Tokyo Detective

Chapter 371 The "US Military's" Order to Slaughter the Island

A 4-meter-wings-length RQ-7C "Shadow" drone took off from the destroyer and flew at a low speed of 200 kilometers per hour across the sea to approach the target island. It will guide the destroyer to covert targets inside the island.

At the same time, the Aegis Baseline 9 system on the destroyer is activated, and the SPY-1D radar scans the sky and sea within 400 kilometers in a 360-degree band. It can detect and lock onto any metal object that moves within the range and can track more than 200 targets at the same time.

Meanwhile, the destroyer successfully accessed America's Starlink satellite via Link-16 data link, gaining a clear view of the distribution of Nitzky Island from its high vantage point. However, to find out about the buildings hidden in the mountains and the things hidden in the forest, they would have to rely on drones and the seagulls that had already arrived on the island.

On Nitsky Island, hundreds of people are unaware that they are being watched by someone and continue to operate in an orderly manner.

Although this area is actually under the jurisdiction of America's Third Fleet, it is officially considered international waters as it extends beyond the economic waters of the Hawaiian Islands. However, few foreign warships enter without a valid reason.

Therefore, just in case, the defenses here, being the core location of the Morgans Group, are exceptionally robust.

Hidden away was a Patriot system. Although it was an old product from 12 years ago and a cost-reduced version, it was still worth 6 million US dollars.

A basic version of the complete Patriot system includes the AN/MPQ-65 phased array radar, with a detection range of over 150 kilometers and a unit price of approximately $3 million.

AN/MSQ-104 combat command vehicle, 100 million.

An M901 launcher carries four PAC-3 CRI (low-spec interceptor missiles), each costing $3 million.

It includes power supply vehicles and communication relay vehicles.

The fact that the Morgans Group was able to acquire America's Patriot system for island defense demonstrates just how formidable their power is in America, and even within the Pentagon.

In addition, the island also has torpedo tubes, a minefield, and three 155mm howitzers.

There are also 300 armed personnel on the island, all of whom are retired American military personnel. A small portion of them are from Blackwater International Mercenary Company, one of America's top mercenary companies, which renews its contract with the Morgans Consortium every ten years.

Although the island has many experienced soldiers, the years of calm have led to a degree of complacency among them.

In the island's biological research building, Oliver Morgans stared intently through the tempered glass at the operating room inside, where Jingu Nagamasa was lying on the operating table, his abdomen being ripped open—a truly gruesome sight.

Suddenly, the surgical staff panicked as blood gushed from the blood vessels.

"Oh no, high blood pressure has caused a blood vessel to rupture."

"Calm down, there's still room for improvement."

Oliver clenched his fists at the sight. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, but he was powerless and could only watch the surgeons try to save him.

Soon after, things finally took a turn for the better. With astonishing willpower, Jingu Nagashi pulled through, and the newly transplanted trachea fused perfectly without rejection.

The blonde, blue-eyed female manager smiled and took the old man's arm.

"Congratulations, boss."

"It should be a shared celebration, Helena, you have achieved a technology that amazes the world."

Just as the two were having a good time, Jingu Nagato suddenly got off the operating table. His newly stitched abdomen was healing very quickly, and it was estimated that only a scar would remain in a day.

The door opened, and Jingu, ignoring his injuries, began a high-intensity run, his speed 20% faster than during his third modification. With his current physical condition and reflexes, he could easily deflect bullets with his sword without a single mistake.

Jingu Nagashi obediently approached Oliver and the other man. Although he could crush them like ants with his current strength, he still needed their help for the subsequent modifications.

"Boss, Manager Helena."

Oliver patted the young man on the shoulder with delight, as if he were looking at a valuable piece of merchandise.

"Shin-gu, now that you've achieved your goal, what are your plans for the future?"

Jingu Eiji answered without hesitation.

"I want to go back to Japan and challenge that man again. I will get back up from where I fell."

"Naoki Hanyu?"

Oliver Morgans' tone turned sinister; he certainly knew the man who had killed his ally and cut off his source of income.

Helena asked curiously.

"With your current strength, does the Divine Palace truly believe that humans are qualified to be your opponents?"

"Manager Helena, don't underestimate that man. He is absolutely at the pinnacle of Japan, no, it's even unknown whether there is a monster in the world who can compare with him."

"."

As a woman, she didn't know much about the martial arts world, but in her view, anyone could become her guinea pig.

"In that case, I'll trouble you, Shrine Maiden, to bring the other person's body back. I want to study that ability that can increase height by half a meter."

Oliver Morgans laughed heartily.

"Don't rush, let's go celebrate first."

Just then, Jingu Nagashi turned his head to look outside the glass window and saw a seagull standing on the edge of the glass window watching them, turning its head a few times from time to time.

"Seagull?"

Jingu Nagare wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the seagull's eyes had become more human-like.

Just then, a warning sound came through Helena's earpiece.

