In the suburbs of Tokyo, a fleet of rapidly moving military vehicles.

This was the second time that the head of government had secretly moved. When the guards set up the prime minister and stuffed him into the armored vehicle, he was still taking a nap and had no idea what had happened.

Now in front of him, there are two laptops, one on the screen is the recording and the other is the live broadcast. The Prime Minister's mind is temporarily on the recording and broadcast. A clerk who had just been found who was proficient in Chinese was translating to the Prime Minister in front of the TV.

The space in the car was not big. The Prime Minister and the young clerk squeezed into the car and looked at the two computers. The posture was not very comfortable, but no one could care about these at this moment. The Prime Minister, who was just over 40, was in his prime, and these were nothing to him. At this moment, his attention was all focused on these two small laptops.

From the previous introduction, the Prime Minister has known that the person in the picture is probably the source of all the troubles in the recent stage. The Prime Minister's eyes are closely focused on Tian Jun who is "performing", this seemingly ordinary young man from China, this drug criminal, murderer, terrorist, and - "program host."

Tian Jun was explaining every detail of his actions in detail, including what ability he used, how many people he killed, and what effect he caused in the end... His face didn't look very good, and at first glance he even seemed a little melancholy. If it weren't for the corpse next to him and the blood on his clothes, he would have thought that this was an ordinary person under trial and was telling his crime in the interrogation room.

When describing these details, Tian Jun really couldn't see anything on his face, but as long as he talked about the murder scene and the expressions of the victims, a slightly sensitive person could notice it. The excitement and pride flashed in Tian Jun's eyes, just like a butcher boasting about his sword skills to others. A general pointed to the corpses of enemies all over the ground and said, "Look, these, and those are my military achievements."

"This madman!" The Prime Minister quickly stepped forward and looked selectively for a minute or two. The Tian Jun in the picture was amazingly fast. The Prime Minister could even see a drop of blood flowing down the camera slowly along the camera, dyeing a dark red mark on the picture. The Prime Minister looked at the video time, and the total "program" time had exceeded 40 minutes.

"Where is Director Matsumoto?" said the chief in response to the commander, "I want to talk to him."

The Prime Minister said that Matsumoto is the director of the Japanese Defense Department. In theory, he is the highest official of Japan's existing military armed forces. However, according to the Constitution, only after the Prime Minister's authorization can his command be used to a certain extent.

The captain repeated the Prime Minister's order on the vehicle radio station and sent a headset to the back. After the Prime Minister put it on, he had no time to make a little adjustment and asked: "Is it Matsumoto?"

The voice on the other side of the phone was low, but the Prime Minister still heard that it was Matsumoto himself.

The Prime Minister asked angrily: "What are you still hesitating about? Are you making the plan? Do you still want me to repeat it and destroy it! I order you to destroy the TV tower immediately!"

After the Prime Minister finished his order, he waited for a long time but did not receive a response. He solemnly repeated: "Destroy the TV Tower immediately, Matsumoto, do your duty! Have you heard it?"

"But..." The voice on the headphones was a little hesitant, "Would you like to issue an evacuation alarm first? There are crowds near the building, and there may be staff in the building..."

"I know what you want to say... I know," the Prime Minister adjusted his breathing. While thinking about the words, he was actually adjusting his emotions. "I don't want to repeat meaningless arguments anymore. I don't need to emphasize the other party's threat anymore. I just ask you one thing. If you give up this opportunity, can you guarantee that this lunatic will not do something bigger next time? Don't be ruthless, these sacrifices are worth it."

"But……"

"No, Matsumoto," the Prime Minister's voice penetrated his headphones, like a sharp sword from hell, "I am the Prime Minister, and I will take all the responsibility, Matsumoto."

The Minister of Defense could completely refuse to enforce the order on the grounds that it was unconstitutional, but he did not. The law was just a piece of tissue in the face of cruel reality.

Just a few dozen seconds after the Prime Minister's order was issued, the order had been transmitted layer by layer to a missile base set up in the suburbs of Tokyo. There, a lush mountain opened its arms towards the sky, and the green grass was slowly moved away, revealing the black hole.

"The coordinates are given, request a duplicate command."

"Destroy the TV Tower!" The head of the head looked at the smile on the corner of Ueda Jun's mouth, closed his eyes, and his teeth were violently grinding. He knew what his decision meant. In peacetime and national unity, the Prime Minister used military base missiles to attack his capital... This can be said to be unprecedented in the world's military history.

