Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian stood in the shadow of the Western-style building, watching the police cars drive away one after another, and watching the bodies of the victims being carried away one after another.

Inspector John glanced back one last time, then got into his car and disappeared into the mansion.

Lin Tian leaned against the wall and silently opened the system space, where ten silver-white projectiles were neatly stacked together.

Each one was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his cold face; the metal was cool and had an indescribable texture.

"It's time to clean up the mess."

Lin Tian murmured something, his finger sliding across the projectile, and a virtual map appeared in front of him.

The map of his small life was densely marked with city names; he only selected ten.

Tokyo, Yokohama, Osaka, Nagoya, Sapporo, Kobe, Fukuoka, Kawasaki, Saitama, Fuji.

Ten cities, ten little boys.

The finger tapped on the map, and the first little boy disappeared.

The next second, at an altitude of 10,000 meters above Tokyo, the air suddenly distorted.

A silver-white projectile appeared out of thin air and plummeted downwards at an incredible speed.

There was no sound, no light, no warning, like a tear squeezed out of the void.

Ground-based radar detected the unusual signal, and air raid sirens suddenly sounded, their sharp blasts piercing the Tokyo night sky.

"What is that?"

The radar operator stared at the rapidly moving dot of light on the screen, his pupils contracting sharply.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The light spots were still there, and they were moving faster and lower.

"Unidentified object! 10,000 meters high, speed... My God, that speed..."

The officer next to him rushed over, shoved him aside, stared at the screen, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Quickly! Contact the Ministry of Defense! An unidentified object is falling, located in Tokyo..."

Before he could finish speaking, the light spot had already disappeared from the screen.

It didn't disappear, it just landed.

At that moment, the entire city of Tokyo felt the tremor.

It wasn't an earthquake; it was a tremor coming from the Earth's core.

Then, the sky brightened.

It was not the sun, nor lightning, but a kind of dazzling, incandescent light that I had never seen before.

The light rose from the city center, like a thousand suns exploding at the same time, illuminating every corner, every face, and every pair of terrified eyes.

A mushroom cloud rose into the air.

A massive column of smoke shot straight into the sky, its top resembling a grotesque flower spreading outwards.

The shockwave spread outward at the speed of sound, destroying everything in its path.

Skyscrapers collapsed like paper, glass curtain walls shattered into dust, cars were overturned, trees were uprooted, and people were engulfed in flames.

There was no warning, and no time to react.

Within seconds, the entire city of Tokyo disappeared from the map.

No, it didn't disappear; it turned into ruins, into scorched earth, into a living hell.

Nuclear radiation, like an invisible grim reaper, spreads in all directions.

Any life form, whether human, animal, plant, bacteria, or virus, can be killed in an instant.

Tokyo is gone.

At the same time, Lin Tian tapped his finger again.

Yokohama.

A little boy appeared out of thin air at an altitude of 10,000 meters and fell at the same speed.

The air raid siren sounded, but it was too late.

Seconds later, another mushroom cloud rose in downtown Yokohama.

The seawater in the port evaporated, ships were overturned, and the docks were destroyed.

The city's outline twisted, deformed, and collapsed in the inferno.

Osaka.

Another little boy fell.

The neon lights of Dotonbori were destroyed in the explosion, the shopping street of Shinsaibashi was reduced to ruins, and Tsutenkaku Tower collapsed like a broken chopstick.

A mushroom cloud bloomed in the night sky, like a flower of death.

Nagoya.

The fourth one.

The TV tower broke in the shockwave, Nagoya Castle's main tower was reduced to rubble, and industrial chimneys fell like dominoes.

Sapporo.

The fifth one.

The snow in Odori Park evaporated instantly, and the last chimes of the Sapporo Clock Tower fell silent forever before they could even ring.

Kobe.

The sixth one.

The harbor lighthouse went out, the Akashi Kaikyo Bridge twisted and deformed in the shockwave, and ships in Kobe Harbor were overturned like toys.

Fukuoka.

The seventh one.

The water in Canal City Hakata evaporated, the dome of Fukuoka Dome collapsed, and the entire city groaned in flames.

Kawasaki.

The eighth one.

A factory in the industrial zone exploded, oil storage tanks caught fire, and thick black smoke blotted out the sky.

Saitama.

The ninth one.

The roof of the Super Arena was blown off, and the Urawa Station building collapsed like it was made of paper.

Fuji.

The tenth one.

It's not a city, it's Mount Fuji.

The little boy landed on Mount Fuji, a mushroom cloud rose up, and what spewed from the crater of Mount Fuji was not lava, but death.

Ten mushroom clouds rose over ten cities in Xiaorijia.

In the night sky, they resemble ten twin flowers, ferocious, alluring, and terrifying.

Shockwaves, radioactive dust, and firestorms swept everything away.

Tens of millions of ordinary people were reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds.

The military, whose only remaining days were numbered, was completely bewildered.

The Ministry of Defense building was shaking, not from an earthquake, but from the shockwave of an explosion.

The officers stared at the data on the screen, their faces pale, beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.

They tried to contact Tokyo, Yokohama, Osaka, any city where people still lived.

But no one answered.

The radio was filled with shrill static, like the mockery of death.

"This...how is this possible?" an officer muttered to himself. "Who? Who did this?"

No one can answer.

They didn't know where these little boys came from, who threw them, or how many more there were.

All they knew was that the empire's heart had been ripped out, its torso severed, and its limbs burned.

The Defense Minister rushed into the command center, his voice trembling: "Quickly! Contact the U.S.! Request support! Request an investigation! This must have been done by some country! It must have!"

A young officer said cautiously, "Minister, we have no evidence. Those atomic bombs... seem to have appeared out of thin air."

No aircraft, no missiles, no flying machines were detected on the radar; they were like…like they fell from the sky.

"Out of thin air? Fell from the sky?"

The Defense Minister's voice was shrill, like a pig being slaughtered. "You're telling me it'll just fall from the sky? Do you think I'm stupid?"

The young officer lowered his head, not daring to speak again.

The Defense Minister stared at the screen, at the destroyed cities, at the vanished points of light, his mind blank.

I recall those ancient legends: divine punishment, divine wrath, and the Last Judgment.

Is it because we committed too many atrocities during World War II that this is divine retribution?

He shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea.

Impossible, this must be a conspiracy by some country, it must be.

But whatever it may be, the empire is finished.

Ten cities, tens of millions of people, vanished in an instant.

How much longer can the remaining cities hold out?

Nobody knows.

Whether there will be more... he didn't know.

Hong Kong, in the shadow of Western-style buildings.

Even across thousands of miles, Lin Tian could almost see the sinking of Xiao Rizi Island.

Looking at the ten empty slots in the system space, a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"The healing system is indeed for healing; I feel like I've been healed."

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