I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 175 The Development of Extraordinary Forces

Koyasan,
Da da da da,

A transport plane flew in.

It hovered over the abandoned town.

"Wow~~ Captain Matthew, you guys actually managed to take down a 'superhuman assassin'?"

"This is a big deal."

"cool!"

As the helicopter landed in the parking lot outside the town, several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign mercenaries, chewing gum, jumped out of the cabin and started shouting excitedly upon seeing the mercenary team's 'spoils'.

"If I had that kind of ability, would I need to be a mercenary?"

The black mercenary captain glanced at the other party with annoyance, waved his hand, and signaled his teammates to carry the wounded onto the transport plane.

The other mercenaries had their fingers on the triggers, their guns pointed downwards, clearly on guard.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, we're a professional 'Vulture' transport team."

Seeing that the mercenary squad was subtly surrounding him, the mercenary who jumped off the transport plane shrugged, his gaze secretly sweeping over the 'ninja' corpse on the ground, suppressing the greed in his eyes, and then beckoned.

"Come on, let's get out of this hellhole."

This is the corpse of the 'Special Assassin'.

In monetary terms, that's a bounty of millions of dollars.

Furthermore, you can obtain valuable military 'merit points,' which can be exchanged for various precious high-tech weapons, and even extraordinary potions!

Pity.
This mercenary group is still relatively intact.

Moreover, they are very vigilant; there are only a few people on the transport plane, so they dare not engage in double-crossing.

Faced with hundreds of millions of dollars in potential profits, what prevents these transport teams from taking any rash actions is the other side's military force.

"what?"

"A ninja corpse with the ability to play 'hide-and-seek'?!"

When the mercenary squad returned to their base in Gojo City, they handed over the decapitated ninja to the Japanese Self-Defense Forces. The Japanese were shocked and immediately reported to their superiors. Soon, a group of medical professionals in white coats rushed over and removed the body.

Leaving aside the other corpses, this extraordinary corpse with the ability to 'play hide-and-seek' is the primary target that the island nation's government has recently been trying to analyze.

After all, Takahashi Eileen is still reviving cats everywhere, and one day she might clash with the government again—

Just imagine a dense army of cats, each with the ability to play 'hide-and-seek', charging towards you.

All that's left for any army is despair.

If it were possible to crack, or even just disrupt, the opponent's ability to perform, it would be an unprecedented advancement. Therefore:
"You did a good job,"

When the Japanese Self-Defense Force Major General raised his hand to pat his shoulder, the black mercenary captain bowed and bent down so that the other man could reach his shoulder.

“It is my honor, sir.”

"Um,"

The major general was in a good mood, thinking that their Army Self-Defense Force used to be at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

American whites, American blacks, Maritime Self-Defense Force, Air Self-Defense Force, and then their Ground Self-Defense Force. And now, who dares to look down on their Ground Self-Defense Force?
Did you ask Kafka about his fist?

"With my authority, I can grant you a maximum of 20 merits."

"Cheer up, lads!"

The middle-aged general clapped his hands.

"Use these merits to exchange for what you want: more money than you could earn in a lifetime, residency in Tokyo, or even..."

Extraordinary potions!

He had wanted to do this for a long time, just like those generals in America.

To hell with this so-called 'reserved' attitude!
"Okay, I'll redeem it—"

The black mercenary spoke without hesitation:
"A pair of mechanical prosthetics."

? !
The mercenaries cheering behind him were taken aback.
Almost everyone's first reaction was to exchange for the 'supernatural potion', but to everyone's surprise, the captain was actually planning to exchange for a mechanical prosthetic limb?

Where there is demand, there is a market: mechanical prosthetics have existed before; the reason there hasn't been any breakthrough development is mainly because no one has invested in research funding!

No matter what kind of research it is, it's bound to be very expensive. And for things like mechanical prosthetics, to put it bluntly, the market is too small! Investing a lot of money is simply not worthwhile; essentially, like mechanical exoskeletons, there are 'cheaper' alternatives.

Now that there is demand, naturally many companies are willing to invest money, manpower, and energy in research.

Because the battlefield of Mount Koya was constantly producing corpses and various wounded soldiers, many of whom were wealthy, this naturally stimulated the development of mechanical prosthetics.

Just like the Metropolitan Police Department's constantly updated "powered armor," it's incredibly expensive, practically impossible for ordinary people to drive, and less efficient than a tank on flat terrain. However, because the artificial superhumans need it, researchers with ample funding immediately immersed themselves in researching and developing new models—

Money may not be everything, but it can definitely accomplish countless 'miracles'.