"Sir, we have spotted a small drone at an altitude of 3000 meters. The model is estimated to be an RQ-7C 'Shadow' drone. It does not have a weapons loading capability. This is a type of drone commonly used by the American army."

"America's drone?"

Helena was displeased, but didn't react much.

America's Third Fleet operates in this area, and drones have flown over it more than once or twice. Perhaps the higher-ups of the Third Fleet are also trying to find out what's on the island.

"As long as it doesn't cause trouble, you don't need to worry about it."

"Yes."
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On the destroyer, Naoki Hanyu, while sharing the seagull's view, located most of the island's hidden locations, and at the same time used satellites and drones to accurately pinpoint their areas, such as the Patriot air defense system.

The funniest thing was that the seagulls discovered the air defense system operators were playing cards. They were so relaxed. We have to step up our efforts.

Naoki Hanyu inquired with the intelligence analysis department.

"Has the enemy radar detected our ship?"

Speaking of him as a captain, even with the skills of One Piece and two months of intensive study on destroyer knowledge, he is still not as good as a regular navy officer. I wonder if he is just a half-baked expert, or if he is better or worse than the average one?
The lazy clone answered slowly.

"The shipborne electronic warfare system is functioning normally and is conducting jamming, transmitting high-intensity noise across the entire frequency band, which has suppressed the reception of enemy radar signals."

Naoki Hanyu straightened his pristine white Captain America uniform.

"Weapon control room, fire two Tomahawk cruise missiles at XXX latitude and longitude, one second apart, launch."

"Yes, Captain."

The serious-type clone is like a real soldier carrying out a mission.

Soon, two Tomahawk missiles were launched vertically from the silo. The missiles' exhaust plumes completely revealed their location. However, the island was only 60 kilometers away. Even including takeoff time, it would only take a little over a minute to hit the target.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Oliver and his two companions were really planning to celebrate. The elder of the host family opened a bottle of 1982 Romanée-Conti, while Helena kept glancing at Jingu Nagai. It has to be said that a body that has been modified four times is really very attractive to women.

Just then, sound came through the headphones again.

"Sir, this is bad! We've detected a missile attack, estimated to be a Tomahawk cruise missile, arriving in 40 seconds. We're preparing to intercept it. The missile was launched from a destroyer, an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer." "What? An Arleigh Burke-class destroyer and a Tomahawk missile?"

Helena's wine glass shattered on the ground, but she had no time to explain. All she could do was pray that the missile would be stopped, while fear gripped her heart.

Arleigh Burke-class destroyers, Tomahawk missiles, RQ-7C Shadow drones, and the fact that this is within the Third Fleet's operational range—the implications are chilling. Is the Third Fleet planning to deal with them?

On the other side, the Patriot system's M901 launcher locked onto the target and fired the first PAC-3 CRI, then fired the second one.

The white operator was also sweating profusely. He didn't know if he could intercept it. If it were a Patriot that had been upgraded to the latest version, with the vast open environment surrounded by the sea, even a pig could stop it. But the one he was controlling was a low-end version.

"Continue firing the third missile."

Before the operator could fire all the anti-aircraft missiles, four missiles in the sky, engulfed in flames, determined the victor. A PAC-3 CRI missile narrowly struck the Tomahawk missile and exploded.

The second missile, however, narrowly missed them, with the Tomahawk missile still heading towards their Patriot system positions.

"damn it"

Before the operators could even roar in anger, a massive explosion sent the command vehicle and launch vehicle flying into the air. The shockwave felled many trees, and the entire island seemed to tremble.

By the window of the biological research building, three people stared blankly at the small mushroom cloud rising on the other side of the island. Even through the glass, it felt as if a wave of heat was hitting them.

Helena was stunned. She couldn't believe that someone would actually attack Nitzky Island with missiles. Had they gone mad? This was a challenge to America's bottom line.

Oliver and Jingu Nagashi, on the other hand, quickly calmed down.

"Let's go to the basement first."

"kindness."

As soon as they reached the first floor and opened the basement door, a Standard Missile-6 (SM-6) (which can also target ground targets) struck the biological research building, causing the more than 10-story building to collapse instantly, burying dozens of researchers under the debris.

[Ding! Intentional homicide has accumulated to 7 stars of evil.]

Seagulls flew over the island, taking in all the commotion and the hundreds of armed men preparing for battle.

Three 155mm howitzers were aimed at the sea, with a range of up to 30 kilometers, while several machine guns suddenly appeared from some inconspicuous positions.

Seven armed yachts of varying sizes left the port and headed toward the destroyer's location.

This small island is more of a military fortress than a research site.

It makes sense when you think about it. To facilitate research, you have to find islands that are dominated by local tyrants. For security, you also need armed forces. Otherwise, it would be speechless if the precious islands that have received hundreds of billions of dollars in investment were robbed.

Meanwhile, along with the Patriot system destroying the island, the destroyer is openly approaching.

Naoki Hanyu can see the enemy's every move through radar and Starlink images. Indeed, war is an intelligence war. If he could have another top-level early warning aircraft, it would be perfect. It can be used on both destroyers and fighter jets.

