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At the same time, in the Shanghai Military Region, He Zhenchuan hung up the phone with Li Yichen, rubbed his face, grabbed the red secure hotline on the table, and dialed Beijing.

When the call connected, several core elders, including Mr. Lu, Mr. Zhang Mingyuan, and Mr. Zhou Weiguo, were sitting in the conference room.

He Zhenchuan quickly repeated Li Yichen's attitude.

After the report, the conference room was silent for two seconds. Zhang Mingyuan picked up his teacup, rubbing his fingers along the rim: "Little Li's confidence is truly extraordinary. He said he could vaporize four thousand bio-monsters. It seems the main cannons of those two space carriers are even more terrifying than we imagined."

"Since he dares to make such a guarantee, then let's just watch the show from the sidelines." Old Lu slammed his hand on the table, setting the tone. "If that reliable guy is letting his vicious dog out to bite people, we don't need to go and shield Japan from disaster. Notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs: everyone must remain silent, not condemn, not express any opinion, and not interfere."

Zhou Weiguo adjusted his reading glasses: "What about our overseas Chinese in Japan?"

"Evacuate!" Old Lu's voice was decisive. "Send an urgent telegram to the embassy in Japan, activating the highest-level evacuation plan. Order the East China Sea Fleet to proceed at full speed to Tokyo Bay and bring all our people back within ten hours!"

Over the Pacific Ocean. A reconnaissance satellite from Japan's Ministry of Space Defense transmitted a series of high-resolution images back to the ground command center.

The Chief of Staff of the Ministry of Defense looked at the big screen, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.

In the scene, four thousand five-meter-tall, dark yellow monsters, riding on flying skateboards of unknown origin, hurtle at high speed close to the sea surface. They form a dense attack formation, their target Tokyo Bay.

The chief of staff scrambled into the Prime Minister's residence and shoved the tablet firmly in front of the Prime Minister.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister! Monsters! Biochemical monsters from the United States are heading our way! They're less than 800 kilometers from our territory!"

The Prime Minister, holding a cup of sake, suddenly dropped it, shattering it on the floor. He grabbed the Chief of Staff by the collar: "What did you say? Weren't they heading towards Great Xia? Why are they here?!"

"They're definitely coming for us!"

"Quick! Connect with the Black House! Connect with the reliable Trump!" The Prime Minister lunged at his desk like a madman.

The phone rang for a full two minutes before it was slowly answered.

"Your Excellency President! Help! Your monsters are coming towards us! Please dispatch the Seventh Fleet immediately to intercept them! Our Great Sakura Empire is willing to pay double the military expenditure!" The Prime Minister's voice cracked, and spittle flew onto the microphone.

On the other end of the phone, the reliable guy had his legs crossed, a coffee in his hand, and his tone was extremely perfunctory.

"Oh dear, Your Excellency, this is truly unfortunate. We are currently busy with disaster relief and reconstruction at home, and Nevada is completely devastated. The Seventh Fleet's aircraft carriers just reported that their boilers are leaking and their radars are broken, so they are all stuck in port undergoing major repairs. We are simply unable to do anything about it."

"But Your Excellency, we are your most loyal allies! You cannot stand by and watch us die!"

"Aren't your Self-Defense Forces usually quite capable? Give them a hand, I absolutely support you in spirit! May God bless Japan!"

Click.

The reliable system directly cut off the communication.

The prime minister, holding the microphone with the dial tone, collapsed to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained.

"What about Great Xia? What about the United Nations? What about the Europa League?" He grabbed his secretary's trouser leg as if it were the last straw. "Go and contact them!"

The secretary's face was ashen, and her voice trembled: "The entire Great Xia government is completely silent, not even issuing a condemnation. Other countries, seeing that Great Xia is not making a move, are all playing dead; no one dares to provoke them at this time. Europe replied that... that Great Xia is using this as a tool to kill someone, and anyone who interferes is going against Great Xia."

Isolated and without support, Japan had no choice but to send all its Self-Defense Forces to the east coast. Tanks, armored vehicles, and anti-aircraft missiles completely blocked the beaches.

A high-level warning message from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Great Xia popped up on the mobile phones of all Great Xia citizens residing in Japan.

"Emergency Evacuation Order: All citizens of Great Xia currently within the territory of Japan must arrive at Port No. 6 in Tokyo Bay within ten hours. The East China Sea Fleet is in position. No exceptions!"

As soon as the news broke, everyone in Daxia, Japan, was on high alert. High-speed trains, Shinkansen bullet trains, taxis—everyone was rushing to Tokyo Bay like madmen.

Offshore at Port No. 6 in Tokyo Bay.

Three Type 055 destroyers and two 40,000-ton amphibious assault ships, like five black steel behemoths, lay across the sea.

The main gun barrels of the Type 055 destroyer were raised high, and the close-in weapon system radar was fully operational. The covers of the vertical launch units were open, and missiles were ready to be launched at any moment. The sense of oppression was overwhelming.

At the port, the Chinese expatriates of Great Xia lined up in several long queues, clutching their red passports.

Fully armed and carrying live ammunition, the Marines set up two solid security lines at the port.

"Don't crowd! Show your passport! Elderly and children first!" A major, holding a megaphone, shouted, his voice drowning out the sound of the waves.

In just five hours, 80% of the overseas Chinese had successfully boarded the ship. The scene was orderly, with no one cutting in line. Many of the overseas Chinese from Daxia were moved to tears as they looked at their own majestic warship.

Outside the cordon, large numbers of Japanese citizens were kept out. They stared at the massive warships, their eyes red with despair and envy.

Someone tried to break through the checkpoint, but was immediately driven back by the Great Xia soldiers with the butts of their rifles.

