Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 362, page 109: Tsunami Approaches the City

Dawn had broken on the ground. A few stars dotted the deep blue sky, and a sliver of white appeared in the east.

The west wind howled; it was the coldest time of day, and the buildings were covered with a layer of frost.

Above this underground research institute is a warehouse of a military base. Stepping out of the warehouse, you are immediately faced with a military airfield.

A force already on high alert surrounded the warehouse. They had received the mobilization order as early as when the knight awoke; the soldiers were fully armed, armored vehicles were running, and helicopters and fighter jets were ready to take off at any moment.

All personnel and equipment were on high alert, their eyes fixed intently on the warehouse door.

Most people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw President Vichy emerge unharmed.

Because of his armor, the seemingly very tall knight followed Vichi out of the warehouse, completely ignoring the gazes filled with various emotions, and slowly looked northwest, where the Baltic Sea was located. Without any guidance, he knew clearly that the sea was in that direction.

"Sir, this place is not close to the sea. Perhaps you could get on our carriage, which would be faster."

Vicki felt that the Cavaliers would need a means of transportation, and he could use this opportunity to probe for more information.

From the moment he decided to use Mr. Mori's information to find the abnormally behaving ice floes and bring them back, he had already taken the country into a gamble, and it could be said that he had been gambling all the way to the present.

Fortunately, his gamble paid off, preventing the worst possible outcome.

This knight was indeed no demon or superhuman, and naturally, having taken many risks, Viktor hoped to gain more from him.

I can't count on anything else, but I hope I can get some information and intelligence.

Otherwise, when facing Ami, the information is completely asymmetrical, making them appear very passive.

The extraordinary information that Mr. Mori gave him was very limited, and he dared not believe it completely. Verifying information from multiple sources is the foundation for someone in a position of power.

The Cavaliers turned their heads slightly to look at Vicki, remaining silent for a few seconds.

Then his hand holding the sword moved.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. The soldiers almost immediately raised their loaded guns, aimed at the knights, and breathed heavily, their white breaths forming a continuous cloud.

Vich felt a chill run down his spine, but he forced himself to remain calm, stretching out his hand to signal the troops to stay calm.

The knight moved slowly. He raised the two-handed cross sword, blade up and hilt down, then grasped the blade and gently tapped the ground with the hilt.

Benedict.

This looks like a courtesy.

Viktor caught his breath; his back was completely soaked, his lips and tongue were dry, and he felt that the sweat he had shed that day had dehydrated him.

He thought for a moment, then pressed his right hand together over his heart while lowering his head slightly in response.

After bowing, the knight did not linger, clearly not taking Viktor's advice.

He turned around, started walking, and began to move forward step by step in the northwest direction.

His steps were not fast, and somewhat clumsy, but his direction was firm.

Under Vich's command, the troops made way for him and stood at attention.

"Follow me and escort me the entire way. Maintain a safe distance and do not fire without my order."

Vich quickly boarded an armored command vehicle and issued orders.

He was a little worried that if the other party went straight ahead, although they could indeed reach the Baltic Sea, they would be entering another country.

The massive convoy slowly started, preparing to follow, while helicopters took off and hovered at low altitudes, providing surveillance and visibility.

The scene was quite eerie.

A medieval knight, "escorted" by an army, walks towards the sea.

However, there are even more unbelievable things.

After the knight had traveled several hundred meters and reached the open and flat runway of the airport, he stopped.

By this time, the sky had brightened a bit, and the pale golden sun was peeking over the horizon.

The knight stood quietly, holding his sword in both hands, held upright in front of him.

The convoy, which hadn't even traveled two hundred meters, was forced to stop and observe the situation.

Until the ground began to tremble.

The ground in front of the knight, about several tens of meters away, suddenly bulged violently, the cement cracked, and mud and gravel sprayed outwards like a fountain.

Then, to everyone's astonishment,

The bow of an old sailing ship, completely dilapidated, covered in signs of decay, with a broken mast and sails long since rotted away, suddenly broke through the ground and rose up with a rumble.

Mud and rocks kept sliding off the hull, emitting a strong smell of the sea and rotting wood.

This is the ghost ship from the game "Lonely Ship in the Ice Sea".

The knight took a step forward, leaped into the air, and landed on the bow of the ship.

Immediately afterwards, the knight's sword tip pierced the hull, and the enormous ghost ship began to defy the laws of physics, slowly moving northwest at an increasingly faster speed, as if it were not land beneath the ship, but the ocean.

But the problem is, your boat doesn't have sails!

Physics no longer exists.

The soldiers stared in disbelief at this unimaginable scene.

President Vichy leaned out from the hatch on top of the armored vehicle, holding up binoculars, staring at the ghost ship speeding away, and the knight standing at the bow, gazing ahead like a statue.

"First, stay put and wait for orders."

Vickery shook his head helplessly, picked up his phone, and notified his senior staff. He had to immediately inform the cities the ship might pass through and have satellites monitor it constantly. If it caused any conflict, the trouble would be immense.

The ghost ship quickly reached an astonishing speed, turning into a blurry black dot and disappearing at the edge of the horizon, leaving only the broken concrete road and a shoved mark on the ground, as well as a group of soldiers who had not yet recovered from the shock.

While issuing the orders, Vickers walked to the nearest command room.

In no time, a satellite map was displayed, with a red dot marking the ghost ship that had just left.

"Mr. President, based on the ship's current course and speed, it is estimated that it will cross Lake Peipus and enter Estonian territorial waters in three hours."

What about the situation within the country?

"There are basically no settlements along the way; at most, it will only damage some farmland."