"Guests have arrived. Helicopter crew, step forward."

"I'm coming."

The four miserable clones hurriedly gathered on the deck, two of them grinning and two more composed.

"Finally, I don't have to be a common soldier anymore. Now I'm a noble pilot."

“That’s right, they’re different from those lowly naval idiots.”

"Freedom Gundam, sortie!"

Naoki Hanyu really wanted to strangle the clone of the Freedom Gundam. What if this guy crashed his precious helicopter?

No matter what, you can't replace someone at the last minute.

"never mind."

Naoki Hanyu summons an Apache attack helicopter, entirely in navy gray, on the deck of a destroyer. You ask why it's gray? Because today it's disguised as the America Navy's MH-60R "Seahawk," a medium-sized attack helicopter.

This is Naoki Hanyu's open conspiracy. The destroyer is an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer from America, the operators are wearing America's naval uniforms, the missiles are America's missiles, and now even the armed helicopters are America's. So, who is the mastermind behind the destruction of Nitzky Island?

One armed helicopter took off, followed by two armed helicopters, accompanied by two Standard Missile-6s as they intercepted the seven armed boats. They flew over the armed boats with trails of fire.

Immediately afterward, explosions occurred at two locations where 155mm howitzers were placed, wiping out more than 20 members of two artillery teams. Even from a distance, many of the armed personnel turned pale.

One of the armed speedboat commanders (a 20-meter-long speedboat) fell silent, sensing that today's battle was likely doomed.

When he turned back, the sight of two tiny white figures in the sky made him gasp in surprise.

"Seahawk, Arleigh Burke-class destroyer, are we fighting the American Navy?"

The men panicked and quickly grabbed their captain's arm, pressing him for answers.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

"How would I know what to do? Our enemy is the US military."

The crew members on the ship were equally bewildered. When they were still American soldiers, they had ravaged the Middle East, defeating local militants with superior weapons each time, which gave them a sense of accomplishment and pleasure. But guns and missiles would destroy the spirit and body of those believers in Allah.

But now that the tables have turned, and they're being forced to attack American troops with weapons that aren't much better than those used by Middle Eastern militants, the despair they feel is something they can't even imagine.

Before the armed personnel could hesitate and decide what to do, two Hellfire missiles destroyed two armed speedboats. More than 30 people on board were either killed or injured, and the remaining speedboats dared not attempt to rescue them.

A courageous former U.S. military officer pointed his sword at a helicopter.

"Enemy attack! Machine gunners, shoot down the enemy!"

The machine gunner was dumbfounded. It was either 25mm or 30mm. How could he possibly fire shells with a mere 3km range?

At this point, their companions, disregarding their own lives, quickly turned the boat around and fled to either side, knowing they couldn't return to the island anyway. Meanwhile, the brave former American soldier and his speedboat were blown to bits, their severed limbs becoming a feast for the fish.

After the two Seahawk Apaches dealt with most of the speedboat, they continued to ascend and then approached the island from high altitude.

The latest AH-64EV6 "Apache Guardian" is only 1800 meters high and has the latest laser-guided missile seeker. This altitude can completely disable man-portable air defense missiles unless they fly below 1000 meters.

The old-fashioned Apache helicopters remained at an altitude of 2200 meters. Although this increased the difficulty of aiming the weapons, it allowed the enemy to be hit in vain.

The helicopter's 30mm cannon kept firing, instantly destroying the last 155mm howitzer. The operators were dumbfounded; they had clearly used leaves for cover, so how could the Seahawk have spotted them from 2000 meters above the ground?

Regardless, the machine guns continued to fire into the island's land, forcing many armed personnel to take refuge in the woods. Of course, the machine gunners, protected by cover, did not need to worry about the mere 30mm machine guns.

But their misfortune soon struck; a massive explosion destroyed the rocks of their bunker, killing them along with the shell.

A wounded soldier whose leg had been blown off struggled to crawl out, leaving a long trail of blood in his wake.

"The MK 45 Mod 4 127mm naval gun has a range of 117 kilometers. There are no weapons that the island can reach. God, is this your punishment for us?"

The man had been a sailor on an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer and had participated in many Middle East strike missions. He was not familiar with the firepower of the Arleigh Burke-class destroyer. The only thing he didn't understand was why America's warships would kill them. Did the researchers on the island trigger some kind of taboo of America's government?
"Bang, bang, bang, bang"

One after another, the naval guns fired with semi-precision at the target, and explosions engulfed the entire island.

Several armed men had just entered a building when, in the next second, naval guns destroyed the entire building, with only a few people who happened to be hiding in the basement escaping unharmed.

The medical equipment building, the biological research building, and the artificial life building were all burned to the ground; clearly, someone didn't intend to use them.

Two Seahawks were chasing them from the sky, and a destroyer equipped with both missiles and guns was on the sea. The victims could only leave the island by small boat or hide in one of the few basements.

(End of this chapter)