"Hehe~~"

"Wait, Captain!"

The other team members quickly spoke up to stop them.
"We can talk about prosthetics later, now is the perfect opportunity!"

"Franky will understand. What good would it do him to get a pair of mechanical prosthetics?"

"Yes, exchange for extraordinary potions—once you become an extraordinary being, are we afraid we won't be able to earn it back?"

The other team members all spoke up, urging their captain to exchange for the extraordinary potion and drink it himself, so that he could lead the team to continue hunting.

"you."

Seeing how much the members trusted him, the black captain nodded.

"I won't let you down."

However.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The base has specially set up a 'laboratory' for administering extraordinary drugs to people.

The black captain, strapped to a heavy-duty alloy operating table, struggled violently, howling in pain and fury. Beneath his skin, muscles bulged and swelled, making his already imposing physique increasingly inhuman.

"An variant response occurred in the person taking the medication."

"Don't panic, inject 10 ml of XXX."

"Have the suppression team stand by."

In the laboratory, a group of well-informed medical staff said: It's nothing.

Those who dare to drink extraordinary potions are basically the elite among humans, selected in terms of physical and mental qualities, but even they dare not say that they will succeed 100% of the time: after all, no one knows their own limits.

Some seemingly dull-witted individuals can drink excessive amounts of medication like water; some seemingly healthy people can suddenly suffer a physical breakdown due to a minor illness.

As for whether one's will is firm, that's a very subjective question. Therefore, the scenario of failure—

They've seen it all before.

Tear

At that moment, the flesh on the shoulder of the black mercenary captain lying on the hospital bed suddenly swelled and burst open, revealing a huge, blood-soaked eyeball.

Teeth white

I've never seen this before!
"Suppression team, enter the laboratory immediately—"

"Wait, it seems the situation has stabilized?"

Just as the lab's 'attending physician' was about to order the destruction of the 'guest,' he noticed that the black mercenary captain on the operating table was beginning to stabilize. Oh?
What's happening here?
Mutation, parasitism? Symbiosis? Or something else?
collapse!
Just as the 'attending physician' was about to step forward to check, amidst the metallic cracking sound, the black mercenary captain broke free of his restraints and sat up.

"I succeeded?"

Mercenary captain Matthew clenched his fist; this was the kind of thing that could kill with a single punch.
Although he didn't know exactly how strong he was, he felt that he could now fight hand-to-hand with a 'synthetic beast'!
"Well, it was a success."

The attending physician looked hesitant to speak.

The mercenary captain in front of them had bulging muscles all over his body, making him stand two meters tall. He also had an eyeball on his shoulder that kept rolling around. If it weren't for the fact that he was conscious, the suppression team would have broken down the door.

"Let us give you a full physical examination first."

?

Wow, cool!

"That's awesome, Captain!"

When the black mercenary captain walked out of the laboratory, the team members who had been anxiously waiting outside were all excited, and some even whistled.

"I don't think having an extra eye is anything to look good!"

The black mercenary captain, Matthew, had a dark expression on his face. No, given his skin color, you couldn't really see any 'dark lines,' but his displeasure was still quite obvious.

"Why does this happen?"

Even extraordinary potions can be counterfeited?!

“Mr. Matthew, we’ve already been very kind of us by not charging you any extra for the surgery.”

The 'attending physician' in charge here glanced at him and, after a series of examinations, proved that the other party was still human, except that he had an extra 'symbiotic organ' on his shoulder, and his physical fitness was ridiculously good, almost on par with 'strong dog level' superhumans.

The residue from the medication he was given has been sent for testing immediately to determine whether the problem lies with the medication or with Mr. Matthew's constitution.

Or perhaps—

"You've hit the jackpot!"

"A small number of lucky individuals may gain 'dog-level' power by taking a 'Level 3 Extraordinary Potion'."

"And you, you directly gained the strength of a powerful dog, at a price of only..."

He gained an extra 'symbiotic organ' and grew twenty centimeters taller out of thin air. Damn it! Why didn't he encounter such good fortune?
"Hmm, that makes sense."

After thinking it over, Captain Matthew, whose image had changed drastically, accepted the reality.

In the extraordinary world, what does it matter what your appearance is if you possess power? Besides, he's still humanoid, isn't he?
"Hehehe, what amazing abs, Captain~~"

"Captain, let me touch your eyes."

"Get lost, go touch your ass!"

After accepting this form, Captain Matthew looked out the window towards Mount Koya.

"Let's go and do a few more heists, and get Franky's prosthetic limbs first."

