Romantic Young Master [Complete] - 29

Chapter 49◆Making a Scene in Tokyo

This guy must be an overseas wanderer. His passport name is Hou Longtao, and the beautiful woman's name is Zhang Yuqian. Hmm! Quite pretty, but she seems to have just had sex, yet her expression suggests it hasn't happened. How strange…

Never mind! I shouldn't meddle in other people's business. I should first plan how to save Nianli.

I looked at a map of Japan carefully this morning and know that the new Tokyo International Airport (renamed Narita after 2002) is actually in Narita City, Chiba Prefecture. If no one picks me up, I can go directly to Tokino, which is very close. But Iwatake's aunt will definitely come to pick me up, and I've probably already made arrangements with the best brain hospital in Tokyo.

What to do? Kill her on the way and then escape?

But that seems too easy to expose…

Sigh! Never mind! I'll just have to improvise. There's always a way.

For now, I should rest and recuperate to get back to my original state.

"Be careful! Good luck on your return." Colonel Chen whispered as he pushed the wheelchair, then led me to the entrance of the special passage, where airport staff took over.

I remained expressionless and silent, as the Japan Airlines flight attendants pushed me to first class. With the help of two beautiful flight attendants, I was transferred from the wheelchair to my seat.

They fastened my seatbelt and covered me with a blanket.

Sigh! It's a pity about the restrictions on impersonation; otherwise, I really wanted to have some fun with these beautiful flight attendants.

The plane finally took off.

Little Japanese, here I come! Watch how I slaughter you.

The flight attendants probably knew about "my" situation, so they served me with extra care and quiet, trying not to bother me, and bringing me the best food. They even gossiped privately about how handsome "I" was, only regretting my "unfortunate fate." After eating

a little, I closed my eyes to rest.

I tried to absorb and replenish my inner energy while learning how to pilot the Boeing 767.

I took the opportunity to observe the 259 passengers on the plane and found that two-thirds were Japanese, mostly tourists and employees of Japanese companies sent to China. Only a quarter were Chinese, mostly young people, probably students studying in Japan or working there. There were quite a few women; I hoped they weren't Chinese brides married to Japanese men or using fake marriages to work in Japan. I will definitely create more job opportunities for them in the future, so they don't have to leave their homes to struggle.

Because I was focused on my cultivation, the nearly three-hour flight felt like it was over in no time.

As soon as the plane landed, my senses expanded, and I immediately spotted Iwatake's aunt (whom I had seen in photos) looking towards the plane through the glass in the waiting area.

It was already 8:11 PM.

Wait a minute. In a strange, large room somewhere in the main airport building, there was an ugly woman in her forties, wearing an oxygen mask and submerged in a huge glass container filled with a strange liquid. Numerous metal wires connected her head, the liquid, and various external instruments. Four people—three men and one woman—were operating and observing these strange instruments, all dressed in white dustproof and anti-static work clothes, their heads completely covered except for their faces. Suddenly

, the ugly woman, who had been motionless and lifeless inside the glass container, convulsed. Her brainwaves became extremely active, and the instruments began to function abnormally.

As I observed this strangely, I noticed a piece of paper being printed out of a high-definition color printer. As soon as a glimpse of an image appeared, I knew what was happening. Just like the father and daughter with supernatural abilities I had seen in Shanghai, she was also a special energy wave sensor; she had detected me.

But this time, I wasn't so lenient. I immediately unleashed my inner energy, and before the image was fully printed, her head separated from her body, followed by the three men and one woman.

But then I realized I'd acted rashly. I'd acted too quickly. This wouldn't keep a secret for long. If the Japanese realized a special person had entered the country, they'd be extra cautious, making the rescue even more difficult.

How to salvage the situation?

...

Oh well! What's done is done. I can only try to cover it up.

But how? Hmm...

I've got it! Destroy the body and cover it up, so they can't find the person. It'll take them at least 24 hours to investigate and reach a conclusion. In that time, I'll create some other trouble for them, distracting them and disrupting their thinking and analysis. I only need 24 hours to rescue Nianli.

So I ground the four people to ashes, dissolved and evaporated them, and poured all the remaining ashes that couldn't be disposed of into a liquid, leaving not a trace of blood. Then, all the internal wiring connecting the room to the outside world was severed into more than a dozen pieces, but it was impossible to tell from the surface. Finally, I destroyed all the core memory of those instruments and poured the liquid containing the ashes into the circuit boards. I believed that repairing them was probably impossible. As for the paper with my image printed on it, it had long since vanished into thin air.

As soon as I finished doing all this, the plane was still taxiing on the runway.

My senses extended to a more distant area.

But I didn't find anything else that worried me, only the lewd and decadent lifestyle of the Japanese, which I couldn't compare to at all. For example, in one room, a group of Japanese men and women, besides engaging in group sex and SM, were also eating each other's excrement and recording it. There was also a pornographic film crew. The Japanese actresses were dressed as female dogs (naked, bound in various ways with thin ropes, wearing dog collars and chains, with their tails inserted into their anuses, crawling on all fours), and most shockingly, they were having cannibalistic sex with real, large Western dogs! They were completely absorbed in it, without any protection, letting the dog's semen directly enter their bodies or mouths. I already knew from pornographic videos that the Japanese were extremely perverted and depraved, and this further solidified my impression of them.

As for those who committed rape and murder, there were quite a few.

Such a despicable race shouldn't exist in this world!

So I took action again, cruelly torturing and dismembering 134 Japanese devils, letting them struggle in extreme pain for a while before going to hell. However, I want to clarify that I did not kill the Japanese devils who preyed on women, but rather 37 Japanese veterans who participated in World War II (because some of them, while drinking at a gathering, reminisced about their past glories of killing; some lectured their younger generations at home about how brave they were during the years of invasion of China; some looked through old, yellowed photographs, most of which depicted innocent Chinese civilians being beheaded, buried alive, and dismembered, as well as pregnant women being disemboweled and their fetuses being played with by bayonets); 6 of them were descendants of the veterans (men and women, young and old, who listened with great interest as if to legendary tales, showing no sign of cruelty); and 49 "young and promising" individuals from various walks of life. The "elites" were having a classmate reunion at the pub (because they were talking about China, analyzing its weaknesses and strengths in great detail, and discussing how to maximize their potential in their respective positions, how to make Japan stronger, and how to make the most money from the Chinese, to the point of making vows and even agreeing to compare their achievements in a few years), along with four waitresses (because they were witnesses to the tragedy), seven owners of bars, nightclubs, and other sex establishments (because they were either bullying or planning to bully the Chinese women working for them), and finally 32 people who were their henchmen, thugs, or witnesses.

While I was disposing of the body and cleaning up, I, in my wheelchair, was taken out of the airport and into a taxi.

If it weren't for the sheer number of people coming and going at the airport, I would have already found an opportunity to kill the old Japanese woman (my aunt's mother-in-law) who came with my "aunt" to cover my tracks and then escape. So I was waiting for an opportunity.

My "aunt" was weeping uncontrollably, holding two urns of ashes, while the old woman comforted her. The taxi driver felt extremely unlucky, but there was nothing he could do.

However, we soon boarded the high-speed train to Tokyo, by which time I was able to stand and walk.

I remained silent.

"Auntie" was still wiping away tears.

The people in the carriage kept their distance, as if to avoid being tainted by bad luck.

The high-speed train crossed the Tone River, passing through Kashiwa and Matsudo, and entered Tokyo.

It was 11:03 PM when we exited Oji Station.

I was becoming increasingly anxious because I still hadn't found a way to leave.

This was Oji Honmachi, and the Fuji Hospital I needed to go to was only 1 kilometer ahead.

I couldn't just go to the hospital like this, because there were no injuries to my head or brain; a hospital checkup would expose my

condition. Just as we were about to get into a taxi, my senses detected two things that piqued my interest: First, in a heavily guarded house (likely run by yakuza thugs) in Senkawa-cho, 5 kilometers away, seven people were having a secret conversation. More accurately, a long-haired, bearded man in an apricot-yellow robe was giving orders: to release sarin at 16 subway stations, including Kasumigaseki and Tsukiji, during tomorrow's rush hour.

Good heavens! Sarin is poison gas. Decades ago, during the Japanese invasion of China, they used poison gas, bacteria, and viruses, among other biological weapons, including sarin, against the Chinese military and civilians. Now they're even using it on their own people. Those Japanese devils are truly despicable. But it's exhilarating! Fine! I'll just add fuel to the fire and kick them while they're down.

They call the long-haired guy "Master," could he be Shoko Asahara? Yes! I saw his picture in the materials I reviewed this morning. He founded Aum Shinrikyo and gained recognition from the Japanese government in 1990, obtaining legal religious status. Asahara is a madman with extremely strong political ambitions. He desperately wanted to be a leader, a prime minister. Unable to achieve this immediately, he established an organizational system within his cult that simulated the Japanese government, creating the "Kingdom of Aum." The kingdom had 21 departments, and he called himself the "Holy Emperor." But he wasn't satisfied. In the spring of 1990, he led 24 followers to run for the Japanese House of Representatives under the name "Truth Party," spending over 200 million yen, but ultimately failing. Today, the Aum Shinrikyo cult has grown to tens of thousands, establishing 29 branches in Japan and four more in New York, Moscow, and other locations. Its members are primarily young students, many of whom are highly educated individuals such as engineers, excellent doctors, technology experts, chemists, physicists, and computer whizzes. They have infiltrated various sectors, including prestigious universities, high-tech companies, the Self-Defense Forces, and the government. They are also purchasing large quantities of weapons, organizing armed groups, and developing sarin gas. I never imagined they would use it now. Excellent! I like it.

The second thing is: in Midori-cho, Senju, four suspicious-looking guys are following a Chinese woman named Wang Xuan. Wang Xuan is no longer young, probably in her thirties or forties. It seems those four aren't planning to rape her. They all share a common feature: a small black dragon tattooed on their arms, identical in design. It seems they are either members of the Black Dragon Society or the underworld. Good! You're out of luck. I was just looking for the Black Dragon Society; I'll cripple you first.

Wang Xuan carried two bags, mostly filled with litigation documents concerning compensation claims by Chinese victims of Japanese bacteriological warfare during the invasion of China. Much of the content consisted of evidence of the Japanese use of bacteriological warfare and detailed information about the Chinese victims. It was her! This reminded me of her lawsuit last year on behalf of Chinese comfort women seeking compensation from the Japanese government. Although she ultimately lost the case (I won't go into the reasons), it left a deep impression on me. At the time, I was nine years old and exclaimed, "China is so big, how come only one woman is working so hard! Where are all the men? Where is the country?" I admired her greatly then, because for a woman to seek compensation in Japan was like pulling teeth from a wolf's mouth—wolves will eat people!

I understood then. Although Wang Xuan couldn't directly confront the Japanese government, her free legal representation of Chinese victims over the past two years had repeatedly embarrassed the Japanese government (the Japanese government is unwilling to acknowledge its past crimes and refuses to compensate Chinese victims). More and more people (not just Chinese) were paying attention to Japan's past and present because of her. Therefore, the Japanese didn't want to see her again, and since the Japanese government couldn't easily take action, they probably handed it over to the Black Dragon Society.

I immediately called out to her, "Hello! Ms. Wang, please don't panic..."

