Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

Wakaba Takafumi shook his head and said, "It seems that Mr. Fujiwara will definitely not interfere."

“Yes.” Minami nodded in agreement, deeply agreeing. “A big shot like him, what kind of stunning beauties wouldn’t he be surrounded by? It’s not worth taking such a big risk for a girl named Kato Megumi who hasn’t even graduated yet.”

As a seasoned veteran who has witnessed all sorts of dirty deals in the entertainment industry, a place of fame and fortune.

“Those big shots, when they dote on a woman, they can spend lavishly on her, buying her mansions and jewelry. But that’s all without touching their core interests. When it comes to making choices, women are always the first to be sacrificed,” sighed Wakaba Takafumi.

The couple agreed.

……

……

the other side.

Deep in the mountains of West Africa.

The night was as dark as ink, and the mountain wind howled, causing the campfire in the camp to crackle and flicker, illuminating the fervent and distorted faces in a dim light.

This is the core camp of Abdullah's armed forces, and the kingdom he proclaims as "king".

The "72-hour" deadline is approaching at dawn.

The entire camp was immersed in a jubilant atmosphere of impending victory.

Chapter 146 Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I surrender! (2/3)

Abdullah himself was flushed from drinking. With one arm around a young woman he had abducted from a nearby village and the other holding a bottle of whiskey, he delivered a passionate "victory speech."

"In a few hours, those short Japanese will have to obediently transfer one hundred million dollars into our account!"

"At that time, each of us will be able to get more money than we can spend in a lifetime! We'll buy the best guns! Drive the best cars! Play with the most beautiful women!"

His arrogant roar drew thunderous cheers from the surrounding armed men.

They fired shots into the air, the gunshots echoing through the silent valley and startling a flock of night birds.

In Abdullah's view, he had already won this game.

The Japanese government's rhetoric of "not negotiating with terrorists" is nothing more than a last-ditch effort to appear strong but actually weak. Under the dual pressure of international public opinion and humanitarian considerations, they have no choice but to submit.

He had even begun to plan how, once he received the money, he would betray his promise, swallow up the shares of the other two factions, and keep all one hundred million dollars for himself.

however……

A sentry responsible for perimeter security stumbled in, a hint of panic on his face.

"Boss! Boss! Something's not right!"

Abdullah was enjoying his drink when he was interrupted, and he immediately flew into a rage.

He kicked the sentry to the ground and yelled, "What's the panic! Is the sky falling down?"

"No, boss..." The sentry scrambled to his feet, his voice trembling, "We've lost contact with the outposts on the outer perimeter! And... I think I saw a figure moving on the other side of the ridge!"

"Shadows?" Abdullah scoffed dismissively. "I think you've had too much to drink and are seeing ghosts! A few scouts, huh? Sent by the Japanese government? Let them see! Let them see our strength! Once we get the money, we'll cut off their heads and use them as chamber pots!"

His words drew another burst of laughter.

No one paid any attention to this small anomaly.

However, at that moment, the high-powered military radio in the camp command post suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, a strange, chillingly calm voice echoed throughout the camp via the public channel.

The voice wasn't speaking the local dialect or English, but rather fluent and perfectly enunciated Arabic.

"Mohammed bin Hassan Abdullah".

This name is Abdullah's real name, a name that hasn't been mentioned for a long time.

Abdullah's smile froze instantly.

The voice ignored his shock and continued in that emotionless tone:

“Your wife, Fatima, is currently shopping in the capital of a neighboring country. Your eldest son, Ibrahim, is studying at Istanbul University, and he is very fond of a Turkish girl named Aisha. Your youngest daughter, Sara, just finished her equestrian competition this afternoon at her prestigious school and won third place.”

Abdullah felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He shoved the woman beside him aside, rushed to the radio station, grabbed the receiver, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?!"

The family information revealed by the other party was shockingly precise!

The entire camp fell into a deathly silence in that instant.

The deafening celebrations that had just been going on came to an abrupt halt. All the militants looked at each other, their eyes reflecting the same terror.

"I mean no harm, I just want to discuss a business deal with you," the voice said with a faint smile.

Abdullah took a deep breath and said in a deep voice into the microphone, "If you think you can intimidate me with a few words, you are sorely mistaken! I have more than three hundred fearless soldiers here! We have RPGs! Machine guns! Tanks! If you have the guts, try and break in!"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp, piercing roar, tearing through the air, came from the dark night sky, growing louder as it approached.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A menacing-looking F-16 Fighting Falcon fighter jet, like a ghost in the night, roared past the camp at an extremely low altitude.

The enormous sonic boom made the entire valley vibrate, and many militants were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, on a hilltop about one kilometer from the camp, a huge ball of fire suddenly exploded!

"Boom——!!!"

The deafening explosion sounded as if it would tear people's eardrums apart.

