The terrifying heavens inside the box

About half an hour later, SAT arrived at the scene.

These guys are better equipped and more arrogant.

If it weren't for the fact that a minister was in charge of on-site command, it's hard to say whether they could have appeased the other party.

"Are you saying that the firearms countermeasures unit went in and hasn't come out yet, and they've likely all been captured?"

The SAT captain frowned.

Although I don't think much of the firearms countermeasures unit's combat capabilities, the fact that they were able to take down so many people at once means that their firepower must be considerable.

"So, what's the situation with our enemy now?"

As soon as he asked the question, he noticed that everyone present had shifty eyes and awkward expressions.

The SAT captain's expression grew increasingly strange.

"You wouldn't... possibly not have done any research on the enemies inside?"

He finally understood how the group of people from the firearms countermeasures unit had been wiped out.

"Okay, I understand."

Ignoring everyone else, the SAT team leader looked at the nominal on-site commander, nodded to the agency director, and then began giving orders on his own:

"Split into three teams!"

"One team, go to the rear and stand by to prevent anyone from escaping!"

"Second team, prepare to break through from the main gate, focusing on reconnaissance and ensuring your own safety."

"Team Three is stationed outside the gate, ready to provide support to Team Two at any time."

Although the hundred people are divided into three teams, their combat strength will not decrease in any way.

These are the SATs under his command, the elite of the elite.

The three teams quickly took action, but this time the on-site commander couldn't sit still.

"Suzuki, you come in too. You're the only one among us who knows something about this place and can help with the SAT."

Upon hearing the minister's words, Suzuki's face nearly crumbled, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

This is clearly an attempt to send me to my death!

But he went along anyway. At least there were still so many fully armed SAT members with heavy firepower.

I should be able to... survive, right?

After crossing the yellow cordon, they had just reached the door when, before the leading SAT member could even kick the door open, they launched a forced assault.

With a creak.

The door opened.

Those present quickly exchanged glances through their goggles, nodded, and spontaneously divided into small groups.

According to the tactics, they entered the building in an orderly manner and took turns providing cover.

Some of them went up to the second floor to search.

The rest of us continue forward.

Suzuki, dressed in a trench coat, followed at the back of the advancing group, gripping his pistol tightly, his eyes scanning the interior of the building.

Upon entering, the first thing you see is a few tables and chairs, a counter, and a pile of wine jars in the corner.

It looks like a place to eat, nothing unusual.

Nevertheless, the group carefully made their way through the floor and into the courtyard, which was filled with red lanterns and tables and chairs covered with red cloth.

Everyone was stunned by the sight.

"Hands up!"

Suddenly, a loud shout caused the other SAT members to point their guns at the stage.

Suzuki's eyes widened, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his palms gripping the gun handle were covered in sweat.

coming!

It's finally here!

"In the past, there were beautiful clothes..."

"Fire!"

The SAT members showed no mercy; upon hearing the singing on stage, they immediately opened fire.

Gunshots instantly filled the entire stage, interrupting the figure's singing.

The gunfire stopped just a dozen seconds later.

Suzuki glanced at it subconsciously, his pupils contracting.

Behind each SAT member, an identical figure appeared.

Their bodies were completely covered by pink long sleeves, making it impossible to pull the trigger.

"Cough cough! Help!"

Seeing the person closest to him instinctively reach out to him, Suzuki gritted his teeth...

He turned and ran!

As soon as he returned to the interior of what looked like a restaurant, he bumped into SAT members coming down from upstairs.

"What are you doing here? Where is everyone else?"

Suzuki glanced back every now and then: "Forget about them, let's run! It'll be too late if we don't run now!"

After saying that, he prepared to run away.

"Stop!"

Hearing the loud shout behind him, and a "click," Suzuki instinctively stopped, dropped his gun, raised his hands, and turned around.

Sure enough, the automatic submachine gun in the SAT member's hand had been disarmed.

"What are you saying!"

Suzuki gritted his teeth: "I said! They're all dead!"

"What?!" The SAT members all looked shocked, their expressions hidden behind their black masks.

They had just heard gunfire and hurriedly ended their search on the second floor, preparing to come down to provide support. When the gunfire stopped, they assumed that their own people had taken care of the situation.

But now this guy is saying that everyone else has been killed?

