I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 58 The Beginning of the Chaotic War

Jingle bell~~
"Hello, this is the Metropolitan Police Department."

"What?! The American embassy has been attacked?!"

"The prisoner is an armored warrior with superpowers? Please explain in detail. Hello?"

A scream came through the phone, and the poor female police officer who answered was stunned. Fortunately, someone else quickly called the police, and the news reached Director Zhu Ya's ears.

I.
The Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner, who was swaying and pressing his temples, had to force himself to give the order.

"Dispatch a rescue team, notify them."

"Yokosuka Base!"

It's not that our army is incompetent, but war has broken out everywhere.

The Metropolitan Police Department has three superhumans, plus the dogs, which is only five in total. They were all sent to the Unification Church headquarters in Shibuya. Now that the American Embassy has been attacked, are they going to send ordinary police officers to risk their lives to save it?
Moreover, given America's character:

"Commander, a squadron of armed helicopters has departed from Yokosuka base and is heading towards the port area."

Faced with the secretary's report, Director Zhu Ya waved her hand dismissively.

"Contact the other party and inform them of the situation on site."

The Metropolitan Police Department only has information from a few scattered emergency calls, but they can't just do nothing, can they?
As for what happens next, let the Ministry of Foreign Affairs deal with the Americans slowly! Director Takeya stared at the helicopter footage of Iori Ichika and the others. His intuition told him that the few people on the mountain were preparing to do something big, and it was definitely not as simple as live-streaming a murder. What exactly did they want to do?
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.

"Can you say that again?!"

In response to Brigadier General Thomas's angry rebuke, a uniquely island nation's response came from the other end of the phone.

"Hi, I'm so sorry, our superhuman personnel are currently on a mission. Yes, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Even over the phone, the image of the other person bowing and apologizing so cautiously automatically flashed before Brigadier General Thomas's mind. He had faced this posture many times before, but this time it filled him with rage.

"Damn thing!"

"Our embassy has been attacked, and you haven't even sent any superhuman personnel?!"

"Yes, I'm very sorry—"

砰、

Brigadier General Thomas slammed the phone down on the landline and began to wonder if he had been too 'weak' in dealing with the island nation.

"Calm down, Thomas."

With a crisp sound of footsteps, the white lieutenant general at the base pushed open the door to his office.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General,"

Thomas suppressed his anger and stood up, while the other person waved the phone in his hand.

"The island nation is not deliberately making excuses; they are in big trouble."

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Thomas watched the 'live stream' on his phone for a while before he realized what was happening.

"Besides our embassy being attacked, another archipelago nation is also broadcasting live?"

As an old-school soldier, Brigadier General Thomas doesn't actually like using electronic devices like cell phones; so it's only now that he's learned about another major event happening in Tokyo.

"Not just live streaming,"

As the base's supreme commander, the white lieutenant general was no pushover.

"Did you see the 'writing' around those corpses? What do you think it looks like?"

On the live broadcast, as one 'Unification Church' leader after another fell to the ground, their blood gathered, flowed, and spread, forming strange circles of characters on the ground, which was clearly not a natural phenomenon.

"Cult rituals?"

Brigadier General Thomas also realized that those island nation superhumans were preparing to summon some kind of superhuman being.
"Yes, the island nation is in big trouble."

"Don't count on them; our embassy can only rely on its own strength for protection."

The white lieutenant general calmly analyzed...
"But Guile and the others—"

“I know Gule is your nephew,”

Interrupting Thomas, the white lieutenant general patted him on the shoulder.

"Calm down, Thomas. Guile isn't a child. You should trust him!"

“It’s my problem,”

Thomas took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had calmed down.

His excitement stemmed from the fact that Colonel Guile was aboard the armed helicopter bound for the port. He had poured so much effort into that family pride: especially after his disobedient son got into a car accident while high, Thomas practically treated Guile like his own child.

"I'm going to the command center right now!"

"That's more like it, let's go!"

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.

Da da da da,

Amid the sound of the propeller turning,
More than a dozen classic UH-60 utility helicopters sped toward Akasaka 1-chome in the Minato Ward.

"Colonel, scattered drones spotted ahead, please provide instructions!"

"Ignore it, prepare for battle!"

On the helicopter, Colonel Guile, already fully dressed, spoke with a firm voice, his gaze sweeping over the American embassy not far ahead, the billowing smoke from which was so conspicuous and glaring.

