Chapter 252: Foot-Basin-Chicken

Two in the morning, Tokyo, Longguo Military Garrison Command.

The three-story concrete building stood silently in the night, with only the faint light of the sentry tower on the roof.

On the perimeter wall, the sign "Longguo East Sea Theater Garrison Military Control Command in Foot-Basin-Chicken" gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Sentry Xiao Li stood in the guard post, yawned, and rubbed his eyes.

He was twenty-one years old, had been in the service for three years, and had just arrived in Foot-Basin-Chicken a few days ago with the relief troops to carry out military control tasks.

This job was more boring than he had imagined; most of the time was spent standing guard, patrolling, and watching those Foot-Basin-Chicken officials go to work and leave on time.

"Xiao Li, if you're sleepy, go wash your face," the squad leader's voice came through the headset, "four more hours until the shift change."

"Understood, Squad Leader," Xiao Li unscrewed his military canteen and took a sip of water.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of car lights flashing at the street corner out of the corner of his eye.

Two large trucks were slowly driving from different directions, their headlights off, their engine sounds suppressed to a very low level.

"Situation," Xiao Li was immediately alert, pressing his headset.

"A2 post reporting, two unidentified trucks are slowly approaching, requesting confirmation."

The command center replied quickly: "Monitoring has been retrieved, the license plates are forged. Xiao Li, immediately retreat into the building, repeat, immediately retreat—"

Before the words were finished.

One of the trucks suddenly accelerated, its engine emitting a harsh roar, like an out-of-control beast charging toward the command headquarters gate!

"Enemy attack—!"

Xiao Li shouted while raising his gun, but the truck was too fast.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters—

BOOM!!!

The three-ton truck slammed into the alloy gate, the front of the truck deformed instantly, but the gate didn't budge.

This was a specially made Longguo military blast-proof door, capable of withstanding the impact of a tank.

However, at the moment of impact, the truck's cargo door popped open.

Inside were densely packed gasoline barrels, and... a dozen people with explosives strapped to their bodies, their eyes filled with madness.

"The Great River Nation will never submit!!!"

The old man leading them roared as he lit the fuse.

"For the Heaven-Emperor—!"

BOOM!!!!

An explosion ten times more violent than before rang out.

Although the blast-proof door didn't break, the shockwave shattered all the windows of the command headquarters, and flames poured in through the gaps in the gate, instantly igniting the first-floor lobby.

"Headquarters under attack! Repeat, headquarters under attack!" Xiao Li was knocked to the ground by the shockwave, and the squad leader's urgent voice came through the headset.

"All personnel evacuate according to the plan! Mech troops, deploy!"

Almost simultaneously, two other Longguo garrison facilities in Tokyo were also attacked.

One was a logistics warehouse, where rioters used homemade rocket launchers to blast through the perimeter wall and rushed in to commit arson.

The other was an officers' dormitory, where five modified cars crashed directly into the courtyard, and people jumping out of the cars threw homemade Molotov cocktails at everyone they saw.

Three attacks, less than three minutes apart.

It was clearly a meticulously planned coordinated action.

Inside the underground bunker of the command headquarters, Major General Yang Rui, the highest-ranking Longguo commander in Foot-Basin-Chicken, stared at the monitoring screen, his face livid.

The screen was divided into three sections, showing real-time footage of the three attack points.

"Casualties," his voice was as cold as ice.

"Preliminary statistics..." a staff officer said.

"Three minor injuries at the headquarters, all from shattered glass."

"At the warehouse... 12 guards, 3 seriously injured, 9 slightly injured. Dormitory area... 7 civilian officers are trapped on the second floor, and the fire is spreading."

Yang Rui clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

It had only been twenty-seven days since the surrender document was signed.

Is this never going to end?

"How many rioters?" he asked.

"Adding the three locations together... at least four hundred. All right-wing extremists, judging by their clothing and slogans, they are from the 'God-Crazy Revival Society' and the 'Respect-Emperor Punish-Traitors Team'."

"Equipment?"

