Murakami, 55 years old this year, is a television journalist who has been in the industry for more than 30 years.

Logically speaking, guys of his age would be very steady, but after receiving a satellite phone call, he jumped up excitedly.

"Quick! Prepare the satellite live broadcast car!"

Murakami put on a blazer and shouted loudly.

"Senior, why are you preparing for a live broadcast car? TV has been stopped now." Masatsuki Iijima, wearing Tokyo TV work clothes, came to work when the road was seriously damaged and the risk of accidents was extremely high.

It’s not because he likes work so much, but because he wants to come by himself and may get a salary.

Japan will never disappear just because of a small monster.

Since it will still exist, then work.

"Let's talk about the details on the car, time is tight. We must rush to Shinjuku High School as soon as possible."

Murakami tied every button carefully, just like a samurai who was about to go to the battlefield, treating his own armor.

"Is it because the Prime Minister announced the reconstruction of Tokyo and the resumption of work in full?" Masatsuki Iijima began to prepare equipment while unable to stop his mouth.

"His Majesty the Emperor is going to announce the establishment of the second new Tokyo city!"

"Really!?"

"Baga! Get ready!"

Murakami swears, and Masatsuki Iijima uses the walkie-talkie to call the relevant personnel and boards the live broadcast car with Tokyo TV and Sony logos printed on it.

Although the departure is fast, the road conditions should not be as bad as expected.

Roads that did not have severe breakage or misalignment were also blocked by the wreckage of cars.

After a little stay, the people in the ruins who had not eaten for many days showed their green eyes and looked at them.

"Go away! Go away!"

Murakami urged him very quickly.

He called the satellite phone, "We will arrive soon and can send live broadcast signals at any time, but you need to solve the broadcast problem."

"Okay." Seto Hideaki on the plane was not too long-winded.

The mrj regional aircraft produced by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries is soaring in the sky.

This 92-seat medium-sized passenger plane has removed almost all its seats at this moment.

Seto Hideaki leaned against the Petri dish, holding a space phone in one hand and lighting a cigarette with his bare hands.

"I'm looking for Yuya Endo from the Self-Defense Force."

"Who are you?"

"Shiaki Seto of Kyoto University."

"I'm Endo, what's wrong with you?"

"I remember you have the ability to hijack satellite signals, right? I will launch satellite signals later. I want as many people as possible to see my live broadcast."

“…I need to ask my superiors for advice.”

Seto Hideaki spitted the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his feet. "The Science Suicide Squad has the right to call on all necessary resources. Yuya Endo!"

"Yes!" The sound of a chair moving and standing attentive came from the phone.

"My necessary resource now is to let as many people in the world receive my live broadcast signal. Do you understand?"

“Hi!”

Seto Hideaki hung up the phone and called Murakami, "The signal problem has been solved, I'll arrive soon."

The live broadcast car just stopped, and the live broadcast car held the seat and stabilized its body, "Where are you from?"

"In the sky."

Seto Hideaki hung up the phone and said, "Prepare to land."

"Report! There is no landing track near Shinjuku Middle School."

"Then hover over Shinjuku High School, I'm going to jump down and join my research fellows."

"yes!"

"Teacher, why do we do this? It's too risky. As long as we continue to conduct research, we will definitely find greater discoveries!" the accompanying student asked cowardly.

"Continue to research? Greater discovery? My child, where do you think you are? We are in Japan!

The reagent production plant collapsed.

The power plant has also stopped working.

Even basic daily water and eating have become problems.

My student!

Do you think our institute is living in a vacuum?

What other scientific research can we do next?

Does it not hurt to study how to eat by monsters?

You, a little guy born in the Heisei era, don't understand.

What does it mean to be a jade-breaking thing?”

Seto Hideaki manually opened the aircraft cabin door, fought against the huge suction force, and pushed down the Petri dishes with difficulty.

Murakami below said to Masatsuki Iijima who was looking at the camera beside him, "Photoing in the sky."

"Are there meteorites in the sky? Or will the money be lost?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just take pictures if you ask me to take pictures!"

Masatsuki Iijima curled his lips, and the camera shot aimlessly towards the sky.

Suddenly, something yellow flashed in the camera.

He hurriedly followed up manually.

He saw a jar falling rapidly.

"Bang!"

A lot of liquid splashed.

"Senior, it seems that something has crawled out of it!"

"What?"

"The jar fell from the sky."

"Don't worry about that jar, I want you to shoot people."

Murakami's words just finished.

Iijima Masatsuki lifted the camera to the sky and captured a parachute that was blooming.

"Senior, is that one!?"

"That's that."

"Operation station should be paid attention to, push live broadcast signals.Operation station should be paid attention to, push live broadcast signals."

A base at the Self-Defense Force, "Report! Civilian live broadcast signal was detected! Report! Civilian live broadcast signal was detected!"

“Run the signal!”

"Yes! Repost the signal!"

The only technology that the Self-Defense Force has, the firepower is now fully launched.

Northeast Asia!

Southeast Asia!

South Asian subcontinent!

Europe!

North America!

Latin does not!

Australia!

The audience who was watching a satellite program suddenly discovered how the picture on their TV turned into a skydiving scene facing the sky.

"Damn it! I spent sixty dollars a month just to see the sky? I want to report it!" The Texan, who was watching the UFC unlimited fighting game, made a complaint call with red neck.

The kangaroo jumped, looking at the screen, tilting his head in confusion.

An aunt who was watching an expert health special program saw a sudden scene. Looking at the person who was skydiving inside, can skydiving be healthy?

The British Empire could not afford the expensive color TV program fee and was still using 12-inch black and white TVs. Looking at the screen, thinking about whether this is a new way to collect TV fees.
To be continued...