Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

Don't be so harsh. I simply support the vulnerable democrats, overthrowing the ruthless dictator and liberating the poor people from suffering. Didn't Japan also support the US actions in Iraq? The UN Security Council didn't even dare to say a word.

Should I report the Melanorthite case to the Superintendent of Police? He should be able to ask the government or the US Embassy to handle it properly, right?

Yukiko, who was a conscientious person, suggested.

No, no. In the end, it's still a dirty backroom deal between the two countries, and Old Lady Mela is allowed to go unpunished. Even if Archangel Michael allows that outcome, I cannot agree to it!

Ryoko let out a long breath, handed the shotgun to me, and grabbed Kasai Keigo's collar with one hand.

Hey, where is Mela Routledge going? Show me the way. Otherwise

No, otherwise, what do you want?

You'll be humiliated beyond words! Want to try it?!

Keigo Kasai responded to Ryoko's threat, but that reaction was beyond my imagination. I saw that the sinister look in his eyes, which was not sharp but silent, became weak, his thin lips relaxed, and even his eyebrows drooped obediently.

Can you tell me in detail what will happen to you? Then I'll tell you everything.

He was practically drooling with desire. At this point, everyone present understood the special quirk of this guy, Keigo Kasai.

Hate thunder

Keigo Kasai finally told the truth about Mellarotridge's whereabouts because Ryoko fulfilled his wish and explained what kind of abuse he would suffer if he didn't confess.

After asking unnecessary questions, Ryoko kicked Kasai, who was clinging to her, away and led everyone out of the scene.

Just before leaving, the chief of the Nagano Prefectural Police arrived. A bureaucrat like him couldn't move without an entourage, so in this case, he only brought five uniformed and plainclothes officers.

Sure enough, the riot at Yazaki Park was a cover-up. Hey, where else are you going? I can't let you cause any more trouble!

The director let out a long sigh and pointed at Ryoko and said:

Listen carefully, this is not Tokyo, this is Nagano Prefecture.

Gunma Prefecture is on the other side of the mountain.

Cut the crap. Anyway, the jurisdiction here belongs to Nagano Prefecture, not the Metropolitan Police Department. Without instructions from the National Police Agency, I can't let your actions cause trouble for me.

After learning about the brawl among cross-dressing enthusiasts in Yazaki Park, the director saw through the plan of the exorcist Ryoko to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. The director has a sharp eye, but Ryoko only took advantage of the riot. It would be a bit of an exaggeration to say that the entire riot was planned by her.

So what can you do?

What, what? I'm not afraid of your threats. I'm the chief of the Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters, one level higher than you!

Before you became the Chief of Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters, you worked as a clerical officer in Yokohama City for a while, right?

So, so what?

It's nothing.

You, what do you want to say? I didn’t have anything during that time?

No, nothing, yo...

Ryoko stared at the high ceiling of the entrance hall and pretended to be stupid.

Yukiko Muromachi couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to interrupt:

Director, Keigo Kasai has admitted to imprisoning an American woman and is also guilty of illegal weapons possession and obstructing the execution of official duties. How about we take full responsibility for investigating this matter?

Don’t talk nonsense!

At this time, Qin Xuan interrupted again: I am overstepping my authority and saying that Superintendent Yakushiji is going to have a fight with Mellarotrich no matter what.

How could she be allowed to do such a thing? You should help stop her.

Impossible. She's like Mount Asama. Even if you cover the crater, the eruption will be massive, only increasing the number of victims. Right now, the most important thing isn't to secure profits, but to minimize the scope of damage, right?

If you intend to stop the Yakushiji police but can't stop it, unfortunately, in the end, it will be you who will be held responsible? However, if you are completely unaware of this matter, you have no responsibility.

Humph, no matter what happens from now on, Tokyo will have to bear the responsibility!

I understand. I will definitely transfer this matter and will not let this director take any responsibility.

This is the moment when careers share the same destiny, it is not my turn to appear.

Knowing that we had almost finished talking, Ryoko asked me deliberately:

How about it, now you understand?

You win.

After hearing what I said, Ryoko's expression softened. I leaned over and whispered to my boss:

The director knows nothing and has heard nothing. This has already been discussed.

