It is Kokang and Changchun

　Mikuma originally planned to attend a cocktail party outside the port area, and bring other sisters who have horns or can drink to have fun together.

　But later the host country said that it would be postponed for a few days due to violent incidents.

　They say good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly. Mikuma experienced this profoundly today.

　"Hello, I'm Mikuma... Ibuki-san, right? You said... the cocktail party was cancelled? Does that mean it won't be held the day after tomorrow?" Mikuma asked while talking to a friend outside.

　"There's nothing we can do. There's a curfew and martial law. We can't leave even if we want to, and we don't know when things will return to normal. I'm really sorry." The person on the other end of the phone explained the reason.

　Mikuma asked, "Hmm... This shouldn't be a unilateral decision on your part, right? Have you consulted others?"

　The voice on the other end of the phone was childish, and he assured without a doubt:

　"Hey, hey~ Don't worry, I never lie. Huashan and Yongyi have the same attitude as me. I'm even more anxious if they can't go!"

　"Well, that's a pity... Then you guys should be careful recently." Mikuma felt a little regretful.

　At that time, Bai Juyi was drunk at the head of Xunyang River, while Mikuma passively skipped the first stage and did not even drink, and went straight to the tragic farewell at the end.

　After exchanging a few pleasantries with her friend, Mikuma hung up the phone in a gloomy mood. The two Chinese characters for "watermelon" on the caller ID disappeared in an instant as the hang-up screen faded away. This was the homophonic nickname Mikuma gave her friend.

　Mikuma used the team radio to convey the cancellation of the cocktail party to every ship girl who had originally planned to attend.

　Although I had expected the news, I still felt a little regretful when I received the notice.

　"There's nothing we can do. We can only deal with this mess and get together again after the ban is lifted~"

　After saying that, Xiang used the combat puppet he had just captured as a sandbag to practice the sun-shaped punch, and finally kicked the combat puppet in the chest with all his strength, sending her to hell.

　Like Haruzuki, Xiang also came out without permission to help the Ground Self-Defense Force and the police to quell the riot.

　"If there are these inexplicable monsters all over Japan, then he..." Hibiki began to worry about the safety of Ozawa Takuma.

　Xiang looked around to see if there was anything useful. He happened to see a knocked over phone in a corner of the store. It looked like it was from the aftermath of the fight.

　was knocked over.

　"Let me see..." Xiang picked up the phone. The back of the phone was still connected to the wire and the screen was still displaying, but it was a little blurry.

　"Well, there is still sound, so I should be able to make the call." Xiang picked up the phone and listened to the sound. After initially judging that there was no problem, he started to call Ozawa.

　"Beep-beep-beep-" The sound of wiring came from several small holes above the microphone.

　"Hurry up and answer it... Ozawa-san!" Half a minute later, the call still didn't go through. This made Xiang's heartstrings tighten.

　"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unanswered..."

　"Click!" He hung up the phone and picked up the receiver to dial again.

　However, after several attempts, no one answered the call.

　"Ahhh Ozawa-san, why aren't you answering the phone... I'm so anxious!"

　Xiang wished he could instantly move to Fukushima, move in front of Takuma Ozawa to see what was going on, hoping that nothing really happened.

　However, no matter from which angle you look at it, this is nothing but wishful thinking and is impossible.

　When the life and death of the person you care about most is uncertain and there is no news from him/her, even a staunch materialist will inevitably become an idealist.

　"If the Communists can pray to the gods, I hope the gods can protect Mr. Ozawa and keep him safe and sound..." Xiang gently clasped his hands together and lowered his head to pray.

　At the same time, at Fukushima Ozawa's home.

　Unable to find his cell phone for a while, Takuma Ozawa was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

　"Damn it, where's my phone? I shouldn't have put it on silent mode before playing Stellaris. I was so engrossed in the game that I forgot everything..."

　Xiang picked up French fries along the way (torturing the battle puppets), and then came to the commercial street she often went to.

　Many shops in the commercial street were in ruins due to the destruction caused by the combat puppets, including the late-night restaurant that she and many of her sisters and comrades loved the most.

　Seeing this, Xiang hurried to the late-night cafeteria to check the situation. The entire cafeteria was in a mess, with chairs and benches overturned on the ground.

　The sliding door of the private room was also separated from the door frame, and was riddled with holes and leaning to the side.

