Chapter 1033

In the underground parking lot of the National Public Safety Commission, two dark gray heavy-duty transport trailers were parked side by side under the lights. The markings on the front had been erased, and the cargo compartments were sealed metal boxes, appearing from the outside like ordinary logistics trucks, but the body thickness far exceeded standard, with Toyota's specially made special steel sandwich layer, capable of withstanding impacts at the level of rocket-propelled grenades.

On the ground beside the trailers, two public security police officers in dark combat uniforms were conducting the final inspection.

When Public Security Police Godai Yusuke and Tsugawa Shouichi stepped out of the elevator, neither was wearing their usual casual attire.

Godai wore a dark gray long-sleeved combat uniform with the collar fastened tightly.

Tsugawa Shouichi wore a dark green short-sleeved shirt, over which he had put on a black tactical vest, the muscle lines on his arms clearly visible under the lights.

Both men walked quickly, but their expressions were calm, as if they were on a routine patrol.

"Ready."

"Let's go!"

Godai Yusuke boarded the first trailer first.

He entered the interior of the cargo compartment, which had been converted into a mobile command cabin, with communication equipment and monitoring screens embedded in the walls, and a foldable seat in the corner.

He sat down, fastened his seatbelt, and closed his eyes.

The compartment door closed from the outside, and the latch emitted a dull metallic clang.

Golem and Tracker 2000 are already ready!

Tsugawa Shouichi boarded the second trailer, similarly took a seat, and similarly closed his eyes.

The Mechanical Dragon Twister has also been fully tuned.

The engines of both trailers ignited simultaneously, a low rumble echoing in the underground parking lot.

Then they drove out of the garage one after the other, merging into the traffic heading northeast on Nagoya's streets at five in the morning.

Final Weapon, deployed!

Nanko Taro stood by the window of the National Public Safety Commission office in Nagatacho, watching the taillights of the two trailers disappear around the corner, and gave a slight nod.

For decades, it has been us, these people, these roots embedded underground, who have been supporting this nation.

His mobile phone screen was still lit in his hand, displaying the confirmation messages sent separately by Godai and Tsugawa: "Departed" and "Received."

He put his phone on the desk, then pressed his right hand against his waist.

The Imperial Stone is heating up!

Black Sun, craving battle!

Nanko Taro stared at the computer screen, and soon noticed that Vikram was heading steadily north.

To the north of Nagoya is———

Nagano Prefecture?!

Could it be?!

Nanko Taro's gaze sharpened.

Indeed, on the other side, the public security police's Final Weapons have just been deployed, but they still need time to reach the scene.

Our Indian Superman has already staged a real-life dawn shrimp-catching operation!

That battered secondhand Santana, in the hands of these South Asian individuals, is practically comparable to Fujiwara Takumi's AE86!

That speed—sparks were flying from the tires all along the road!

And the Japanese police's Toyota Crown was never meant to be a pursuit vehicle, so this time it was instantly flung far behind!

Rear!

After shaking off the Japanese police's pursuit, the Santana switched vehicles in an abandoned parking lot on the outskirts of Nagoya City, exchanging it for a pre-prepared white minivan, with a forged license plate bearing a Nagano Prefecture number.

Three South Asian accomplices took turns driving in the front seat, while Vikram sat alone in the rear. The dark gray membrane on his chest was no longer cracked, the fissures slowly closing.

The energy of the Nerve Severing Bullet is being metabolized bit by bit by his body, although the speed is much slower than normal, the signs of recovery are clear.

He placed his hand on his chest, feeling the temperature of that membrane beneath his palm, then closed his eyes.

Already, there's nothing left to do.

Now the only thing we can do is go all in! Prematurely awaken the Super Ancient Relic, open the Path to Takamagahara!

The minivan entered the Chuo Expressway, speeding toward Nagano Prefecture.

The continuous humming sound of the wheels rolling over the road surface echoed inside the vehicle, while outside the windows lay the deepest darkness before dawn.

I flick my sleeve, not taking a single cloud with me.

But I left behind a ground full of wails, with as many as twenty or more injured, nearly ten of whom suffered fractures or worse—police officers!

Nagoya's media center, the situation has already completely spiraled out of control!

Fuji TV's Hisaka Akiko stood on the outskirts of the shanty town, behind her were still-flashing emergency lights and police gathering.

Although they arrived late, Fuji TV's helicopter still captured a blurry image of the Ganges Superman alone taking bullets and several Japanese criminal investigators, and broadcast this scene live to all of Kanto at four in the morning.

Have you ever seen Nagoya at four in the morning?

And the clang of bullets striking the Ganges Superman's body?

