Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

"Move! Move!"

"Ignore the noise from the side!"

Hold your breath and observe carefully!

Tokyo at night, where the streets had been quiet due to the return of the dead, suddenly came alive again.

The headlights of the armored vehicles pierced the night, while behind them roared Apache attack helicopters.

American soldiers, making their grand entrance!

Following lengthy discussions between Luso and U.S. authorities, U.S. military bases across the country simultaneously received an operational plan.

"Tell me, what's going on here? Why are they making such a big fuss?"

"What's wrong with you, you newbie? Were you busy playing cards with the Yamato Nadeshiko last night?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work!"

With their military boots on the ground, the various squads advanced in different formations.

Yes, Japan doesn't have abundant oil, but Ryosaku offered the US government an offer they couldn't refuse—cursed power.

As a product of accumulated negative emotions, it can be considered the cleanest form of energy.

Therefore, the US military, which is prone to proliferate in oil-rich areas, has now arrived in Tokyo, the place with the most cursed power.

Of course, it's not just Tokyo; after all, there are so many US military bases scattered throughout the country.

The premise of studying spell power is to capture spellcasters for human experimentation, so the more experimental subjects the better.

Therefore, this scene not only occurred in the two barriers in Tokyo, but also in all barriers throughout Japan.

Using the hidden rules provided by Lu Suo, these soldiers, after entering the barrier, did not fall from the sky like Suren, but instead were able to follow...

Instead, they can coordinate their efforts from all directions to search for and capture any sorcerer they encounter.

Whether they are ancient beings reborn through flesh and blood or modern awakened sorcerers, as long as they are the target of a sorcerer, they will all be taken away.

However, it was late at night, the time when the cursed spirits were most active and their desire to hunt humans was at its peak.

The soldiers, equipped with night vision goggles, were targeting the sorcerers who were the only ones capable of dealing with the cursed spirits...

Suren stood on the high-rise building and began to look into the distance, watching those small dots of light emerge from behind the dark curtain wall.

He remembered clearly that the addition of the first rule meant that the mage [Angel] would be found around the same time.

Then Fushiguro Megumi was possessed by Sukuna, Gojo Satoru was unsealed, and then the Shinjuku War was about to begin.

If we don't count saving Fushiguro Megumi's sister, Tsumiki, then the task for the high school is quite simple—unseal Gojo Satoru.

Once the five seals are broken, the remaining problems can be easily solved.

Although the Jujutsu Directorate General sentenced Gojo Satoru to death with the seal maintained, this was only on the condition that Gojo was sealed.

Once the prison gates are unsealed, these old fogies will definitely change their tune.

Therefore, he did not continue investigating the Hall of Immortality, but left this difficult problem to Yamagami-kun.

"Hurry, hurry, get moving!"

The number of swimmers in Tokyo has surged once again.

Having grown accustomed to lording it over everyone on military bases, they didn't feel particularly nervous even though they realized this mission was unusual.

But soon they will realize just how wrong they were.

……

"Kneel down and raise your hands above your head!"

"For your own life, don't move!"

"Tsk, this girl is really hot..."

"What are you thinking? These are important resources! Don't damage them!"

"The authorities are only asking that the brain remain intact, so there's nothing wrong with me making full use of the resources, right?"

The armored vehicle penetrated deeper into the barrier, and figures in camouflage clothing dispersed like flowing water.

When they regrouped, they all returned home with their own harvests.

One by one, the sorcerers, bound hand and foot, were thrown onto the truck bed like livestock.

This surprise attack caught them off guard; nighttime is usually a time for sorcerers to rest and recuperate.

After all, most cursed spirits choose to move out at night, and after intense battles during the day, they always need a place to rest and recuperate.

"I see, so it's a method to maximize curse power?"

Suren emerged silently from the shadows, observing each soldier with his magical perspective.

Ordinary people have extremely weak magical power, and magical spirits will only emerge in the situations in which they are most affected.

Places like hospitals and schools, filled with painful memories, can become breeding grounds for cursed spirits.

These soldiers wearing night vision goggles were all shrouded in ominous curses!

Undoubtedly, these soldiers have brought back very painful memories for many people.

thump.

With a muffled thud, the captain of the last squad returned to the convoy's perimeter.

"These are probably the majority."

The Black female soldier who had just returned looked displeased, and she was carrying a bag soaked in blood.

"Hey, the mission clearly states that we should capture them alive if possible!"

The commander was clearly dissatisfied with this man and shouted.

"There's nothing we can do... his head turns into a propeller, it's really troublesome." The squad leader who was being blamed shrugged, saying nonchalantly. "Anyway, I've done my best to keep the brain intact."

Within the entire Tokyo First Barrier, most sorcerers are only at the first or second level. Just surviving under the threat of cursed spirits and the pressure of scores is enough to exhaust them.

Faced with a fully armed army, they were unable to mount any decent counterattack.

"Don't let your guard down. Don't forget the man we saw in the video. He should be different from these."

The commander adjusted the night vision goggles to the top of his helmet and looked around.

Indeed, compared to the man in the video, or the man who demonstrated his strength in the White House by instantly killing dozens of elites, these people were much weaker than imagined.

But these people can indeed elicit almost supernatural reactions, which proves that [cursed power] is a real energy source.

And if the United States can monopolize resources, then it can make America great again.

Thinking of his father, who loved wearing a little red hat with "MAGA" printed on it, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

It's no wonder that this is a country chosen by God.

But before he could even savor his joy, a chill ran down his throat.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw a series of blurry figures that seemed to be smiling at him.

"Enemy attack!"

The black woman, who had just been grinning, suddenly raised her voice and aimed the gun she had been carrying on her back at the commander's position.

Without hesitation, a flare was launched into the night sky.

But there was no one there anymore, only the commander was still trying to stop the bleeding by clutching his throat.

"Here I am!"

"what!"

"Help!"

Gunshots rang out everywhere, and the channel was in chaos.

But in the darkness of the night, on such a quiet road, these sounds didn't travel for long before returning to silence.