Wang Xuan was still startled and stopped, about to look around for the source of the voice. I stopped her, saying, "Don't look around. There are four guys following you. I want you to head towards Ojimoto-cho. I'll take care of them for you. Now, please call a taxi!" I said the last sentence in a commanding tone.

It wouldn't have been so complicated; I could have dealt with them directly. However, one of the four looked very similar to "me" in his current form, so I planned to use him as a scapegoat. Besides, I also needed to interrogate them about the location of the Black Dragon Society's headquarters.

Now, I needed to quickly deal with these two women. We got into a taxi and headed towards Fuji Hospital.

I immediately knocked out the driver and the two women. But the car continued driving.

It quickly passed Fuji Hospital without stopping.

Meanwhile, Wang Xuan, probably because she heard Chinese, chose to believe me and got into a taxi. The four followers immediately called their accomplices, who then followed closely.

Finally, we met at the intersection of Tabata Shinmachi, Meiji Street, and Okuhashi Street. To be precise, it was a collision, because the east-west traffic light was red for both of us, and our cars should have stopped. However, due to my actions, we not only sped towards pedestrians crossing the street but also crashed into cars traveling north-south, causing a series of rear-end collisions and bursting into flames. In particular, our cars, due to the violent impact and being hit, were in the center of the accident, resulting in total destruction and death, with both of us engulfed in flames.

But the dead were Japanese people present, which I won't go into detail about. Wang Xuan was protected by a shield formed by her true energy at the moment of impact. When the fire broke out, she was moved to a safe area by me amidst the thick smoke, and no one noticed her. This was because I had destroyed the surveillance cameras at the intersection at the same time as the car crash, and when the car exploded and burned, the shrapnel flew wildly. Although there were many pedestrians on the street, everyone who didn't close their eyes immediately at that moment might lose their sight in the next second. Even so, many people were still injured by the shrapnel. The Black Dragon Society's car also crashed in under my direction. I won't talk about the dead people; I only care about two things. The person who looked exactly like "me" passed through three cars and four layers of glass "due to inertia" and entered the car I was in. His head injury was inevitable, of course. The key thing was that my belongings, including the bandages and gauze on my head, were transferred to him, and his belongings naturally went to me. This is probably what you call "communication"! However, I didn't take the black dragon tattoo on his arm; I just scraped off his skin and threw him into the fire. I believe that after being roasted for a while, he would look exactly like Chuntian Yanwu. Also, I didn't kill the one among the four Black Dragon Gang members who seemed to be the leader. He was protected by my true energy and, like Wang Xuan, was thrown out of the car accident and fire. However, he was already unconscious. When he "got up," he darted into the terrified crowd like a puppet

. To make it easier for me to leave, I manipulated more cars to join the car accident. When another violent explosion, which I had imagined, occurred, I was also "blasted" to safety.

Only then did I stop directing and manipulating. This successful escape provided me with valuable experience in dealing with similar situations. If I had used it earlier, I would probably be in a base where telekinesis is confined by now. However, if that had happened, I might have missed witnessing the Tokyo subway sarin attack that shocked the world (the Tokyo subway sarin attack actually occurred at 7:50 AM on March 20, 1995, but I moved it to August 28, 1996 for the sake of the story).

I parted the crowd and chased after the "puppet on a string." At the same time, I telepathically spoke to Wang Xuan, who was still recovering from her shock: "I'm sorry! I frightened you. It's alright now. The person who was following you perished in the car accident and fire. You should leave quickly! Please don't tell anyone about this." I figured even if she did, no one would believe me. Finally, I wished her well: "Goodbye! Good luck and peace!"

In the park near Sugamo Station, I used my self-created bone-crushing technique to interrogate this Black Dragon Society member.

The result was that although this guy was initially stubborn, he confessed everything after a short time under my methods. It turned out he really was a member of the Black Dragon Society. This time, he was tasked with killing Wang Xuan, and since he thought it wouldn't be difficult, he only brought three people with him. As for the Black Dragon Society's headquarters, he didn't know; he only knew that his branch was located in a small shrine in Yarai Town.

Those who have lost their value naturally disappear from this world.

[On Kawagoe Street in Nakamaru Town, I was eating a large bowl of noodles at a roadside noodle stall, looking at a 26-story building in front of me. The 19th and 20th floors were my Hua family's branch in Japan, managed by my aunt Matsuda Seiji. She wasn't there now, of course.

Should I call her? Remind her not to take the subway to work tomorrow. No, I shouldn't call. What if… I believe (hopefully) she's a wealthy person and wouldn't take the subway like ordinary people. While the Japanese subway is very convenient, sexual harassment is very common, and someone with Seiji's looks and figure would naturally be even less likely to take the subway.] (However, Japanese women are indeed generally quite eccentric, and they are probably used to being sexually harassed and assaulted, so there are still many women riding the subway.) (Section 3, deleted by the author!)

After

dealing with him, I was about to go to Yakurocho to completely wipe out the Black Dragon Society's branch, but then I remembered that the Imperial Palace was just ahead in Chiyoda Ward, and I could also visit the Yasukuni Shrine while I was there.

This time, I didn't take a taxi, but instead got a motorcycle (I'd been wanting to ride one for a while) and headed straight for Yasukuni Street.

The Yasukuni Shrine was originally called "Tokyo Shokonsha," and its initial purpose was to "summon the souls" of the more than 3,000 officers and soldiers who died in the Meiji Restoration civil war (Boshin War) while assisting the Emperor. It was established by the Meiji government in June 1869. In June 1879, it was officially renamed "Yasukuni Shrine." "Yasukuni" means "protector of the country." Therefore, Yasukuni Shrine differs from ordinary shrines; it is a shrine specifically dedicated to soldiers who died on the battlefield, holding a unique position among the more than 80,000 shrines of all sizes in Japan. On October 17, 1978, during its regular autumn festival, Yasukuni Shrine officially enshrined the spirits of 14 Class A war criminals. These 14 Class A war criminals included former Prime Minister Hideki Tojo, former Generals Seishiro Itagaki, Kenji Doihara, Iwane Matsui, Heitaro Kimura, Lieutenant General Akira Muto, and former Prime Minister Koki Hirota. More than 1,000 other Class B and Class C war criminals who were executed are also enshrined there. To date, Yasukuni Shrine enshrines more than 2.46 million spirits, of which 2.1 million are those who died in World War II invasions of other countries. Since Shigeru Yoshida in 1951, almost every Japanese prime minister has visited Yasukuni Shrine. However, before the mid-1970s, they all tried their best to avoid August 15th, the anniversary of Japan's defeat in World War II, and visited in a private capacity. In 1975, Takeo Miki was the first to visit on August 15th in a private capacity. Afterwards, visits by prime ministers and cabinet members gradually increased, but they remained ambiguous about whether they visited in an "official capacity" or a "private capacity." This sparked protests from the governments of China and South Korea (but what good were protests!).

To reach Yasukuni Shrine, one must climb a steep slope. Beside the slope stands a huge stone monument several meters high, inscribed with the four large characters "Yasukuni Shrine." Unfortunately, it's inconvenient now; otherwise, I would easily change the character "shrine" to "toilet." I wonder how the Japanese would feel if they did. However, this doesn't stop me from carving the Chinese characters "Eastern Japanese Bastards," "Japanese Devils," and "Fusang Dogs" above all the stone beasts and bronze statues. I've also made subtle modifications to all the photos of Japanese devils from World War II (it will take some time for the Japanese devils to discover the secrets). Furthermore, I've poured excrement on the Japanese menstrual flag and naval ensign, and carved "Japanese Masturbation Device" on the barrels of cannons that participated in World War II, and so on. Finally, I'll throw the body of the chief priest of the Yasukuni Shrine, whom I cruelly killed, into the plane of the Sakura Special Attack Team (hanging in the exhibition hall). I believe it will take some time until his bodily fluids seep out of the plane before anyone notices. I believe by then I'll have time to formally come here and dismantle this Yasukuni Shrine, especially since there are a large number of evidence of the Japanese army's crimes of aggression against various countries during World War II (such as those from Unit 731) and original documents (such as the Treaty of Shimonoseki; it seems the Japanese devils also know it's not appropriate to display them). I wish I could immediately slaughter all the Japanese. Should we name all the toilets in all the companies under my group "Yasukuni Shrine (Toilet)"? And replace all the toilet fixtures and sanitary ware with those bearing the Japanese flag, for everyone to use?

At this time, all the major radio and television news in Japan are full of reports of the car accident at the intersection of Meiji Street and Okubashi Street. Seeing the Japanese people who know the news looking so devastated makes me feel really relieved. Humph! This is nothing! Tomorrow's subway sarin gas attack will truly test the psychological endurance of these little Japanese, and let them taste the suffering that the Chinese endured decades ago (one in hundreds of thousands).

Going south through Kitamaru Park, you will reach the Imperial Palace area of Japan. I want to see what Emperor Akihito of Japan is doing now.

The Imperial Palace of Japan is certainly incomparable to the Forbidden City of China, whether in terms of scale, cost, area, or even the palaces of ancient Chinese emperors in various places. But the owners of this building (generations ago) used the money they saved to develop the navy, which led to the defeat of the seemingly powerful Beiyang Fleet of the Qing Dynasty at that time. Therefore, I have no prejudice against the architecture on this isolated island surrounded by a moat. On the contrary, the Japanese Imperial Palace is very elegant and quiet, lacking the grandeur and elaborate luxury of the Chinese Imperial Palace. It resembles a castle-like garden, but this is only on the surface. In fact, a vast amount of illicit wealth is stored in the magnificent underground chambers of this Imperial Palace, mostly plundered from various countries, especially China, where various antiques and treasures are the most abundant. Moreover, further down, it is connected to Japan's underground defense system. I hate the owners of this building, especially the previous generations. The atrocities they committed against the Chinese people are countless (I only learned most of this information this morning from data provided by the Chinese military, such as the Japanese invasion of China during World War II, which resulted in the deaths of at least 35 million Chinese soldiers and civilians, and the Nanjing Massacre alone, which killed at least 430,000 Chinese—these are things few people mention in Taiwan. I also find it strange that the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Hall only records 300,000 people on its walls? What about the at least 130,000 innocent souls? Are they at peace? When I have time, I will definitely spray a large "43" on the wall in red paint to cover the "30"). And they have not received any punishment. It's truly heartless! It makes me furious. The

current main members of the Japanese Imperial Family include Emperor Akihito, Empress Michiko, Crown Prince Nintoku, Crown Princess Masako, Prince Fumihito, Princess Kiko, and the unmarried, unattractive Princess Sayako, among others.

Strange? There isn't a single member of the Imperial Family in the palace right now! Damn it! Where did they all go? I made a wasted trip!

Humph! But I will not leave empty-handed, damn it!