Hisaka Akiko, at this moment, due to extreme shock, the voice of this Fuji TV main anchor has become hoarse, but her speech is faster and more excited than before: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have just confirmed a shocking piece of news: the suspect, during the escape, engaged in direct confrontation with multiple officers, including a superintendent from the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division One and multiple officers from the Special Mission Division!"

"According to eyewitness accounts and descriptions at the scene, the suspect retained mobility even after being hit by multiple bullets, and only briefly showed signs of pain after being struck by a sniper rifle. Currently, police are conducting a full-scale manhunt, with the suspect driving a dark sedan northeastward."

After saying this, Hisaka Akiko put down the microphone, her face still flushed with passionate red.

Awesome!

Today was truly worth the ticket price!

NHK's Eto Miyabi, meanwhile, stood at the opposite intersection, her camera trained on the stretcher bearing Kashiwagi Jin, who had just been lifted aboard.

Kashiwagi Jin lay on the stretcher, one arm hanging over the edge, his fingers still twitching slightly: "Don't be afraid!"

Eto Miyabi paid no heed to your this and that, her narration kept very low, but the camera lens relentlessly confronted Lao Ren's face: "I'm Xiao Mei, pay attention, this man lying on the stretcher is called Xiao Shuai————cough cough, the officer lifted onto the stretcher is Superintendent Kashiwagi Jin of Section One, Criminal Investigation Division One, Metropolitan Police Department."

"I TMD told you not to film, you dragon?!" Kashiwagi Jin snapped angrily!

Eto Miyabi pretended not to hear.

Sorry, I'm already one of Uesugi's people!

"According to on-site reports, he was knocked down in close combat with the suspect. Inspector Kashiwagi is the elite among elites of the Metropolitan Police Department, and his combat skills have consistently ranked among the top in internal competitions. Yet the suspect felled him with just three moves. This forces us to ask: what exactly are we facing?"

"Could it be that India truly possesses some supernatural power?"

"Today's scene may completely rewrite the history of the entire world!" Eto Miyabi said excitedly.

Subsequently, the camera turned again to Kashiwagi Jin.

"Stop filming!" Old Ren flushed with anger.

At this moment, NHK finally switched the live broadcast to that segment of hallway surveillance footage being repeatedly replayed.

Vikram's motions of swinging a baseball bat in the narrow space were slowed to one-quarter speed, each frame revealing his center of gravity shifting and force transmission path as his body rotated.

On the commentator's bench, a retired former Assistant Commissioner spoke in a tone bordering on confusion: "Such physical prowess—such impact resistance—this is not a level attainable through normal human training. I've been a police officer for forty years and have never seen such a case. He must either be extraordinarily gifted, or—"

He didn't finish, but everyone knew what he meant to say.

Ganges Superman!

The live broadcast signal of American CNN cut into this news at 4:50 a. m. (Tokyo time).

The Black female anchor of American CNN, before the camera, spoke in a tone attempting objectivity but clearly shaken: "Nagoya, Japan, a crackdown operation against a suspect in an idol murder case escalated into a shocking violent confrontation in the early hours."

"According to Japanese media reports, a South Asian male suspect, facing dozens of fully armed police officers, used a baseball bat to knock down multiple officers and, despite being hit by multiple bullets, still managed to escape. Japanese police sources said the suspect's physical capabilities far exceed normal human levels." This incident has sparked widespread questioning in Japanese society regarding public safety and police effectiveness!"

The headline of Britain's BBC was more direct: "Japanese Police Pursue Mysterious Superman" Suspect, Indian Man Bullet-Proof Escape Sparks Nationwide Shock".

The report quoted an unnamed Metropolitan Police Department official: "We've never seen such physical capability.

Bullets hitting him are like hitting an armored vehicle! This cannot be explained by training."

"England sees an influx of 100,000 Indian immigrants each year! We must not only ask, if we assume one such Ganges Superman exists per 100,000 Indian immigrants—what, then, will become of our Great Britain?!"

AFP's report instead focused on international opinion: "Ganges Superman? Japanese social media has descended into frenzy after the explosive manhunt."

The article mentioned that on Japanese Twitter and 2ch, tags like "Ganges Superman," "Indian Super Soldier," "Yoga Space Warrior," and "Kshatriya Prototype" have already appeared.

Some joked, "Indians who grew up drinking Ganges water are indeed different—genes mutated," while others seriously discussed "whether India harbors some undocumented human mutation phenomenon," these tags carrying a half-joking tone.

The television footage, as it spread, gradually evolved into a society-wide collective confusion: if a person can truly withstand bullets, then who can Japan's police system still protect?

Meanwhile, beneath these reports, Japanese netizens in the comment sections have already split into several factions.

One faction berates police incompetence.

"Can over a dozen police officers not handle one man with a baseball bat? Are taxpayers' funds just feeding dogs?"

Another faction questions the event itself.