Ryoko's eyes flashed with evil light:

Ha, that's a surprisingly smart decision for that kid. I had no intention of taking on such a small-time opponent anyway, so forget it, it saves me the trouble. I'll let bygones be bygones.

That's fine.

Okay, it’s finally time to deal with the old witch Mela!

Everyone quickly moved together. The Nagano Prefectural Police Chief led his men out first, avoiding eye contact with Kasai Keigo. As for Kasai, he'd already revealed where he'd hidden the documents proving tax evasion and bribery, a limp, hollow husk slumped to the ground. Whether it was calling an ambulance or contacting the Metropolitan Police Department, all these tasks were left (forced) to Yukiko, much to Ryoko's delight.

Kishimoto came closer to me shyly:

Miss Willingham seemed to have something to say, as if it was something she was particularly concerned about.

I wondered what it might be, so I walked over to Heather Willingham, who had been sitting on the sofa, and asked:

What are you concerned about?

She looked at me, her face still not looking good. Her voice also seemed to lack confidence when she spoke:

Is Artemisia really dead?

ah?,

I looked back at her in surprise. Heather Willingham trembled slightly: 4

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I forgot when Artemisia said that, although she was drunk, she did say that she was in a state where she wanted to die but couldn't. So, even if you hear that she is dead, don't believe it, she will come back in a few days.

I'll be back in a few days. It sounds like a cliché. But at that moment, I suddenly felt a chill as if Karuizawa in the summer had turned into Siberia in the winter.

I will confirm this. Please accept the protection of Miss Muromachi first. She is a very trustworthy person.

Quan Yijun, let's go! 8

Yes, I'll be right there.]

Yukiko and Kishimoto entrusted all the funeral arrangements to Ryoko, me, and two maids. The car belonged to Kasai, a jet-black Mercedes-Benz like the one in the movie. While the Mercedes was completely innocent, kind drivers, fearing unnecessary trouble, tend to stay away from such cars once they're in motion. In this case, however, that was exactly what Ryoko wanted.

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Ryoko took the steering wheel, and I sat in the passenger seat. Lucien and Marian were in the back seat, but they did something about it before and after they sat down. A black rubber tube protruded from the car's exhaust pipe, and some colorless liquid flowed out of the tube, dripping onto the ground.

As the liquid fell to the ground, the guard dog tied to the side started barking again. The bark was strange, with a sense of something that was not hostile.

The Mercedes started up, accompanied by the chorus of guard dogs. I understood what the liquid was, but I didn't know why Ryoko was spreading it around.

The car drove for about two minutes, and Ryoko muttered:

It’s so hot and humid today, especially in Karuizawa.

Tokyo will be even hotter.

I know I made a mistake, so I brought you to Karuizawa! , she retorted like this, and I was speechless. However, Ryoko said something else:

There are always a few days like this every year. The weather is so hot that you wonder if this is still Karuizawa. But in the afternoon, the weather suddenly changes.

Oh.

There would be a tropical storm-like thunderstorm, or a thick fog would come down from the mountains and envelop the entire town. But either way, it would be a nice cool down.

Thunder is pretty annoying.

Confrontation

To be honest, I know where Mela Rotherridge is hiding without forcing that old pervert Kasai to confess.

What do you mean?

I already knew the place the restaurant owner mentioned yesterday.

It was the 800,000 square meters of land where a major Tokyo corporation had originally planned to build a golf course, but the project had been abandoned and had been left unused. The forests and plains along the foothills of Mount Asama had been completely acquired by a UFA corporation established in Japan.

Furthermore, the surrounding two million square meters have been designated as a prohibited development zone within the national park, and no one is allowed to approach. No matter how much they try, no one will be able to discover it.

Why would UFA buy such land?

To establish a research and development center in the Far East.

What are they studying?

What other method is there to destroy humanity? Need I tell you?

Could this be a nuclear bunker?

The land used for that purpose has been owned by Mela's father since his generation. It's in Idaho.

Quan Yijun, have you read the Book of Revelation?

Ah, go over and look.