It must be said that although he is a black man, this mercenary captain named 'Matthew' is very reliable.

"Since the captain has become a superhuman, our tactics need to be adjusted."

The remaining team members' eyes lit up as they hunted demons, became extraordinary, and then expanded their hunts, resulting in an increasing number of extraordinary members. This is how many extraordinary mercenary groups rose to prominence.

Now, it's finally their turn!

Standing at the forefront of the times,
Even pigs can fly!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

While ordinary people are risking their lives for their future, important figures are also busy discussing the future:
"Still no trace of Master Zhixiong?"

"terribly sorry."

Director Zhu Ya raised her hand to interrupt her subordinate and turned to look at the other side of the screen.

"Unfortunately, the Metropolitan Police Department has done its best."

But they simply couldn't find it. An island nation isn't particularly large, but it's not small either, still around 37.8 square kilometers. Moreover, it has 6800 islands of varying sizes, and forests covering 67% of its total land area. Given this terrain, how could they possibly find a specially hidden supernatural being?

Half of the island nation's population is concentrated in three major metropolitan areas.

The remaining areas should not be too many remote or desolate places.

Moreover, there are other factors:

"First, we cannot make a big fuss about it."

How could the fact that Master Zhixiong fled the battlefield due to a mental breakdown be brought up in public?
"Secondly, can Master Zhixiong fly? It's his magical artifact, the 'Three-pronged Vajra,' that can carry people flying, in this case..."

Radar can't detect humans flying at low altitudes!
"Oh dear, how could Master Zhixiong do this?"

On the other side of the screen, the island nation's prime minister spoke with an incomprehensible tone.

Look at other superhumans; they don't necessarily fight to the death, but they at least fight on despite repeated defeats.

How could this Buddhist monk, Master Zhixiong, have fallen into the trap of 'inner demons' so easily?
Director Zhu Ya pushed up her glasses as she glanced at the cabinet officials behind the screen: "It's true that 'it's easier said than done.' If these cabinet officials were sent to the battlefield, they would probably be even more pathetic than that Master Zhi Xiong."

"That's settled then, next topic."

Director Zhu Ya sighed after the image on the screen disappeared.

"The situation is becoming increasingly complicated,"

The Self-Defense Forces, led by General Kafka, are actively lobbying the cabinet to increase military spending, particularly for the army.

The Yagyu family summoned other samurai families and taught them the "breathing technique," ostensibly to "rebuild the glory of the samurai family." But how could Director Takeya not know that his true purpose was to expel the beautiful beast?

The Igoya family brazenly interfered in the Shizuoka Prefecture election, determined to win the position of 'governor'; at the same time, they continuously armed their forces. Although they could not compare with the government, their unauthorized selection of young students to join the 'Yin-Yang Bureau' could be described as utterly rebellious.

Compared to these extraordinary forces that are 'unwilling to remain silent',

Yu-kun, who still insists on attending classes every day, and the Kakaiin family he represents, are so well-behaved that it's almost heartbreaking.

"Tell me, what's the point of me being the Superintendent General of Police, Ichiwa?"

Subconsciously calling upon his capable assistant, and then:

"Director, Section Chief Yihua is stationed at the Imperial Palace. Should I contact her?"

Upon hearing Fujiseiko's answer, Director Takeya was taken aback, and then gave a wry smile.

Yes,

Even Lian Yihua has left.

She transferred herself to a different position under the pretext of protecting 'Hopeful Life'.

Currently serving concurrently as the 'Head of the Imperial Palace Police Department,' she is stationed at the Imperial Palace for extended periods and is doing everything she can to help her best friend improve her strength.

Although Ichika's efforts and the 'Hopeful Princess's' diligent training have continuously increased the strength of her 'Eye of God', her influence has also grown at the same time: the old 'princes' and 'princess's' in the Imperial Household Agency have all rallied around the 'Hopeful Princess'.

They seem determined to rebuild the 'royal majesty'.

Even Prince Aiko took "The Princess of Hope" as her teacher.
Whether we can learn anything or not is another matter, but now we are truly 'one family'.

At least in those island nations, no one in the media dares to criticize the royal family anymore, or accuse them of "overstepping their bounds" at the drop of a hat.

I've heard that recently many powerful figures from tycoons have gone to 'pay homage' in hopes of receiving a favor from the emperor. Whether they've privately pledged their loyalty to him is hard to say.

"Alas, the world is in turmoil..."

Thinking of this, Director Zhu Ya, who was trying her best to maintain the situation, closed her eyes in anguish.

(End of this chapter)