"Is this fake news? Is the police making excuses for failure?"

"Are the Japanese police just wasting time because they're incompetent?"

"What kind of joke is this? If so, shouldn't we test whether our Living God Family has Indian bloodline?"

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"Did drinking too much nuclear wastewater cause gene mutations?"

Yet another group of netizens expressed a deeper, fear-laced confusion: "What if there's more than one such person?

If Japan truly has such a group existing, and we previously knew nothing about it?"

But in these discussions, no one knows where Vikram is now.

The minivan has already left the Central Expressway, speeding toward the mountain roads of Nagano Prefecture.

Dark forests closed in from both sides, the headlights able to illuminate only a short stretch of road ahead beneath the dense canopy.

Vikram leaned against the seat, gazing through the window at the endless darkness outside. The membrane on his chest had fully closed, and the pain was subsiding.

He closed his eyes, lips slightly pursed.

Meanwhile, in Nagatacho, Nanko Taro stood in his office, staring at the map on the wall.

His finger pressed on Nagano Prefecture, beneath his fingertip lay the marked Kōraki ruins.

Indeed!

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

After the call connected, he said only one sentence: "Is the helicopter ready? I want to go to Nagano."

"Yes, now!"

At 6:07 a. m., a thin layer of gray-blue light had already appeared on the horizon.

Nagano Prefecture's mountain roads were shrouded in morning mist, the larch forests on both sides reduced to blurred outlines in the fog, like rows of silent sentinels.

The minivan came to a stop at the end of a disused forest path, tires grinding over gravel with a final screech of friction.

The car door was pushed open, Vikram leapt out first, his movements already restored to fluidity, the Nerve Severing Bullet's effect worn off, the dark gray membrane on his chest fully closed, smooth as if never struck.

His three companions followed closely, each carrying a dark canvas bag, contents unknown, weighing heavily on their shoulders.

Vikram lifted his gaze to the gray-blue slit on the horizon, nostrils flaring slightly, as if sniffing something in the air. He turned his head toward the northeast, where a deep mountain range lay shrouded in mist and canopy, its ridge faintly visible in the morning light.

The outline of the Wheel was faintly visible in the morning light.

Can't drive anymore—police are closing in fast.

He said nothing, merely nodded toward that direction, then strode toward the end of the forest path.

His three companions followed behind, steps synchronized, as if they'd walked this route countless times.

But they had barely gone under two hundred meters when the roar of engines came from behind.

The sound rapidly approached from afar, shifting from low to piercing, exploding in the quiet morning forest.

Two dark heavy motorcycles burst from the bend in the forest path, their headlights cutting two penetrating white beams through the fog.

The rider on the first motorcycle wore a dark gray long-sleeve combat uniform, no helmet, black short hair blown backward by the morning breeze.

The rider on the second motorcycle wore a moss-green short-sleeve, arm muscle lines etched sharply in the cold light, the belt blazing bright enough to blind a dog's eyes!

The two motorcycles braked sharply about fifty meters from Vikram's group, tires dragging two long marks on the gravel before the bikes swung sideways and halted in the middle of the road.

Godai Yusuke straddled the motorcycle, his feet touching the ground.

He stood upright, gazing at the four South Asian men ahead.

Then Godai Yusuke raised both hands, pressing them against his waist: henshin!

Tsugawa Shouichi simultaneously raised his right hand: Very good!!!

The two men's movements were nearly simultaneous, their belts bursting forth with blinding light, that light in the early morning mountain forest like two miniature suns ignited, illuminating the surrounding mist until it became completely transparent.

Godai's entire body was enveloped in a layer of crimson-gold light membrane, which hardened and took shape within a few seconds, forming a set of red-gold armor adorned with ancient patterns. His helmet bore a pair of short, sharp horns, and the patterns on his chestplate flowed like blood vessels with dark red light.

Tsugawa Shouichi's body was wrapped in a layer of blue-black light membrane, his armor's lines sharper than Godai's, the patterns on his shoulder and chest plates as distinct as blade edges, the horns on his helmet longer and straighter, exuding a cold, aggressive aura.

"Kuuga————Agito————" Vikram narrowed his eyes.

He looked at the two figures who had dismounted from the motorcycle, his expression devoid of fear or surprise.

The bodies of the three Indians began to display dark green light patterns across their surfaces, spreading from the chest to the limbs, then hardening and forming a set of dark green biological armor covered in cracked patterns.

Their faces were covered by a semi-transparent membrane, revealing only the eye positions, their pupils turning into dark green vertical lines, their nails lengthening and hardening, slightly curving in the air like beast claws.

Good, you transform, I transform too!

And not far away, Uesugi Muneyuki was peering out in the forest, with Mai Xuejie behind him.

Nice guy, you really transformed!

Great, let's watch the show!