Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

Alexander was relieved that this was a "natural disaster." It was the island chain bases, however, that were a pity.

The concentration of collapse radiation in the Pacific Ocean is rising at an alarming rate. The short-term effects on people are not obvious, but long-term activity is certainly not advisable, and closing those bases is inevitable.

This would severely damage the interests and strategy of the U.S. military in the Asia-Pacific region.

……

Near Kagoshima Airport in Japan.

As the concentration of radiation from the collapse in the Kansai region gradually increased, the belatedly aware Japanese people in Kansai began to head south, heading towards the still-operational Kagoshima International Airport.

Even if they cannot travel abroad, they hope to board a flight to the Okinawa Islands.

On the highway, the traffic stretched all the way to the distant horizon; cars, trucks, buses, SUVs—anything that could drive on the road appeared on the highway.

The two-way four-lane road has now become a one-way road, and it is crowded with traffic.

Rafael also saw locomotives and concrete mixers, as well as large trucks towing fuel tankers.

Moreover, many vehicles had people sitting on the top shelves and in the cargo beds.

This scene reminded her of photos of Indian trains she had seen on the internet, with people inside the carriages, people lying on the outside of the carriages, and people crowding the roof of the carriages, even the front of the train was not spared.

Many others walked, heading south along the highway. Some people were carrying things and frantically banging on the windows of the nearest cars.

There were also women dressed in revealing clothes, shivering from the cold, perhaps trying to make a deal in exchange for permission to hitch a ride.

Walking might be faster than being stuck in traffic...

Naturally, violence followed the chaos. Robberies were commonplace, and scenes of people being beaten to death with baseball bats were frequently seen along the roadsides.

Once those bastards set their sights on you, practically no one will escape unscathed.

They not only wanted a car, but also essential supplies for their escape, such as warm clothing, sealed food, and medicine.

Therefore, the best way to deal with these thugs in this situation is to floor the gas pedal and run them over in one go.

The city in the distance looked like it was on fire, with thick black smoke rising from the city center, and we happened to be downwind here.

A foul, pungent stench wafted on the wind, a mixture of wood, rubber, and the smell of burning corpses. No one knew exactly who had died on the escape route.

What a fucking tragedy.

Through the car window, Raphael heard some sounds coming from the pedestrian walkway outside...

Anyone who has seen a severe case of ELID infection will understand the raw, metallic cough that is heart-wrenching and may even contain blood if you cover your mouth with your hand.

In the distance, from the direction of the airport, there could still be curses, loudspeaker noises, and gunshots from M700 police sniper rifles; chaos was the only characteristic of this "safe zone."

Regarding the cause of the gunshots, Raphael speculated that either the infected ELID had transformed, or that refugees attempting to force their way into the airport's aircraft handling area had prompted the guards responsible for airport security to open fire.

Two helicopters bearing the Self-Defense Forces insignia flew overhead at about treetop level. Judging from their hurried movements, the people inside must have been terrified.

Raphael bit his lip, subtly adjusted the steering wheel to avoid the human remains scattered on the road, and glanced back into the life-saving box.

Lingyin, wearing headphones, used the satellite network to communicate with those still here.

CIA agents operating in various countries maintained contact.

Asuka continued to analyze the photos taken by the Keyhole satellite to understand the situation in the Japanese archipelago and East Asia.

At that moment, the car radio started playing intermittently.

Raphael listened for a while, and the Okinawa local government accepted the suggestion of the Heritage Management Agency. They decided to close the Naha Airport and stop accepting refugees from Honshu Island.

They also shared a statement from the U.S. Navy announcing that the airspace over Kyushu Island had been designated an absolute no-fly zone.

This means that any flight that does not have permission to take off will be considered an enemy.

She glanced at her watch; it was 7:03 a.m. The last flight to receive landing clearance took off, meaning all the survivors stranded on Kyushu Island had been abandoned.

Raphael turned on his phone and found that the mobile network signal had completely disappeared, which meant that the most commonly used means of communication for ordinary people had failed.

Larger riots broke out.

"Raphael, we have work to do."

Lingyin crawled into the cockpit and nudged Raphael on the shoulder.

What is the content?

"We need to return to Fukuoka to await orders, receive CIA assets, and escort them to designated evacuation points."

"assets?"

"Yes."

Lingyin took out her iPad, which displayed her personal information. Her name was highlighted with a prominent black marker line, and many other sections were treated similarly.

They are referred to as "Lily" and "Rose," and have no personal photos, only a coded communication password used to verify their identity when contacting others.

“People can be considered assets,” Raphael said with a smile. “No wonder you treat people this way.”

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 143 Roadblock Bandits

"...It's even stranger that a guy with no name, no photo, and only a code is staying in the business district of Fukuoka City."

After browsing through the information, Lingyin said mockingly, reaching into the refrigerated compartment of the car's kitchen and pulling out a clean apple.

