Tokyo Detective

Chapter 591 The Defeat of the Aircraft Carrier Wars Comes to an End
Two formations of aircraft, one in front and one behind, are flying along Tokyo Bay. The formation in front consists of a mixed formation of F-35 fighter jets and Super Hornet fighter jets, totaling more than 30 aircraft, while the formation behind is a transport aircraft formation carrying Marine Corps personnel.

The fighter jet formation quickly entered combat readiness.

"The target has been identified and we are ready to launch a joint strike missile for a saturation attack."

"Received. Launch the joint strike missile."

The JSM (Joint Strike Missile) is a missile that can fly at extremely low altitudes up to 180 kilometers and cruise at medium and high altitudes up to 500 kilometers, with a speed of Mach 0.9.

Missiles were launched one after another from the missile bay. Nearly 50 missiles shot toward the target like meteors, their exhaust flames cutting through the night and creating a beautiful scene.

Fifty missiles is just over the number of missiles on all the launchers of a Patriot system (32 missiles). The Patriot system takes at least 8 minutes to reload after each launch, and sometimes more than 10 minutes, because it requires mechanical hoisting for reloading.

As the commander of this strike mission, the carrier air wing commander is monitoring the battlefield from the carrier's command center. In addition to launching missiles, he has another preparation.

"The drone is ready for deployment."

"Yes, the coyote and partridge drones are being deployed."

A group of fighter jets began deploying two types of drones: a miniature, low-cost swarm drone about the size of a tin can, and a larger drone. These two types of drones were named the Partridge Drone and the Coyote Drone, respectively.

The maximum range of the Partridge UAV is 550 kilometers, which is theoretical. Of course, flying 300 kilometers would easily lead to accidents. However, 300 kilometers is enough to complete this mission, since the target is only 130 kilometers away, and it is suspected to be a Patriot missile.

Its functions include electronic jamming, decoy, and area surveillance, and it is used to guide the Coyote drone in attacking targets.

Another type of coyote is an attack drone, similar to Russia's Lancet drone, capable of destroying main battle tanks, with a range of 160 kilometers and a speed similar to the former.

America won't just rely on surface-to-ground missiles to destroy a Patriot system; they need a second method, and drones are the most important weapon: partridges to interfere with reconnaissance, and coyotes to carry out the strikes.

These drones travel at 90 kilometers per hour, which is just below the radar's stable tracking speed (30 meters per second). The blind spot of low-speed targets results in a much lower success rate of interception; just look at how a squid gets hit by a slipper.

The missiles quickly entered the Tokyo area, leaving the already tense Tokyo residents bewildered. This was not the first time they had seen a missile strike, so it was impossible for them not to recognize it; they only felt that the battle was becoming more intense.

At Suihara Park, on a Patriot launcher, Naoki Hanyu's clone is instructing Mai Sakurajima on how to use the Patriot system.

"Look, this instrument displays the target location transmitted by the radar vehicle. We input the data, and the system can automatically lock onto the target. Come on, give it a try."

The successful businesswoman was a little overwhelmed when faced with the system she was actually going to use. She thought the other party was just joking, but who knew they would actually put her into the launch vehicle.

Nowadays, when faced with complex instruments, I dare not press any button at all.

The clone wasn't in a hurry and pointed to the instrument to explain.

"Look, the enemy's counterattack is coming. One, two, three, a total of 50 missiles. That's quite a large-scale operation."

Mai Sakurajima was nearly paralyzed with fear when she heard about the incoming missile attack; she had never experienced a life-or-death crisis before.

"I can't do it, you should do it."

The clone stood with its hands on its hips, refusing.

"If I don't come, and you don't press the button, then let everyone die. Fifty missiles are enough to blow your Suwon Park to the sky, and of course you'll die too."

Sakurajima Mai saw that the clones were really ignoring her, and the target shown on the radar was getting closer and closer, from just enough to intercept at a distance of 100 kilometers to now 50 kilometers. If she didn't launch something soon, it would be too late.

"."

Ultimately, the risk to her life and her life's work forced Mai Sakurajima to harden her heart.

"I'll do it, but you have to teach me."

"No problem, follow my instructions."

After a series of actions, Mai Sakurajima swallowed hard and pressed the launch button. A strange sensation stimulated her entire body as she pressed it.

Never mind, let the world end.

Missiles were launched into the sky one after another, and red leaves fell all over the sky. The clones also began to load missiles. They did not need crane equipment at all. Several people worked together to lift and load the missiles, taking 20 seconds per missile. They were loaded in just 3 minutes.

With two waves of missiles launched in succession, missiles traveling at speeds of up to Mach 7 could easily intercept the Joint Strike Missiles.

Like anti-ship missiles, strike missiles rely on subsonic speed and stealth capabilities to strike targets, but under the dual detection of Tokyo's impenetrable radar and Tenmon satellite, they have virtually nowhere to hide.

Anti-aircraft missiles struck even more expensive strike missiles, and more than fifty fireballs led Tokyo residents to believe that the coup had already used missiles.