A dozen civilian drones were flying in the surrounding sky, and further away, many people had run to the rooftops of buildings, holding binoculars and pointing excitedly.

The port area is known as the place with the "most international atmosphere" because it is home to embassies of more than 80 countries! The waiters in the street pubs all speak with perfect London accents; the people coming and going are all high-ranking diplomatic officials with military ranks, and its consumption level is second to none in the island nation.

Upon hearing the news of the attack on the American embassy, ​​embassies of other countries in the surrounding area were on high alert while also gleefully watching the spectacle.

If it weren't for the fact that the battle looked so intense, many countries would have loved to rush to the scene and take photos.

Therefore, those drones in the sky are understandable.

brush,

Three figures wearing exoskeleton armor jumped off the helicopter and flew towards the smoking American embassy.

Meanwhile, Black Hawk helicopters that arrived nearby lowered rappelling ropes, and Marines, fully equipped to the teeth, swiftly descended: they wore simple exoskeletons, and their Fast tactical helmets were covered with so many accessories that they almost completely obscured their faces.

To prevent encountering dense fog again, the helmet is equipped with a GPNVG-18 ground panoramic night vision device with four lenses, making it look like some kind of robot army at first glance.

As several Marines opened the box, finger-length 'Black Bee' drones hummed softly and surrounded the embassy.

These 'Black Bee' drones look like helicopters scaled down hundreds of times, or like children's toys.

In reality, it's an expensive item worth $20, capable of penetrating the interior of any building to provide a view of America.

The lavish equipment left the embassy staff who were watching the situation speechless.

Each soldier is "carrying" several houses on their backs—a level of luxury most countries can't afford. Of course, even in America, this is the elite of the elite!
The three 'extraordinary officers' who were the first to storm the embassy possessed an astonishing level of technology.

"No target found in area A1!"

"No target found in area B2!"

"Area E4"

The 'Black Bee' drone that had entered the embassy continuously transmitted images back, showing not only the gruesome corpses of embassy personnel but also dismembered bodies scattered all over the floor. This caused Colonel Gule, who strode into the embassy, ​​to frown slightly.

Are you late?

"Be on guard and maintain formation."

He gave a hand signal to his two colleagues, and the three of them quickly rushed into the building.

Their mission was twofold: first, to capture the armored warrior, and second, to rescue the embassy members, if any were still alive.

Just as the three of them rushed through a corridor, they heard several strange noises overhead.

Ding, ding, ding, ding

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With a quick glance, Colonel Gule saw several defensive grenades with their pins pulled, falling from the ceiling out of thin air.

"Defense—" Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Almost the instant he gave the order, four explosions filled the entire building.

Unlike offensive grenades, defensive grenades, upon detonation, produce nearly a thousand fragments weighing approximately 0.4g each, creating a 'death zone' within a 30-meter radius—a nightmare for infantry units. They are called 'defensive' because after being thrown, the user must be concealed within defensive fortifications.

Otherwise, the thrower will also be involved!

brush,

The explosion had just subsided when a five-fingered hand wearing a tactical glove reached out from the smoke.

The 'ONY V Exoskeleton Armor' used for extraordinary combat blocked countless grenade fragments. The shockwaves that would normally rupture a person's internal organs were also made less deadly by the combined protection of the equipment and 'psychic energy'.

With a tearing motion of his hands, the smoke seemed to materialize as Colonel Gu Lie separated it.

"Report the loss!"

"Equipment undamaged, 'Psionic Energy' consumed approximately 5%."

"The left camera on the helmet is damaged, and 'psychic energy' is depleted by 8% or more."

The island nation calls supernatural power "demon power" because it originated from dog demons, which is understandable; but how could America call itself "demon"? So they changed the name to "psychic power", although the essence remains the same.

As for the depletion of 'psychic energy', sorry, it cannot be detected by technological means, they can only estimate it themselves.

"keep going!"

If it's a normal tactical squad

Having taken four defensive grenades, I can now choose my preferred burial plot.

However, the exoskeletons worn by the three were worth tens of millions of dollars, and given their extraordinary physical abilities, it shouldn't be the case that they would suffer casualties so easily.

On their way forward, they encountered another grenade trap. Being prepared, it only consumed more psionic energy. They successfully arrived at the ambassador's office, where Colonel Guile made a gesture.

An extraordinary officer stepped forward, took out a device resembling a mobile phone, and stuck it on the wall.