However, I am not very interested in those treasures now. Hmm... In a corner of the Imperial Palace, in a sword museum that houses many Japanese swords, behind a portrait on the wall of the main hall, there is an extraordinary sword hidden in a secret wall! It is not good because of the scabbard and hilt decorated with various gemstones, but because of the unusually sharp blade and the forging craftsmanship. The blade is long and the lines are exquisite. What amazes me most is the age and history of the sword. Although the surface of the sword is often maintained and shines like new, judging from the rust in the gaps of the metal in the hilt, this sword must be over a thousand years old. I can tell that the proportion of metal materials used in this sword and the forging process should not easily produce rust, and with that kind of rust, it must be quite old. This is my intuition. Moreover, I had a vague feeling that this sword seemed to have some connection to me. A thousand years ago, Japan could never have possessed such a sword, nor such forging techniques. The painting depicted a samurai raising his sword, poised to strike…

I'll take it first, and uncover the truth later. So, the longsword, hidden deep within the wall, flew swiftly through the wall and courtyard under my control, leaving no trace on the surveillance cameras. I didn't even need to enter the Japanese Imperial Palace.

At the same time, I found an inconspicuous piece of coarse cloth to wrap the sword, carrying it on my back—an odd, yet somewhat unconventional, outfit that made me a little proud. Actually, I had already figured out how to use this sword.

Now, I'll go explore the Japanese National Diet Building south of the Imperial Palace. To its southwest lies the Japanese "government office street," where perhaps the Defense Agency can obtain more information about the confinement of the telekinetic base.

However, the Imperial Palace complex was surrounded by surveillance cameras pointing towards the moat (to prevent people from wading across), preventing me from heading directly south and crossing the water. I had to take a detour, as it was best not to attract attention at this time.

Just as I arrived near the National Diet Building, I suddenly noticed a convoy coming from the direction of Hibiya Park, about to cross the Nijubashi Bridge in front of the Imperial Palace. The middle luxury car carried Crown Princess Masako Owada, and it was exactly midnight.

I had only learned about Crown Princess Masako Owada yesterday. She comes from a distinguished family. Her maternal grandfather was a vice admiral in the navy, and her father, Hisashi Owada, was formerly the Vice Minister for Foreign Affairs and is now Japan's ambassador to the United Nations. Masako Owada attended elementary school in Moscow, high school in New York, and her university education was even more impressive. She graduated from Harvard University with a degree in economics and returned to Japan to study law and international trade at the University of Tokyo. While still in school, she passed the entrance exam for a diplomatic service (a test even more difficult than that for senior civil servants). Fluent in five languages and well-versed in both Eastern and Western cultures, her intelligence and diligence quickly propelled her to the forefront. She became a shining diplomatic star, working at the North American Affairs Bureau of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs. When Ryutaro Hashimoto was Minister of International Trade and Industry, she served as his chief interpreter during semiconductor negotiations with the United States. In 1989, at a concert welcoming the Spanish princess to Japan, Masako's charm deeply attracted Crown Prince Naruhito, and a powerful pursuit ensued. However, initially, the Japanese Cabinet and the Imperial Household Agency disapproved because of a past incident in Japan in the 1970s caused by organic mercury pollution, known as "Mizugo disease," and the Owada family were shareholders of the company responsible for the pollution, CHISON CPA. The Cabinet and the Imperial Household Agency feared that people would associate the Misao disease with the Imperial Family, giving the left wing a pretext to attack the Emperor system, so they firmly opposed it. However, Naruhito was unyielding, insisting on marrying Masako, and the Crown Prince was getting older, making him seem like a difficult prospect. In the end, the Cabinet and the Imperial Household Agency had to give in. Furthermore, Naruhito even went to Oxford University to accompany Masako on her journey. After four years, they finally held a grand wedding ceremony in Tokyo on June 9, 1993. The 30-year-old Masako became the second commoner Crown Princess in Japanese history. But three years passed, and Crown Princess Masako still hadn't conceived. Damn! That Naruhito is useless. Right!

Should I lend them a hand? Haha! Great idea! Let me get this Japanese Crown Princess pregnant, making the Japanese Crown Prince wear a green hat, haha! Fantastic! This would be venting the anger of the Chinese people and collecting some interest on my family's grudge.

Without further ado, the Crown Princess's motorcade, with my "help," turned towards the National Diet Building before entering the Nijubashi Bridge. The inexplicable guards at the Nijubashi Bridge were no longer my concern.

The guards escorting the Crown Princess's motorcade were either dead or unconscious, and the windows of these bulletproof cars were all shattered, with bullet marks visible on the vehicles, but none of this alerted anyone. Masako trembled with fear, showing no difference from ordinary women despite her illustrious family background and extraordinary status.

I dragged the limp Crown Princess, Owada Masako, from the car and threw the entire vehicle into the bushes behind the Gen-Akaban. Of course, to maintain secrecy for a while, I also knocked out the two couples cuddling behind the bushes and threw them into the car

as well. "Let me go... Who are you? What are you going to do?" Owada Masako asked in terror, struggling weakly.

With a slight tightening of my grip, I leered in Japanese, "Kidnapping! Getting some money, hehe!"

Yako winced, crying out in pain, "I have money, just let me go, I can give you money, how much do you want? 10 million? Or 100 million? I'm the Crown Princess..." At this point, she dared not struggle anymore.

"Ha! I know you're the Crown Princess." Saying this, I touched her chin. Damn! During your Japanese invasion of China, countless Chinese women were ravaged by your beastly soldiers. What's this compared to that? Even if I raped and killed you ten thousand times, what would that amount to? With my other hand, I moved from her wrist to her neck, grabbed her, and pulled her into my arms, saying viciously, "Come on! I'll let you go after I get the money. But if you dare to do anything reckless, I'll break your neck." Then, with a slight tightening, I showed her my power.

Then I made her hug me, nestled in my arms like a lover, and got into a taxi.

Inside the car, I tried to prevent the taxi driver from seeing her face, so I pressed her down on my lap, one hand holding her neck while the other groped her body, like adulterers doing something perfectly acceptable. Crown Princess Masako obediently let me do as I pleased, though I knew she was secretly looking for a way to escape. In

Yarai-cho, I got out of the car at a street corner not far from the Makuhara Shrine, the Tokyo branch of the Black Dragon Society.

A clothing and cosmetics shop was just about to close; I immediately knocked out all the employees, went inside, and closed the door. I wanted to redo the Crown Princess's appearance so no one would recognize her, allowing me to hold her captive for a longer period.

At this point, Masako probably realized my ill intentions and tried to resist, but I threatened her with harsh words: if she didn't cooperate, I would rape her immediately and film the process, embarrassing the Japanese Imperial Family. Terrified, she silently complied while tears streamed down her face.

But regarding the clothes I offered her—extremely sexy and revealing outfits, from (pink) lingerie, (red) fishnet stockings, and (extremely) high heels (the kind worn by street prostitutes or SM girls) to the leather jacket (the kind with very little leather, practically SM attire) and leather skirt (a miniskirt)—she said she'd rather die than wear them. Without a word, I slapped her twice. I guess no one had ever hit her before; she was stunned.

Then, under my violence, she had no choice but to submit and put them all on in front of me. To be honest, when she was naked, I really wanted to have sex with her immediately, not because of her seemingly decent figure and appearance, but because I wanted to defile this member of the Japanese Imperial Family. In the end, I restrained myself.

Then, under my gaze, she covered her shameful exposed areas with her hands, humiliated and embarrassed.

Hmph! Not so fast!

I removed the collar and leash from the unconscious Shar-Pei on the ground and immediately slipped it around the seemingly noble neck of Crown Princess Masako Owada. By the time she realized what was happening, I had already locked it—of course, there was no key. No matter how much she begged, I wouldn't unlock it.

Just as I was about to take her for a walk, the Crown Princess immediately knelt before me, clinging to my legs and crying.

Why not play with her a little first? So I leered and said, "I'll unlock it if you give me oral sex. If you can make me happy, I'll unlock the leash, hmph! But if you hurt me or make me unhappy, you'll be crawling on the streets of Tokyo wearing this leash for the rest of your life." I said this with a leisurely smile, arms crossed, still holding one end of the leash in my hand.

A moment later, the Crown Princess Masako of Japan reluctantly and tremblingly unzipped my pants and slowly pulled out my "big treasure."

"Haha! Your technique is quite skilled, looks like you often do this for Naruhito! Hahaha!!" I deliberately insulted her, and of course she didn't respond, only silently enduring it. I leered again, "How about it? Your husband Naruhito, that useless guy, his thing isn't as big as mine, is it? Haha! Your sex life isn't harmonious, is it? Three years and still no child, do you want me to help? Haha! I'm very enthusiastic! And all the people of Japan are looking forward to the birth of the future Japanese Emperor! Let me help you leave a seed in your belly, how about it?"

"No! No! Please! Let me go! I will definitely give you money!" Yako pleaded, clutching my treasure.

"Money is necessary! But I really want to make a contribution to the future Emperor, I hope my child will become the future Emperor of Japan, hahaha..."

"No! As long as you don't... do anything reckless... I'll listen to you..."

"Really?"

"...Yes..." Yako's tears flowed even more freely.

I almost softened, but thinking of the blood and lives lost by the Chinese people, including my family. "Then what are you dawdling for? Do you want to wait until dawn so everyone can watch you perform oral sex?" I shouted sternly.

Startled, Masako swallowed my big treasure whole.

The mental stimulation and enjoyment far outweighed her seemingly clumsy oral sex skills. This was oral sex from the Crown Princess of Japan! Awesome! Should take a picture to commemorate this! Hehe! So satisfying! "What a good bitch! Take it slow, don't rush! It's still early! Haha! You lowly Japanese imperial bitch." In my smugness, I grabbed Masako's head and began thrusting into her without restraint, treating her entirely as a high-class instrument for venting my sexual desires and emotions, or ultimately, a toilet to hold my excrement. Hmm! Not bad!

I grabbed two cameras and started taking pictures.

Hmm! The camera store next door also had a DV camera, and that infrared digital camera was even better! Haha!

An hour later, no matter how hard Crown Princess Masako Owada tried, my "big darling," while enjoying himself, just wouldn't ejaculate. This left Masako exhausted and discouraged. Recently, she'd resorted to lifting her super-short leather skirt and revealing the exposed crotch of her sexy panties, allowing me to penetrate her freely, but with only one condition: don't ejaculate inside her. Anal ejaculation, facial ejaculation, oral ejaculation, breast ejaculation—anything was fine, just not inside her vagina.

I agreed, but how could I easily ejaculate?

Instead, I thoroughly violated the Crown Princess's wet vagina, then fucked her mouth that spoke five languages.

Then I did breast sex in her cleavage.

Still no ejaculation, so I took turns doing each step. In short, I played with her however stimulating and degrading methods were available, completely treating the Crown Princess like a slutty prostitute, even worse than a prostitute.

Logically, as the Crown Princess of Japan, she shouldn't have been so cooperative. It's just that my extraordinary abilities and special powers aroused her inner desires, and she no longer considered my humiliation as insult or manipulation.

At the same time, I realized something: Crown Prince Naruhito was indeed as useless as I had imagined. His penis was not only small and short, but he was also often unable to achieve an erection, leaving the young and vibrant Crown Princess Masako frequently unsatisfied and unable to find fulfillment. Therefore, their sex life was not only disharmonious but often ended in discord. She, originally a promising diplomatic star, not only sacrificed her career but was also forced to live this seemingly glamorous but actually dull, depressing, and boring royal life. She couldn't do this or that freely and was subject to many restrictions, making her life worse than death. Therefore, their married life was no longer as beautiful as it was during their courtship. They now lived separately, which explained why the Crown Princess, whom I had just found strange, was seen coming and going alone.

