Chapter 288

However... Japan's missing population in the last half year?

A-Xiong frowned.

Hmm, indeed, Deep Ones are also transformed from humans, if you know the number of missing people, you know an upper limit.

"Honda, organize the missing numbers for the last half year for me."

A-Xiong, who had restored his superior posture, ordered coldly.

Five minutes later.

A-Xiong held the number clearly marked "828,462," and was so scared that his breath almost dissipated.

Shaking all over...

My dear mother, even if only a quarter are Deep Ones, 200,000 Deep Ones, that kind of monster that charges through ten thousand troops and has sonic booms with one punch?

Hiss————!

A-Xiong's hair exploded.

Then how can humans fight?

Just surrender directly?

The total sum of Transcendents in the world before didn't even reach 200,000, right?

Most were still making up the numbers.

"Hontoni Sumimasen"

The person in charge of the Metropolitan Police Department below saw it was bad and immediately bowed 90 degrees.

"Wait, you didn't settle all those homicide cases without bodies and suicide cases as missing persons, right?"

I don't know how many

If all of this were to be counted, then nothing would be outrageous anymore.

"Hontoni sumimasen..."

"What about the second half of last year? I want to hear the real numbers."

"Hontoni hontoni sumimasen————!"

The person in charge bowed again.

He was also quite embarrassed; how could he possibly know how many people had actually gone missing?

Isn't it necessary to have a nice case-clearance rate and a nice public security situation?

A-Xiong took a deep breath.

He suddenly felt that people like this who don't solve problems and only know how to bow should all be lined up and shot.

No, use cannon execution.

"Forget it, just make up a number, let's say 300,000, and tell those foreign devils in the Federation that the estimated number of Deep Ones is 30,000."

Ten minutes later.

"Alright, Amon, you don't need to investigate anymore; the Prime Minister said the missing population for the half-year is 100,000, and the estimated number of Deep Ones is 18,000."

Half an hour later.

"Missing population 50,000, estimated Deep Ones 8,000... go."

One has to at least pay attention to Japan's face, right?

Just like in the past, when they classified homicides as suicides.

………

For three whole days, the people of Tokyo saw such a dense influx of private jets for the first time.

The public security of all of Tokyo continued to slide amidst constant roaring.

Bombings that used to shock the whole country couldn't even make the headlines now; in fact, people just roll their eyes when they hear the news.

Say it's a natural gas explosion or a propane tank explosion, and everyone understands immediately.

Do you take me for someone who hasn't watched the Fuyuki Holy Grail War?

Damn, it's definitely a Servant that's appeared.

Unease is spreading.

Especially when seeing those big shots constantly leaving Japan for various reasons like visits and investments.

If one is observant, they might even find that their relatives are also being continuously sent out of Japan.

Thus, panic occurred.

Some became more irritable, punching and kicking their parents at the slightest provocation.

Some became silent, training in magecraft frantically, attempting to grasp the power to protect their families.

Some were heartless, still thinking about today's half-price bento.

And beneath the surface.

The war between humans and monsters had reached its most intense moment.

Finally.

……

In the north.

Amidst a pile of broken walls and ruins.

The highest official of the Federation's base in Tokyo clutched his chest, looked at the monsters covering the sky like dark clouds, and pressed a button with a loud laugh.

"Don't underestimate humanity, monsters."

A scorching hell that annihilated everything bloomed from the earth.

Leaving behind only a faint, self-deprecating remark.

"I really shouldn't have trusted the data from those bastards."

God damn 1,800.

The ones coming to besiege the base alone are over 10,000.

……

On the other side of the ocean.

The big shots in the Federation who received the news almost vomited blood: Son of a bitch, did you hear that, son of a bitch, you Japanese bastards.

Their hearts were bleeding.

The losses were too outrageous.

More importantly, all of this was because of those idiot Japanese politicians and their so-called face????.

160. Holy crap, is it the end of the world again?

In the north.

Tokyo Transcendent Base.

"Are you kidding me? God damn 800!!!"

Honor, the First Knight of France, roared while swinging his greatsword to split two Deep Ones in half.

"I want to crush the heads of those motherfucking politicians."

In the end, the data the Japanese officials gave them was that the actual missing population for the past six months was just over 10,000, and the predicted total number of Deep Ones was no more than 1,000.

And before him...

Looking at the layers upon layers of green, eye-dazzling Deep One army, even he gasped.

These bastards were impervious to blades and guns; only armor-piercing rounds could barely chip away at them.

They were immensely strong, capable of easily flipping over main battle tanks weighing dozens of tons.

Their speed was extremely fast, approaching in an instant.

They were basically a bunch of teenage versions of the Hulk; maybe a bit weaker, but this was a damn army of ten thousand.

"Boss, we can't hold on."

His deputy, Merville, ran over, covered in blood and in a sorry state.

Honor took a deep breath and quickly made a decision.

"Let's go, we're going underground to strike directly at the nest of these motherfuckers; in that narrow environment, their numerical advantage won't be able to be deployed."

"What about the base?"

"Blow it up, give these beasts a big gift."

The two smiled with some relief; as long as they didn't have to face these beasts that seemed impossible to kill, it was fine.