Japan, Kyoto... On the street where the bombing attack just happened.
Japanese police have already set up a long warning tape... The Special High Class has also stepped in to investigate.
On a straight city road over 300 ters long lay more than twenty bodies, so incomplete... bloodied and mangled.
Of course, so seriously injured civilians were taken to the hospital for ergency treatnt, and there were over a hundred people with slight injuries from the bombing.
dia reporters were blocked from approaching, with no interviews allowed.
Fujita, with a face full of frustration, walked into the scene from the barrier and the first thing he saw were the bodies of the three elders. His fists clenched tightly, his teeth gritted.
On the site, he could clearly see how intense the fight that just took place really was.
Yes, he shouldn't have underestimated them, the enemy was clearly capable of wiping out the Red Butterfly with just a few people. Yet he thought that escorting them with so many experts would guarantee success.
Looking at the unlocked handcuffs and leg chains on the ground, Fujita let out an angry roar and fiercely kicked the luxury limo.
In the ambulance, Fujita found Ikeshita, who survived the explosion.
Ikeshita was sitting in the ambulance breathing oxygen, his face pale. Although his mind was sowhat shaken, his consciousness was relatively clear.
"Li San? Han Shengjun? Ren Ying? They all ca?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you say they were all in Huaxia?"
"My... intelligence was wrong, I'm sorry. I was careless..."
"You..." Seeing Ikeshita's grim face, this man who used to be his instructor in the early days of the army, Fujita couldn't bring himself to vent his anger on him.
"Fujita-kun, they haven't left Japan yet, we still have a chance..." Ikeshita took a deep breath of oxygen and said heavily.
"Yes, there's still a chance. Did you see which way they went?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhong shook his head. At the ti, he had been knocked unconscious by the explosion, and didn't know what had happened afterward.
Since Ikeshita had no information, Fujita quickly went to question the other seven survivors.
The result was exactly the sa...
"Damn it, they're all idiots... Imdiately retrieve all the nearby recordings. Kyoto has no airport, they will definitely go to other cities. Dispatch people to strictly inspect the Shinkansen, and detain anyone coming from Huaxia. Strictly screen all airports in Yokohama, Nagoya, Osaka, and DJ and check everyone on all flights to Huaxia thoroughly."
"Yes..."
"Wait a minute... Also inform the Foreign Minister to put pressure on Huaxia."
"Hmm? This?"
"What? Is there a problem?"
"No, I'll get on it right away..."
"Go, Lingze, Lingze... Hmm, didn't that kid co?"
"Reporting to Captain Fujita, he's been in his room the whole ti, with no intention of coming along..."
"Ah, if only we had listened to his advice more, perhaps the problem wouldn't be this troubleso. Let's go, we'll head back first, and others give a search along the way, make sure to question anyone suspicious... I'll have their photos sent to all your phones."
"Yes."
anwhile, in Huaxia, in the principal's office of Yanhuang Soul.
The explosion in Kyoto, Japan was being broadcast on television, though the dia couldn't get close, they could still film from a distance.
By now, it was past one in the afternoon, and Fan Lingtian still hadn't received any word from Xiaofan. It was making this old man extrely anxious.
He didn't know what Xiaofan was up to, and although he wanted to call and ask, he was afraid of disturbing these young people.
Their wings had fully grown, and they could fly independently; while he trusted them, anxiety was inevitable. After all, Fan Lingtian was a senior, and as an old man worrying about the younger generation, it ca from his love for them.
"Fan Lingtian, Fan Lingtian..."
Amid his anxious wait, an angry shout suddenly ca from the door.
That old guy from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs once again barged in, still walking with a solemn military stride, but beneath his brows was a hint of anger.
"What wind brought you here again? You've been making quite a number of visits to my Yanhuang Soul lately," Fan Lingtian said slowly.
"What wind? That damned wind from Japan. Look, it's on the news, twenty-seven people dead and over a hundred civilians injured. They called us, demanding answers."
"Oh? They move quickly? Did they arrest anyone?" Fan Lingtian asked anxiously.
"Arrest anyone? If they arrested soone who ratted out Yanhuang Soul, I wouldn't be here talking to you, you'd be headed to a military tribunal."
"Phew, you scared . So they haven't caught anybody, what are you making noise about? Co, co, have a cup of tea... Old class leader, co, calm down..."
"Hmph, it's absurd you call class leader when you're the one running Yanhuang Soul now, managing it like this. What was the deal before? To only rescue people and not escalate it, but now the whole world knows. Bombs, so many people dead."
'Ring ring...' The phone on Fan Lingtian's desk suddenly rang.
It was a text ssage, sent from Junjie.
Fan Lingtian ignored the continued ranting, opened the ssage: Elder Fan, we've rescued the person, everyone is safe and sound. We were in a hurry and forgot to send a ssage to report that we are safe. We're now continuing with our plan to return...
Smiling, the previously worried Fan Lingtian finally let out a smile.
"Laugh, why are you laughing, what's funny... Do you know what tone the Japanese diplomat used? It may not be who took the call directly, but even my secretary told he swore. What nonsense."
"Oh right, those Japanese bastards are all no good," Fan Lingtian chid in imdiately.
"Don't change the subject. I'm telling you, if this really blows up, I won't be able to save you. Letting your subordinates do sothing like this, where's your discipline, your organization? You're a veteran party mber, let tell you..."
"Am I without organization, without discipline? You old thing, have you said enough?" Well, Fan Lingtian was starting to get upset.
"What, what does it an?" Seeing Fan Lingtian angry too, it startled the 'old class leader'.
"So what if twenty-sothing jerks are dead? Without even ntioning previous tis, just a while ago, a team of young people died at their hands. You know about that, don't you? Did you see their families' tears?"
"I cursed those sons of bitches back then," the 'old class leader' retorted defiantly.
"Right, you cursed them, did it help? Now that Xiaofan has killed over twenty of those bastards, I'm cheering for them. So what? Why is it that when they ca here to kill, all we did was curse a little and let it pass? What Xiaofan did, it relieved my anger, what can you say about that? Honestly, if they could have killed hundreds of those bastards, I'd buy a million-firecracker string and hang it at Yanhuang Soul's front gate to celebrate... Damn it all. What?" Fan Lingtian's temper flared up as well.
"You... you old thing, you're really saying this?" The 'old class leader' was left speechless, turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped: "Next ti you set off firecrackers, rember to get a string of a million too."
"Ah? Okay, okay, take care. Next ti, I'll treat you to tea." Fan Lingtian paused montarily, then laughed heartily: "This old child."
But you two, who exactly is the old child here? Or perhaps, both of you are...
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