AN-28 wall-mounted detector
This equipment can emit a special radar wave that can penetrate a 20-centimeter-thick wall and simultaneously display information such as the number and location of creatures in the room on a screen.

The United States has fought so many counterterrorism wars and accumulated a lot of experience.

The officer held up one finger, pointing to the 3 o'clock position. Gu Lie nodded slightly and kicked out.
boom--

The office door was kicked open, and as the two heavy wooden doors rolled out, Gu Lie, fully armored, suddenly pounced out, his right leg raised high like a battle axe, and slashed down fiercely towards the office at the 3 o'clock position!

Clang,

The office suddenly exploded, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Two samurai swords came from the left and right, blocking the whip-like leg encased in a special alloy.

At the same time, two other officers rushed in from the left and right, their titanium alloy weapons suddenly aimed at—

Colonel Guile is attacking!

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brush,

I nimbly rolled away to dodge, and heard my colleague's terrified voice through the earpiece.

"Damn it, my body!"

"I'm being controlled! What kind of power is this?!"

"calm!"

As soon as he rolled out, Guile stood up and charged again toward the armored warrior hiding below the office, while directing his colleagues.

"Don't move, use your 'psychic energy' to resist the control."

Under his command, the two officers did not attack indiscriminately, but instead remained in a squatting position, mobilizing their weak spiritual energy to maintain the posture.

After the two maintained the 'turtle posture'
The force that influenced them was indeed not something they could control at will.

"Okay, it works!"

"As expected, no matter what kind of superpower it is, it will be resisted by extraordinary forces."

The white lieutenant general and Brigadier General Thomas, who were monitoring the battlefield through cameras mounted on their exoskeleton armor, both breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it can be resisted, recognized, and countered, America, with its massive size, can find a way to deal with it.

Moreover, Colonel Gu Lie is also on the battlefield!

In the chaotic office, an armored warrior brandished two swords, their cold light flashing as they left slash marks on the opposite side and the ceiling.

Colonel Guile, on the other hand, fought steadily, responding with calm and methodical punches and kicks. He relied on his exoskeleton armor and superhuman physique to withstand the attacks. Although sparks flew and his armor was left with jagged gashes, he—

After taking another stab to the shoulder, Colonel Gu Lie brought his five fingers together into a chop and launched a fierce counterattack!

This attack used one-tenth of his 'psychic energy' and left a blurry trail in the air. A piercing explosion erupted, and an invisible shockwave swept out like a crescent moon.

Sonic hand knife!

With his extraordinary physique, he actually unleashed a sonic attack.

Unfortunately, the slash did not hit the armored warrior, but grazed over his shoulder!

A strange thing happened: the armored samurai's arm suddenly lost its strength, drooping limply, and even the samurai sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"really,"

Colonel Guile, wielding his 'Sonic Hand Chop,' looked at the armored warrior before him.

"Your 'superpower' is essentially 'invisible threads'!"

As beings who also possess extraordinary power, the opponent had also tried to 'control' Guile during the battle just now, but he forcibly broke free: at that time, Guile vaguely sensed that the opponent was binding 'psychic energy' into threads to control others and weapons.

That's why those grenades fell out of nowhere.

"Do you have any other means?"

Faced with Guile's question, the armored warrior remained silent.

So--

Die!

Is it silk thread?

"A very strange superpower."

As Guile seized an opportunity and ripped open the armored warrior's belly with a single "Sonic Hand Chop," the battle ended with blood splattering everywhere.

The other two extraordinary officers, still shaken, stepped forward.

"Let me see this guy's real mask."

The officer who lifted the mask was startled and instinctively cried out:

"Mr. Bauer?!"

Beneath the masked face was actually their American ambassador!

"This"

Impossible, the enemy is actually one of their own?

“Mr. Bauer was just a victim; they bound him in his armor and made him fight us.”

Colonel Gurez calmly explained as he walked towards the window.

"The other side controls you with invisible threads, and can also control puppets to fight—the real culprit has already escaped."

escape?
No, the result was even worse!

On the building opposite the embassy
Another 'armored warrior' stood prominently on the rooftop, his hands like blooming flowers, each petal a piercing bullet.

"Get down!"

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.

P.S.: Suddenly realized I'm 200 monthly tickets short of the 1000 needed for the lucky draw. So, could I ask for a monthly ticket? (Shamelessly asking)

(End of this chapter)