The explosions illuminated Tokyo like festive fireworks. The tense exchange lasted for more than ten minutes. All the missiles were intercepted, while the carrier strike group hovered 100 kilometers away, refusing to enter the range of the Patriot air defense missiles.

Mai Sakurajima wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling weak in the legs and needing to urinate.

However, this feeling was unprecedented, more exciting than dancing at 300 meters in the air or jumping out of a plane, especially when the nearest interception position was only 20 kilometers away, and the man next to him claimed that if they couldn't stop them, they would hit them.

Mai Sakurajima asked in a low voice.

"Is it safe?"

"The first wave of attacks is over."

"Can I go to the restroom?"

The clone somehow produced a diaper and handed it over.

"for you."

Mai Sakurajima was completely numb.

"You, you, you, this is sexual harassment."

The clone retrieved the diaper.

"If you don't want it, fine. We don't have much time to make things convenient for you. Satellite data shows that a large number of drones are approaching. We need to protect our air defense system."

"."

The clone pulled out a submachine gun.

"We can't control you anymore. You're free now. Leave this place."

"."

Mai Sakurajima didn't react for a moment.

"Are you letting me leave?"

"What, you don't want to leave?"

Mai Sakurajima was a little worried that she would be shot dozens of times in the back and die when she turned to run away.

“I know your secret.”

"What secret? You couldn't see my face since it was covered. How about I show you now?"

When Mai Sakurajima saw the man in front of her actually taking off his hood, she was so frightened that she quickly stopped him.

"No, no, no, I don't want to see it, I'll leave now."

When Mai Sakurajima left the launch vehicle, she immediately noticed that there were more masked people around her, not twenty or thirty, but forty or fifty, and more than a dozen of them were wearing metal equipment, which, if she remembered correctly, should be semi-powered armor.

Stared at by these menacing-looking guys, Mai Sakurajima's pace quickened until she was running at full speed.

No sooner had the female boss left the park than she saw some small flying objects flash by in the night sky, and she guessed without mistake that they were drones.

Mai Sakurajima clutched her heart and muttered to herself.

"Although you guys are annoying, I still hope you're alright, YMCA." Mai Sakurajima didn't think those men were bad, just a bit extreme. But regardless of whether they were good or bad, she didn't want to deal with the YMCA anymore.
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Gunfire echoed through the dark park as 47 clones, armed with light and heavy machine guns, relentlessly fired bullets, turning the maple trees that Mai Sakurajima loved into a sieve.

One drone after another was shot down and crashed. The most effective weapons were two powered armored vehicles and 15 semi-powered armored vehicles, which had radar systems to help lock onto targets and could easily shoot down drones.

Interference and self-destruction are completely useless.

Even if some manage to slip through the net and get close to the vehicle, a clone will jump out and block it with its own body.

In just two minutes, the operations room on the aircraft carrier fell silent; all three hundred of their drones had been destroyed.

"What's going on?"

No one could answer the Air Force wing commander's question.

"I think I saw them shoot down the drone with a machine gun," I said.

The regimental commander interrupted his subordinate.

"It's impossible to shoot down drones with machine guns in the dark, even with radar or night vision. I know, it's definitely the YMCA's new intelligent anti-drone weapon. The YMCA is really cunning. I'm going to report this to headquarters."

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The wing commander was truly at a loss. Open missile strikes were ineffective, and having just launched nearly half of their ground-attack missiles, another attack would be useless. The drones, which were considered their trump card, had also failed to meet expectations.

More missiles or more drones?

Regardless of the type, the fighter jet formation must fly back to the aircraft carrier to replenish missiles.

"The fighter jets should return first."
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Thomas Carter fell silent after hearing the report. The air force strikes were ineffective; it was time to make a decision and not return empty-handed.

"Instruct the Marines to land as planned, and then proceed to their destination along the Tokyo highway, bypassing Chiyoda Ward."

"Yes."

When Thomas Carter left headquarters, he finally showed a very ugly expression, because he had been broken down by a series of incompetent subordinates and allies.

The plan was perfect; it should have been a sure thing, if not foolproof. How did it all go wrong?

The Japanese First Division was decimated, and it is said that the Japanese Diet has lifted martial law, so Oda Riko's political career is now on its last legs.

If he can't even take down a mere, unknown Patriot system, then his political career will be over.

As for sending the Marines by land, it was because he didn't believe the Japanese, who had just finished a war, would dare to stop America's people.

The retreating fighter jet formation and helicopter formation met again over Yokohama, but one was retreating while the other continued towards Tokyo, landing at the edge of Ota Ward.

As for the Patriot system, there's no need to worry too much. They will maintain a low altitude of 60 to 100 meters, which is already the lowest altitude of the latest Patriot system. The older Patriot system can only hit objects flying above 300 meters, not to mention that there are many buildings around, making it even more difficult for the radar to target them.

