Chapter 255

Everyone felt a suffocating sense of threat.

This slacker boy has reached this step?

Even Isayama Mei found it hard to maintain calm.

Just a lucky guy, and he reached this level in two months?

A few months surpassed over a decade of her life-risking training, all thanks to maxed-out resources?

Sky Screen.

Sky Screen.

Sky Screen!!!

Jealousy, hatred, disbelief, and other complex emotions intertwined in Isayama Mei's eyes.

"Alright, calm down, Kazuma."

At this time.

Haruno spoke.

Watching Kazuma snort coldly and dispel the longbow, she smiled at Isayama Mei: "Ms. Isayama, you've seen it too. In the Mutual Aid Association, I'm just a mortal who helps this group of big shots handle chores.

I really can't agree to your request.

However, Kazuma is also right about one thing..."

She repeated flatly: "The Mutual Aid Association is a private organization and cannot accept military mobilization. Thank you very much for the news you brought, Ms. Isayama.

But as for the rest, I can only apologize."

Isayama Mei still wanted to say something.

Haruno narrowed her eyes: "The Fujiwara family, the Minamoto family, and the Shijo family all mean the same thing."

As the Mutual Aid Association developed to this point, its network of relationships had been developed by her to be intricate, and even reached the Federation.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to get the Federation's most advanced heavy firepower.

Isayama Mei's face turned blue and white, and finally she laughed in anger.

"Good, good, good, using those few to pressure me, right? We'll see."

As people walked away.

Conference hall.

"Finally gone."

Kazuma slumped on the stool like a deflated ball: "This really isn't a job for humans. Don't look for me next time, let Kiyotaka do it; he looks fierce."

Damn it.

This job is really tiring.

I heard that Subaru used to do this, it's really pitiful...

Eh, no, that guy Ang doesn't need to pretend; he's a naive youth by nature.

Yukino shook her head: "Kiyotaka's identity was exposed long ago. Using a politician's son as a naive youth is just too insulting."

"Alright."

Kazuma slumped on the table, asking weakly: "Then what do we do? We can't just watch, right?"

"As long as you live in this world, you will leave traces."

Haruno smiled lightly and pushed over a stack of documents.

Even if all the Deep Ones are silenced, so what? Based on their movement routes, is it hard to infer the possible entrances?

It's the information Confidential Confidential Age.

Who knows how many supercomputers there are.

"However..."

Haruno looked at Isayama Mei's dignified figure downstairs and frowned slightly.

This Isayama Mei... seems to have a problem.

Should I remind Yomi?

In terms of identity, it doesn't seem appropriate for her, who barely counts as a friend, to say such things that alienate other people's family relationships.

This line of thinking could be thought of even by the teenagers of the Mutual Aid Association.

Naturally, the think tanks of various countries wouldn't miss it.

Almost as soon as they arrived in Japan, data, monitoring, etc., from all over Tokyo were forcibly taken away.

Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the top supernatural families from all over the world came again.

Forty minutes later, under the world's most cutting-edge supercomputer, the possibilities of each entrance were listed, and they entered a tight investigation.

One hour and twenty minutes later, seven entrances were discovered.

Deep Ones and the supernatural forces of various countries' military entered into tentative exchanges of fire, and the roar of artillery fire appeared in every corner of Tokyo.

"Evacuate, we must evacuate Tokyo citizens immediately. The entire Tokyo city, no civilians are allowed to stay."

Government building.

The highest person in charge of the Federation's supernatural team, a burly man with a beard named Agle, pounded the table and roared.

"There are too many of them. If this continues, with current weapons like machine guns and rockets, we can't suppress the opponent at all!"

Just eight hours.

They lost tens of millions of dollars, plus twenty-two Tyrant experimental subjects.

The former is fine, but the cost of each of the latter is tens of millions of dollars.

These are all funds that he could stuff into his own pocket.

His heart was dripping blood.

Although he added a zero and reported a loss of over 120...

Hmm, such obedient top-Third Third Tier combat weapons are really easy to sell.

The orthodox Ming Dynasty is in the United States, I don't deceive myself.

"Sumimasen!"

Japanese Prime Minister A-Xiong, in a neat suit, bowed ninety degrees immediately.

Very apologetic.

"I don't want your sumimasen, I want you to evacuate the masses immediately. Next, we need to use tactical weapons such as thermobaric bombs and tactical nuclear weapons. We must avoid large-scale humanitarian disasters and affect my Federation's reputation."

Damn it, from the appearance of the Sky Screen until now.

As long as you aren't an idiot, you can feel the arrival of a great era.

Whether the Federation, as the former hegemon of the world, can continue to maintain its hegemonic status is currently in doubt.

We must start paying attention to our eating manners.

"Sumimasen!!"

A-Xiong bowed deeply again immediately.

"You, fucking, bastard!!!"

Agle laughed in anger.

As expected of your national essence, the country of bowing craftsmen.

I was wrong, but you won't change even if you die, right?

"Fine, fine, fine, one hour later, my Federation military will use fuel-air bombs. I don't care how you deal with it, anyway, I don't want to hear a word of slander against my Federation."

"Hontou ni sumimasen————!!"

A-Xiong knelt directly and performed a *dogeza* apology.

What else could Agle say?

He could only leave behind a sentence: "Know the missing population of Japan in the last half year, if you calculate the number of monsters..." before walking away hatefully.

Prime Minister A-Xiong then wiped his sweat and stood up.

What a joke.

Empty Tokyo's population?

That would mean Japan's economy wouldn't just be cut in half, it would be jumping off a building.

It's even more serious than the consequences of being smashed by Saber and Uncle B in the Sky Screen.

It's just some cheap commoners dying, is it worth it?

Keeping the masses ignorant with "happy education" for so long still has its effects; isn't it easy to brush things off with some random excuse?