"Back off! This is the military evacuation zone of Great Xia. Trespassers will be shot!" The crisp sound of a soldier pulling back the bolt and chambering a bullet scared away a large group of people.

The evacuation is nearing its end, with only half an hour remaining before the ten-hour deadline.

At the port entrance, seven or eight people walked slowly towards the port.

These people were dragging large bags and small packages, and some were even pushing golf bags and several boxes of Japanese specialties.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with his hair slicked back and dressed in a well-tailored suit.

They walked to the cordon and were blocked by the line in front of them, which made them unhappy.

"Make way! Don't you know the rules?" The man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed aside a woman holding a child. "We're highly skilled professionals; our time is precious. Let us go first!"

The corporal in charge of maintaining order stopped him, his eyes cold and stern: "Line up! Show me your passport!"

"What's the rush?" The bespectacled man rolled his eyes, pulled a passport out of his pocket, and waved it in front of the corporal. "What's the rush? Japan's security is so good, their Self-Defense Force is invincible, what are those few monsters? Your Great Xia military just loves to make a mountain out of a molehill and deliberately create panic!"

The corporal stared at him: "This is an evacuation site, please cooperate!"

"Why should I cooperate? My luggage is full of precision instruments and valuables. Can you afford to pay for any damage?" The bespectacled man pointed to several large suitcases behind him. "Hurry up and send some people over to help me move my luggage. Don't you have any common sense?"

A young woman with dyed blond hair chimed in, holding a selfie stick: "That's right! We're perfectly fine in Japan. If you hadn't sent those alarming text messages, we wouldn't have gone back. The environment back home is so terrible; the air here is so sweet. You soldiers are paid by taxpayers, so you should serve us!"

Hearing the commotion, the major strode over.

He glanced at the group of "running people" and "public intellectuals," his gaze settling on their mountain of luggage.

"According to the evacuation regulations, to ensure transport capacity and speed, each person can only carry one carry-on bag." The major's voice was cold. "Dump any extra luggage and line up to board the ship."

"Throw it away?" the bespectacled man raised his voice, pointing at the major's nose. "Who do you think you are, telling me to throw it away? This box of mine is full of limited-edition figurines and original books! What do you roughnecks in the military know about art! Let me tell you, if these things aren't on board today, I'm not boarding either!"

The blond woman shoved a selfie stick in the major's face: "I'm going live! Everyone, look at this! This is the quality of the Great Xia soldiers—violent law enforcement, oppressing overseas Chinese! I'm going to expose you on Twitter!"

The major didn't even lift his eyelids, but raised his wrist to glance at his watch.

There are only three minutes left until the ten-hour deadline.

"Do as you please." The major turned around, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said, "All units, conduct a final check of the number of people boarding the ship. Collapse the cordon and prepare for evacuation."

Upon hearing this, the overseas Chinese at the front of the line quickly dropped their large luggage and jogged up the gangway.

When the bespectacled man saw that the major really didn't care about them anymore, he thought the other party was just bluffing.

"Who are you trying to scare?" he sneered, standing there with his arms crossed. "Go ahead and sail the boat if you dare! We have Great Xia passports. If you dare leave us in a war zone, I'll take you to a military court and have you skinned alive!"

The blond woman chimed in, "That's right! I'd like to see if they dare! They'll have to come and help us with our luggage later."

"Time's up." The major lowered his wrist.

He turned his head and looked at the few Runren people who were still putting on airs, not even bothering to say a word.

"Retract the gangways! Raise anchor!"

The major's order was broadcast throughout the port via loudspeakers.

The massive hydraulic robotic arm activated, and the steel gangway connecting the port and the warship slowly rose. The amphibious assault ship's horn let out a deafening blast, and its stern propeller churned up the seawater, creating huge white waves.

The massive ship began to slowly reverse and sail away from the dock.

The bespectacled man and the blond woman were completely dumbfounded.

"Hey! Hey! Why is the boat actually starting?" The bespectacled man panicked, threw down his golf bag, and ran towards the edge of the dock.

The blonde woman dropped her phone on the ground and struggled to push forward in her high heels, her hair disheveled as she was jostled by the Japanese refugees.

"Wait! We haven't boarded the ship yet! We have passports! We are from Great Xia!" Several people clung to the railing at the edge of the dock, jumping up and down in despair, shouting curses, "You're treating human life like dirt! You'll all die a horrible death!"

The major stood on the aft deck of the amphibious assault ship, holding a megaphone.

The sea breeze carried his voice clearly to the dock.

"Put aside your desire to help others and respect their fate." The major looked at the group of public intellectuals jumping around like monkeys and said his last words, "I wish you a pleasant time in the land of sweet-smelling cherry blossoms."

The warship accelerated, cutting through the waves towards the high seas.

On the dock, the men slumped to the ground, watching the warships sail away, their cries completely drowned out by the waves.

The warship left the port less than two hours ago.

The sky gradually darkened.

Air raid sirens are blaring desperately along the east coast of Japan.

On the Ministry of Defense's radar screen, the red dot representing an unidentified flying object has crossed the final warning line.

On the beach, tens of thousands of Japanese Self-Defense Force soldiers lay prone in trenches, their fingers gripping the triggers tightly, their teeth chattering.

On the distant horizon, above the rolling white waves, a dense mass of dark shadows has appeared.

Accompanied by a sonic boom so loud it could rupture eardrums, four thousand dark yellow monsters riding magnetic levitation skateboards, carrying an aura of destruction, approached the coastline of the Sakura Kingdom.

The leading Yellow Giant Zero hovered in mid-air, raising his thick energy gun, with a dark blue beam of light converging wildly at the muzzle.