Chapter 1044

The next day was a bright, clear sky.

The sky over Tokyo was swept clean by the wind from the previous night; before seven in the morning, sunlight had already bleached the city's skyline white. Today's Tokyo was hot, the so-called y!

"Deng deng deng deng~"

In the underground parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department, three dark gray armored vehicles and six police off-road vehicles were lined up in a row, their engines already rumbling low. s personnel in black tactical gear stood beside the vehicles, face masks pulled down to cover most of their faces, revealing only their eyes.

s Captain Godai Yusuke personally escorted.

Public Security Police were interspersed in the formation, holding sealed bags containing Vikram's personal effects and handover documents.

Uesugi Muneyuki also came; he stood at the edge of the parking lot, wearing a light gray thin suit jacket, a white shirt underneath, and dark long pants. He did not wear a three-piece suit today (because it was too hot), appearing as an onlooker seeing someone off.

【Indians are truly the cancer of the Earth.】Yaegaki Tetsuya still did not conceal his identity as a racial knight: 【Can't these A-Sans just all go die?】

【Wherever Indians go, feces, urine, and flatulence flood and become disasters.】Uesugi Muneyuki watched the escort process from afar: 【But……there is actually no need for racial discrimination; it has always been environment shaping people, not people shaping environment.】

【Oh? What does that mean?】Yaegaki Tetsuya stared at Uesugi Muneyuki.

Uesugi Muneyuki smiled.

【The famous scholar Mancur Olson once divided regimes into two types, one called bandit, the other called stationary bandit.】【The general idea of this theory is that if an armed group merely roams around grabbing a handful and leaving, it is a "bandit," with no long-term interests, only exhausting resources. If it fixes control over a territory, able to levy taxes long-term, it becomes a "stationary bandit." For long-term tax base growth, stationary bandits have "shared interests," possibly providing order, protecting property rights, building roads, maintaining public order—this is not because the regime is particularly kind or morally high, but because stable exploitation is more profitable than killing the goose for the golden egg.】

Uesugi Muneyuki briefly explained.

Li Zicheng's failure was precisely because his regime was still in the bandit stage; basically, upon reaching a place, he would drain all resources and manpower, then drag them to the next location, including, after entering Beijing, pursuing stolen goods and supplying provisions—all typical bandit behavior. Although objectively he did not have enough time to transform due to external enemies pressing too hard, already blocked at Shanhaiguan, this does not affect that it is one of the important reasons for his failure.

Similarly, the failure of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was the same; although the Eastern King Yang Xiuqing exhausted himself trying to establish a tax-collecting stationary bandit system, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom essentially remained Hong Xiuquan's own system: wherever they passed, all resources, wealth, manpower, and material were entirely funneled into the holy treasury, managed and drawn by the Heavenly King uniformly, and in reality, these people also took everything down to the last copper coin and used it like dirt, then appointed tax farmers; Yang Xiuqing had to constantly perform heavenly father possession to stop the Heavenly King from running wild, struggling in the cracks to rebuild production and order.

After Yang Xiuqing's death, Shi Dakai attempted to inherit the tax-collecting system Yang Xiuqing had painstakingly built, but was directly sent away by Hong Xiuquan dispatching Hong Rendai and Hong YKC48 Fan Punishment Acceptance with olive branches—he had no choice but to flee; the Ying King Chen Ikusei merely inherited Yang Xiuqing's system without changing its bandit nature; only Li Xiucheng attempted to transform into a stationary bandit, whereupon Hong Xiuquan hastily ennobled his subordinates Chen Kunshu and others as princes, dividing his power, while Li Xiucheng's cousins Li Shinsekai realize and others still left not a single leaf behind wherever they passed, and furthermore stipulated that soldiers could arbitrarily take civilians' grain and property, leading to outbreaks of rebellions against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, such as the Longming Uprising, in its later domestic territories—also quite dark humor.

【I understand what you're saying, so what does this have to do with Indians?】Yaegaki did not understand.

