I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 107 and 109: Arm Wrestling with Buddha

"What's the situation online right now?"

"It won't work. The public opinion management department says there are too many posts, and they can't delete them all!"

"Then first impose internet restrictions on Ota Ward, no, cut off Ota Ward's internet access! Also, inform the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to immediately summon the heads of major newspapers and television stations, and do everything in its power to block the spread of information on the internet."

In a secret base converted from an air-raid shelter in Chiyoda Ward, a group of government workers are busy at work.

After the resurrection of the Minamoto no Yorimitsu Oni ​​Samurai in Ota Ward, the Metropolitan Police Department had been closely monitoring the situation. When unexpected events occurred one after another, and the Land of the Earth summoned the Wrathful Myōō Vajra statue to fight against the clay giant, the Metropolitan Police Department knew very well that the situation was now completely beyond their control.

Cabinet members were evacuated in batches in accordance with wartime plans, and the Japanese Prime Minister and the Superintendent General of Police were also transferred here.

The command center, originally located in Sakuradamon, has also been moved to this underground base.

The prime minister is an elderly man with a very receding hairline. Although he used to be well-maintained and lived a life of luxury, he now appears to be in a state of great distress.

God knows how much pressure he, no, this country is under right now.

The epic battle between the Vajra King statue and the clay giant left everyone on the scene breathless with tension. Only when the battle finally came to a conclusion did the people in the secret base come to their senses.

"Your Excellency, the two major powers in the west have contacted us through their consulates to inquire whether we need humanitarian aid?" Taking advantage of this brief pause, a young secretary dressed in an elite manner asked cautiously.

"Bullshit! Since when did it become the turn of poor bastards like the Russians to provide humanitarian aid to developed countries?"

The Prime Minister couldn't help but curse.

While dispatching the Metropolitan Police Department's SAT unit, the Japanese government also mobilized reconnaissance satellites, which provided a very clear overview of the entire Ota Ward.

The high resolution of spy satellites now allows them to even identify car license plates.

Although it can't yet recognize faces like the rumors suggested, it can still make out a few people on the street with some difficulty.

After the epic battle between the 20-meter-long Vajra King statue and the clay giant broke out, the scale of the battle became so immense that it could no longer be concealed.

There are more than just the US and Japan with satellites around the world. Who knows how many spy satellites are watching this small place in Ota Ward right now?

You Japanese can't even control the airspace of your own capital, how can you possibly control outer space?

Fifteen years have passed since the supernatural events began, and no matter how hard the US and Japan try to guard against them, the information inevitably leaks to the international community.

It's already quite successful to fool their own people; do you really think they can fool a superpower like the five permanent members of the UN Security Council?

Several major powers may have known about this news as early as ten years ago, and have been trying to get involved in the island nation's affairs whenever possible.

Fortunately, Japan has long been the exclusive domain of the United States, which is determined to monopolize it. The skin of the world's number one superpower has not yet been stripped off, and the two major powers in the west are unlikely to send troops to the island nation for a supernatural existence with an uncertain future, which would be World War III.

As for how intense the behind-the-scenes espionage and intelligence battles were, that remains unknown.

"Reject them and say nothing happened."

The Prime Minister truly lives up to his reputation as a man who has reached the pinnacle of island politics, having mastered the art of the island politician's "I don't know" tactic to perfection.

Whether they believe it or not is none of my business. Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner!

At that moment, the satellite imagery underwent a dramatic change, revealing a dense, crisscrossing network of black steel that covered an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius.

Cars and houses along the way were easily pierced as if made of paper, and even the ground collapsed.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, the Prime Minister and cabinet officials turned pale. If such a treacherous superhuman, filled with malice towards humanity, were to strike at the Parliament Building or the Imperial Palace, and if these high-ranking figures were all captured, who would support the country? The island nation would collapse!

It's despicable that these lawless, antisocial superhumans make even important figures like them feel uneasy.

Then they saw two ancient-looking statues rising from the flat ground, flanking a wall of bronze and iron that blocked the piercing of the black iron spikes.

Looking at the two statues, which clearly exhibited a blend of Japanese and Buddhist influences, the Prime Minister couldn't help but ask with a hint of excitement:

"Take a screenshot of this image and consult the historians and religious scholars on the expert panel to see which two deities are depicted!"

The great battle seemed to have come to an end. The two superhumans on the scene were talking about something. The body of the huge and deformed superhuman turned yellow and was gradually disintegrating and weathering away. He had obviously left.

"Damn it! Is this the teleportation mentioned in the report? If these monsters all have this cheating ability, how are we humans supposed to catch these freaks?" The Prime Minister couldn't help but touch his bald head, feeling that another clump of his already sparse hair was about to fall out.

"That superhuman named Di Lu hasn't left yet. Is he exhausted or seriously injured, unable to teleport away? The officer next to him, why don't you seize this opportunity to arrest him!"

Some cabinet ministers were so eager to get involved that they wished they could be there and make a significant contribution.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Have the Self-Defense Forces arrived yet?"

Seeing that the Metropolitan Police Department's SAT had not achieved the expected results, the Japanese government had already prepared a backup plan. Now, disregarding the potential for shock, it dispatched the Self-Defense Forces from a nearby military base.

"The fighter squadron has arrived!"

"good!"

The people in the secret base couldn't help but cheer with joy.

Although the destructive power displayed by these two superhumans was terrifying, the culmination of human military technology was not to be underestimated. Without a direct confrontation, how could they possibly admit that the power of the superhuman side was superior to that of the technological side?

"If possible, try not to break ties with that monk named Dilu. Using force is the worst possible course of action," the Superintendent General of Police said cautiously after considering the matter.

Other high-ranking officials couldn't help but recall that, in addition to being an extraordinary being, Di Lu was also a monk.

The island nation is a country where Buddhism is prevalent. Regardless of their beliefs during their lifetime, people are given a Buddhist name by the temple after death and are buried nominally as Buddhists.

Moreover, the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara and the Acala statue that Jiraiya just manifested clearly indicate that he is a highly virtuous monk. If we were to kill him, wouldn't there be some retribution?

In this situation, who knows if the concepts of reincarnation and karma really exist?

Everyone couldn't help but look at a foreign officer with curly hair and blue eyes, dressed in a US military uniform.

"As long as this monk cooperates, my lovely soldiers certainly won't resort to violence the moment they meet. We Americans aren't barbarians who only talk with bullets. As long as he cooperates..." The American general shrugged and said humorously.

It remains to be seen who will win in a contest between Yahweh and Buddha.

(End of this chapter)