Honestly, I've never seriously read any religious texts. I just casually flipped through chapters about the Last Judgment and prophecies of human extinction, treating them as occult texts, out of interest. I have a vague memory of phrases like "I saw a gray horse," simply because they're often used in novel and movie titles.

Revelation 7 and 14 record that angels selected 12,000 men from each of the twelve tribes of ancient Israel, totaling 144,000, to become God's servants. God placed a seal on their foreheads. These 144,000 were all young, untouched, and undefiled men. They later survived the final judgment and recreated the new world.

Ah, only 144,000 men?

Yes.

Are all women extinct? Then how can we reproduce?

Bai Quanyi curled his lips and finally realized: So that's why we need to study cloning technology?

That’s what I mean.

Oh, what a headache.

After the final judgment, only 144,000 Christian men will remain on the desolate earth, creating a new world and reproducing their offspring through cloning technology. This future scene is really terrifying.

So, is Mera going to complete the nuclear bunker in the mountains of Idaho that her father didn't fully build?

She wants to expand that place into an underground city that can house 144,000 people. The so-called Golden Angel Temple's frivolous scripture is nothing more than an exaggerated apocalyptic fantasy based on the Book of Revelation. Even that kind of book would sell 60 million copies in the US.

By the time Shiraizumi noticed, Mount Asama was already visible through the car window. Leaving Kasai Keigo's fortress-like villa, they headed northwest. The road was no longer flat, mostly climbing, with increasing number of curves. Turning back, he saw countless dogs running alongside the car, so densely packed they couldn't even see the road.

The Mercedes-Benz kept its speed under control, not going very fast. A clear liquid dripped continuously from the black rubber hose onto the ground. Over a thousand dogs, singing a love chorus in varying choruses, raced after the car. Indeed, the liquid Ryoko had instructed the two maids to release from the car's exhaust pipe was a potent canine hormone.

The dog population is still increasing.

Maybe all the dogs in Karuizawa followed.

Did the bitch come along too?

The male dogs all followed, and the female dogs were brought over as well.

There weren't many oncoming cars, but surely there wouldn't be any drivers who wouldn't faint at the sight of this swarm of dogs? The smartest drivers had already pulled over, waiting for the dogs to pass. The less intelligent ones just froze in the middle of the road, staring blankly out the window at the dogs. The even more clueless ones even tried to force their way through, only to crash into a streetlight.

As a public servant, I had caused such a commotion and chaos. The black Mercedes finally drove onto the unpaved dirt road. The tires ran over several small stones, and the car bumped violently five or six times on the potholed ground. Finally, a huge billboard peeked out from the foot-high weeds, blocking our way.

Private land, no trespassing UFA Japan Co., Ltd.

The stunningly beautiful, lawless intruder sneered through the tip of her perfectly shaped nose, deliberately turning the front of her Mercedes-Benz to crash directly into the innocent sign. Then, she swerved a second time and leaped into the wilderness owned by the UFA Japan subsidiary.

Ahead, a crowd of people and vehicles had formed a formation. There were about thirty motorcycles and cars combined. The enemy numbered over a hundred, all fierce-looking male Earthlings. They wore combat uniforms or camouflage and were fully armed with Japanese swords, metal bats, angle irons, specially made batons, golf clubs, and more. A few of them carried rifles and pistols; they were likely members of the Nakagami and Besumiya groups.

The black Mercedes rushed forward like a mad bull, knocking a motorcycle away. The gang members who had intended to attack the Mercedes were startled and turned to flee. However, their heads were already covered with the sprayed mist of dog hormones. A large group of dogs immediately attacked.

Technology is improving every day!

Ryoko laughed loudly.

Her words were truly golden words. The results of the evolution were truly breathtaking: over a hundred gang members were attacked from all sides by large and small dogs, ten times their number, and fell to the ground one after another...

Wow, help!

This is too much, I quit...

They also brandished Japanese swords and metal baseball bats, desperately trying to drive away the hungry pack of dogs. However, one Saint Bernard fell, and another fox terrier pounced on him; a Tosa dog on the left crushed a man, and a Doberman on the right tore his clothes; more and more people, their noses and fingers bitten, covered in blood, cried for help.

As members of a gang, they looked quite shameful, and of course Ryoko would not sympathize with them.