"Homemade explosives, gasoline bottles, a few shotguns and old-fashioned rifles. The threat level is not high, but it is a completely suicidal attack."

Yang Rui was silent for three seconds, then pressed the communication button:

"Initiate 'Cleaning Procedure'."

"Authorized to use non-lethal weapons. But if attacked... lethal force is permitted."

The moment the order was given, the gate of the command headquarters' underground garage opened with a roar.

Twelve Jigan-3S special combat mechs started simultaneously, their dark blue optical sensors lighting up in the darkness.

These mechs were four point two meters tall, painted in matte black, and their arms were equipped with high-pressure water cannons, sonic dispersers, and capture net launchers.

The pilots had already learned everything that had just happened through real-time communication, and their eyes were cold.

"Group One, responsible for clearing the headquarters, rescue is the priority."

"Group Two, go to the warehouse, I want the fire under control within five minutes."

"Group Three, dormitory area, bring all trapped officers out safely."

A synchronized response echoed through the channel: "Understood!"

The mech engines roared, and the vector thrusters spewed light blue exhaust flames.

The first Jigan rushed out of the garage, crossing the burning truck wreckage in a few steps.

Pilot Xiao Zhou saw the scene outside through the panoramic screen: a sea of fire, thick smoke, and those rioters screaming madly in the flames.

An old man holding a Molotov cocktail rushed over while cursing: "Go to hell, Longguo bastards—!"

Xiao Zhou was expressionless, manipulating the mech to raise its right arm.

Pshhh.

The high-pressure water cannon sprayed a column of water, and the old man flew backward as if hit by a truck, slamming into the wall and fainting on the spot.

The Molotov cocktail slipped from his hand and hit the ground, exploding into a small cluster of sparks.

"First one," Xiao Zhou said in a low voice.

The mech continued to advance.

Inside the command headquarters building, several rioters were smashing the computers at the console.

"Burn! Burn it all! Don't let the Longguo people control us!"

"Smash these—"

Before the words were finished, the wall behind them collapsed with a roar.

The Jigan mech crashed through the concrete wall and rushed in, its optical sensors locking onto everyone holding weapons.

"Drop your weapons and lie on the ground," the mech's loudspeaker broadcasted in Japanese, "This is the final warning."

The rioters were stunned.

A young man suddenly turned red-eyed and raised his shotgun: "I'll fight you to the death—!"

Bang!

The bullet hit the mech's chest armor, sparking, not even leaving a scratch.

Xiao Zhou sighed.

The capture net launcher activated, and an electrified alloy net shot out, instantly wrapping around the young man.

High-voltage current was released, the young man twitched twice and passed out.

"Take them all down," Xiao Zhou said.

Five minutes later, all sixteen rioters in the command headquarters were subdued, either knocked out by water cannons or taken down by electric nets.

And all of this was being broadcast live by the cameras on the mechs.

This was Yang Rui's order.

"Since they want to perform, let them perform for the whole world to see."

The live broadcast was synchronized to major platforms in Longguo, with a simple and crude title:

【Live Coverage of Quelling the Chaos in Tokyo】

At 2:15 AM, most Longguo citizens were already asleep, but night owls discovered the live broadcast immediately and forwarded it frantically.

"Holy crap! Again?!"

"Hasn't it only been twenty-seven days since they surrendered? Not even a month, is this bunch ever going to end?!"

"Look at the mechs! Jigan is out!"

"The power of this water cannon... people are being sprayed away."

"Deserved! Hit them to death!"

The comments were moving so fast they were almost unreadable.

Old Wu's barbecue stall was open all night today, originally to watch the news rebroadcast of the Heaven's Punishment base test, but he didn't expect to wait for something even more exciting.

"This bunch of Foot-Basin-Chicken people really don't have a memory!" a customer slammed the table, shaking over his beer mug.

Old Wu used his mechanical arm to flip the meat skewers without looking up: "Dogs can't stop eating shit. Last time they rammed the platform, this time they bombed the garrison, next time they'll probably throw a nuke."

"They have to have one first!"

"I'm talking about that crazy drive." ===== CHAPTER 253 =====