The shining Shoko Toyokawa

Cauchy: "Understood, this is intelligence and cognitive operations."

Xiangzi didn't reply. On the first day of 2024, the weather cleared up after a long absence.

The streets of Tokyo were a bit busier than usual. Even Xiangzi's alcoholic father had sent a message half an hour ago asking if he wanted to have dinner together in the evening. He also said that he would not drink today, just as he had promised before.

Then there are the ones from CRYCHIC...

Li Xi asked Xiangzi if he had recovered from his illness. Mu and Chu Hua sent New Year greetings.

As for Deng and Su Shi, they have been blocked by Xiangzi.

Their emotions were too heavy for Xiangzi, who decided to go to the "battlefield", to bear.

"Cauchy, what is the probability that I can make the world what I want it to be?"

Cauchy: "With the current plan, the probability is calculated to be 0.1%. If you control a medium-sized nuclear arsenal, the probability will increase by another 0.1%. Of course, your mortality rate will increase from 70% to 99.9%. "

"A one in a thousand success rate? That's enough..."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry for band rehearsal! I'm so sorry!"

Suddenly, Xiangzi's shoulders sank; she was bumped into by someone. It was a girl a little younger than Xiangzi, with black hair tied into cute twin ponytails and a guitar bag on her shoulder.

It was the bag that hit Xiangzi. She quickly apologized and ran away. Perhaps she was really in a hurry to go to rehearsal.

It's great that the band is still rehearsing during the New Year...

Xiangzi walked towards the subway, while the black-haired girl ran in the sunshine.

Her face was full of anxiety, but her eyes were full of anticipation. She... was going to do something happy.

"I'm busy today, forget it."

Xiangzi sent a message to his drunkard father, but he waited for more than ten minutes but received no reply.

The tram she was going to take arrived at the station, and she finally let go of her last bit of hope and got on the tram.

"Drinking again..."

The girl's voice disappeared in the noisy subway.

She bought a one-way ticket.

She clicked on her electronic watch again to check the weather forecast.

2024年1月1日，天气晴，西北风2—3级

There are still 4 hours until Cauchy's first attack...

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12:50

Chiyoda Ward, outside the cordon,

"Hello, young lady. I'm a reporter from the Sankei Shimbun. Are you a student?"

Gao Songdeng was a little overwhelmed when he was suddenly interviewed.

The reporter didn't ask her if she was willing to be interviewed, but continued to talk, "That's great, students are the future of District 11, and the future of District 11 is so concerned about this matter.

Even regardless of the danger, he came to the scene of the predicted crime,

Dear viewers, this shows that we in District 11 have great potential to become a powerful nation!"

"You must be angry at those criminals!"

The reporter put the microphone in front of the lamp. Now the camera couldn't capture his expression. The look he gave her was full of adult oppression.

Deng couldn't understand. The reporter was clearly speaking the dialect of Area 11, but why was it so difficult to understand when they were put together?

She lowered her head subconsciously, her body trembling slightly.

And many times, there is no point in keeping silent.

"I'm shaking with anger! What kind of terrorist could make a sweet and kind girl, the future of Area 11, so angry?"

The reporter turned to look at the camera and said indignantly, "Ming-na-san, this is the true face of Organization X! Please don't be deceived by them!"

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

At the cameraman's reminder, the paparazzi finally discovered that there was a girl with long black hair, raising her middle finger behind him.

Just when he was about to use his skilled words to force the other party to apologize,

The one with long black hair turned around,

Very quickly, she raised a trash can and rushed towards the paparazzi duo.

"What are you trying to force my friend to say, you bastards!?"

"Don't come over!!!"

The paparazzi duo fled in panic.

"Oh my god, what a lot of strength!"

"What are they talking about? Where is my royal translator?"

"In short, paparazzi are creatures that should be beaten to death (no mercy)"

"The anchor will also be beaten to death, right?"

"Thanks to Mr. Dongfeng Express for the reward of the Dimension City!"

Looking at the dense barrage of comments on a certain pink APP, Miao Mengya Huazi almost laughed out loud.

She thanked the rat popcorn on the other side of the sea in very authentic Chinese, and looked around like a cat. Everyone stood on tiptoe, pointing their cameras and mobile phones at the holy toilet more than 1000 meters away.

And she discovered a new track in the morning. Others live broadcast the God's toilet, and she live broadcast the people who live broadcast the God's toilet.

"You bastard, I was here first!"

Look, someone is having another argument over a position.

Miao Meng immediately pointed her phone in that direction, praying in her heart, 'Fight, fight! This way, I will soon break 10 followers on this platform!'

The time soon came to 13:5, at this time, the scene became quiet.

"Ah, the video call is disconnected! Has the signal interference increased?!"