Hearing this, I almost softened my heart and felt sorry for her. But her maternal grandfather—a vice admiral in the Japanese Self-Defense Forces Navy—though he didn't live to see the invasion of China during World War II, was definitely a hardline right-wing figure with great ambitions for China and the Diaoyu Islands. And she herself only managed to get a position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs because she was a staunch right-wing figure who embraced Greater Japan nationalism. Whether it was due to family lineage or exposure, she didn't deserve my sympathy. Therefore, my only intention towards her was revenge, manipulation, and humiliation.

So I suddenly stopped. I didn't want to have my way with her; I was the one playing with her, not letting her have fun!

"Why did you stop? Move on! Harder! Come on!" Saying this, Yako pushed her hips away, shaking them violently.

"Enough!" I pulled my "treasure" back into my pants, opened the shop door, and strode out, carrying a large bag of cosmetics that I had already collected.

Finally regaining her senses, Yako hurriedly asked me to unleash the dog to keep my promise.

I sneered, "First, you didn't give me enough pleasure; second, there's no one outside right now; third, I'll naturally unleash the leash when someone comes, so don't worry about that. After all, I don't want to cause myself any trouble."

Masako had no choice but to hurry after me, otherwise she'd be crawling on the ground. Watching her straighten her disheveled clothes while doing so was both beautiful and funny, and all of this was being filmed.

"Where to?"

"Makuhara Shrine."

"What for?" Masako probably thought we were already having an affair, so she asked somewhat coquettishly.

"To kill, and to fuck you!"

"Huh? Kill who?" Masako was terrified.

"The Black Dragon Society."

Holding the leash around Crown Princess Masako's neck, I kicked down the gate of the Makuhara Shrine, immediately triggering the alarm, though it didn't reach the outside.

"How dare you! Who dares to be so bold?" Two Japanese men dressed in kimono pajamas rushed out, carrying Japanese swords.

Without a word, I untied the sword cloth from my back, drew the blade, its cold light gleaming, and stepped forward.

Seeing my stance, the two Japanese men knew I meant no harm, and their eyes flashed with ferocity as they attacked with a slash and a thrust.

I lightly swung my sword a few times; there was no metallic clang of swords clashing, only a barely audible sound of chopping vegetables, followed by screams and howls. Limbs and remains littered the ground, but none of them were fatally severed, so they could still suffer for another ten minutes.

I continued forward as if nothing had happened, only to be secretly surprised that not a single drop of blood stained my blade. I then noticed that the surface of the sword was incredibly smooth, seemingly showing signs of nanotechnology.

"Who goes there? How dare you kill people here?" Nine people appeared and blocked my way.

Without any suspense, I directly cleaved these Black Dragon Society members into pieces, but this time there was a metallic clang, but it was the sound of cutting, and my sword showed no signs of dulling.

After killing the third group, I arrived at the innermost hall of the Black Dragon Society. Besides the statue and shrine of Amaterasu, there were three women, one of whom was extremely beautiful, yet also incredibly calm and chilling. I could sense the murderous aura emanating from her; she was the one among them worth teaching a lesson. Of the other seven men, about four were leaders or something, but I couldn't be bothered to find out. I just wanted to confirm if they were from the Black Dragon Society.

"Are you from the Black Dragon Society?"

"Yes! You dare trespass on my Black Dragon Society's territory..."

But another man interrupted, "Who are you?"

"My nemesis! I'm here to kill you all." I smiled, then pointed my sword at the three women, saying, "And rape them while I'm at it."

"How dare you!" all the men roared, ready to charge.

"Ah! The Blade of the Sword Master..." the beautiful woman exclaimed, clearly recognizing the sword in my hand.

The man who seemed to be the Black Dragon Society's leader also cried out, "The Crown Princess!" drawing everyone's attention to Yako, whom I was leading on a dog leash behind me.

Masako could only cover her face, trying to minimize the humiliation she was suffering (like burying her head in the sand or being blinded by a leaf).

"Heh! This is your Crown Princess, Owada Masako, my bitch sex slave. Do you want to see her lewd and seductive nature?" I laughed.

"Baka!" All the men drew their swords and surrounded me.

"No! You're no match for him." The beautiful woman's words had barely faded when I had already slashed all seven men to pieces, though I spared their breath. I intended to let them watch me rape their Crown Princess.

The two women beside her were terrified, unsure whether to rush forward to their deaths or turn and run. Masako, meanwhile, couldn't help but vomit.

"Get out of the way!" The beautiful woman calmed herself, gently pushing aside the two women beside her, and adopted a sword stance.

But this sword stance shocked me.

Wasn't this the very sword stance from the hidden layer of my master's *Male Supremacy Yang Technique*? Moreover, she seemingly poured her energy and spirit into the sword in her hand, achieving a perfect unity of person and sword. However, her internal strength was far too weak!

"Where did you learn this sword style?" I knew this sword style was both offensive and defensive, with 81 different starting moves—a leaping slash, a sideways upward strike, a flying thrust and spin, a ground-based strangulation—all designed to either block, slightly evade, or counterattack any offensive move, or use speed to overcome slowness, strength to attack weakness, all executed in one fluid motion, determined to kill the enemy. Of course, this was only possible in the lower stages of cold weapons and the *Male Supremacy Yang Gong*. If one reached the higher levels of the *Male Supremacy Yang Gong*, then one could simply use sword energy or disintegrate and annihilate.

"Sword Master Sect's 'Fearless of Heaven and Earth'—" he said, quickly raising his sword in a slash, then preparing to spin and leap forward for a follow-up slash, a fight to the death!

Of course I knew how powerful that sword technique was, but she lacked the support of internal energy, so she only learned the form. It's like a boxer who can throw punches fast but has little power, so it's not lethal at all. Of course, this lack of lethality only applies to me; if it were against Sang Yue, he would probably be in trouble. I also drew my sword, but I only knocked her sword away and casually struck her pressure points from a distance. Of course, I didn't spare the other two women either. Although they weren't very beautiful, they were still young and pretty, and I could use them as tools for my momentary lust and debauchery. From the moment they became members of the Black Dragon Society to becoming accomplices of my enemies, their fate was sealed.

The next moment, I adjusted all the Black Dragon Society men to angles and positions that allowed them to easily appreciate my feat (those without hands and feet could not find any positions, but their bodies could still be positioned in the way I wanted them to be). All the women, including the terrified Crown Princess, were lined up on the Amaterasu statue that I had pushed over, their little buttocks sticking out. I showed no mercy and gave them all three blows.

Three strokes up, three strokes down, not letting them and the chrysanthemum buds go...

Three strokes to the left, three strokes to the right, every single one of the Japanese sluts lined up gets a turn...

Three strokes in front, six strokes behind, their mouths and genitals...

I started interrogating the pretty female Black Dragon Society member: "Little slut of the Black Dragon Society, where did you learn that sword technique from?"

But this stubborn little slut not only didn't answer, but instead cursed angrily: "Baka! You must not be Japanese."

"Oh? You think so?" I laughed, saying this while giving her a heavy thrust, and also slapping her smooth, snow-white buttocks with both hands, it was really crisp and satisfying! Ha!

"Ah... First, how dare you treat the Crown Princess like this, if you were Japanese you would never dare to do anything, ah... Second, you kept saying 'you Japanese...' in a tone... um..." Her mouth was already filled with my huge penis.

I knew she must want to kill me now, because my penis seemed to be covered with some of their rectal excrement. "Why are you looking at me so fiercely? Don't you Japanese love eating excrement? I'm just playing to your tastes! Haha! You're very clever. I'm indeed not Japanese. Anyway, you're all going to die soon, so I might as well tell you, I'm Chinese, from Taiwan. My father, uncles, and others were killed by your Black Dragon Society, so I'm going to repay violence with violence, tenfold! Not only will I kill everyone in the Black Dragon Society and those connected to it, but I'll also make you Japanese suffer a great misfortune." By this time, Yako had already been knocked unconscious by me, because I didn't want to kill her yet. Her existence was far more satisfying than her death.

"You won't succeed!" the Black Dragon Society leader roared.

"Haha! Is that so? Let me tell you, someone will release sarin gas in the Tokyo subway tomorrow. I don't know how many people will die, but it certainly won't be few, because I'll add fuel to the fire! Hahaha..."

"Baka! You won't die a good death either. Our Black Dragon Society will be waiting for you in hell..." Then he bit his tongue.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Brave enough! But before you die, I'll tell you one more thing. I just learned near the Defense Agency that Japan has developed nuclear weapons, and I even know where they're hidden! Hehe! I'll find an opportunity to detonate them. As for whether it will cause a major earthquake and tsunami in Japan, or even sink Japan, I don't know, hahaha..." Hmph! Trying to mess with me! I'll make sure you don't find peace even in hell!

That guy with the tongue probably only had a few breaths left. I decided to let him enjoy one last thrill, laughing, "Of course, before that, I'll replace your incompetent Crown Prince Naruhito and let your Crown Princess's lovely belly receive my sperm for conception, hahaha! Just think how great I am! Your future emperor was created by me like this! Hahaha! So satisfying!" As I spoke, I pulled out my big treasure, moved it behind Masako, and thrust it in with all my might. The shocked Crown Princess Masako began to resist, but it was too late!

Before long, under my "aphrodisiac," Yako, in front of the still-alive Black Dragon Society members, passionately and pleasurably moaned and groaned, her body constantly responding to me, creating a strange scene with my insulting words. At this point, I had to admire the fact that Japanese women's moans are absolutely the most outstanding and beautiful in the world, so I decided: when I leave Japan, I will definitely bring some Japanese beauties back to enjoy.

Of course, I didn't forget to continue interrogating the beautiful woman beside me: "Tell me quickly, where is the headquarters of your Black Dragon Society?"

"Hmph!" The beautiful woman, though unable to move, immediately turned her head away, ignoring me.

"Very well! Given your attitude, I've decided to sabotage the US nuclear-powered submarine secretly docked in Tokyo Bay, causing a nuclear reactor leak! Then... hehe..."

"Hmph! Can you do it? And even if you can, don't forget there are many Chinese in Tokyo, especially your Chinese embassy..."

"Hehe! You're absolutely right!" I said, swinging my arm, a massive surge of true energy roaring forth, not aimed at the beautiful woman, but at the first group of 27 ninjas secretly approaching outside the hall. They were lurking, preparing for a sneak attack, but how could they escape my detection? Sure

enough, all 27 ninjas were instantly either dead or wounded, the wounded unlikely to live long—a gruesome and utter defeat.

The beautiful woman was shocked, unable to believe her eyes. In fact, she had already spotted the ninjas outside the hall, and had just been secretly exchanging glances with them, intending to ambush and assassinate me. But now, the ninjas were all similarly dismembered, regardless of distance or strength, while I was inside the hall, frantically and utterly humiliating them, as if what was happening outside had nothing to do with me.

They were shocked by my power! My incredible strength! And my cruel methods! A fear gripped them, an involuntary, deep-seated dread. Perhaps only now did they truly realize my terror!