Just as the SAT staff were about to press for more information, they noticed that Suzuki's expression had changed, and his eyes were fixed on what was behind them.

"Wow!"

"A heart full of hatred soars to the heavens!"

"His eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was filled with rage!"

The sudden, explosive singing startled Suzuki.

The next moment, something rolled to the middle of the floor.

When they looked down and saw clearly, a chilling coldness immediately swept over them, making everyone present feel a chill run down their spines.

"Oh no, it's Ono! Shoot! Shoot!"

Seeing their colleague's headless corpse fall, the SAT members all broke down and turned around to unleash their full power on a disheveled, red-faced figure dressed in black with blue stripes.

However, those bullets were like hitting cotton.

They all burrowed into the other's body without causing any harm.

Even more so, the red-faced figure in black raised the long-handled broadsword again and sang loudly:

"In his lifetime, he wielded his spear to slay thieves and bandits, and with his three-foot-long sword, he vanquished evil demons!"

"Let your wickedness hide in the wilderness, I'll make sure your corpses lie strewn across the fields and your souls vanish!"

With each line sung, he moved closer to one person.

One strike, one dead.

The remaining SAT members fought until they ran out of bullets, by which time the surrounding wooden tables and chairs, as well as the brick walls, had been riddled with bullets.

The red-faced, black-clad figure looked up and roared angrily:

"Today I return to the underworld with resentment, my blade burning with unquenchable fury!"

"But when the winds and thunder rise again, we'll wipe out these vicious and stubborn bandits with a single shovel!"

"Wow!"

Suzuki tried to take the opportunity to escape outside.

But the door closed automatically.

He slammed his arm in, but couldn't break free; the impact made his arm ache terribly.

But when it comes to comparing it to fate...

This pain is nothing at all!

Seeing the red-faced, black-clad figure wielding a sword and killing, Suzuki noticed an empty space.

With a determined effort, I ran to the stairs and rushed up to the second floor.

Looking at the U-shaped corridor structure on the second floor, his face grew increasingly desperate.

There's no escaping it!

Suzuki looked at the courtyard, where there were rows and rows of red cloth tables.

The place was now full of people, including the firearms countermeasures unit and the SAT guys who had stormed in earlier.

Noticing his gaze, the men looked up, grinning as they looked at him.

"what!"

Startled, Suzuki stumbled backward and crashed into the room behind him.

Those guys, they're all dead!

Those pairs of dark, hollow eyes sent chills down his spine.

Just as Suzuki was about to stand up, his hand touched something cold. He turned his head and was terrified.

Corpse!

The entire room was filled with corpses!

All those who went missing are here!

Suzuki broke down.

Just as I was about to get up and rush out of the room, I suddenly heard a "crunching" scratching sound.

He followed the sound and instinctively reached for the holster on his waist.

I've missed.

Suzuki then remembered that he had just thrown the gun downstairs.

Forget it! What good would it do to have a gun?

Die or die!

With a sorrowful expression, he walked to the cabinet from which the scratching sound was coming, his hands trembling, and pulled open the cabinet door.

"Huh? A living person! Child, what are you doing here?"

Suzuki instinctively picked up the little boy and suddenly heard a loud thud from the stairs.

His heart tightened; he guessed that everyone downstairs had been wiped out.

The stairs creaked again.

"What should we do?"

Just as Suzuki was at a loss, the little boy he was holding pointed to the window.

window?

"Yeah! We can also escape by jumping out of the window!"

The creaking sound grew closer and closer. Suzuki, disregarding everything else, gritted his teeth.

"Child, hold on tight to me!"

He suddenly accelerated, slamming his elbow into the window that was boarded up.

"Snap!"

Miraculously, he crashed through the wooden planks and fell off the building.

Landing heavily!

……

Outside the box, Wang Hao gasped in shock:

"Hiss... This guy? He's really courting death, oh! No, he's courting death."

"But you know, he's really asking for trouble by bringing out that brat Toshio Saeki. What was he thinking?"

"I never expected that Saeki Takeo would become a Peking Opera singer, and a martial arts performer at that."

"That suits him well; Wu Hualian is a brave and fierce character."

He naturally knew nothing about opera, but a quick scan with his phone produced the results.

Wang Hao couldn't help but marvel at the box's amazing features.

I only changed the house and Kayako, but everything else changed as well.

"So, what exactly is Saeki Toshio's role now?"