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Island Nation, Supernatural Hall.

Chiho Kujo held a steaming cup of coffee, staring at the bustling scene on the screen, her eyes slightly narrowed.

The blue light emanating from the screen illuminated her cold and beautiful face.

"Da, da, da."

A sudden burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the room.

A young assistant in a white coat hurried over, slightly out of breath.

"Chief Kujo, regarding the incident a month ago, all the building debris near the scene has been collected and analyzed."

"The relevant reports have been submitted. When would you like to schedule the acceptance?"

The words "Director" brought Chiho Kujo back to her senses.

She glanced at her assistant, took a sip of her aromatic coffee, and then nodded gently: "Now."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and soon returned carrying a stack of paper documents that were at least twenty centimeters thick.

She carefully placed them on the table, and then reported to the leader in a calm and respectful tone:

"According to the investigation, a total of 435 million pieces of architectural debris of various sizes have been discovered so far."

"We found traces of blood from 308 people in total. Many of them were too old to be reconstructed using DNA or other technologies."

Chiho Kujo lowered her eyes slightly, her fingers flipping through the report. Although she had expected this, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Counting is not a difficult task for them, who have supercomputers.

The real challenge was the testing work, but surprisingly they actually managed to do it.

"More than three hundred people?"

Kujo Chiho raised her head, a scrutinizing glint in her eyes, and asked,

"Are you sure these three hundred are all human, and not some other species?"

"You saw the video from that day; the monster bled as it was hit by the bullet."

"Weren't these blood samples tested?"

"Uh, this..." The assistant's eyes began to dart around, and his voice grew softer and softer.

In fact, nothing was detected by the tests; at least, the report did not contain any relevant information.

It's possible that it was submitted directly to a superior, and she really didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Seeing his assistant's expression, Kujo understood. As expected of a yokai, even blood can disappear. This is going to be a good time to investigate.

She exhaled softly, placed the coffee cup on the table, nodded, and continued:

"I understand. Let's continue. Have you identified these three hundred people—no, these fifty?"

Although fifty people have been identified so far, unfortunately, DNA alone cannot identify suspects out of thin air.

This requires the relevant information to be entered into a database beforehand, but the island nation has always used paper documents to store data, which has led to extremely low efficiency in handling this incident.

Even after a month, reviewing a vast amount of information, and utilizing extensive privileges, only ten people have been found...

The road ahead is long and fraught with uncertainty.

Hearing this, Kujo couldn't help but sigh, pressing his temples to try and dispel the irritation in his heart:

"So that's how it is..."

It is only at times like these that she laments why island nations are not ambitious in this regard.

If only we could have used computers to store data like they did in America decades ago.

The investigation is now at a standstill. Whose responsibility is it?

Just then, the phone on my desk rang.

Chiho Kujo picked up the receiver, and the Minister of Defense's slightly serious voice came from the other end of the line:

"There's no need to continue the investigation. The higher-ups are very dissatisfied with your waste of manpower and resources."

Well, I was just wondering who to blame, and now the blame has been pinned on me. These politicians are really something...

Kujo thought to himself, while the person on the other end of the phone continued:

"Investigate the people who went to Fukuoka a few days ago and came into contact with them. We suspect that the monster was originally fighting against our country's superhumans."

He paused, his tone meaningful, then changed the subject, "Have you heard of Kamen Rider?"

"Kamen Rider?" Kujo's fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, the rhythm quickening with his thoughts.

As a tokusatsu drama that is somewhat well-known in the island nation, she had certainly heard of it.

But what does this have to do with the current events?

Later, upon hearing the minister's reply, she realized that there was indeed a connection.

Unlike the plots in tokusatsu dramas, even if superhumans exist in reality, they certainly wouldn't easily expose themselves to the public.

On the one hand, they may worry that they are different from ordinary people and their freedom will be restricted.

On the other hand, there is also the concern about the various social impacts that will result from the exposure.

We must not make mistakes, and we must not teach children bad habits.

This also explains why the battleground is restricted to alleyways.

A battle of that scale, if it had broken out across the city, would have caused devastating losses, yet in the end only a few houses were destroyed…

Aside from the sense of justice in the hearts of extraordinary individuals, she couldn't think of any other reason to explain all of this.

Chiho Kujo's eyes were somewhat dazed.

So that's how it is; it's truly extraordinary.

"So, what should I do?"

She couldn't help but think about what kind of people Kamen Riders usually were, and whether she should focus her attention on that type of person.

The minister's order was firm and decisive:

"There's nothing to do, just wait quietly for the next extraordinary event to occur."

"We have deployed armed helicopters in all the cities."

"Next time, we must seize the opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Chiho Kujo couldn't help but feel sorry for the possible existence of that "Kamen Rider".

With helicopters already deployed, even if the other side can fly, they probably won't be able to escape.

I wonder what he looks like. If he's a handsome young man...

Taking a deep breath and managing to calm her somewhat chaotic emotions, she spoke in a steady voice:

"We guarantee the mission will be completed."

……

Meanwhile, at the airport.

Gu Yuan, who had just gotten off the plane, suddenly sneezed.

"Who's cursing me?"

He raised his hand to rub his itchy nose, his gaze quickly sweeping across the terminal building.

In just one month, there have been many more blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners here.

Barring exceptional circumstances, it's likely that foreign forces intervened in this matter.

"That's good. This way, Amelica's defenses will be much more relaxed, and Phantom Thief 1412 will make his appearance."

Although I know that an individual cannot withstand the power of a nation, there is no problem in showing off a little.

Otherwise, if we keep focusing on island nations, it will be difficult to divert trouble eastward.

With his backpack on and these thoughts in mind, Gu Yuan quickly left the airport.

Because he hasn't obtained the visa yet due to the required procedures, he will have to stay in the island nation for a while longer.

He was unaware of the island nation's specific plans regarding supernatural events, but even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.

So what if there's a trap ahead?

Things are different now.