I didn't bother asking anymore; finding the Black Dragon Society headquarters wouldn't be difficult for me, and besides, I secretly hoped they wouldn't confess. That way, I could rather kill a thousand innocent people than miss one. Right-wingers are as common as shit in Japan. As for their techniques, they might be related to my master… well…

for now, I'll just enjoy the slaughter! Heh! I quickly moved behind the Japanese woman on the far right.

After a few thrusts, I moved to the woman on the left. But fearing the woman on the right wasn't satisfied, I replaced my "sword master's blade" with my large member and inserted it into her. Unexpectedly, she couldn't withstand my "kindness," her eyes widening as she gasped in resentment. Immediately

, some of the second batch of 31 ninjas outside the hall couldn't hold back any longer, either shouting and charging in with their swords, or throwing and launching various ninja weapons.

This is probably what they mean by "an egg hitting a rock"! The second batch of ninjas were also completely wiped out, all of them dead without a trace!

Adding to the seven Black Dragon Society soldiers from before, their blood splattered everywhere inside and outside the temple, a scene of terrifying horror, like a hellish inferno.

Now, only I, Masako, the beautiful woman, and the Japanese woman beneath me

remained in the temple. As for the last batch of Japanese soldiers arriving from nearby, armed with various light and heavy weapons, I disdainfully pulled out my "big treasure," went behind the beautiful woman, and thrust it in hard. At the same time, "Sword Master's Blade" shifted its target, penetrating the cave where my "big treasure" had just been busy, instantly plunging the woman, who had just been in paradise, into hell. She should be thankful that I strangely felt a pang of pity, allowing her suffering to end sooner.

As for why the Black Dragon Society didn't call the police or seek help, I just don't understand.

Perhaps they're

ashamed to be seen in the light, or perhaps they're too confident they can handle it alone. So… the beautiful woman was so terrified she finally suffered a mental breakdown and became delirious. Owada Masako, however, withstood the shock, though she covered her face with her hands, unable to bear the horrific scene before her, though she was trembling violently.

In this situation, I was incredibly excited, especially after killing the last person who had just entered the shrine. My rapidly moving penis finally ejaculated passionately! Oh! I couldn't waste it, so I quickly pulled out my penis and inserted it into Crown Princess Masako's vagina.

Ah! So good! My millions of sperm immediately surged into Masako's cervix, where a single egg was quietly waiting for its favor deep within her uterus.

A lucky sperm swam in first, and then, in a thrilling moment, it plunged into the egg's embrace; they united. But the other late-arriving sperm were rejected.

A miraculous moment occurred: the egg began to react; it was undergoing fission.

One becomes two, two becomes four…

I know life is being conceived.

But my focus is on the present; what happens ten months from now can wait.

Because I discovered that someone I know is at Fuji Hospital.

Chapter 50 ◆ Bravely Infiltrating the Demon's Lair

She is Sang Yue, Sang Yue's younger sister.

Given Sang Yue's background, Sang Yue should also be a mainland agent. Her presence at Fuji Hospital at this time is undoubtedly related to me. She came to Japan to cooperate with me in place of Sang Yue, and probably went to the hospital to confirm after hearing about the car accident.

But I won't contact her. According to the intelligence I obtained from the Japanese Ministry of Defense: the "Temple" base, which restricts telekinesis, is actually a top-secret project of cooperation between the US and Japanese militaries, mainly researching the military applications of human special abilities. The mystery and defenses of the "Temple" base are imaginable, and it is very likely that there are a large number of unknown superpowered individuals. Even with telekinesis (which Ice Girl and King Kong highly praise), they cannot escape; its dangers are not hard to foresee. Wouldn't having Sang Yue cooperate with me only endanger innocent people?

Therefore, I decided to act alone. I believed I could solve the problem myself; at worst, if I failed, I would be the only one who would suffer the loss.

Should I also kill this beautiful, broken woman? Her skin is so good, and her genitals are quite attractive; it would be a waste to kill her! If I could subdue her and perform some perverse and arbitrary modifications, she might become a rare and wonderful toy. It's just a pity that Crown Princess Masako Owada cannot be possessed for long, otherwise…

Without further ado, I did it! First, I thoroughly and completely obliterated all the chunks of flesh and limbs scattered throughout the shrine, evaporating them completely, leaving not a trace of blood, including the two female corpses nearby. Then, I swept all the broken knife fragments and light and heavy weapons into the underground armory, leaving only three weapons and their ammunition that I particularly liked: a Desert Eagle, an M95 large-caliber sniper rifle (anti-materiel rifle, 12.87mm ammunition), and an M79 40mm grenade launcher (the weapon used to destroy liquid metal robots in Terminator 2). They are cool whether used as toys or for killing. Of course, I knew there were many more advanced and powerful weapons, like the miniature machine gun Schwarzenegger used, but there weren't any here.

Then I knocked Masako unconscious to avoid distracting me, and also closed the shrine gate and turned off the alarm system.

Finally, I pulled the dazed, beautiful woman onto my lap. The true energy of "Male Supremacy Yang Gong" subdued her nerves, completely calming her down. Then, treating her like an experimental subject, I boldly began to modify her body, significantly enhancing her physical strength, nerves, and functions to adapt to my unbridled and rapid modifications: for example, rapidly enlarging her breasts until they reached Yu Jiao's size; completely removing the few but unwanted body hairs on her body; modifying her nerves to make her more sensitive; strengthening her physique to make her more resistant to torture. I was already very skilled at these modifications. At the

same time, I was also performing "Soul Stealing" that I hadn't yet mastered, so I was using her as my experimental subject. If I failed, she would either become an idiot or a vegetable. Following the key techniques described in "Soul Stealing and Spirit Capture," I paralyzed and hypnotized her brain nerves and consciousness.

Half an hour later, my first practical application of "Soul Stealing and Spirit Capture" was successful. I don't know if it was my boldness, luck, or the fact that her mental breakdown made it easier for me to succeed. However, I also paid the price of being drenched in sweat and exhausted. My mental abilities are undoubtedly still a weakness that needs to be strengthened.

Now she is a person without independent thinking, and I have instilled a strict sense of obedience in her. From her sealed memories, I have also learned many things:

her name is Koizumi Yuka, she is nineteen years old, one of the illegitimate children of the current Japanese Minister of Health, Labour and Welfare, Koizumi Junichiro, and she entered the "Sword Master's Gate" to study at the age of ten. The "Kenshumon" (Sword Master Sect) is located in the northern suburbs of Kyoto, Japan. Mysterious and powerful, it has influenced Japanese politics for over a thousand years, yet it never directly intervenes. Its position is akin to a medieval Western religion, but distinct from religion, resembling an underground political force. If the Emperor is the apparent authority, then the "Kenshumon" is the hidden power. Although Japan's defeat in World War II greatly weakened the "Kenshumon's" influence, it still maintains a unique and transcendent status, much like Shaolin and Wudang in Chinese martial arts novels—a pillar not only of Japanese martial arts but also of various political forces. All of this is completely unknown to ordinary Japanese people and the world at large, because those in the know consciously keep this secret. As for why, Yuka doesn't quite understand. Yuka's "Fearless of Heaven and Earth" technique was the highest sword technique of the "Sword Master Sect," and the "Sword Master's Blade" was the highest symbol representing the Sword Master of the "Sword Master Sect." However, the "Sword Master's Blade" mysteriously disappeared during the Meiji Restoration (it was probably stolen and presented to the Emperor at the time, or perhaps the Emperor ordered it stolen to avoid being controlled). The Black Dragon Society was merely a subordinate organization of the Sword Master Sect, so its headquarters were also in Kyoto, at a shrine called Hirano.

I didn't ask about details I wasn't interested in, since I would soon wipe them out anyway. Afterward, I completely sealed her memories.

But to test whether she was truly subdued, I ordered her to engage in another fierce battle with me, making every part of her body that could be penetrated and played with red and swollen. Yet, she showed no resistance or hesitation, always cooperating and taking the initiative. In the end, I even ejaculated my semen and urine into her mouth, which she happily swallowed entirely.

Seeing how much she enjoyed it, I simply sat on her face and let her lick and suck me, since her juices were all over my butt.

Koizumi Yuka licked very diligently and earnestly, giving me, who no longer had any doubts, a unique and special pleasure—a pleasure I could never experience with my other beauties, because I couldn't bear to see them like these lewd Japanese women. So I decided that from now on, if I wanted to enjoy this kind of pleasure, I would seek out Japanese beauties, and I needed to tame a large group of such true sex slaves and pets.

Hmm! I'll have Crown Princess Owada Masako serve me like this too. But it's almost dawn, I should get ready.

Right! First, I need to give Koizumi Yuka a name. "Koizumi" in Chinese sounds like "Little Dog," and "dog" means dog, so I'll officially name Koizumi Yuka "Little Bitch."

"Little bitch" Yuka Koizumi happily accepted, even licking my toes repeatedly, practically wagging her tail. Unfortunately, she didn't have one, but she cleverly wiggled her soft, white bottom. I'll get her a pretty, cute tail sometime! Hehe! As for her breasts, they've doubled in size, but they're still a bit smaller than Yu Jiao's. One more treatment should make them bigger than Yu Jiao's. Looks like I can make a fortune specializing in breast augmentations for women.

Should I also give Crown Princess Masako a breast augmentation? Turn her into a busty Crown Princess?

Forget it! Masako won't be around for much longer anyway; I don't need to let others benefit from her. I'd better get started!

"Little bitch, hurry up and get dressed!" I then proceeded to loot the Black Dragon Society's assets within the shrine, approximately 1.9 billion yen, the rest reduced to ashes.

Meanwhile, the little bitch was troubled by the lack of a suitable top, her bust having grown considerably.

She ended up wearing the largest kimono possible, but the effect was like having two Japanese melons hidden in her breasts, swaying precariously and making one's hands itch with desire. Since Japanese kimonos don't involve underwear, this was convenient for me.

Then, armed with my gun, I picked up Masako and went to the garage, choosing a specially modified four-wheel drive vehicle for the little bitch to drive.

I was initially worried, but seeing that the little bitch's driving skills weren't affected by "Soul Stealing," I was both amazed and impressed by it. So, I confidently embraced Masako, lost in thought, simultaneously regulating my inner energy and trying to regain my composure.

The car was powerful, bulletproof, and equipped with satellite navigation and other advanced technology. It also boasted a wide array of light and heavy weapons, clearly influenced by the James Bond films; its purpose was easy to imagine.

Before we got on the highway, it was already bright daylight, and Yako had woken up, but she seemed still reeling from the bloodshed. I took her to a roadside shop for breakfast, but she frantically begged for a coat to cover her SM outfit and demanded that the dog collar be removed. I only removed the leash and gave her a black men's suit coat. But fearing recognition, she heavily made herself up with makeup, looking like a Ginza glamorous woman, and wrapped a silk scarf around her neck to conceal the collar. The noodle shop owner jokingly remarked that she resembled a princess, frightening Yako into silently eating, too afraid to call for help. My brutal methods had probably left a deep impression on her. Meanwhile, the docile little bitch's swaying breasts greatly enraged the shop owner, almost leading to a fight.

