Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

Yokota, spanning five cities and one town across the island nation's capital, is the second largest U.S. military base in the island nation. After years of operation, there are already many buildings here.

At nine o'clock in the morning, base official Miles stepped out of his luxury car with a relaxed gait and walked into the headquarters.

That Japanese woman last night was really nice. Since arriving in Japan, he felt like he had become a local tyrant. Whatever he wanted, someone would arrange it for him. This was much better than in Europe. However, he still had to keep an eye on the barbaric behavior of his soldiers to prevent any accidents.

"Any tasks for this morning?" Miles asked, looking at the secretary who was approaching him.

"There's not much of a task. The main thing is there's a video conference at 10:00 AM, organized by the Pentagon..."

“Okay.” Miles finished speaking and got into the elevator. His secretary followed him in and continued, “At noon, several officials from Tokyo wanted to invite you to lunch…”

"If it's the kind of food from island nations, then forget it. The portions are too small. I really don't understand how islanders survive, eating so little every day... As for seafood, I'm tired of it too. If only there was fresh whale meat..."

"Oh, what's going on?" Just then, the secretary looked at the indicator light on the elevator in surprise. Something was wrong. Something was wrong. The elevator was going up a lot faster than usual today. The floor display was increasing rapidly, much faster than usual!

The elevator goes up, first accelerating, then maintaining a constant speed, and finally decelerating. But now? It's accelerating continuously! If it continues going up like this…

"Quick, press all the floor buttons!" Miles shouted.

Normally, pressing a button should stop the elevator at the corresponding floor. However, this elevator shows no sign of stopping; the indicator lights on the floor buttons are flashing, and the floor display is rapidly increasing...

Sixth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor...

"Oh, damn it!" Miles cursed loudly, then punched the button area.

Boom!

The button area collapsed, but the elevator continued to accelerate upwards.

Tenth floor, eleventh floor, twelfth floor...

Inside the elevator, the two let out desperate screams.

"Oh, NO, NO!"

This building has only twelve floors. The elevator usually slows down when it reaches the tenth floor so that it can stop at the twelfth floor. But now, the elevator is rushing up to the twelfth floor at top speed, taking the two people inside to the thirteenth floor.

Thirteen, the number most taboo for Westerners! Their buildings are only built to twelve stories to avoid the number thirteen, but now... the elevator stubbornly rushes to the thirteenth floor.

Boom!

The top of the elevator made contact with the top of the shaft. The next moment, the elevator car began to deform, and the top was also smashed open. Then, the deformed elevator car rushed up to the thirteenth floor, just like a rocket taking off...

Inside the elevator, the lights went out, but the screaming continued.

The elevator flew to its highest point and then fell. Due to additional resistance during its descent, it did not land precisely in the original shaft, but instead landed on the top of the building next to the shaft, smashing the water heater to pieces and exposing the steel reinforcement in the concrete roof before finally coming to a stop.

Minutes later, well-trained soldiers rushed onto the roof, used fire shears to open the elevator car, and found two people lying in pools of blood...

"Give me, let me!"

The base's medic rushed over, but after a brief examination, he shook his head helplessly; the person was beyond saving! It was over!

Half an hour later, Andrew, the base manager, arrived at the rooftop. By then, the two people inside had already been stuffed into black body bags. Andrew's face was grim: "Damn it, how could such a terrible accident happen when we were using Mitsubishi elevators? Get the person in charge of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries here!"

When Kenji Miyazawa arrived, Kawamoto Jiro, the person in charge of Mitsubishi Elevator, was already there. He was covered in sweat and kept explaining something, but the American opposite him didn't listen to him at all. In a fit of rage, he kicked him hard in the stomach.

"Excuse me, everyone, I'm here. What happened?" Although Kenji Miyazawa was in a real bind, he couldn't back down now and had to keep going.

"Kenji Miyazawa, you've finally arrived. Your Mitsubishi elevators suffered a top-end collision, resulting in the deaths of General Miles and his secretary. How do you plan to explain this?"

Miles!

Kenji Miyazawa's face turned completely pale. This was the number two person in Yokota Base. He had even dined with him a few times before and given him several women. He never expected that he would die in an elevator accident!

Someone of his caliber, someone who could have a say even in the Pentagon, is dead. This is going to be a huge problem!

Kenji Miyazawa was sweating profusely from his forehead and back. At this moment, Andrew spoke again: "I think you should commit seppuku to atone for your sins! You and Kawamoto Jiro, you two should commit seppuku right now. That way, your lives will be exchanged for the lives of two Americans. You'll still be the ones who benefit!"

Pfft!

Kawamoto Jiro's legs went down, are you kidding me? Suicide? His life may not be as valuable as an American's, but it's still his life! If others don't cherish it, he should!

"Ladies and gentlemen, our elevators have always been reliable, this time, this time..."

Bang, bang, bang!

Andrew's military boot slammed into his most vulnerable stomach: "You bastard, what do you mean by this? Are you saying that all the responsibility lies with the United States and has nothing to do with you? Damn it!"

Bang, bang, bang!

On the ground, Kawamoto Jiro rolled around, initially able to howl in pain, but later, the sound grew fainter and fainter...

If it's not suicide, it'll be murder! The Americans are going to kill!

Kenji Miyazawa also knelt down with a thud: "Everyone, please give us a chance. We are willing to accept compensation, no matter how much it costs!"

"is it?"

"Yes."

"Then give us 10% of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries' shares! That way, we can guarantee that the descendants of the deceased's family will always be well-off."

They actually want shares, and 10% of them at that? These Americans are really greedy!

"Okay, please wait a moment, I need to go back and discuss this with the group..."

"Hmph, you'd better hurry up and give us a satisfactory answer as soon as possible, otherwise..." Andrew's face was grim: "If the personal safety of our American troops cannot be guaranteed, then we might as well just withdraw!"

"If you really leave, we should applaud and send you off!" Kenji Miyazawa thought to himself, but dared not say it aloud: "Please rest assured, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."