【Because Indians are also this logic.】Uesugi Muneyuki sighed: 【In that Indian environment, living from hand to mouth, any long-term vision ends up being olive-branched, so Indians essentially have a bandit mindset; they arrive at a place and want to suck up all resources, enjoy cleanliness, order, and public services, chase welfare but bear no responsibility or obligation; upon entering a company, they arrange their own people to come in and grasp as much resources as possible; once they have ruined and drained this community or company, they immediately go find the next host.】

【So the whole world has long suffered from A-Sans, yet cannot help but embrace them.】

【But is this because of their nature? No, it is because India's environment is just like that; even if Indians who have migrated to North America, Canada, or Great Britain are mostly elite A-Sans—all top students, doctors, engineers, coders, and rich—they still inevitably behave this way; this is environment shaping people, and generally speaking, by the second generation, they improve greatly.】Uesugi Muneyuki sneered: 【Those who have never truly experienced a great famine will not understand why those who have experienced it have strong hoarding habits, ding-dong chicken ding-dong chicken~big dog big dog chew chew chew~】

【In the 1970s, U. S. industry shifted; Americans looked down on Japanese who couldn't keep up; in the 1980s, during the time of the Asian Four Little Dragons, Japan also looked down on places like Singapore and Hong Kong, saying Japanese people endure hardship and labor, while the other side cannot; later, as industry shifted again, those people also looked down on people across the sea as incapable; and after twelve years, industry continued shifting toward Southeast Asia, and everyone also thought Southeast Asians were incapable; now industry shifts toward India, and Southeast Asians also think Indians are incapable.】Uesugi Muneyuki shook his head: 【Actually, it's all the same; history always repeats.】

【So, according to Uesugi-san's theory, when India shifts again, who will take over?】Yaegaki objected: 【Will there still be people more hardworking and lower-waged than Indians?】

【Then only……heaven knows.】Uesugi Muneyuki let out a long sigh: 【Indeed, on Earth, there is already no one more hardworking than Indians.】【So saying, humanity already has no future!】Yaegaki Tetsuya also felt a wave of sorrow.

The world, after all, belongs to Indians!

When Vikram was brought out of the detention facility, his wrists and ankles were both shackled with specially made reinforced metal handcuffs; two s personnel held his arms, one on the left, one on the right.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, his breathing steady, his gaze sweeping over the vehicles and personnel in the parking lot; the faint arc at the corner of his mouth still hung on his face. He was pushed into the rear compartment of the second armored vehicle; when the vehicle door closed, it emitted a dull metallic thud.

s and Public Security Police divided among the remaining vehicles; the convoy drove out of the Metropolitan Police Department underground parking lot, heading toward the handover point on the outskirts of Tokyo. Along the way, traffic had been pre-controlled, and the convoy encountered no red lights.

The handover point was chosen in an open area on the western side of Tokyo, near the entrance of Yokota Base. Surrounding were low warehouses and logistics company office buildings, few people, wide visibility.

When the convoy arrived, the U. S. Forces Japan convoy was already waiting there with one one three Humvees, two armored personnel carriers, one communications command vehicle, and about thirty fully armed U. S. soldiers.

The commander of U. S. Forces Japan, General Zakari Brancati Uuran, personally arrived on site; he wore a dark green flight jacket, the badge on his chest reflecting light in the sunlight, tall in stature, his gray-white short hair blown somewhat messy by the wind. He stood beside the command vehicle, arms crossed over his chest, watching the Japanese convoy approach, and even greeted Uesugi Muneyuki.

The handover process was very lengthy.

The verification team dispatched by the U. S. side spent nearly an hour checking Vikram's identity documents, residency records, copy of the arrest warrant, and the handover explanation issued by Japanese police one by one.

The U. S. military medic used a portable fingerprint scanner to compare Vikram's fingerprints, used a portable sampling stick to take an oral swab, and confirmed the sample matched the genetic data provided by the Japanese side.

Then a basic physical examination was conducted on Vikram's condition—pulse, blood pressure, pupillary response, limb movement ability. After confirming no issues, General Zakari signed the triplicate handover documents.

The Japanese side's representative was the Assistant Commissioner of the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department; he also signed.

The two documents were exchanged, each side keeping one copy.

Afterwards, Vikram was brought down from the Japanese armored vehicle and handed over to the U. S. side.

Two U. S. military police held his arms, pushing him into the U. S. armored personnel carrier.

When the vehicle door closed, Vikram turned his head slightly and, through the window, glanced at Uesugi Muneyuki.

What can you do to me?

Sorry, Indians can just do as they please!

Because the righteous Americans will protect me! Even if you are Uesugi Muneyuki, what can you do?

Uesugi Muneyuki did not look at him, because there was no need.

The U. S. military convoy restarted, driving toward the direction of Yokota Base.

General Zakari's command vehicle was at the rear; the window rolled down halfway: "Goodbye, Uesugi by~ieeey0~" Uesugi Muneyuki also smiled and replied: "Arigatou thought of devotion~" The Japanese convoy remained in place for about ten minutes, confirming the U. S. convoy had disappeared at the western end of the highway before beginning to turn back to Tokyo. Thus, the handover was complete.

