Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"You bastard..."

Gong Yue was completely at a loss as to what to do with this lazy person.

Just then, a series of crackling sounds, as if tearing through the air, came from afar, and Isaac couldn't help but look up.

It was the sound of a helicopter rotor.

Isaac could also clearly see the logos of the news media on the helicopter.

A helicopter roared overhead, making you want to bang your ears shut. The rain and the rotor noise made it hard to hear clearly, but you could see a reporter opening the sliding door and shouting something. Isaac could make out bits and pieces of what the guy was saying.

The general content is:

The Self-Defense Forces suffered a crushing defeat, while the police force suffered relatively few losses. The police must have survived because they were afraid of dying.

TV stations are willing to do anything for ratings.

The reporter's words made the police officers put down what they were doing.

Isaac's team fared relatively well, but as a member of the police force in my unit, nearly half of us were killed or wounded after a life-or-death struggle against Gastrea, and many others were still receiving treatment in a makeshift hospital.

They knew how poor the medical conditions were there; whether they could survive was entirely a matter of luck.

They risked their lives to protect Tokyo, while the media only knew how to make unfounded speculations and ridicule them.

Some police officers were furious and picked up stones from the ground to throw at the helicopter, but they couldn't hit it from that height.

A reporter on the plane, witnessing this scene, smiled mockingly and said to the camera, "Look there, this is the incompetence of these cowardly police officers. Shouldn't the future of our people be..."

"Those guys..."

Gongyue clenched her fists beside her. But then she suddenly noticed Isaac rummaging through something under the recliner.

"what are you doing?"

"found it."

Then Isaac pulled an RPG-7 rocket launcher from under the recliner and aimed it at the helicopter in the sky.

He pulled the trigger.

The rocket launched, arcing gracefully towards the helicopter. The reporters inside didn't even have time to scream in alarm when they saw the approaching rocket…

boom!!

A huge explosion rang out, and the helicopter instantly turned into wreckage as sparks flew across the sky and it fell to the ground.

Everyone stared in disbelief as it all unfolded.

Isaac tossed the rocket launcher aside and shouted, "Brick!"

"Mr. Satomi, you wanted to see me?"

Brick, the punk-haired man who had been cleaning up the body, immediately put down his work and stood respectfully beside Isaac.

Do you recognize this TV station?

“I recognize it. It seems to be a TV station in the Osaka area,” Brick said.

Was that a live broadcast?

“No, given that TV station’s practices, they’re probably pre-recording. They’ll take the footage back and edit it to make it what they want the audience to see,” Brick said, annoyed.

Isaac lay lazily on the recliner, tossing the rocket launcher aside and putting a cigarette in his mouth.

"Make a note of the TV station's name, we'll deal with them later."

"Yes!"

After Brick left, Bow Moon looked at Isaac with embarrassment.

"You actually dared to make a move."

"Yes, what do you think of this approach?"

Gong Yue slightly curled the corners of her mouth, but immediately straightened her face and said, "Hmph, that's quite brutal."

But she started laughing again soon after.

The other police officers working nearby also laughed heartily or cheered, and the volume gradually increased.

Those who become police officers are not exactly saints.

"Next time, we need to find a more dedicated reporter to interview us, otherwise we won't be able to raise the status of the police."

"That... Mr. Satomi?"

"Ok?"

Isaac glanced to the side and saw a reporter with a small notebook standing behind him.

He remembered this person; he was the reporter who risked his life to interview him during the battle against the Gastrea Scorpio.

Chapter 315: Interview

"Oh, I remember you're that reporter from last time."

"I'm so glad Mr. Satomi remembered me!" The reporter looked flattered.

"The news about the collapse of the megalith was broadcast several days ago, so why are you still here?"

"I just happened to get one of the 30% of refuge slots allocated to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. I've been staying in the refugee camp, but I rushed over as soon as I heard the battle report today," the reporter said excitedly. "May I interview you today?"