The earth trembled violently, and the hilltop that had been used as a target was instantly blasted into pieces by the power of the precision-guided bomb, with rocks flying everywhere!

The firelight illuminated the entire night sky as if it were daytime, and also lit up Abdullah's face, which had turned ashen white in an instant.

Air support...

The enemy has air support!

Moreover, it is an active-duty main fighter jet!

Fear, like an invisible giant hand, gripped the heart of everyone tightly.

The militants who had just been shouting that they were "not afraid of death" were now pale-faced and trembling with fear.

Abdullah felt his legs going weak, but he forced himself to stay calm.

deterrence!

This is just a deterrent!

The enemy dared not actually open fire on the camp!

He frantically told himself this.

There are more than 300 lives here. If they really raz this place to the ground, it will become an international incident!

Private military companies are most wary of directly getting involved in regional politics; they dare not!

They absolutely wouldn't dare!

This sliver of hope became his last straw.

However, that voice rang out again via radio.

“It seems you still don’t understand the current situation, Mr. Abdullah.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another shriek rang out!

But this time, the target was no longer the distant mountain peak.

A missile, trailing a long plume of flame, struck precisely at an extremely tricky angle the warehouse on the edge of the camp, where all their ammunition and explosives were stored.

"boom--!!!!!!!"

An even more violent and terrifying explosion occurred!

The entire ammunition depot was instantly detonated, and countless bullets and shells exploded in the flames, producing a dense explosion sound like popping beans.

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the shockwave blew the surrounding tents and vehicles into the air.

The entire camp was instantly engulfed in flames and chaos.

The militants cried out and screamed as they scattered and fled, completely losing any will to resist.

But Abdullah was horrified to discover that while the explosion was terrifying, it was also incredibly precise.

It only destroyed the ammunition depot, and the blast radius was strictly controlled. Apart from a few unlucky guards, it did not damage the core area of ​​the camp, nor did it cause large-scale casualties.

Over the radio, that voice delivered the final ultimatum.

"The coordinates of the next missile have been set. Latitude XX degrees XX minutes XX seconds North, longitude XX degrees XX minutes XX seconds East."

The voice clearly announced a series of coordinates.

Abdullah's deputy glanced tremblingly at the GPS locator in his hand, then looked at him with a look of utter despair.

That coordinate... is exactly where they are standing now, Abdullah's command tent!

“You have five minutes to consider, Mr. Abdullah. Do you want us to take the things away, or… do you want us to wipe you off this planet?”

"Tick, tick..."

The voice even began to mimic the ticking of a clock in a playful tone.

Abdullah could no longer hold on.

He didn't dare to gamble.

He dared not risk his life to gamble on whether the other party would press the launch button.

"I surrender! I surrender!!"

Abdullah let out a piercing scream.

He threw himself at the radio station, as if grasping at a straw, and cried out in tears, "Don't fire! Please! Don't fire! Whatever you want! I'll give you anything! I'll give you anything!"

His surrender triggered a chain reaction.

The leaders of the other two armed groups were terrified after witnessing the miraculous military strike.

Fearing they would be implicated, they immediately used their own channels to urge the mysterious force to sever all ties with Abdullah and voluntarily hand over the aircraft wreckage in their respective areas of responsibility.

Abdullah's men also dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged him to surrender, weeping bitterly.

In the face of absolute force, any resistance seems foolish and ridiculous.

Abdullah, the once arrogant mountain king, is now like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken, completely subdued.

He not only agreed to unconditionally hand over all the aircraft wreckage and the remains of the victims, but also took the initiative to send his own guards to "escort" the XE Company's recovery team to carry out the operation on his own turf, fearing that any dissatisfaction from the other party would bring even more severe retaliation.

The work that followed went exceptionally smoothly.

XE Company dispatched a professional recovery team to survey and recover the crash site.

Using specialized equipment, they carefully collected every piece of aircraft wreckage and solemnly placed each mutilated body in body bags.

Several hours later, after all the supplies had been properly packed, several large CH-47 Chinook transport helicopters, escorted by armed helicopters, landed in the valley.

The supplies were quickly loaded, and then, amidst the complex gazes of all the militants, they took to the air and flew towards the civilized world.

……

……

Tokyo, Seiji Fujiwara's penthouse apartment.

early morning.

When Kato Megumi woke up, she saw Fujiwara Seiji sitting by her bedside, holding a black, oddly shaped telephone in his hand.

It's a satellite phone.

"Did you sleep well?" Seiji Fujiwara's voice was calm.

"Hmm..." Kato Megumi was still a little dazed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Seiji Fujiwara didn't say much, he simply pressed the speakerphone button.

On the other end of the phone, Jason's steady voice came through, a mix of the wind and the roar of helicopter rotors:

"'Messenger' calling 'Boss.' Mission accomplished. The black box of NH915, as well as the remains of all 127 victims on board, have been recovered. En route back to base. Over."