Vickers had nothing to say about the ghost ship's impending intrusion into Estonian territory; he certainly wouldn't risk stopping it. His goal had always been to cooperate with the extraordinary, at worst, not to become enemies, especially if they weren't actively attacking.

“Connect to Washington,” Vichy began, his voice still relatively calm. “I want to speak with President Amer personally.”

Amei knew the ice floes were with him, and the satellites were definitely watching him closely. The knight's land-based boating was such a spectacle that it would leave a long trail wherever it went, so it was impossible to hide it.

After using an official tone to emphasize that the incident was unrelated to them and beyond their control, Vickery hung up the phone.

Combat alarms sounded at a NATO forward base near Lake Peipus in Estonia.

The NATO forces and Estonian defense forces stationed there were caught off guard and put on high alert.

Based on the information, the ground troops rushed to Lake Chud and deployed along the shoreline, but they did clear a path through the possible routes.

The on-site commander has just received top-level instructions from NATO Allied Command to closely monitor the situation, but strictly prohibit firing first. This is unless the target poses a clear, lethal threat to NATO forces or member states.

"Damn it! A ship speeding across the land, it must be going at least 300 km/h right now." The commander was German, and he had originally planned to slack off, but unexpectedly, he found himself on the front lines.

They were always the ones who attacked others, never imagining they would be the ones attacked.

His complaints were to no avail. Time ticked by, and the ghost ship sailed unimpeded from the Russian side into the vast Lake Peipus, leaving a long white trail in its wake.

It maintained its straight course, speeding towards the Estonian coastline.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will likely venture into the vicinity of the capital, Tallinn.

"Report! Two Estonian Navy unmanned surface vessels have been spotted leaving the designated area and heading towards the waters ahead of the target!" an operator suddenly shouted.

"What?!" The commander jumped up from his seat, picked up his binoculars, and looked at the lake.

Two sprays of water were seen breaking away from the patrol formation near the lake shore, speeding towards the ghost ship's route.

Judging from their posture, they were clearly going to intercept them.

Whose general is this! So brave! Oh, he's mine. Is that alright? Well, this is a big problem!
"Damn it! Whose men are these?! Who gave the order?! Contact the Estonian command immediately! Tell them to bring the ship back right now!" the commander roared furiously, veins throbbing on his forehead.

His first thought was that some Estonian officer, eager to make a name for himself, had acted without authorization.

The communications officer quickly contacted the Estonian command. However, the response from the other side made the commander uneasy.

"General... well, they say they've lost control of those two unmanned boats; the signals have been hijacked. It was Russian cyber hackers." The communications officer didn't believe it.

"Bullshit!" James couldn't hold back any longer and cursed.

He finally understood that this was neither an officer eager to make a name for himself nor some kind of hacker attack.

This is a play orchestrated by Estonia itself. They want to use the fait accompli to drag NATO into the fray and forcibly intervene in this extraordinary event.

Use two unmanned boats to test the ghost ship's limits and earn a place on the table.

"These ignorant lunatics have no idea what kind of fire they're playing with!" The commander was trembling with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

NATO has been continuously mobilizing troops these past few days, on a massive scale. Japan and London serve as cautionary tales. Why would anyone deliberately provoke such a catastrophe?

It was too late to stop them. The two unmanned speedboats were moving very fast and had already rushed to the front of the ghost ship's route. Without hesitation, they opened fire on the dilapidated old sailboat with their heavy machine guns.

Da da da!
He couldn't hear the gunshots from his command post, but the sound seemed to echo directly in his mind.

Bullets ricocheted off the ghost ship's wooden hull and sails, sending up shards of broken wood.

But the ghost ship seemed completely unaffected by the intense firepower and continued on its original course.

Just as the two unmanned speedboats were about to collide head-on with the ghost ship—

The knight, who had been standing like a statue at the bow of the ship, finally moved.

It patted the cross-shaped sword stuck in the sling.

next second.

The ghost ship, which was speeding along, suddenly slowed down and made a sharp turn to one side at almost a right angle.

With incredible agility, the boat narrowly missed the two unmanned speedboats and circled around them.

The huge splash of water rocked one of the unmanned boats violently.

Then, without stopping, the ghost ship, at a much slower speed, readjusted its original course and continued towards Tallinn.

The commander clutched his heart, sweating profusely, and nearly fainted.

Tallinn, the presidential palace of Estonia.

The president was intently watching the large screen in front of him, which was broadcasting live footage of Lake Peipus.

When he saw that the ghost ship not only did not retaliate when faced with the attack, but instead chose to evade it, a relieved, even somewhat smug, smile appeared on his tense face.

As politicians, who isn't a gambler?

And look, he made the right bet!

He politely took out a handkerchief, wiped his forehead which was covered in cold sweat, and smiled as he said to his aides beside him:
“See? It avoided us! It fears us, fears our power.” His voice was high. “We have successfully proven to the world that Estonia is also qualified to participate in this grand event. We are not spectators on the chessboard!”

The staff wholeheartedly complimented him.

however,
The president's smile hadn't fully bloomed yet.

Bang bang bang!
The heavy door to the office was being knocked on urgently and roughly from the outside.

"Enter--"

The president frowned and responded somewhat displeased.

But before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.

His commander-in-chief of the defense forces stumbled in, his face ashen, his body drenched in cold sweat as if he had just been pulled from the sea. His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a while.

"Your Majesty! It's...it's terrible!" He finally caught his breath. "A massive tsunami!!! It's coming!"

"What tsunami? Explain yourself!" The president's heart skipped a beat.

The commander-in-chief stopped talking and ran straight to the window, pulled back the curtains, and yanked the window open, pointing to the Baltic Sea outside.

On the horizon, the continuous wall of the ocean was already faintly visible.

"A tsunami is right in front of us!"

(End of this chapter)