taken out a leaf and started puffing on a cigarette, complained.

"Come on, you?"

Another white soldier, who also removed his helmet, complained.

"The current 'powered armor' is not mature enough and can only be driven by 'super soldiers'. Even if you were given it, you wouldn't be able to move your feet."

As he spoke, he pointed at the other person and made a "give me a point" gesture.

After a night of intense fighting, the inside of this bomb suit was already soaked with sweat; and with my tense nerves, I needed to relax.

What relaxation method can compare to a leaf?

Providing soldiers with "heroic drugs" to maintain their fighting capacity was a tradition during World War II.

Now, the same applies to the American army.

"Hey, where's yours?"

"We're all in the same family~~"

As the white soldier shamelessly begged, the black man rolled his eyes and pulled out a 'leaf' to hand to him.

Every race,

There are always some things that don't fit the 'stereotype'.

"When do you think the government will develop the powered armor we use?"

"call--"

The white soldier let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"What are you thinking, buddy!"

"The shortcomings of power armor are there for all to see,"

The white soldier was clearly paying close attention to the news, holding up one finger after another.

"Hybrid power units are noisy, have short range, offer only limited protection against rifle bullets, and are expensive to manufacture."

The 'powered armor' used by ordinary soldiers is still far from adequate with current technology, and the products produced are not very effective: they are bulky, noisy, have short range, and are expensive. In return, they only get something that even a Middle Eastern hand-made rocket launcher cannot withstand.
The price/performance ratio is too low!

With that money, it would be better to just pay compensation—no, given America's situation, we could just make you 'disappear,' saving us the compensation altogether.

"Unless you become a supernatural being, don't even think about it."

But the supernatural beings solved these problems perfectly.

bulky?

Wearing a half-ton suit and running, no problem at all;

Power issue?

The power of supernatural beings can take away most of the power requirements;
As for insufficient defense?

Because bulky motors and hydraulic systems are no longer needed, the armor structure can be simplified to the extreme, focusing on defense and power transmission efficiency.

In short, this kind of 'powered armor' is equipment that only supernatural beings can enjoy.

In America, they're called 'super soldiers,' but what about ordinary soldiers?

Go to sleep.

"Sonna, bastard?!"

Just then, a Japanese language came from ahead.

A large powered armored vehicle and a large tree approached from the street ahead, engaged in a heated conversation amidst their hurried steps.

"what happens?"

The white soldier, who was relaxing, looked over there curiously.

"You do not know?"

The old black soldier pressed the button on his headset, his face serious.

"There's been a major upheaval in that island nation."

?

"Supernatural disaster?"

Amid the white soldier's surprised question, the old black soldier shook his head slightly.

"No, it was a man-made disaster."

"calm?"

"Uncle Tree, how can I stay calm?!"

The large power armor spoke excitedly, opening its helmet to reveal facial features made of mud.

"My sister is still in Tokyo! You bastard, how could you assassinate Director Fujita?"

Tokyo is bound to descend into chaos.
The clay doll 'Kazuma' couldn't wait to fly back to Tokyo!

"That's why I said calm and genuine."

The big tree raised its hand, signaling Hezhen to calm down, because:
Have you forgotten where we are?

"In America"

He realized what was happening halfway through his sentence.

The United States boasts that "the army of freedom marches out to the frontier, and war breaks out in foreign lands." Every year, it's either fighting this country or that country, mostly because the other side has oil. For example, not long ago, the United States was eyeing Venezuela and claimed that it would "crack down on drug traffickers."

In reality, it's because Venezuela possesses the world's largest proven oil reserves, far exceeding those of Saudi Arabia.

It can also weaken the influence of Russia and Cuba in South America.

It's that old saying: petroleum is prone to mold growth.

right now,

What is the most precious thing in the supernatural era?
The answer is that it exists in the supernatural!

That is, them.

"America, could it be..."

Do you dare to detain them?
"It's hard to say,"

The features on the tree were furrowed in frown.

Given America's character, they really are capable of doing something like 'detaining' people.

With the death of Director Fujita, their 'Special Biological Countermeasures Team' immediately found themselves in an awkward situation: it was certainly not that they were weak; after training for so long, most of the 'people' had reached the threshold of D-rank, and they also had various strange characteristics.