Before getting in the car after dinner, we went to a sex shop to pick out neck warmers. The way the young woman excitedly selected and tried them on stunned all the shop assistants. It seems most customers like this are lecherous older men, while others either order by mail or have them delivered. It's extremely rare, if not impossible, for a beautiful woman like the young woman to be so open and shameless in a store, selecting and trying them on for others (mainly me) to see. In the end, the young woman and I both liked one that was both comfortable and good-looking, but it was quite expensive. I asked the shop assistant to buy ten, which nearly made the shop assistants go crazy. Fortunately, there are many perverts in Tokyo, and their mental fortitude is exceptional. Then, the young woman, wearing the neck warmer, happily selected a suitable dog leash. Yako covered her face, afraid of being recognized.

After getting in the car, I immediately took off Yako's suit coat, untied her scarf, and put on the dog leash, so I had two dog leashes in my hand when the car entered the highway. I leaned back comfortably, letting Crown Princess Masako lower her head to suckle my big treasure.

Awesome! So incredibly awesome! It'll take at least two or three hours to get to Tokyo, plenty of time to savor it. Even if I need to pee, I don't need to get out; I can just pee in Masako's mouth.

As for adding fuel to the fire regarding the Aum Shinrikyo's planned sarin gas attack, that's not an option now. Perhaps the major events about to happen in Tokyo will draw the Japanese attention, which should help me rescue Nen.

So, I had my little bitch turn on the car radio, waiting for the good news.

Tokyo's rush hour is about to begin.

I wonder how many people will die; it's something to look forward to! If only there wasn't this Nen rescue thing! I would definitely add fuel to the fire, making the horror even more terrifying! Turning Tokyo into hell!

Now, all I can do is enjoy Masako's oral sex while idly practicing large-scale slaughter on tree branches, weeds, and even vegetables from the fields outside the highway. I imagine the points where my true energy severs are the necks of Japanese soldiers, and they fall one by one...death...unstoppable, invincible!

Wait! Wouldn't it be dangerous for Aunt Seiko to take the subway to work...? No! I have to remind her quickly, even if it means exposing my identity.

I quickly took out my phone, inserted a new SIM card, and dialed Seiko's number.

After five rings, it finally connected. "Moshi moshi!" It was Aunt Seiko's clear and pleasant Japanese voice.

I immediately created a soundproof space around my voice to prevent the busy Crown Princess Masako from hearing me, and then confidently said in Mandarin, "Darling! It's me!" I didn't say who I was, but I knew Aunt Seiko could recognize my voice.

"Ah! Is it really you?" Aunt Seiko was so excited that she almost called out my name, and she was so happy that she almost choked up. "I heard you had an accident, it scared me to death..." She was referring to the death of my double, but she probably didn't know it was my double before.

"Yeah! Darling! Don't worry! How have you been lately?" My mind was filled with her snow-white skin and alluring charm.

"Waaah..." Saintess was still crying, crying with joy and excitement.

"Okay, okay! Darling, don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I?" I quickly comforted her.

"Waaah... Where are you now? I'll come find you..."

"No need! I'll come see you soon, you..."

"Really?" Saintess was obviously very excited.

"Yeah! If you stay at home obediently, I'll appear in front of you at nine o'clock." For her safety and to counter eavesdropping, I had to lie to her.

"Really?" Saintess smiled happily, probably as cheerful as a little girl.

"Okay! I'm hanging up."

"Wait..."

But I had already hung up and deactivated the soundproofing. Then, I smiled at Masako, who was diligently giving me oral sex while secretly watching me, removed the SIM card, and flicked it out of the car window with a flourish. The SIM card, however, flew through the air like a hidden weapon, tracing a graceful arc before embedding itself deeply into a concrete pole. Believe me, I pulled that move even cooler than Chow Yun-fat in "God of Gamblers.

" Suddenly, Masako's mouth left my "treasure," and she said in Chinese, "Please! Let us Japanese people go, okay?" Her Chinese had a Japanese accent, and her hand was still holding my "treasure."

At this point, of course, I didn't need to pretend anymore. I chuckled and said, "Oh? Let go? What do you mean?"

"Please don't...don't release...poison...gas in the subway, okay?" Masako pleaded, terrified.

"Heh! I didn't release the sarin gas myself; it was done by Aum Shinrikyo, a legal religion permitted by your government. Its leader, Shoko Asahara, directly orchestrated it. Heh... And the fact that your Japanese civilian organizations could obtain sarin gas shows how dangerous and harmful Japan is. Do you know that the Japanese army used sarin gas against the Chinese during World War II? Do you know how many biological and chemical weapons are still left in China today?" My expression grew cold.

Masako lowered her head speechlessly, directly facing my erect penis.

I pressed her head down, and my penis plunged deeply into Masako's mouth. I continued my lecture: "Do you know how many Chinese people Japan killed during its invasion of China in modern times?" I thrust harder. "Do you know how much wealth Japan plundered from China?" I thrust again. "Do you know that China repays evil with kindness? And you Japanese repay kindness with evil?" I thrust even harder, making Crown Princess Masako roll her eyes. "And the main culprits in Japan, the Japanese Emperor, have not received any punishment for generations!" Masako was almost suffocating. I finally released her, letting her catch her breath.

But I still snapped, "Do you know who killed my father and the others?" I grabbed Yako's hair and pulled her close, whispering coldly in her ear, "It was your Japanese Black Dragon Society! The handiwork of your Japanese government! I won't show any mercy to a government and Japanese like you." With that, I shoved her aside and kicked her.

The little bitch, who had been gleefully watching us through the rearview mirror, finally seemed a little confused, not understanding what had happened between us.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I'm so sorry!!" Crown Princess Masako Owada knelt and pleaded repeatedly, "It's the fault of our Japanese government and the Imperial Family! But please spare the innocent Japanese people, they are innocent! I beg you!!"

"Hmph! Is that so? I don't think so! From the time your Japan invaded China, all Japanese people were unprecedentedly fanatical, from young children to the elderly, from men to women, everyone devoted themselves wholeheartedly, everyone fought bravely, and everyone took pride in invasion and killing. When you were defeated and your Emperor ordered surrender, how many Japanese people committed suicide, not because they were afraid of being punished, but because they could not accept the shattering of their dreams of invasion, and their spirits collapsed. To this day, the Japanese government that refuses to admit its guilt and refuses to acknowledge that history was elected by the so-called innocent Japanese people you speak of. What kind of people you have determines what kind of government you have, and what kind of government you have represents what kind of people's will! So I come to a conclusion: there are no innocent people in Japan! The Japanese people deserve to die!"

Crown Princess Masako was speechless and could only keep bowing her head and apologizing.

I sighed, looking up. "Of course, China also bears responsibility. The Chinese shouldn't have given foreigners the opportunity to invade. Internal strife, mutual destruction, and isolation weakened the Chinese and nurtured the powers, including you, Japan. But alas… the survival of the fittest is indeed a natural law of the world. China shouldn't blame others, but if we truly act according to the law of the jungle, wouldn't a strongman like me be able to slaughter and bully the weak with impunity? Just like you Japanese! In my eyes now, all of you Japanese are weak." I took out my Desert Eagle, fired a few feints at the window, then turned the muzzle to point directly at Masako's forehead, and released the safety.

"…Fine…kill me! If it makes you happy…but please have mercy on my compatriots! Please shoot!" Masako grabbed my gun, pulled it closer, and aimed it at her forehead.

Tch! Want to play the hero? If you're so capable, say you'll let me torture you. I guarantee you won't last a minute. "Ha! I won't kill you. Your value is only temporarily as my tool for sexual gratification, bringing shame and disgrace to your Japanese imperial family. As for your Japanese subjects, I will deal with them separately and treat them differently. For example, beautiful and lovely women, I will rape them and make them my wonderful toys; those I dislike, I will abuse and even kill; as for my enemy organizations, such as the Black Dragon Society, I will only cruelly torture and slaughter them; those who have committed crimes and show no remorse, such as veterans of the invasion of China during World War II, I will not only make them receive their retribution, but also let them experience torture more cruel than hell; as for those Japanese politicians and right-wing elements who fantasize about splitting, invading, and occupying China all day long, such as the likes of Shintaro Ishihara, I will generally only punish them slightly, not take their lives, because I think that with the existence of these bastards, the Chinese people may be more awake, more ambitious, and more united!" Besides these, there are your Japanese elites, such as talents in the fields of science and technology and economics, those are the targets I will eliminate. Of course, I will not treat the "exploitation of the weak" as a job; I will only eliminate them when I encounter them, and the criteria for identifying elites are also in my hands. I hope China's strength comes from the Chinese people themselves, not from the help of gods, Buddhas, or superheroes; otherwise, it will be unreliable and meaningless. Therefore, I believe the Chinese should be like Tang Sanzang in real life, not like the Tang Monk in *Journey to the West* who relied on his disciples and countless gods and Buddhas for help.

And another thing: I not only won't touch people like Shoko Asahara or organizations like the Japanese Red Army, but if I happen to encounter them in trouble, I'll even help them.

"So…sir, you won't…indiscriminately kill?"

I scoffed, about to answer her, when a special report came over the radio: "...At Kodenmacho station, according to passengers running from the subway, a strange smoke was found in the subway cars approaching the station, and some people began to faint. Firefighters are now rushing to the station. A large number of passengers ran to the station's ground exits, and many began to experience symptoms such as constricted pupils, chest tightness, headaches, nausea, and vomiting…"

I gloated, "This is truly retribution! Who knows how many people are still inside the cars." Saying this, I put the safety on my gun and threw it behind the train.

Although Masako was somewhat prepared, she was still stunned. Panic, tension, and worry made her kneeling uneasily.

"If I were to do this, not a single one would escape. Sigh—" I stretched. But if it were really me, I might not be able to bring myself to do it. There are definitely many beautiful young women in the subway cars, and I couldn't bear to kill them. If I were to release them, I would only choose the National Diet Building, Yasukuni Shrine, the Imperial Palace, the Tokyo Stock Exchange, the Japanese military academy, the Prime Minister's Office, the Defense Agency, Self-Defense Force bases, and the Tokyo underground military defense system. Although these places certainly have no shortage of beautiful women, I believe they are all filthy sluts, not worth pitying.

"Hey! Look! That girl on the bus! So sexy and slutty!" At this moment, a van drove alongside me, and several swaying Japanese youths inadvertently noticed that the glamorous woman kneeling in my van was not only dressed sexily but also wearing a dog collar and being led by a leash. Moreover, there was a busty woman in a kimono driving in front of her. Their car was blaring loud pop music, so they didn't hear the important news broadcast on the radio.

I pulled on the leash, dragged Masako's face close to my penis, and lewdly grinned, "Look! Now we have an audience. Put on a great show of passion, let your Japanese people enjoy how their Crown Princess gives a man oral sex! Hahaha!!" I rolled down the car window completely so they could see even more clearly.

Masako, covering her face and bewildered, dared not struggle or resist (probably afraid I might kill them at any moment), nor was she embarrassed to swallow my penis. But she was no match for me. A single forceful press and a threat immediately made her obediently take my penis into her mouth.

The young Japanese men in the neighboring car were immediately dumbfounded. Although they had seen many perverted things, they had probably rarely seen anything as bold and unrestrained as ours. The direct result was that they almost got into a fatal car accident.

