I'm having fun in Tokyo

EVA's voice came through the phone.

Although she had sped up her speech, it still sounded incredibly slow compared to the speed at which the missile was approaching.

As she finished speaking, the missile was already incredibly close!

Morikawa Yu unleashed a gust of wind into the air, causing the airflow to surge instantly and transform into a massive wall of wind. He then swiftly moved forward, arriving beside Old Tang in a few steps. With his right arm around Old Tang, he half-embraced him, shielding him behind him.

Old Tang didn't even realize what had happened, and before he could react, the missile had already hit the wind barrier, exploding outside the barrier and creating a bright, intense turbulent flow of flames.

The other four or five missiles also hit the wind wall in succession.

A missile went slightly off course and hit the Hummer that wasn't blocked by the wind barrier. The flames and shockwave from the explosion scattered and crashed in all directions!

Morikawa Yu drew his sword and unleashed a gust of wind to protect himself. The airflow clashed with the flames and shockwaves that struck behind the wind wall, blocking the debris and pieces of the car body four or five steps in front of him.

Once the flames and shockwaves had completely passed, black smoke rose into the air, and the street had been transformed into a sea of ​​fire.

The asphalt road not far away looked like it had been ripped up, with soil and rocks flying everywhere, and asphalt melting and sticking to the walls of the shops on both sides. The area above it collapsed and fell down under the shock wave of the missile that hit the wind wall and exploded.

Apart from the area four or five steps around him and the area behind the wind wall, the surroundings were no longer the same as before.

"Boss!"

Old Tang only then realized what was happening.

At that moment, the sound of the missiles tearing through the air reached their ears, deafeningly loud.

Morikawa Yu nodded, looking at the Hummer that was still burning not far away, now reduced to a black wreckage.

Damn it, the car!

He quite liked this Hummer; although it wasn't as fast as a sports car, it was powerful and gave him a great feeling.

Now, four or five missiles have been launched from who-knows-where, not only blasting the surrounding streets to smithereens but also destroying the car.

He might even have gotten injured if he hadn't reacted quickly enough.

Old Tang will definitely be severely injured, and may even die and die, or awaken as Norton and go berserk and out of control.

"Boss, what's this...?"

Old Tang looked utterly devastated, staring blankly around.

Morikawa Yu did not speak.

He looked up at the sky where the missiles were coming from.

Many black shadows rose up there.

One, two, three... at least eight helicopters formed a formation in the sky.

Moreover, it's not a general-purpose helicopter like the Black Hawk, but an AH-64 Apache attack helicopter.

He recognized the helicopter.

He had played a game before that featured this kind of helicopter, which was very useful for shooting down tanks and ground targets and was known as a tank killer.

EVA's voice rang out: "Eight AH-64 helicopters detected..."

"Satellite surveillance shows that these eight helicopters took off from the Chicago military base, and the missile just now came from the Chicago military base."

Morikawa Yu narrowed her eyes.

"EVA, aren't they afraid of accidentally injuring civilians by bombing the city with missiles?"

EVA remained silent for a moment.

“From a humanitarian perspective, they should have this concern.”

"But in reality, at least 253 'terrorist attacks' and 763 'mass shootings' in the United States in the past 30 years are related to North American mixed-race families."

“83% of violent gangs work for them, and more than 90% of American news media are directly or indirectly controlled by them.”

"Moreover, most of these incidents were concealed."

"They are not afraid of accidentally harming civilians."

"If the missile attack had resulted in civilian deaths, they would have claimed it was a terrorist attack."

"Of course, now they'll say it's a terrorist attack."

Suddenly, EVA's voice paused.

“Intercepted communications from nearby, a person claiming to be a representative of the Morgan family was repeatedly playing an audio message saying they wanted to talk to you.”

Morikawa Yu frowned: "Let it go."

EVA: "Yes."

Soon, he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the phone, and it was speaking Chinese.

“Mr. Morikawa, we are representatives of the Morgan and Rockefeller families. We come with good intentions. If you can hear this audio, please connect to our channel and speak with us.”

“Mr. Morikawa, we are representatives of the Morgan and Rockefeller families…”

Morikawa Yu frowned.

They came with sincerity? The sincerity these people brought was like missiles flying from the sky.

"EVA, can you trace the location of this communication signal?"

EVA: "Yes, but there are more than twenty fake signals playing this audio simultaneously nearby, and they are frequency-hopping the audio from its real source."

"I need your authorization to access their channel in order to further pinpoint the signal's true location."

"Or, if you don't mind me acting on my own, I can forcibly access this channel and obtain their location information."

Morikawa Yu: "Connect."

EVA: "Yes, connecting."