Just as the two sides were about to meet quietly and part ways, some different commotion occurred in Kuraki Park, 5 kilometers away.

Dozens of clones removed the disguised tree branches, revealing cars, radar vehicles, missile launchers, and so on. Clearly, this was the second Patriot system.

The whereabouts of the American aircraft carrier may be a secret to others, but Naoki Hanyu has access to the Neon radar and three top-of-the-line military satellites that monitor the Kanto region at all times, so the whereabouts of the aircraft carrier are not a secret.

As for why Naoki Hanyu didn't cause trouble, it's quite simple: it would be too troublesome to fight with just the air force.

With one guided-missile cruiser, four guided-missile destroyers, and over 400 launch units, even Naoki Hanyu would have to temporarily avoid a direct confrontation, unless he were foolish enough to fight a real naval battle in full view of everyone at the entrance to Tokyo Bay.

Naoki Hanyu wasn't stupid, so he wouldn't do that. Therefore, after confirming that the other party had intervened, he arranged the two Patriot systems.

One unit is located in Mizuhara Park north of Tokyo, and the other is in Yokohama City Park south of Tokyo, allowing them to attack Tokyo simultaneously from both directions at any time.

Another use was to launch surprise attacks on America's air force, just as it is now.

"Hurry, hurry, don't let the enemy escape."

"understood."

As the radar locked on, the calm fighter jets stirred, followed by dozens of trails of fire shooting out from the trees as missiles struck the two aircraft formations that had just passed each other.

"Watch out, enemy attack!"

"Intercept it! Intercept it right now!"

All the fighter pilots were dumbfounded. Who would have thought that an anti-aircraft missile would fly out from a forest, and at such a high speed, even if it didn't reach its peak, it was still Mach 5, which is already hypersonic. It only took 5 seconds to fly 5 kilometers, and 5 kilometers is already a no-escape zone.

"Stealth, electronic warfare, mobile tactics, bring them all out on me."

"No"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom"

Fighter jets and helicopters were hit on the spot, fireballs fell one after another, and the huge transport plane became the coffins of 600 Marines, who could not even give their last words.
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The aircraft carrier's operations room fell silent, save for the calls of the communications officer.

"18th Fighter Wing, please respond, please respond."

There was no response from the headphones, which means that nearly 50 aircraft of various types and hundreds of people have perished.

The next second, the already ailing regimental commander coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, startling everyone present.

Meanwhile, at the command headquarters in Aomori Prefecture, Thomas Carter sat pale-faced in his chair, knowing that he was finished too.

"The fleet shall immediately return to Guam."

"Yes."

As America's fleet withdrew, the situation in Tokyo began to change.

The Diet passed a resolution to lift martial law, terminate any power of the Prime Minister and the Cabinet government, and order the 7th Division, located in Ichihara City, Chiba Prefecture, to march to Tokyo to suppress the remnants of the 1st Division.

The 7th Division is Japan's only fully armored division. Although it has only 6000 men, it has two armored regiments (regimental level), each with more than 70 armored vehicles. It was moved from Hokkaido to Chiba two years ago to strengthen the defense of the capital.

As for the reason for the relocation, we can only say that we should thank Naoki Hanyu for destroying the 2nd Armored Battalion of the 1st Division back then.

In addition to the 7th Division, the 12th Strategic Mobile Brigade, located in Gunma Prefecture, came from the west, and the Kanagawa Special Operations Group came from the south. This is Japan's only national-level special forces unit.

They were advancing in three directions, seemingly poised to encircle the remnants of the 1st Division, and the police department's powered armored squads were also heading this way.

In addition, the Air Force was dropping leaflets over the 1st Division, demanding that all members of the 1st Division surrender unconditionally.

The reason why the 1st Division could move freely in Tokyo was because it had the Prime Minister behind it. Now the Prime Minister is no longer the Prime Minister, and the state apparatus is enough to crush the 1st Division.

"Hahaha, surrender, make me surrender, I did nothing wrong."

Kazuya Uchida laughed maniacally a few times, then lowered his head and looked at the drawer with a complicated expression.

“I shouldn’t have listened to them, I shouldn’t have listened to them. Now I’ve become a sinner in Japan. Everyone who dies tonight will be blamed on me. I’m a sinner for all time, a sinner for all time, hahahaha.”

"boom."

Gunshots rang out, and Division Commander Kazuya Uchida committed suicide by shooting himself.

When the other high-ranking officers of the division saw this scene, they were immediately disheartened and ordered a surrender.

However, it was not other defense forces that came to take over the prisoners, but thousands of police officers.

The high command of the 1st Division certainly did not want to surrender to the enemy they had fought so fiercely with not long ago, but a powerful man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and smashed the last remaining tank into a pancake, so they had no choice but to surrender to the police.

Naoki Hanyu coldly stared at the stray dogs in front of him. These were the guys who had caused the death of more than 300 police officers and injuries to nearly 1,000 others, even though the fighting had only lasted for less than an hour.

(End of this chapter)