This reporter is truly the most dedicated journalist Isaac has ever met. As an ordinary person, he endured the corpses scattered everywhere and the ever-present danger to come to this battlefield, especially when half the population of Tokyo had died inexplicably.

Most citizens believed their deaths were caused by black rain from the sky, and the black rain is still falling. Reporters are not afraid to run out of the shelter with umbrellas.

In terms of spirit, they are worthy of respect.

"Ask whatever you want."

"I want to know the specific details of this war!" the reporter said.

After a moment's hesitation, Isaac said:

"In this war against Gastrea, our police officers achieved a major victory with minimal losses, eliminating a quarter of the Gastrea."

"I see. So, what is your view on the Self-Defense Forces?"

"Because of their insistence on dealing with Gastrea, the Self-Defense Forces suffered the loss of nearly 7,000 troops, and a large number of soldiers were transformed into Gastrea. This has caused great trouble for our police force. We deeply regret the loss of our soldiers, but we have doubts about the Self-Defense Forces' operational strategy."

"I see. Sir, could you tell me how you managed to wipe out a quarter of the Gastrea population after their numbers exploded?"

He just snapped his fingers.

Of course, Isaac couldn't say that, as it didn't align with his plans.

He said, "Our police officers are experts at dealing with Gastrea. No matter how large their numbers are, we can find their weaknesses and then launch a counterattack."

"That's a reassuring statement. May we ask your thoughts on the upcoming war?"

“Well… actually, there’s someone more worthy of being interviewed than me,” Isaac said.

"Who?" the reporter asked, puzzled.

“Come with me.” Isaac stood up from the recliner.

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A town not far from the battlefield plains.

This town, located in the outer district, has been abandoned for ten years. It is overgrown with vegetation and extremely desolate. Even the eaves are covered with weeds. Plants that have been enlarged by Gastrea virus have roots that have even swallowed up the entire house.

Isaac and the reporter walked toward a high school located inside the town. A nearby gymnasium was dimly lit.

The noise absorbed by the walls suddenly came through, including groans, sobs, and other unintelligible cries, all mixed together, along with the sound of slippers walking.

The stadium was like a field hospital.

The wounded police officers lay on beds or blankets, while volunteer doctors and nurses in white coats hurried around. The room was so noisy that you couldn't hear what was happening next door unless you spoke loudly, and the smell of medicine that filled the entire stadium was unbearable.

Because of the lack of electricity, lanterns, candles, or electric lights connected to generators are used for lighting everywhere, making the interior very dark and creating an indescribable atmosphere.

"Where is this...?" the reporter asked, looking at the situation inside.

“A makeshift field hospital,” Isaac replied.

"Rentaro!"

A lively voice came, and Yanzhu's little head bumped into Isaac's chest.

He noticed that Yeonju was wearing a nurse's cap at that moment.

"How about it, Rentaro? Isn't it cute? Since I helped out, the staff wants me to wear this."

"good."

"Honestly, Rentaro is really not frank~" Enju chuckled, then noticed the reporter next to Isaac.

"This is?"

“I brought the reporter from the Tokyo area with me,” Isaac said.

The reporter greeted her politely: "Hello, Ms. Aihara, you must be the one who started Mr. Satomi's story."

“That’s right, it’s me! I am Rentaro’s initiator and bride…”

"Alright, we have important business to attend to."

Isaac grabbed Yeonju by the collar and pulled her aside. Later, he told the reporter:

"The reason I came here is to ask you to interview our boss."

"Boss? You mean President Tendo?"

"Correct."

Just then, Kisara walked over from a distance.

She was taking care of the injured when she saw Isaac coming over, so she put down the towel she was holding.

"Satomi, what brings you here?"

“Oh, a reporter wants to interview the boss.” Isaac pointed to the reporter next to him.

"Hello, President Tendo."

"Interview?!?"