As the fire flashed, the Prime Minister's anger turned into a white sharp arrow that soared into the air. With its mission, it quickly disappeared at the end of the sky, leaving only a long white trail, which divided the entire sky into two halves.

Almost at the same moment when the missile left the base, Tian Jun suddenly saw a flash of red light in his eyes, as if someone had installed some kind of alarm device in his brain. In his previous experience, he had known that this red light represented danger. If he understood according to the game he had played, he should actually have four skills, which is a "passive skill" that can predict danger.

Tian Jun raised his head, finally smiled at the camera, waved and said, "Good Lala." Then the figure flashed and disappeared from the TV.

The first time he hit the laptop with a punch, punching the LCD screen into a deep sunken pit.

The base personnel temporarily transferred the missile target but failed. The missile was already in a downtown area, and it had entered the downward action before the attack target.

Within a few seconds after Tian Jun disappeared, the missile accurately hit the target. The Tokyo TV Tower became a pile of ruins in the violent explosion. The number of casualties caused by this missile attack...

"Is this sacrifice really worth it?" Matsumoto looked at the real-time image sent back on the scene, countless terrified crowds ran around the buildings, people wearing fire continued to jump off the roof, and the sound of the fire brigade sounded like the sorrow of a funeral. All the scenes were so familiar and profound, just like the nightmare a few days ago.

...

Before this accident, Morita was an ordinary salesperson. After returning home safely, his parents and sister who came to hear the news couldn't help but hug each other and cried.

Before this, they had always complained about Morita being a futile salesperson. Every time they met, they would come up with it and say that his sister worked as a product designer in a factory and her salary was several times that of his younger brother. Every time she met, she would advise him to work in their factory, and her parents agreed with this statement, but this time, none of them talked about this topic.

Only in the face of disasters can people realize what is truly valuable.

Morita originally wanted to tell his parents about what he encountered this time, but after thinking about it carefully, he still didn't say it. He thought that this should be considered a religion, so that people who believe in believe in it and let people who live in it live.

The next day, Morita, who had just sent off his parents and sister, returned home. Looking at the newly renovated room that was cleaned up by his family, Morita didn't know what he felt in his heart, there was warmth, touching, and a faint sense of peace of mind. This feeling reminded him of the experience he had at the rescue site before. Compared with that time, this feeling is still much weaker now. Compared with the two, it is like the turbulence of a stream and the waves of the sea.

The stream struggles forward in twists and turns, not just to find the final destination, because there is quantity itself a kind of force, and even without layers of obstacles along the way, the waves of the sea are enough to create surging.

"Pongpong" The knocking sound from the door interrupted Morita's thoughts. He put on his slippers and went to open the door. He saw a courier standing at the door. The other party looked him up and down, took out a mailing bag, and asked, "Is it Mr. Morita?"

"Yes, I'm."

"This is your email, please sign for it."

Morita lowered his head and saw that it was a very ordinary small package, which looked just the size of a palm, similar to the packaging of a normal package. It was wrapped in a paper bag layer by layer on the outside, and it was impossible to see the appearance of the things inside.

Morita felt his heart tremble slightly, but his face was not revealed, but he just lowered his head and took the postman's pen to sign. When signing, he looked at the mailing address of the mailing address, which read the address of a factory.

Almost unable to wait, Morita, who returned to the room, immediately looked for tools to open the package, and then saw a watch inside that looked like a scaleless watch. On the smooth square mirror, there was a light blue light, just like the color of the sea water he had just imagined.

He put his watch on his wrist and gently pressed the mirror with his fingers.

Morita felt that the blue pattern seemed to have entered his brain directly along the blood vessels. The pattern opened the forbidden zone of his soul like a key. He had already experienced this feeling before. When it disappeared, he couldn't help but feel regretful. Even after he came back, he still couldn't believe that he could relive this feeling one day.

He knew that as long as the Lord was still there and as long as he wanted, he would always have this feeling.

Morita was not the first person to receive a "watch". Therefore, when he was "online", the number of people in the consciousness network was already quite large. Although everyone could not speak, the users were already quite satisfied with it only when they were "hang up" online.

Morita could feel many strange and novel thoughts surging back and forth in his heart. His heart suddenly filled with many novel ideas that he could not experience. He could suddenly understand why some people like to travel and why some people like to climb mountains... Morita was like a child by the sea, with the waves washed by. He excitedly picked up the new shells left on the beach, compared their stripes, and his heart was full of novelty and happiness.

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