Tokyo Detective

Chapter 524 B2 Bomber Cuts Through the Sky

At the Protestant headquarters in Seoul, a light drizzle began to fall.

An argument is taking place in the Protestant meeting room.

Jung Ki-beom, president of the Methodist Church of Protestantism II, roared at Choi Jang-soo, president of Cheonsun Church.

"You madman, how could you do such a thing? You want to drag Korean Protestantism into the abyss of hell."

Cui Changxiu asked indifferently.

"President Zheng, you're exaggerating. What did I do?"

"You're still trying to deny it. Don't think that what you did was so perfect that no one knows. I have informants who know that mutants have escaped from your church headquarters."

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The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing this. President Saintly looked at Choi Jang-soo in shock. He had only been half-believing Neon's accusations, but now that the Chairman of the Supervisory Board had spoken, it was confirmed. He never imagined that this madman would actually do something so heinous.

This is nuclear radiation, which could potentially cause a war between the two countries. How can the government let this madman run rampant?
Choi Jang-soo continues to deny it.

"That's not true. Is Chairman Zheng more capable than the intelligence agencies of the country and America?"

"You, you, hmph, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you."

Jung Ki-beom left without even attending the meeting, and Kim Jae-wook also suspended the meeting upon seeing this.

"The meeting is adjourned. Everyone, please go back now."

"Yes."

Representatives from more than a dozen branches, large and small, left, leaving behind only a father and son who were not related by blood.

The president of the council, Kim Jae-wook, came to the window and looked at the mountains surrounding Seoul in the distance, as well as the increasingly low-hanging clouds.

"Cui Changxiu, I underestimated you. I never imagined that the weapon you mentioned was a terrifying radiation weapon. Even now, I still find it unbelievable. How could a religious leader like you be associated with nuclear radiation?"

Cui Changxiu answered calmly.

"Father, you don't understand me at all."

“Yes, I don’t know you at all. I originally thought your deceased third brother was the best, but I didn’t expect you to be just as good. You’ve caused such a big mess and someone is willing to help you clean it up. In this respect, I am not as good as you.”

Choi Jang-soo still looked like he was in his fifties, but he was almost 80 years old.

“Watch, Father, I will lead the Protestant movement to rise and transform this country into a true earthly kingdom.”

"Heaven, Choi Jang-soo, don't you think you're being too arrogant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the 119-year-old Jung Ki-beom's body swelled into a 3-meter giant, his muscles like steel bars, giving people a ferocious beast-like pressure.

As Cui Changxiu faced his father's imposing aura, his pupils constricted, and his body transformed into a 2.4-meter-tall giant, clearly demonstrating that his martial arts level had reached the pinnacle.

Even so, cold sweat still dripped down his forehead; the two sides were not on the same level.

Jung Ki-beom's hoarse voice rang out.

"I can't control you anymore, but let me remind you, many of my peers back then were geniuses who were even more talented than me, but now they are dead, while I have been at the top of South Korea for thirty years. My motto is: be cautious."

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"Go back, isn't your church having a celebration?"

"Yes."

Choi Jang-soo left the Protestant headquarters, not taking his father's words to heart.

"The old man is 119 years old, of course he can outlive everyone else."

Choi Jang-soo left Seoul for Yongin City, escorted by a convoy, which was also the headquarters of the Cheonhwan Tong-yi Association. The convoy even included infantry fighting vehicles.

An hour later, the convoy returned to the church's headquarters, a villa area where only high-ranking church members were eligible to live; middle-ranking members could only stay briefly.

As for the so-called celebrations, they are just a tool for Choi Jang-soo to make money. There are eight celebrations a year, averaging one every one and a half months. During the celebrations, believers will donate a lot of money, and it is easier to brainwash them.

Unbeknownst to Cui Changxiu, the villa complex located on the mountainside was being watched closely by several eyes.

Ashiya Base, Fukuoka Prefecture, is located southwest of Ruya-cho at the mouth of the Kagawa River, bordering Kitakyushu City to the north.

This air force base was once the main base for F-4EJ fighter jets. In 2020, the fighter jet force was transferred to the Tsuwon base, leaving 75% of the runway and hangars idle.

Last year, even the last transport squadron was transferred away, leaving only a small team to maintain the air defense radar.

The air force base runway is 2800 meters long and has a surface strength of PCN70.

In the air defense radar monitoring room, the nine members of the radar monitoring team, who were tied up, looked fearful as more than a dozen masked men were watching them.

The radar team at Ashiya Air Base consists of nine people working in two shifts: four radar operators, three air defense command and coordination officers, and two system monitoring engineers.

The four men on duty were instantly taken down by these masked men who broke in, and the five who were sleeping were also captured. They were completely powerless to fight back.

Naoki Hanyu stepped forward and said calmly.

"I am Tianzhu, the president of the YMCA."

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The nine people's eyes widened instantly. The president of the Youth Association, the man known as a demigod, no way, we're going to die!

Naoki Hanyu continued speaking, ignoring the other person's reaction.

"I won't hide it from you, our YMCA wants to turn Ashiya Air Base into the YMCA's air force base, and you are the first official members of the base."

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The radar team leader looked desperate; if his mouth hadn't been covered, he would have cried and begged for mercy.

"Brother, don't do that. The highest-ranking officer in their group is only a sergeant. If he joins the biggest terrorist organization in Japan, no one will pity him if he dies." Naoki Hanyu took out a file.

"During my time in Kagawa, I lived in Kumamoto City, and my family had..."

As information was leaked one by one, these people were truly desperate. The Youth Association could easily wipe out these small fry like them; this was forcing them to join.

Naoki Hanyu knew he couldn't keep threatening him, so he took out a suitcase and revealed that it contained hundreds of millions of dollars.

