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One of them had dissected corpses and seen all kinds of horrific crime scenes, and the other had done the same, even killing people with his own hands. He knew exactly what human tissue looked like.

The situation in the video is completely different from ordinary special effects; it's just too realistic.

The other sheriffs also found the video too chilling to think about, and were stunned for a long time.

Tanaka Tsukasa looked at Mukai Yosuke: "Section Chief Mukai, where did you get the video?"

"The video is from the dark web and the uploader is labeled as 'Death God.' I know all the people in the video. They mysteriously disappeared a few days ago, and the next time I saw them was in this video."

These words plunged the conference room into an eerie silence once again.

What are you talking about?

Masahide Nagata looked around and felt that their performance was too exaggerated.

"It's just a bloody video, is it really that big of a deal? Couldn't it just be some kind of internet hoax, generated using AI?"

He thought these people were just making fun of him, and that they were making a mountain out of a molehill.

“Chief Nagata.” William Jones turned around, his tone utterly impolite. “If you know nothing about autopsies and crime scene investigations, please shut up and listen to the judgment of the professionals.”

Masahide Nagata wanted to retort, but under the gaze of William's gray-blue eyes, he swallowed his words.

He could put on airs with Tanaka Tsukasa and give Mukai Yosuke a hard time, but he didn't dare to do that to this intelligence officer who was wearing a US Army colonel's uniform and had a very powerful background.

He picked up his coffee cup, took a sip as a cover-up, and then remained silent.

William despised such self-important idiots.

He looked at Yosuke Mukai again: "Have you verified the authenticity of this video?"

Yosuke Mukai nodded and said, "It has already been done by a professional agency, and the conclusion is that no special effects or post-production techniques were used. That's why I sent it here so that everyone can make their own judgment."

William Jones's heart sank.

Without special effects, CG, or any trace of post-production processing, the only way to create such a video is to actually send people into a primeval jungle.

But how exactly did they manage to bring forth creatures that never existed?

Everything is unbelievable. Surely they couldn't have just dumped someone on some alien planet?

He stared at the frozen image on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Tanaka Tsukasa's throat was also a little dry. He picked up the teacup on the table, found that it was empty, and silently put it down.

The more you investigate, the more mysteries surround Death. Every answer seems to lead to an even deeper puzzle, with no end in sight.

That absurd thought that always popped into my head resurfaced.

Is Death... really human?

William quickly calmed down and immediately ordered, "Make a copy of this video for me. I'll send it back to the professional institutions in America to study it and get an answer as soon as possible."

Yosuke Mukai nodded: "No problem."

After a moment's hesitation, Tanaka Tsukasa slowly asked, "Colonel William, shall we continue with tomorrow's operation?"

William Jones pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Continue. Nothing is set in stone. This could very well be a smokescreen by Death."

At this moment, William Jones chose to believe what he believed.

After all, this sudden clue was so unbelievable that it was hard to believe that an ordinary organization or country could do it.

He was very unwilling to give up all his previous efforts.

The sudden news cast a shadow over the hearts of everyone who had been full of confidence in their plans for tomorrow.

But Nagata Masahide sneered inwardly.

They're all cowards, easily fooled by a tiny video.

In his view, this was just Death playing tricks, trying to muddy the waters and hoping they would retreat.

In this way, he can continue to cause trouble at his own pace with even greater impunity.

But this was nothing more than a death throes.

Thinking he had seen through everything, Nagata Masahide was full of confidence for tomorrow's arrest operation.

He was going to use his actions tomorrow to prove to these people and the public that he, Nagata Masahiro, was not a so-called tax thief, but a true detective genius.

The following day, the weather was slightly gloomy, and the Grim Reaper capture plan proceeded as scheduled.

The escort vehicle was parked at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department's underground parking garage. A middle-aged man was escorted out from the depths of the passage by two fully armed detectives.

His name is Kenichi Sato, former chief criminal judge of the Tokyo District Court.

During his tenure, he never accepted bribes, nor did he ever protect criminals. The only mistake he made was failing to follow orders from above and give a lenient sentence to a criminal with a powerful background.

So he was removed from his post and put in a detention center, and then, in a confused state, he was accused of being an accomplice of death.

At that moment, he felt that his life was shrouded in darkness.

"Island nations are truly beyond saving! Those insects, death will soon judge you!!"

He shouted out, trying to vent his disappointment with the current political situation.

Flashes went off continuously as reporters around snapped photos, capturing the moment.

Before he could say anything more, he was put into an escort vehicle by the criminal police.

The escort vehicle was a modified heavy prison van, with its body covered by thick armored steel plates, its windows sealed with iron bars, its tires being solid bulletproof tires, and its chassis also equipped with blast-proof armor.

The escort convoy was surrounded by a large number of police cars, with more than ten police cars in front and behind, and five military armored vehicles on the left and right.

Each vehicle is equipped with lightning protection devices, forming a Faraday cage to ensure that lightning is isolated before being conducted underground.

As for the armored vehicles that were escorting the shipment, they were filled with soldiers, all wearing specially designed lightning-proof helmets. The metal mesh on the outside of the helmets could conduct lightning away from the body.

The combat suit he wore was also specially treated, forming a miniature Faraday cage specifically designed to counter lightning.

This equipment was urgently transferred from a local laboratory by William Jones. It was designed specifically to counter Death. As for the cost, it was extremely expensive, costing a full two million dollars per set. The research institute that manufactured this equipment must have been rolling in money.

This time, William Jones learned his lesson.

Most of the soldiers he transferred were not regular troops, but contract soldiers.

The reason why the official casualty figures of the US military in the Middle East are so low is because a large number of contract soldiers recruited locally were used. If they died, it was not counted as a US casualty, and the compensation was pitiful or almost non-existent.