This strength is insufficient in the face of the massive American army.

Meanwhile, the island nation that is its "backer" is preoccupied with its own problems.

"The other side is coming over, let's see what they have to say."

As the trees lowered their voices, several smiling American government officials came to greet them.

"Thank you both very much for your help."

"We have prepared a celebration banquet. This way, please."

"Wait, we need to go back."

Hearing Kazuma's instinctive rebuttal, the government officials' smiles remained unchanged.

“Mr. Kazuma, Miss Mako has already set off for America; perhaps you will be able to see her tonight.”

The implication is that his sister has been 'kidnapped'—no, she's on her way to America.

How could this happen? !
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the other side,
"Sister. Oh, is that Brother Lu?"

Surrounded by a group of "well-behaved" girls, Inoue Kaoru is making a phone call to her older sister.

However, when she made the call, it was Qiu Yuelu who answered!

It was already daylight in America, which means:
"Kaori's phone is with me, so—"

The voice of Akizuki Ritsu came through the phone, causing Inoue Kaoru's expression to change drastically.

They're sleeping together?!
Okay, okay.

She's such a good older sister to me~~
"Ms. Inoue?!"

Before the American government official who came to negotiate could finish speaking, a woman named 'Kaoru' grabbed his tie and pulled him down to the waist.

"Prepare a rocket for me immediately! I need to return to Tokyo!"

"Oh? Is it the victory celebration banquet—"

"immediately!"

The middle school girl looked delicate and frail, but the sight of guns raised around her made the American official break out in a cold sweat.

"OK, OK!"

"I'll contact my superiors right away,"

The American government is able to use both soft and hard tactics when faced with the island nation's 'assets'.

They tried to forcefully keep 'them' here, but no one dared to use force against this one: not to mention all these 'Kaoru,' America had no idea who the real one was. Just the fact that her sister had summoned a meteorite in Tokyo to suppress a riotous demonstration had already drawn worldwide attention.

No matter which city,
If she were to strike like that, the number of dead and injured would instantly reach the millions.

That 'goddess of fortune' grew stronger and stronger, to the point that she didn't even need to lift a finger: those who attacked her would die from their own weapons exploding.

This makes it hard not to wonder if any attempt to attack her with high-tech weapons would result in an explosion on the launch pad: according to the mythological traditions of island nations, most countries' leaders tacitly acknowledge that she, along with that Mr. Akizuki, are 'gods' incarnate.

However, since they consider themselves 'normal' human beings, no one would be so bored as to expose them.

Since Inoue Kaoru wanted to go back, the American government naturally dared not stop her and immediately began arranging for her to ride a reusable rocket.

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at the same time,

It's already a ruin.

Manhattan is marked by the signs of battle everywhere.

In a supermarket, a young female reporter was surprised as she moved her hands around.

"Am I healed?"

"It's not some kind of viral mimicry, is it?"

As she spoke, she pinched her arm again, still feeling uneasy, but the familiar pain made her give up.

"Even if it's a viral mimicry, as long as my memory is intact, I am who I am!"

"No,"

Smith, with his hood pulled up, was standing next to him.

He took some snacks from the shelf and ate them while explaining.

“You are still you. I will use my ‘psychic energy’ to expel and kill all the viruses in your body.”

"That's it,"

Dana breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little regretful.

"I thought I was one of the lucky ones, that I had achieved a 'symbiotic' relationship with the virus."

Who wouldn't envy supernatural powers?

It would be a lie to say that Dana was unmoved when her brother Smith carried her and leaped between buildings.

"You don't have the virus in your body, but—"

Smith extended his index finger and tapped Dana's forehead.

“My ‘psychic energy’ still remains within you.”

"If you can control this energy, perhaps you too can become a supernatural being?"

Smith had only been 'born' for a day, and his memories were fragmented, so he didn't know if this method was feasible.

"Really?"

Dana was pleasantly surprised on the spot.
"let me try!"

He then assumed a boxing stance and unleashed a flurry of jabs.

Indeed, he created a phantom effect, far surpassing that of a normal fighter.

it turns out,

He's become a supernatural being!

What's so special about this? Every cloud has a silver lining.
(End of this chapter)