　Various ingredients in the kitchen were scattered on the ground. Fortunately, it was winter, otherwise the food on the ground would definitely attract a lot of ants or other insects.

　Hibiki checked the cash register one last time and was surprised to find the money was still there.

　"I've never seen anyone vandalize something and not take the money... but this is fine."

　Hibiki complained, then pulled out his phone and opened the dial pad.

　"Luckily I added the boss lady's phone number. I asked her if she was okay..."

　Ten seconds later, the call was connected.

　"Hello, hello. I'm Mi..." Before the lady boss could finish her words, Xiang burst into tears and said thankfully:

　"Wow! You sound quite energetic. I'm so glad you're okay! If anything happens to you, boss lady, I'll never find a restaurant with such delicious food and such beautiful singing again..."

　Xiang's reaction scared the proprietress. She patted her left chest lightly and sighed.

　"So it was Xiang... You're like this, even though I'm fine, you've scared me into something..."

　Xiang realized he had been a bit rude, smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, I was just too worried about you... I got a little excited. I just saw your store was a mess, so I called to check on you..."

　The lady boss forgave Xiang. "It's okay... By the way, did you go to my shop?"

　"Yeah," Xiang nodded. "The store looks like it's been smashed up, with heavy losses... But I found quite a bit of money in your radio. Do you want me to bring it to you?"

　"The money in the cash register is still there? I thought it was stolen a long time ago." The proprietress was very surprised. "Take the money first and give it to me another day. I can't leave now because of the situation outside."

　"I understand. I'll give you the money once the security ban is lifted," Xiang agreed.

　After hanging up the phone, Xiang put all the money in the cash register into the ship's space, then checked the commercial street to confirm that there were no combat puppets, and left.

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　Prime Minister's Office, Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo

　"What happened in the past two days will surely cause an uproar in the international community. With billions of eyes on Japan, how can we still get anything done?"

　Suga Yoshihide looked at the reports that were submitted continuously over the past two days and asked No. 690 Shenhai who was eating a three-color dumpling behind him.

　No. 690 swung the bamboo stick with the two remaining dumplings and said calmly:

　"What can we do? You have to understand that Japan and Indonesia are supporting each other. Only by developing on both fronts can the United States be caught in a dilemma."

　"It's easy to say, but those vaccines will definitely not be hidden. By then, Japan will be under the scrutiny of the whole world. They will be able to drown us with just their spit. How can we revive the Yamato nation?"

　Suga Yoshihide was puzzled by Shen Hai's calm attitude.

　"Don't worry, I have a way." No. 690 Deep Sea is as steady as an old dog.

　"In short, just pass the buck."

　"Putting the blame?"

　Chapter 122: Violence (5)

　No. 690 Shen Hai saw that Suga Yoshihide didn't understand, so he explained:

　"To be more specific, you are trying to distance this matter from the government and put the blame on Takeda Pharmaceutical.

　We should tell the public that the government and Takeda Pharmaceutical are not on the same page, that Takeda Pharmaceutical deceived us, and that we are also victims of deception."

　Suga Yoshihide carefully pondered No. 690 Shenhai's words and asked:

　"you mean

　, making the outside world think that this is a unilateral act of Takeda Pharmaceutical and has nothing to do with the government, thereby diverting attention from the government?

　"That's right." Deep Sea No. 690 admitted.

　"Other countries are not fools. I personally promoted the new vaccine at the press conference. What happened in the past two days will definitely put not only me personally, but also the government I represent, at the forefront."

　Suga Yoshihide frowned, expressing confusion.

　"That's why I let your government pretend to be a victim of deception." No. 690 Deep Sea's sexy legs were placed on the Prime Minister's desk.

　No. 690 Shen Hai asked Suga Yoshihide: "Let me ask you, what will happen when you know you have been deceived?"

　Suga replied: "Of course he was angry, and he couldn't wait to settle the score with the scammer."

　"Then your government should do the same thing regarding this incident, following this logic and putting on a show for the outside world to see."

　Deep Sea No. 690 began to elaborate on his specific plans.

　"Immediately launch an investigation into Takeda Pharmaceutical, seal off Takeda Pharmaceutical, destroy the converted vaccine found in Takeda Pharmaceutical, and quarantine all vaccine recipients.

　The entire process must be swift so that the outside world's perception of the relationship between the government and Takeda Pharmaceutical will not be complicated."