Then the young people started shouting and yelling wildly, creating a great commotion. Some were expressing admiration and cheering, some were making lewd expressions and gestures, some were drooling with envy, and one was taking pictures of us frantically, probably intending to post them on pornographic websites.

Eventually, even the people in the surrounding cars knew what was happening in my car.

And I'm sure Seiko knew about the big event taking place in the Tokyo subway.

"How about it? You're giving your subjects a blowjob, what do you think? Haha..." I lifted my leg and put it on Masako's shoulder, pulling her head tightly between my legs, preventing her from escaping.

But with her mouth bulging, Masako could only whimper in response.

"Oh...so good..."

Suddenly, a sudden urge to urinate made me immediately press the head of my penis deep into Masako's mouth and not move it.

"Ah... I need to pee..."

Masako tried to struggle free from me, but failed. A moment later, I forced my urine into her mouth. Most of it was swallowed because I ejaculated so quickly and forcefully that she couldn't refuse. A small portion remained in her mouth; if my large penis hadn't stretched her mouth so wide, it would have overflowed and been photographed.

A while later, like performing in an adult film, I completely stripped Masako of her leather jacket and skirt, pushed her wanton upper body out the car window, and forcefully fucked her two holes from behind. I didn't care what expressions or charm the Crown Princess Masako presented to the audience outside, nor did I pay attention to the radio reports.

However, I could feel the tremors coming from beneath the earth's crust from time to time, some so small they were almost imperceptible. Japan, this island nation, truly deserves its reputation as an earthquake-prone country; its crust is the most unstable in the world. I really wish it would sink to the bottom of the sea, but it's a pity for Japan's beautiful women.

Hmm? In the underground tunnel not far away, a train carrying seven sealed storage tanks bearing the skull and crossbones symbol, escorted by Japanese Self-Defense Force personnel in hazmat suits, was speeding north from Tokyo. This must be Japan's chemical weapons, or at least raw materials for making biological weapons. Could it be that they're overreacting because of the sarin gas attack on the Tokyo subway?

Hmph! You little Japanese bastards, you brought this on yourselves! I immediately channeled my inner energy, instantly opening the numerous precision valves on the seven sealed chemical tanks, allowing the chemicals to leak and evaporate little by little. At

the same time, I placed a screw the size of a lighter on the rails. Instantly, with the violent tremor and my help, the Self-Defense Force train derailed, continuing its journey with immense momentum. The train didn't overturn, and the very thick and sturdy chemical tanks only suffered minor scratches. However, most of the Japanese on the train were killed. The one or two who weren't immediately fatal were better off dead. This outcome shouldn't arouse suspicion from the Japanese that anyone planned this. They can only blame themselves for developing prohibited weapons on an unstable continent.

Now I can open the valves of the chemical tanks to the maximum and let it leak as much as possible! Haha!

Oh? Several heavy-duty sealed doors have been placed before and after the leaking chemical area, blocking the leaking chemicals. This is probably the Japanese's preventative measures and emergency response to a biological attack. This quickly confines the crisis to a certain area, which worries me greatly. I'm worried that the casualties in the Tokyo subway might not be too great. Good! You've got some nerve, Japan!

That's fine too. I now understand how Japan's underground defense system works. When I launch a similar attack, I will definitely destroy these preventative measures first, such as destroying the energy, communication, and control lines within the tunnels and surrounding areas. At that time, the underground will be nothing more than a vast and complex tomb.

But now is not the time. It's frustrating to be unable to fully punish the Japanese.

So I vented my hatred on Masako.

On a truck behind me that kept trying to overtake (also wanting to see what was going on), because I didn't want to attract the attention of the highway surveillance cameras, its front tire suddenly blew out, immediately causing the truck to tilt and overturn on the highway. While it was still sliding, the vehicles behind couldn't avoid it or brake in time, and they began to rear-end each other, some rolling, some piling up, some breaking apart—in short, more and more, quite a spectacular and exciting sight!

Naturally, the cars around me couldn't escape the same fate. After all, I didn't want the Japanese police to notice my car as their investigation deepened, so I could only slowly destroy each car to silence them.

Before crossing the bridge, I had already driven the last car, the one full of young Japanese men, off the overpass, leaving no survivors.

Then I pulled Masako into the car and continued to have sex with her.

However… I… feel… my attempt to silence him just now seems a bit like protesting too much… I think I've overplayed my hand. The events happening underground in Japan, combined with the car accident on the highway, are easily connected. And with Japan's surveillance cameras, they'll definitely notice my "lucky" car. Expanding the search area, they'll inevitably find the vegetables I ravaged in the fields. Further analysis will surely lead them to the conclusion that superhumans are wreaking havoc in Japan.

Sigh! I really didn't think things through. It's all my fault for being so focused on humiliating their Crown Princess and having fun.

Sigh! Oh well, the mistake is made, I won't dwell on it. I should consider what I might encounter. Should

I just fight my way through? All the way to Dongjin?

That would cause a huge commotion, wouldn't it alert the superhumans at the "Temple" base?

What kind of superhumans might Japan have? Since they're collaborating with the Americans on research, that means there must be American superhumans at the base. What kind of abilities might they have? Electricity? Fire? Freezing? The Flash? Magnetism? Wolverine? Or are they color-changing people?

But these don't seem to be long-range attackers, do they? Hmm... Haha! That's alright then! Let's wipe out ten thousand of them, and see how many die. As long as the Japanese don't use missiles... Right, I don't think I'm afraid of missiles! If a missile comes flying at me, although I'm unlikely to catch it, it shouldn't be too difficult to divert or change its trajectory!

Hmm! But I still need to be extra careful, expand the reconnaissance range as much as possible, and be extremely vigilant. By the way, I can also fish in troubled waters along the way and distract the Japanese.

Good! Let me charge towards the "temple," and I'll destroy gods if they stand in my way! I'll slaughter ghosts if I encounter them!

But it's better to roll up the car windows.

The car quickly left Funabashi and headed towards Chiba.

It seemed like no one was paying attention to my car.

Only the radio in the car kept broadcasting reports of the Tokyo subway gas attack and the multi-vehicle collision on the highway, as well as the closure of the highway from Tokyo to Funabashi.

With the Crown Princess of Japan playing along the way, time passed quickly.

We quickly passed through Chiba Prefecture and continued towards Tokyo.

Just as we were about to enter Tokyo, and I was secretly chuckling at how inefficient the Japanese were, a conversation between four Japanese men in a car heading towards Chiba, or perhaps Tokyo, caught my attention. They were clearly from a secret government agency, each carrying weapons under their suits, but definitely not plainclothes police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Who released the gas? What's the purpose?" asked the group leader.

No one could answer him. One of the Japanese men said, "Strange! This morning, we discovered that everyone in the 'detection room' at Narita Airport had mysteriously disappeared, and all the equipment was destroyed, but there were no signs or records of anyone entering."

"And we've received news from Tokyo that Masako Owada is missing! The Crown Princess's bodyguards are either dead or injured!" another Japanese man said.

"Could it be that some superhuman from some country came to Japan last night, then kidnapped the Crown Princess in Tokyo? Releasing gas in the subway is a way to divert attention..." the fourth Japanese man, who was also driving, analyzed.

"Very likely! That means the mysterious disappearance of the people in the Narita Airport 'detection room' is also related to this. Kobayashi-kun, didn't you report this morning that Inoue took leave yesterday to attend a classmate reunion in Narita and hasn't returned to base yet?" The Inoue he mentioned might be one of the Japanese guys I took down in Narita last night. As for the "base" he mentioned, could it be...?

"Could something have happened to him too, Chief?" Kobayashi asked suspiciously.

"Chief! Look! Isn't that the car used by the Black Dragon Society's Tokyo branch? How did it get here?" The Japanese driver pointed at my car and shouted.

In an instant, our cars passed each other. But I could also determine from the Japanese driver's words that they were related to the "Temple" base. What a coincidence! It seems my unintentional diversionary tactic worked.

"Yeah! The driver looks like Koizumi Yuka. Why is she wearing a kimono? And..." The chief gestured with his hand towards his chest, indicating his large breasts.

"Yes! This is too... ah..." Suddenly they screamed hysterically as the car went out of control and crashed into the guardrail beside the highway. A large tree was waiting for them at the bottom of the slope.

Logically, the force of their car shouldn't have been enough to easily break through the guardrail, but I was too kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see them suffer so much from their journey. I thought it better to send them to heaven—no! Hell would be better, at least there are devils with devilish figures in hell! Haha!

Dongjin appears to be a peaceful town, with two highways and a railway passing through it. But I know that as soon as you enter this small town, the number of surveillance cameras, both overt and covert, immediately increases. Even the police patrolling the streets are wary of unfamiliar faces, frequently giving them a wary salute.

The taverns and bars along the roadside are frequented mostly by American sailors and Japanese Self-Defense Force members with prostitutes.

The area stretching over 60 kilometers east from the town to the coast was completely blank on the map. Beyond the town, it was separated by layers of barbed wire, clearly marked as a military restricted area with warnings that trespassers would be shot. Only one road passed through, accessible only to American sailors and Japanese Self-Defense Force vehicles, subject to strict checks at roadside checkpoints.

Inside the reinforced concrete guard post, besides several large-caliber rapid-fire machine guns and searchlights, there were four man-portable missile launchers. Ten combat personnel guarded the post, two of whom were American soldiers.

Because of the distance and my lack of knowledge about the area six kilometers away, I didn't dare to force my way in and cause widespread destruction. I merely rendered all 127 American and Japanese military and police personnel in the town, including the guards at the checkpoint, unconscious, while allowing them to remain standing or moving "normally and freely."

Then I ordered the little female dog to drive off confidently through the town. As for what happened on the other end of the surveillance terminal, that was up to their intelligence. I believed that by the time the "Temple" base noticed anything amiss, I would already be in front of them.

From now on, it was either my death or their complete annihilation!

The bloody feeling grew closer, filling me with both trepidation and excitement.

The roadside was lined with lush, dark green grass, swaying in the sea breeze. If you were outside the car, you could hear the sharp whistling of the Pacific wind blowing past your ears, and the air smelled of the sea.

Warm sunshine, blue sky, white clouds. What perfect weather for reaping lives!

The sea grew clearer and clearer, so blue and vast! The white dots flying freely in the sky were seagulls.

If it weren't for the Japanese and American naval bases ahead, used for military purposes, and the cold warships docked in the naval port, this scenery would surely be breathtaking.

Sure enough, the approaching military vehicles completely shattered the harmony and beauty of the place, not to mention the lustful, greedy black and green eyes casting strange glances from them.

The number of Japanese and American soldiers inside the base was far greater than I had expected. My initial plan to fight my way in and leave no one alive was immediately abandoned. It seemed the "Temple" base wasn't what I was seeing; it was more like the "Sky Ridge" base in Taiwan.

I decided to wait until I was discovered before taking drastic measures, and thus calmly continued forward. Only Masako grew increasingly nervous.

Just as we were about to enter the military base gate, an alarm suddenly blared. Clearly, they had just received word from the forward outpost that an uninvited guest with ulterior motives had arrived.

The base immediately sprang into action, but being regular soldiers with ambitions towards foreign countries, everything was orderly and well-trained. The base gate was heavily guarded, with all kinds of light and heavy weapons set up, and anti-intrusion spikes raised.