Most of the people who came today are like that; they come from the Philippines, Mexico, and Eastern Europe. Some are here for green cards, some for allowances, and some are just desperate people seeking thrills.

Nevertheless, their equipment was by no means lacking.

The helmet integrates a thermal imager, and the machine gun turret is equipped with an auxiliary aiming system, so that wherever the eyes look, the bullets will go.

William Jones directed operations remotely from an inconspicuous car far from the convoy.

In addition, two special armored vehicles were hidden in the convoy.

It looks no different from an ordinary armored vehicle, but it is equipped with America's most advanced sonic weapon inside. This weapon can cause irreversible damage to the internal organs of the human body by directional emission of high-intensity sound waves.

Enough to cause internal bleeding, ruptured blood vessels, concussion...

Almost no aiming is needed; as long as the ultrasonic waves are within range, they can penetrate cover and kill anyone hiding behind them.

Even if Death reacts quickly, there is nowhere to escape from such an area-of-effect attack.

He didn't believe that so-called super soldiers could transcend the realm of ordinary people, inside and out.

In addition to sonic weapons, the armored vehicle is also equipped with neurotoxin fog as a last resort.

This toxic fog is ubiquitous and specifically targets the human nervous system. Inhalation of it quickly paralyzes the central nervous system, causing muscle stiffness and respiratory failure. Only those who have been injected with an antidote beforehand can escape its effects.

Death is unlikely to appear in busy urban areas, but this widespread neurotoxin can definitely cause powerful damage.

Even if sonic weapons are not very effective, both can be used simultaneously.

The neurotoxins were responsible for slowing his movements and weakening his reactions; the rest was just a continuous barrage of firepower.

William Jones didn't believe it. Could a so-called super soldier really withstand repeated bombardments of artillery shells and bullets? Even if he wasn't human, there should still be a limit.

Chapter 146 Fratricide and Utter Defeat

The convoy was ready and set off for the Fuzhong Prison.

The long convoy attracted the attention of many residents, and the Metropolitan Police Department dispersed all the reporters' vehicles that wanted to follow it.

William Jones's car lagged far behind. To ensure the success of today's operation, he had also brought in a military drone from the base, which could cover a one-kilometer radius around the convoy.

The high-definition camera on the device can capture any moving object that matches the characteristics of the Grim Reaper, and the system will react quickly once an anomaly is detected.

Inside the police armored vehicle located at the right rear of the convoy, Masahide Nagata sat in the passenger seat. This was his first time personally participating in a death-hunting operation, and he was somewhat excited.

He scoffed at the attitude of Tanaka and his men in refusing to participate in today's operation.

Ultimately, he was terrified by Death's tricks. With so many American soldiers assisting him today, plus all sorts of powerful high-tech weapons, he refused to believe he couldn't take down Death.

Well, my actions of being on the front lines and doing things personally this time are another shining example worth promoting.

He took out his phone and scrolled through the news about himself from the past few days.

Thanks to the efforts of numerous online trolls and promoters, his public image has improved considerably in the past few days, and he has already amassed a considerable number of fans thanks to his fairly handsome face.

Once he makes a name for himself in politics, these people will be his most loyal supporters.

Masahide Nagata smiled, put his phone back in his pocket, and looked forward to that moment even more.

His only worry was that Death would be too intimidated by such a large-scale operation to show itself.

The convoy slowly left the bustling city center, and the surrounding buildings became increasingly sparse as time went by.

William Jones kept his eyes glued to the footage from the drone, feeling slightly nervous.

But deep underground, unseen by the public, the Grim Reaper they were searching for had been following them all along.

Han Chuanyou moved through the underground, with an armored vehicle driving overhead.

These people have really made a big fuss about arresting me today.

He felt that he should reciprocate their warm welcome with the same level of respect.

The convoy had now reached the outskirts of the city, where the population was becoming increasingly sparse.

This area is more of an industrial zone, with a train track right next to it. Weeds grow rampant along the roadside, and you can see tall chimneys in the distance emitting white smoke into the sky.

William Jones frowned deeply.

Why hasn't Death appeared yet? This leg of the journey is over, and we'll be at the prison in a little while.

Just then.

"Boom!!"

For some unknown reason, an armored vehicle on the right side of the convoy seemed to have run over an anti-tank mine. It was engulfed in a burst of intense fire, and then the entire vehicle was overturned by a violent explosion and fell to the side of the road. The fate of the people inside was unknown.

The sudden explosion threw the entire convoy into chaos. Several vehicles following behind braked scramblingly, and two rear-ended the car in front, plunging the convoy into disarray.

Han Chuan You withdrew his hand.

The show is about to begin.

His figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust of the armored vehicle explosion.

Only then did a red alert appear on the drone's monitoring screen.

Damn it!

William Jones cursed.

How on earth did Death appear?!

Worse still, Death is now standing right in the middle of the convoy. The ultrasonic weapons dare not fire, as the coverage area is too large and would kill friendly forces as well.

William gritted his teeth and grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"Release the neurotoxin immediately! All squads, hold your positions and wait for the toxin to take effect before proceeding!"

"Yes."

Masahide Nagata stared at the mysterious figure that was so close, only a dozen meters away, still reeling from the explosion.

His face was somewhat pale.

What exactly happened? An armored vehicle just suddenly exploded, giving them no time to react.

He was glad it wasn't the car he was in. Looking at the imposing figure, he couldn't help but feel the urge to retreat.

With a hiss, the launcher under the vehicle sprayed out two smoke-grenade-like containers, and the pale red poisonous mist quickly spread and drifted with the wind towards the center of the convoy.