"Here are over 100 million Japanese yen, which you nine people will divide equally. From now on, each of you will receive a monthly salary of 9 million yen, and on days like today when there is a mission, you can receive a bonus of 300 million yen."

A bonus of 300 million yen and a monthly salary of 100 million yen. It should be noted that the salaries and subsidies of the defense forces in the first three years are as follows: Ground Self-Defense Force 25.6 yen, Maritime Self-Defense Force 28.3 yen, and Air Self-Defense Force 27.1 yen.

A monthly salary of 100 million is comparable to that of a major general, not to mention bonuses.

Naoki Hanyu said calmly.

"I'll give you 10 minutes to think it over. Don't worry, the YMCA will not abandon any member. Have you ever heard of anyone from the YMCA being arrested? If you really do get into big trouble and get arrested, I will personally rescue you and give your whole family 3 million to go abroad and enjoy life. The YMCA's benefits are very generous."

As the nine men were released, they actually started discussing the matter. They had already been marginalized by being assigned to the abandoned base as radar monitors, and they had little loyalty to speak of. Now, under duress and enticement, the nine men finally gave their answers.

One by one, they recorded videos of themselves joining the YMCA, and everyone was truly dedicated to their work.

The radar team on duty remained on duty, while the remaining team helped with miscellaneous tasks.

Team leader Kazuma Tanaka braved the heavy rain and strong winds to tidy up the track debris. Although he was still afraid, he was quite curious about what the young man would do with their base, so he asked the clone of Naoki Hanyu who was following them for information.

"Senior, could you tell me what the organization's arrangements are for today?"

The clone looked at the man who was almost 40 years old and began to explain.

Have you seen the news from a while ago?

"Of course we saw it! You, no, we, the Youth Association, declared war on the Koreans! Those despicable Koreans actually dropped nuclear radiation weapons on Japanese soil! They deserve to die! Is today...???"

The clone points towards the cabin.

"You guessed right, the Sky Dominator squad that took off from the airport today was carrying out a retaliatory operation."

"Sky Overlord"

Before Tanaka Kazuma could finish speaking, he was startled by the enormous object not far away. A behemoth, 21 meters long, with a wingspan of 52.4 meters and a height of 5.18 meters, appeared in his field of vision.

"A B-2 bomber? Impossible, how could a B-2 be here?"

Naoki Hanyu patted his new junior brother on the shoulder.

"Don't make a fuss. You'll see how powerful our YMCA is later. There's more to come."

One after another, aircraft were pushed out of the supposedly idle hangars: a 17-meter-long E-2D early warning aircraft and four F-35 aircraft of various models.

Tanaka Kazuma was dumbfounded. How could this be? Although his squad hadn't paid attention to the hangar and the airfield, what kind of power could transport these top-tier Japanese air force assets here? Moreover, only America possessed the E-2D early warning aircraft and the B-2 bomber.

Naoki Hanyu gestured for his new subordinate to get to work.

"Go help out. No need to turn on the runway marker lights. Every one of our pilots is an ace pilot."

Are they all ace pilots?
Tanaka Kazuma felt that the YMCA was hiding inside the defense force, otherwise how could they have so many weapons and all of them be ace pilots?

Meanwhile, Naoki Hanyu was sitting in the cockpit of a B-2 bomber, the runway barely able to support its weight in an effort to reduce the aircraft's density. There wasn't a single bomb in the cockpit; they would be manually removed from the system's storage compartment after takeoff. Otherwise, Hanyu couldn't imagine where B-2 bombers would take off from in Japan.

The avatar suddenly asked through the communicator.

"Captain, are we really going to follow that plan? First Pyeongtaek, then Osan, and finally Suwon is too risky. It could lead to a war that we can't afford."

Before Naoki Hanyu could speak, Khorne's clone interrupted him.

"You're such a coward. Are you even the Naoki Hanyu anymore? We discussed it for ages yesterday and decided that only this plan can achieve all our goals."

"Hmph, I just don't want to waste the wealth I've worked so hard to accumulate."

"Haha, what's there to be afraid of? The Storm Goddess has already granted me power. I will offer the heads of my enemies to the most beautiful goddess."

The other clones also spoke up.

"What storm goddess? Isn't offering your head what Khorne should do?"

"Oh dear, have you forgotten? In my previous life, I was quite obsessed with Norse mythology and Warhammer 40 during high school. I even created a fictional storm goddess and wrote a nonsensical novel about it."

"Damn, you guys still remember these old stories, that's awesome."

"Haha, let us offer the souls of our enemies to the Storm Goddess."

Naoki Hanyu was speechless; these clones were such a nuisance.

"Stop chatting, let's get ready for takeoff."

Naoki Hanyu first activated the avionics system, loaded the MKC-21C mission computer, and synchronized the radar to form a terrain database.

Stealth mode selects extremely low detectability mode, shutting down all active radio frequency emission sources. IR suppression system is activated, and engine exhaust nozzles are pre-cooled to -40°C.

The engines started, with the left engine igniting. To avoid a sudden drop in power grid load, the right engine ignited later. Once the combined thrust of both engines reached 8,500 pounds, the aircraft officially took off.

"The runway is aligned, the thrust is set to 50000 pounds, and the Sky Death is taking off."

The somewhat cumbersome bomber accelerated, reaching 288 kilometers per hour before taking off. The 2800-meter runway was more than enough for the ace pilot.

The behemoth quickly disappeared into the rain, followed closely by five fighter jets and early warning aircraft.

Tanaka Kazuma stared at the disappearing aircraft, unsure what to say, before finally lowering his head and speaking.

May you have great success in your military endeavors.

(End of this chapter)