Morikawaha took out his mobile phone.

He looked at his phone screen and soon saw a small window appear on it.

The video feed above the window is from a surveillance camera.

Two young men in suits sat in the room, looking quite relaxed and content.

"Hmm? The call went through?" The young man on the left suddenly smiled. "It seems our sincere greetings have finally been answered."

He stood up: "Please allow us to introduce ourselves first, Mr. Morikawa."

“I am Christopher Morgan, a representative of the Morgan family and a 2006 graduate of Harvard Business School. According to your school’s bloodline class classification, I am an A-class mixed-race individual.”

The blond youth on the right also stood up: "My name is Brest Rockefeller, the representative of the Rockefeller family, a 2007 graduate of West Point Military Academy, graduating first in his class, and also with a bloodline rating of A."

Christopher continued, "We have heard about what you did at your academy, and we know that you stole the Dragon King's Egg and the central mainframe from your academy."

"Your college has been looking for you."

"But now it's clear that we found you first."

"We hope to work with you and then discuss the Dragon King's Egg and the Central Host Norma."

"Cooperation?" Morikawa Yu sneered.

"They sent people to arrest my comrades, and then bombed my area with several missiles, turning it into this mess, and now they say they want to cooperate with me?"

He looked at the progress bar in the small window.

EVA is cracking their location; the progress bar is already halfway through.

Christopher was clearly unaware that their location was being read, and remained as nonchalant as if victory was in his grasp.

He smiled: "Missiles?"

"Releasing missiles is, of course, to demonstrate our sincerity."

“We need to make you feel threatened so that you realize our power and will have a proper talk with us, right?”

Old Tang, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but clench his fist.

Morikawa Yu patted his shoulder.

Christopher: "And didn't you kill Clarence too? Isn't his blood enough to vent your anger?"

"If you are not satisfied, we can also hand over the person who just launched the missile to you for your disposal."

"And what about the two of you? Or rather, your families?" Morikawa Yu stared coldly at his face on the screen: "The people who launched the missiles were acting on your orders."

"And you, on the other hand, are comfortably hiding in the back, spouting nonsense."

"Can I assume that you stabbed me in the back, then hid away, handed me the knife, and said I could do whatever I wanted with it to appease my anger?"

"And you even think this is the right thing to do?"

Christopher was taken aback.

He was getting impatient: "That's not important, Mr. Morikawa. What's important is that we're not like those poor bastards at your academy."

"We are the masters of North America, control the world's trade routes, and are the mainstream of mixed-race societies."

“We have people all over Wall Street, in the government, and even in the military.”

"As long as you are willing to hand over the Dragon King's Egg and the central mainframe to us, you will become one of us and our friend."

"If you're not willing, we've prepared not only this Apache attack squadron, but also many missiles like the one we just saw, as well as many hybrid elites."

Please don't make us do it ourselves...

"Are you threatening me?" Morikawa Yu interrupted him coldly.

"Are you threatening someone who obtained the Dragon King's Egg and the Central Server from the Academy and the Secret Society?"

"You don't even dare to provoke the Academy and the Secret Party, yet you dare to come before me and threaten me with scrap metal and junk?"

"Who gave you confidence?"

"Stupid."

Christopher was stunned.

But Morikawa Yu had lost interest in continuing the conversation with them.

EVA has successfully cracked their location information.

He turned off his phone screen.

EVA: "We have obtained their location information, cracked their communication channel encryption and surrounding area surveillance, and can intercept their mobile signals at any time."

Morikawa Yu patted Old Tang on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

Chapter 441 Moving Forward with the Wind

Old Tang nodded.

Morikawa Yu swung his sword like the wind, cutting through the surrounding flames, and strode away from where he stood.

......

"Who gave you confidence?"

"Stupid."

Christopher listened blankly to Morikawa Yu's scolding.

He looked at the screen of the drone's remote monitoring system, and at Morikawa Yu, who was leaving with Lao Tang on the screen.

"Brest! They...!"

Brest frowned and interrupted him: "Shut up, Christopher. Now that you've messed up, don't jump around in front of me."

"Now listen to me."

He picked up the microphone in front of him: "Viper Squadron, gain altitude and begin the attack!"

In the sky, the Apache formation began to take off.

They are an armed helicopter squadron from the Chicago military base, which conducts various assault and ground attack training exercises year-round, and has now been deployed to perform long-range fire support missions.

Although they didn't understand why their superiors wanted them to deal with two ordinary people, soldiers considered it their duty to carry out orders.

They faithfully obeyed orders, activated forward-looking infrared imaging, raised the machine guns, and unleashed a torrent of bullets, creating blazing tongues of fire, and began firing.