Not far from Miaomeng, someone was muttering resentfully,

The signal in Miao Meng's live broadcast room was also interrupted. Obviously, the police used signal jamming methods near the sanctuary.

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"There's only signal jamming, no other air defense facilities?"

In the cordoned area, Naomi Misora's temples were throbbing. She didn't care whether the sanctuary would be bombed or not.

But she worries that if an accident really happens, it will make the world situation even more turbulent.

“Yes, Boss. The District 11 government is worried that the air defense systems will enter the city and cause unnecessary panic, so they are deployed around the perimeter.

But don't worry, the density of air defense equipment protecting Chiyoda District is several times that of Kiev.

Even a fly can’t fly in!”

The newcomer stared at the sacred toilet expectantly, like a child lighting firecrackers to blast cow dung.

"On the contrary, I hope that someone really attacks. If that happens, it will prove that you are really... uh, excuse me, I don't mean to be paranoid... ah... Red Bean Paste's Secret Marseille!"

"I hope I'm really the one who's paranoid."

Naomi looked at her watch again.

The current time is 13:12, and there are still...

"This is NHK TV's on-site reporter Yutenji Kaimu. There's 1 minute and 13 seconds left until the predicted attack time of the 'X' organization. I'm currently on a tall building 1 kilometer away from the shrine."

The female reporter's voice was standard and clear. She was wearing a standard grey OL outfit and her long hair was tied into a high ponytail.

"As I just mentioned, the ground near the shrine has been completely blocked, and the airspace of Chiyo District is under full surveillance by the Self-Defense Forces radar.

The Metropolitan Police Department stated that they have thoroughly checked the interior of the shrine and that it is now absolutely safe.

As far as I can see, all I see is a vast expanse of blue, without any aircraft.

Of course, the pile of unopened New Year balloons does not count. I don't think balloons can accurately attack a location.

It seems that the declaration of the 'X' organization is just a 'prank'.

In the last ten seconds, please watch the image of the shrine."

Chiyoda District fell into silence, and everyone who came to the scene held their breath.

Anyone with a little military knowledge would not believe that an attack would occur in a few seconds.

There are no passenger planes or drones in the sky, and the ground is packed. Even if the police are incompetent, they should be able to find the bomb hidden in the sanctuary with so much time, right?

But the lamp doesn't think so.

With a feeling like static electricity flowing through her scalp, she looked in one direction.

"Light?" Li Xi looked at the light strangely, and followed her gaze.

A little girl sitting on her father's shoulders at the outskirts of the crowd looked around boredly and looked in that direction. She exclaimed in surprise, "Look, Daddy! There are so many balloons!"

More than 10 kilometers away from them, at an altitude of more than 4000 meters, there were countless red balloons floating.

Although they floated into the sky, it seemed that the people who released the New Year balloons forgot to untie them, so under the pull of the strings, they could only gather together and float, which looked quite spectacular.

"Danger!!!"

The lamp seemed to be wailing, pulling Li Xi's hand and running away from the crowd.

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The live broadcast of NHK TV suddenly went dark.

Goto Ichiri subconsciously widened her eyes. She seemed to see a beam of green light flying towards the sacred toilet in the center of the picture.

The next moment, the exposure on TV reached its limit, causing Goto Ichiri to subconsciously squint his eyes.

It wasn't until a loud rumbling noise came through the live broadcast that Yili realized—

The attack claimed by Organization X actually happened!

Chapter 10: Premonition

"The main shrine building... is completely destroyed..."

With strong mental strength, NHK TV's on-site reporter Yutenji Kaimeng faced the shock wave of the explosion and explained the situation at the scene before others could react.

"Organization X's attack is real. It's as powerful as dozens of artillery shells landing on the shrine! What happened? How did they do it?!

There is chaos outside the cordon now. Oh no... someone fell down. The police are trying hard to maintain order, but it's useless!

It's horrific! Compared to drones or suicide trucks, this method of attack is unheard of!"

"Ms. Yutenji, the signal is interrupted,"

At the reminder of the staff in charge of filming, Yutenji Haimeng, whose hair was blown into a mess, suddenly squatted down and hid behind an air conditioner on the rooftop.

"Well, did you see how the attack happened? I thought I saw a beam of light coming."

The duo in charge of filming followed her and hid behind the console, half-crouching and looking around.

"Is that the one?"

The photographer pointed his finger at a group of red New Year balloons more than ten kilometers away, "I feel that the light is coming from the direction of the balloons..."

The balloons drifted with the wind, and there was nothing unusual about them.

He is indeed a professional paparazzi. Although the live broadcast was interrupted, he did not forget to use the camera to capture the scene while hiding.

The photographer aimed his camera at the group of balloons and kept zooming in, but even at the maximum zoom, all he captured was still just a bunch of balloons.

"It seems not..."

He then turned the camera to where the crowd was gathered outside the cordon.