Well! Since I'd been discovered, I had no choice but to force my way in; there was no turning back now.

But I don't need to get involved; letting them kill each other is the smartest thing to do! It just means I'll have to put in more effort.

My inner energy immediately surged forth, first controlling the 11 American and Japanese soldiers at the outpost, forcing them to involuntarily and quickly turn their guns towards their comrades gathering inside the base, and fire!

Instantly, a large number of unsuspecting American and Japanese soldiers fell, but the shooting continued.

I don't know what my puppet American and Japanese soldiers are feeling now, how terrified they are. I only know they don't have much time left to be afraid, because eight tanks—the kind of main battle tanks weighing over 50 tons—are arriving from inside the base. The American tanks are M1s, and the Japanese are Type 90s. Moreover, several American Apache attack helicopters are taking off in the distance.

Although I'm still a child (in terms of age), I've often heard that the US and Japan conduct at least ten joint military exercises of varying sizes every year. But those are all aimed at other countries (mainly China, Russia, and North Korea). I think they must never have conducted any adversarial exercises. Both sides must be eager to prove themselves. So I decided to kindly facilitate this, to fulfill their wish of wanting to do something they dare not do.

Sure enough, the tanks of both the US and Japan immediately turned their guns and aimed at each other!

Hey! What are you waiting for? Fire! Seeing that your wish has suddenly been fulfilled, there's no need to be so excited. It's driving me crazy! Okay! I'll press the fire button for you! Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom!

See! It's so simple, just one press and it's done! Wait, something's not right. The tanks of both the US and Japan are unharmed. What happened?

Oh! It turns out they loaded high-explosive shells, not armor-piercing shells. Sigh! These gunners are idiots. Come on! Reload! Don't be shy, everyone makes mistakes, I'll forgive you this once, okay? Aren't you going to start? Want a pay raise and then strike? Fine! I'll do it myself… But which one is armor-piercing? Hmm… This kind of projectile has blue paint and a weird-looking pointed tip, that should be it, okay! I'm loading! OK! Done! Aim again! Fire! Boom—

a Japanese Type 90 tank explodes immediately, hmm! Well done! And it's really fun, much more interesting and exciting than children's toys. No wonder adults are so enthusiastic about war games, and politicians and leaders are also very keen on war games. Okay! Let me have some fun, this is a rare opportunity!

Fire! Boom!

Fire! Boom!

Cool! I hit it really well, I blew off the turret of another American tank! How can one word describe how awesome this is?

Oh no! What about the last tank?

Right, we can also have an exercise with the infantry! Yes! Charge! Crush it! Increase the power! You can even use the machine gun! Rat-a-tat-tat!

Cool! Bombarding, sweeping, and crushing, that's really powerful!

Oops—wrong person, sorry! But you don't have to lie on the ground and refuse to get up! You're really not dedicated to your job at all. I just crushed your legs, and you're going to go on strike and play dead? Look at how much military quality those Japanese soldiers have. Even after I crushed their intestines, heart, liver, and lungs out, they still glared with eyes that could kill. Before they died, they even wanted to melt the tank with their gaze. Learn from them! Clang

clang clang! The bullets fired by the Apache hit the tank with a pleasant sound.

Sigh! This Apache driver! You really need to go back for retraining. Don't you know that the Apache is a tank killer? Do you use machine guns to shoot tanks? Even I, a child, know to use missiles! Come on! I'll teach you, I'll demonstrate for you. Turn on the missile launch button, aim, and press it! Look! The missile flew out, didn't it? Great shot! One shot, done!

Okay! Now let's have an Apache helicopter showdown, one against many, right turn, oh wait! It's not flying towards the ground! Thud! Oops! It crashed headfirst! And it's shattered into pieces, dragging innocent spectators on the ground down with it!

This…this…this…it seems…it's because I didn't handle it well, but can you blame me? It's its first time operating one, it hasn't even had any training. It really proves the saying: "Everything is difficult at the beginning!"

Now I'll try another one.

Damn! Crashed again! And the way it crashed was so ugly, it's utterly embarrassing!

I'll try another one.

Hmm! Much better this time, and I successfully turned around, but I was accidentally knocked down by an Apache rushing from behind. Logically, its behavior constitutes malicious collision, a violation that should result in a red card and disqualification, but there's no referee, oh well! Anyway, it's not much better off than me! So, after circling around in the sky a few times, it came down to apologize. I forgave it and had to get another one!

This time, it wobbled around in the air for a while, its movements were awkward, but I eventually figured out how to operate this complicated attack helicopter.

Then, it was all about aiming! Firing! Locking on! Firing!

Yes! Done! One to six, not counting the first three, of course!

These aerial super toys are really fun!

Alright! Now for the third air-to-ground combat exercise! I lock on, fire! I don't lock on, but I still fire!

Ugh! We used up all our missiles in no time! We even used air-to-air missiles on the ground, sigh! What a letdown! I'll have to use the machine gun!

Dive! Strafe!

That's so exhilarating! One sweep, a whole bunch wiped out!

Damn! A little Japanese guy tried to sneak up on me from behind, carrying a man-portable air-to-air missile, but luckily I spotted him in time and destroyed it instantly. I controlled the rapidly launched missile to fly towards the naval port, and it seems to have landed on a Japanese anti-submarine warship.

Taking advantage of the chaos, I let the little bitch continue forward.

Anyone who wants to mess with me, I'll let them fight someone else one-on-one.

In an instant, the base was filled with the sounds of gunfire, blood splattering, and howls of wolves.

Dogs fighting dogs, both dying!

Owada Masako was terrified, cowering in my arms, trembling.

I wasn't worried at all that the US and Japan would escalate the matter and make it public knowledge; otherwise, their political future would be over. So they would just have to swallow their pride and bear the pain themselves. Even if they suspected a certain country or person, the fact remained that they were firing at each other, and even the strongest relationships would be fractured. Therefore, I didn't need to get out of the car and do anything myself. Dogs fighting dogs, ghosts fighting ghosts, was the ideal, most economical, and most effective solution.

I would destroy all the communication equipment and lines within the base, using weapons from the US and Japan. Of course, the most important thing was to find a road leading to the "Temple" base.

I discovered a road to the north of the base, with the sea on one side and cliffs on the other, extending northwards. The sea was a naval port, with various US and Japanese warships docked there. The cliffs were equipped with various radars, guns, and missiles. This matched the photos taken by Chinese military satellites. The "Temple" base was at the end of this road, about 100 kilometers away.

I guided the female dog along the route I specified, avoiding the ongoing life-or-death battle between the two sides.

Occasionally, stray bullets were either intercepted (airbursts) or their impact points were altered. In short, my vehicle remained safe.

A few American and Japanese officers who weren't involved in the dogfight still spotted my car and actually ordered it to be fired upon. Of course, I let them die a pathetic death, but unfortunately, the American and Japanese naval vessels near the coast learned that an uninvited vehicle was speeding towards the "Temple" base. They then aimed all sorts of naval guns and missiles at me, forcing me into a fourth naval combat exercise.

So, I chose an American Aegis destroyer for the confrontation, since it was packed with all sorts of missiles! The most numerous were Tomahawk cruise missiles.

To be honest, I didn't know how to operate the complex launch procedure, but I knew mechanical controls. I opened all the missile silos, and to the sailors' astonishment, the missiles in the missile magazine climbed onto the conveyor belt on their own. Once in their launch positions, I launched them, adjusting their trajectories and directions only after they were airborne, sending them hurtling towards the warships.

In no time, the entire naval port became a living hell, a veritable feast of death.

The captain of the Aegis destroyer only came to his senses at this moment, yelling for the missiles to detonate immediately. But the ships in the naval port were too close together; the missiles took no more than six seconds from launch to reaching their furthest targets. The detonation time was far too short and rushed—either too late or too early. Detonating too early would be suicide, so I didn't stop the missile self-destruction procedure that was already underway in the command center.

What goes around comes around! Besides, this ship had been stained with the blood of countless people; it deserved its natural end. As expected, the Aegis destroyer's self-destruction triggered another missile that was already launching, which in turn triggered another missile that had just entered its silo. In just one second, the Aegis destroyer was torn to pieces, and the massive, terrifying shockwave could probably be felt even in Chiba Prefecture. But I can understand the captain's decision; otherwise, the ships that had just been attacked wouldn't just have been severely damaged, but would certainly have sunk completely in a new wave of attacks, resulting in even greater losses of life.

It's a pity there are no aircraft carriers here. It's also a pity that this warship, worth billions of dollars, is now just scrap metal on the seabed, even harming the fish.

Just as the firepower from the cliffs was about to pour down on me, I struck again.

The Japanese were instantly torn to pieces, a gruesome sight.

I sped along, slaughtering as I went.

Suddenly, I discovered that five kilometers ahead, on and along the roadside, there were highly destructive explosive devices, arranged in a chain. I guessed that the blast would be enough to destroy seven main battle tanks within its radius. The explosive device seemed to be more than just detonated by wires; it was quite complex…

Never mind, I'll destroy the wires first.

*Snap!

Boom!* A

massive explosion! A large crater appeared in the road, and even a section of the roadside cliff collapsed from the blast. The falling debris quickly filled the crater. The road was destroyed, but we had to keep going.

This explosive device must have a sensitive anti-bomb disposal mechanism, or perhaps a remote detonation device.

When the car reached the blast site, the little dog hesitated and asked me what to do.

I smiled and ignored her, secretly channeling my inner energy. The car rose into the air and flew over the obstacle.

Yako looked at me in surprise, while the little dog screamed with a mixture of admiration and excitement, making me worry that my "soul-stealing" technique had failed.

The problem was, another such explosive device appeared six kilometers ahead. Having witnessed its power, I wouldn't be so arrogant as to let the car fly over it, so I had no choice but to destroy it as well.

The slaughter continued unabated along the way, with several armed helicopters flying by, but I shot them all down.

Only four F-15 fighter jets posed a bit of a problem; they launched missiles at me from seven or eight kilometers away. Fortunately, I was able to deflect all these unguided and uncontrolled missiles. By the time the F-15s were about to launch their second wave of missiles, they were already within my range to shoot them down. So, those four fighter jets either crashed into the sea or struck cliffs.

Alas! If I had sold them to Colonel Chen, I could have gotten a good price. What a waste of billions of dollars.

Then I destroyed several artillery pieces, heavy machine gun positions, radar, and missile launchers ahead. The end of the road appeared six kilometers away.

That was the "Temple" base. Its gate was located on a cliff face at the end of the road. Various weapons were hidden in concealed positions within the ravine, and a huge spiderweb-like antenna covered the entire ravine, disguised as green vegetation. If observed by satellite or high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, the ravine would be completely undetectable. However, Chinese military spy satellites showed that the road disappeared there, so even a fool would know there was a secret military base there. The

area within several kilometers—by the sea, underwater, and on the mountain—was heavily fortified.

Unfortunately for them, they encountered me. All this formidable defense and powerful firepower became tools to prove my capabilities.

In an instant, I destroyed all the firepower in the ravine, while I remained five kilometers away.

However, a Japanese officer-looking soldier shouted orders, urgently recalling the "God Envoy Squad," especially ordering the "Great God" in Narita to return immediately.

Then, I saw the base gate open, and seven people emerged.

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