　"It's just that everything above is not real, but acting." After saying this, No. 690 Deep Sea once again emphasized that this was acting.

　"What's the purpose of isolating the vaccine recipients?" Although Suga Yoshihide could roughly guess what No. 690 Deep Sea wanted to do, he wanted to confirm it thoroughly, so he asked.

　Number 690 glanced at Suga Yoshihide and said, "Are you stupid? They're concentrating us and publicly saying it's for the safety of the citizens, to prevent these people from transforming and endangering public order.

　In fact, these vaccine recipients will become the local soldiers who will eliminate the US troops stationed in Japan and establish a 'New Japan' in the near future."

　Suga Yoshihide nodded and said nothing, because he was guessing the same thing as No. 690 was thinking in his heart.

　"Wait a minute!" Suga Yoshihide seemed to think of himself and asked hurriedly: "I'm not going to become like that, am I?"

　No. 690 dispelled Suga Yoshihide's doubts and replied:

　"Of course not. The things used for transformation and for enhancing the physical fitness of carbon-based organisms are essentially the same, but their properties are different, even though the former has the functions of the latter. You can think of them as isomers."

　Despite this, Suga Yoshihide is still a little worried.

　"If Japan drives away the rice-producing countries with your help in the future, then... will everyone in the country be... like this?" Suga Yoshihide finally asked the question hidden in his heart hesitantly.

　No. 690 looked out the window at the scenery, shook the red wine glass in his hand, took a sip elegantly, and said, "Carbon-based is bitter and weak. Wouldn't it be better to be like us?"

　"At that time, you humans will have the freedom to choose. You can choose to transform, or you can give up."

　"It wasn't forced..." Suga Yoshihide, who was used to the ruthless style of the deep sea, was a little surprised.

　"Don't be too happy too soon. This kind of freedom has a necessary prerequisite, and that is absolute obedience to us, the Deep Sea Clan! Otherwise, whether you transform or not is not up to you!"

　No. 690 Deep Sea's tone of voice suddenly changed, from being generally aloof to a sick tone.

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　Osaka, Kansai region, Japan

　After the successful suppression of the riot, discussions about vaccines became more heated both internationally and domestically, and the cabinet headed by Yoshihide Suga and other officials tried their best to distance themselves from Takeda Pharmaceutical.

　And the Japanese government carried out a series of operations as mentioned in No. 690 as quickly as possible (at least they thought so).

　They “sealed off” Takeda Pharmaceuticals, confiscated all of its “problematic vaccines,” and then destroyed them live in public to gain the trust of domestic and international media.

　But intelligence agencies in various countries do not think so. Japan instantly became the most popular tourist destination for intelligence personnel from various countries.

　If it weren't for the support and bonus of the deep-sea bug-like intelligence capabilities, Japan's second-rate intelligence level would have been seen through by the Americans, leaving nothing but underwear.

　Forced centralized quarantine of recipients of the problematic vaccine has begun across Japan.

　Downstairs of an apartment building, a father and daughter were walking out of the door under the care of police and medical staff.

　The lights of the police cars and ambulances parked at the door kept flashing. Even people who did nothing would feel uneasy seeing so many police lights flashing downstairs of their homes.

　The little girl became nervous when she saw the words "Osaka Prefectural Police" on the body of the police car.

　In her mind, the police would only come to her house if she made a mistake. But she had always been obedient, so why would the police come to her house?

　She couldn't figure it out, so she asked her father next to her:

　"Dad, why did the police come to take us away? Did we do something wrong?"

　The father looked at his daughter distressedly, unable to bear it, so he told a white lie: "It's okay, the police officer is just helping us move."

　"Moving? That's great!" The little girl suddenly became happy. "It would be great if my brother could come back. It would be so happy to live in a new house together~"

　"Speaking of my brother, I was video chatting with him the other day, and while we were chatting, he seemed to have turned into a girl..." the little girl said to herself.

　"Brother's white hair and red eyes are so beautiful... But why did he ignore me later and never call me again?

　It’s not working?”

　The little girl is not smart enough to figure it out at the moment, so out of love, she can only pray for her brother who is working away from home, hoping that he is safe.

　The father and daughter got on the ambulance and were escorted (supervised) by the police to the [centralized quarantine point for those who received problematic vaccines].

　This scene is just the tip of the iceberg of many similar scenes across Japan.