What is the collapse assessment index for Fukuoka City?

"The index is already very high. According to the assessment criteria given by the United Nations World Heritage Management Agency, Fukuoka City is currently classified as a yellow uninhabitable zone—meaning it is not suitable for long-term human activity."

When Lingyin answered like that, Raphael knew that things had become very troublesome; there were indeed so many things he didn't know that they had piled up into a huge mountain.

"Once we figured out a usable route, we turned around and went against the flow of traffic."

The light truck RV, which had been parked safely at the park campsite and had been the subject of much scrutiny, suddenly started up, making many of those who had been watching it anxious.

They had long considered this well-maintained vehicle theirs for the taking, and their reluctance to seize it stemmed from their fear of others with similar intentions.

The fact that it suddenly started moving means this thing is about to leave. If we don't act now, the meat that's practically in our mouths will fly away.

Many of those who stayed here are megalomaniacs; they think they've come far enough, so they find a place to set up camp and stay.

Raphael looked down on these people, considering them short-sighted and ignorant.

They chose to stop here to better receive mission instructions and prepare for the actual actions to come. What do you refugees want to do by staying here?

Will I become an ELID infected person amidst suffering?

Asuka managed to come up with a defense, saying that they had set up camp too early and it wasn't entirely their fault; most of them had simply run out of gas.

"Whose fault is it that the gasoline has run out?" Raphael then retorted sarcastically.

On the night they set off, they first routinely filled the RV's fuel tank with enough high-quality fuel from the gas station, and then installed a bunch of fuel cans filled with fuel in the storage cabinets and on the roof platform.

Then came the fuel shortage.

Every gas station that was still operating on the roadside was packed with all kinds of cars, but most of them had signs that read "This station is no longer supplying fuel".

Raphael sped through these areas, and there were several reasons why she rushed through.

Some cars that have stalled need help starting up again, or some people want a ride—even if the car is traveling in the opposite direction to where they want to go.

Along certain sections of the road, many survivors would follow the flow of traffic. Every now and then, a car would be stopped, and then a large group of people would rush onto it.

A crowd without reason is truly absurd.

Food shortages and the cold weather forced people to become despicable. The campsite, which had been a peaceful natural refuge, gradually became a breeding ground for violence.

Using her night vision, she clearly saw a man inserting a crowbar into a thief's head.

Besides the obvious violence on highways, many more murders actually occur at night, since the human eye's night vision is very limited.

Many people also suffer from night blindness due to their diet.

Therefore, the darkness of night became the best cover, at least for ordinary prisoners.

The sounds of sharp blades and blunt instruments injuring people could never be hidden from Raphael, who always wore a microphone, and his wailing was the accompaniment he used to fall asleep every night.

When the poor creatures realized they couldn't stay there any longer, they packed up their belongings and left, trying to walk to the next "safe zone".

Walking was the only option.

We're out of gas.

The fuel was either used for cooking or to power the car's heating system, and it was all used up.

Campers who know how to use wood are always a tiny minority in the group, so the vast majority of people have to carry useless but inseparable belongings, which makes their already weak bodies even more frail.

They probably won't go very far before they die from exhaustion.

After the car lights flashed, the noise of tires rolling over gravel could be heard on the rugged mountain road.

Even more noticeable is the sound the car engine makes regardless of the pressure applied.

Akihiro Koyama immediately fixed his gaze on the car.

The Isuzu RV from down the mountain is coming up; the good stuff is about to fall into his hands.

At that moment, his companions Junichi Ikegami and Yukiko Shiozaki also noticed the rugged light truck campervan.

The situation is a bit tricky; the trees they prepared to block the road seem to have underestimated the size of the truck's tires and its chassis height. If they can get their hands on this vehicle, the subsequent evacuation plans can be put on the formal agenda.

For Junichi Ikegami, installing a remote-controlled bomb was a piece of cake.

He worked at the quarry, specializing in explosives-related matters. Choosing locations, installing explosives, and ensuring the target collapsed in the direction he wanted were all easy tasks for him.

A few minutes later, he cut down the agreed-upon signal tree.

A figure hidden in the woods in the distance waved, signaling him to get ready.

"boom--"

The bomb accurately delivered the trees blocking the road onto the highway, and the light truck RV climbing the hill immediately braked and slowed down.

Akihiro Koyama grabbed a machete and rushed down the hillside, followed closely by Yukiko Shiozaki, who was gripping a baseball bat tightly in her hand.

Although military tactical dolls are not gods, they are unlikely to gain an advantage when fighting against a large number of enemies with equally good equipment.

But upon discovering that the enemy only had two main combatants armed with melee weapons, Raphael couldn't help but sigh, "These greedy and overconfident fools."

She jumped out of the car, too lazy to even put on her tactical vest, and from...

The same was true for the bird that got off the other side of the driver's cab.

Without hesitation, they each took their targets, aimed, and pulled the triggers immediately.