Chapter 259: Killing a Chicken Doesn't Require a Butcher's Knife!

A hole the size of a fist was melted into the front of the pickup, precisely hitting the engine core.

The car stalled directly, sliding for more than ten meters with blue smoke before stopping.

Three rioters were seen climbing out of the truck bed in a sorry state, still wanting to grab their guns.

The Yinglong's mechanical foot stepped down gently.

Crack.

The three guns were crushed into scrap metal.

As soon as the three looked up, they saw the Yinglong's left arm laser turret rotating toward them.

Xiao Liu was just about to fire.

The three looked at each other and immediately raised their hands: "We surrender, surrender!"

Xiao Liu glanced at the three and said: "Hold your heads and squat on the side, wait for disposal."

At 8:00 AM, the entire Kyushu Island was completely controlled.

Time taken: three hours and twenty minutes.

Forty minutes ahead of schedule.

"Too easy, right?" Wang Hao muttered in the control room, "I haven't fired many missiles yet!"

"Isn't easy good?" Chen Guang pulled up the casualty statistics, "Our side has zero casualties, captured 8,400 enemy troops, seized equipment... basically all scrap metal."

"I mean, it wasn't satisfying!"

"You want satisfying?" Li Yang's voice suddenly interjected from the channel, "There's a tough battle over on Honshu Island."

The screen switched.

Honshu Island, Tokyo Bay outer sea.

The situation here is much more complex.

Tokyo is the capital after all; although power and communications are paralyzed, underground facilities are perfect, and the core power of the right-wing die-hards is hidden here.

More importantly, the meaning represented by the lock.

"National Diet Building, Ministry of Defense, Imperial Palace..." Li Yang marked red dots on the map, "These places, they will definitely defend to the death."

"Then just fight our way in," Wang Hao rubbed his hands.

"Can't storm," Feng Yan's voice joined the discussion.

"Those buildings are also considered cultural heritage, although only Foot-Basin-Chicken people think so. But blowing them up directly will cause international public opinion to say we are destroying civilization."

"Then what to do?"

Li Yang pulled up a new tactical plan: "Use mech frog-leap."

At 9:00 AM, over Tokyo.

Twelve Jigan mechs were equipped with special somersault cloud platforms, a type of small suspension thruster that allows mechs to glide and jump short distances between city buildings.

Objective: National Diet Building.

"Operation start."

The first Jigan leaped from the somersault cloud platform two hundred meters high, the back thrusters ignited, gliding over three high-rise buildings, and landing precisely on the roof of the National Diet Building.

Bang!

The mechanical feet crushed the concrete, and the mech crouched to buffer.

"Point A occupied."

The second, third... all twelve mechs landed within thirty seconds, controlling all entrances and exits on the roof of the building.

"Descend, enter the interior of the building."

The Jigan's mechanical arm fired a grappling hook, hooking the edge of the roof, and then slid down the outer wall of the building quickly like special forces rappelling.

Each mech selected a floor and crashed through the windows to rush in.

Inside the National Diet Building, it was chaotic.

Legislators were hiding in the conference room, some arguing, some praying, some secretly destroying documents.

Then the windows shattered.

A Jigan crashed in, its optical sensors scanning the room.

"Everyone, hands on your heads, lie on the ground!" the mech's loudspeaker issued a Japanese warning.

Someone still wanted to run.

The Jigan raised its arm and fired a capture net.

Zzz—the electrified net covered the escapee, and the high-voltage current on the net made him twitch and fall to the ground.

"Who else wants to try?"

The room went quiet.

The legislators all lay down obediently, not daring to move.

The same scene played out simultaneously at the Ministry of Defense, the Metropolitan Police Department, and the headquarters of major political parties.

The core of the mech frog-leap tactic is "decapitation"—skipping ground defenses and taking the command hub directly.

At 11:00 AM, all key government agencies in Tokyo were controlled.

But the so-called Imperial Palace of Foot-Basin-Chicken hadn't been touched yet.

That place was too sensitive.

Li Yang personally piloted the Yinglong and arrived at the square outside the Imperial Palace.

He opened the public broadcast channel and broadcasted in Japanese:

"The Emperor and all members of the Imperial Family, please walk out of the Imperial Palace and surrender within thirty minutes."

"If overtime, we will dismantle the wall and enter."

"Repeat, just thirty minutes, no waiting after the time is up."

The broadcast spread throughout the Imperial Palace area through the mech loudspeaker, and also spread throughout the country through the taken-over broadcast network.

Inside the Imperial Palace, there was dead silence.

Time passed second by second.

At twenty-eight minutes, the main gate of the Imperial Palace slowly opened.

An old man wearing traditional clothing walked out, supported by attendants, followed by dozens of Imperial Family members.

The old man looked up at the fifteen-meter-tall Yinglong, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word in the end.

He just silently raised his hands.

Everyone behind him followed suit and raised their hands.

"327 Imperial Family members and senior officials, all surrendered," Li Yang reported, "Imperial Palace controlled."

Feng Yan received the news in the Longyin control room and nodded: "Very good. Now only—"

He looked at the northernmost end of the map:

"Hokkaido left."

That was where the last organized resistance forces of Foot-Basin-Chicken were gathered, about twelve thousand people.

They were also the craziest die-hards.

Li Yang said in the channel: "Give me six hours."

"No," Feng Yan shook his head, "I'll give you nine hours. I want the battle to end with zero casualties."

"Understood."

Li Yang turned and looked north.

The energy core in the mech's chest emitted a low hum, as if accumulating power.

And on the streets of Tokyo, Longguo's engineering mechs had already moved in.

They weren't here to destroy, but to build.

The first thing was to repair the power grids and water pipes destroyed by rioters.

The second thing was to set up temporary material distribution points on the streets; this time it wasn't compressed biscuits, but hot rice, miso soup, and canned food produced in Longguo.

An old Tokyo woman received a meal box and asked the Longguo soldier distributing materials hesitantly: "This... does it cost money?"

The soldier replied in stiff Japanese: "It's free. Eat up, don't cause trouble."

The old woman's eyes reddened, bowing: "Thank you... thank you..."

The soldier waved his hand and turned to move the next box of materials.

In the distance, several young right-wingers hiding in the alley watched this scene, slowly putting down the sticks in their hands.

"They are actually distributing food?"

"Didn't the media say Longguo people are all demons..."

"Are we... being lied to?"

No one answered.

But some smart people had already begun to rethink the pros and cons.

At 2:00 PM, Li Yang led the mech troops onto the transport plane and flew north.

The Hokkaido decisive battle was about to begin.

And in a higher orbit, the laser emission array of the Heaven's Punishment base module was slowly adjusting its angle.

In its viewfinder, the terrain map of Hokkaido was reflected.

Chen Guang looked at the monitoring data and whispered to himself:

"Although they say killing a chicken doesn't require a butcher's knife, I still hope... I don't have to use you." ===== CHAPTER 260 =====