"Let's go!" Uesugi Muneyuki turned around.

At this moment, Yokota Base, the U. S. military's C-17 transport aircraft was already parked on the runway, engines warming up, cargo door open. Waiting for Vikram's arrival, the aircraft would take off immediately! First fly to Anchorage, then proceed to the U. S. mainland.

Sitting in the armored vehicle, Vikram was very calm, even a bit pleased.

No one can judge me!

No one!!!

He clearly knew, he studied history!!

He knew, once he arrived in the U. S., he would be detained in some high-security facility for U. S. research, and as long as he cooperated, Americans would likely not kill him; he understood the whole process—nothing more than wining and dining, beheading, then taking on as a dog!

The past Vikram would disappear, and he would gain a new identity; he would become the new Wolverine! The U. S. secret weapon! Superhero, and being able to be the dog of Uncle Sam, is the greatest honor, tooth!

Uesugi Muneyuki? Wish him long life!

However, at this very moment, Vikram suddenly noticed something different.

The sky changed. Without any warning.

The blue sky was covered in a few seconds by a layer of thick, dark gray clouds, and sunlight disappeared.

Rain fell from the sky, pouring down almost like solid matter, instantly blanketing the entire highway!

Raindrops struck the road, exploding into patches of white mist; the fog expanded to its limit in seconds, swallowing the entire road to Yokota Base and surrounding buildings!

No one could have predicted why such a heavy rain suddenly appeared!

The armored vehicles and Humvees driving toward the base skidded in the rain curtain, the lead vehicle slammed on its brakes, and the vehicles behind narrowly avoided crashing into it.

The windshield wipers were set to maximum but still couldn't clear the windshield.

"f**!!!"

The U. S. military convoy was forced to stop at the edge of the runway, and the military police jumped down from their vehicles, bending over in the rain to try to confirm their position and direction.

General Zakari stood in the command tower, gazing at the white mist outside the window, his face darkened, and he grabbed the police radio to tell the convoy to wait a moment.

The rain lasted about 15 minutes.

Then, just as suddenly as it had come, it stopped. A gap split in the clouds, sunlight poured down again, shining on the wet runway surface, reflecting a blinding white light. The fog rapidly dissipated within a few minutes.

The convoy restarted and drove toward Yokota Base.

Soon, the armored vehicles entered the base and stopped beside the cargo hatch at -17, and two military police jumped down from the vehicle and opened the rear door.

qiely!!"

The two U. S. military police shouted for a while, but there was no response from inside the cargo compartment.

At that moment, everyone sensed something was wrong. The two U. S. military police immediately raised their 16s, aimed them at Vikram's head, shouted several times, saw no response, and pressed the silencer against Vikram's skull.

They confirmed it, then stood motionless in place.

"f？？？"

One person turned around, raised a hand toward the rear, fingers spread open—the gesture meant "stop" and "emergency situation"! General Zakari saw that gesture.

He immediately stepped out of the jeep and walked quickly along the runway toward them.

When he reached the armored vehicle, the faces of the two military police were pale. He leaned in and glanced inside the cargo compartment.

Vikram sat in the fixed metal seat inside the cargo compartment, his body slightly leaning forward, head drooping. "What's going on?" General Zakari could hardly believe what he was seeing!

Vikram's eyes were open, but his pupils had already dispersed. This guy still carried a trace of fear and shock from before death, as if he couldn't believe he had just kicked the bucket like that!

His chest bore the detention center uniform, torn open, with a mark on his chest.

The mark was about the size of a palm, dark gold in color with a red glow along the edge, like a piece of red-hot branding iron. The pattern was a lotus flower, petals layered and unfolding, each vein clearly visible. At the heart of the lotus was a sun wheel, and at the center of the sun wheel was an extremely small wound that was slowly fading away.

"Military doctor! Military doctor!!!!" General Zakari's roar immediately echoed across the entire Yokota Base!

The military doctors came immediately to examine him. They found Vikram's body was still alive, but his soul had already died.

That is to say, Vikram had become a vegetative state! Moreover, his body was dying at an extremely rapid pace.

"What, what the hell is this fatty four???" General Zakari grabbed Vikram's chest, and from the feel of it, this absolutely wasn't a chest that could stop bullets!

"General? What should we do?"

"Contact Washington! Contact Washington immediately!!! Right now!!!" General Zakari fumed.

"Tell Washington we're in trouble!"

"Ganges Superman, dead!!!"