Working as a police officer in Mexico

The outside world called it: "Victor's Hell."

The death rate inside was as high as 100%!

No one who entered ever came out alive …

Basically, it was full of drug traffickers guilty of heinous crimes and those who opposed Victor. Japanese?

Are they even human?

"Confiscate all the properties of Japanese in Mexico, and expel the remaining people!"

"Yes!"

Victor glanced down at Shuichiro Shimada with disdain. What kind of trash is this, never checked the calendar before stepping out?

"Don't! Don't! Don't!"

Japan Street.

The military was forcing men onto the trucks, while their families cried out in agony behind them, some even kneeling on the ground begging.

"I swear I will kill all of you! When I grow up! Bastards!" A little devil shouted next to his mother, his eyes exuding resentment.

The two Thirteen Protectors nearby glanced at each other.

Then walked over with a sinister smile …

"What are you doing! Stop, stop, the child just misspoke, he just misspoke …"

Thrust…

The bayonet pierced into the body of a little Japanese, lifting him up forcefully as his mother screamed trying to rush forward, only to be stabbed in the abdomen by a nearby Thirteen Protector who relentlessly jabbed her seven or eight times.

"Your forefathers probably treated the people of Southeast Asia like this, right?" Taibao whispered into her ear with a smile.

The woman's eyes widened. She thought of her home.

A photo her father kept—a young version of her father holding a gun, lifting a child, with a man's head in his other hand, and smiling unabashedly at the camera, that proud smile almost seeping through.

It turns out...

It was very similar to now!

Inside the carriage, the Japanese man, seeing his wife's terrible fate, went mad, screaming and about to jump down but before he could stabilize, was riddled with bullets.

Falling to the ground, his gaze fixed.

Don't regard it as cruel; this man was no simple fellow, helping his compatriots in Japan smuggle into the United States, and also smuggling firearms, ammunition, and contraband from the United States. He was bound to die anyway.

A Thirteen Protector forcefully threw the skewered little devil, landing him not far away.

"If there's any more trouble, kill them all!" a leading police officer said coldly.

The nearby officers cooperatively pulled back their gun bolts, looking at them with grim faces.

The Japanese man hung his head...

Cries were everywhere on the streets.

After several trucks left, these remaining weak and women were herded onto the vehicles and would be driven to the border areas, leaving the Northern District. As for their possessions… confiscated!

Time flew and day turned into night.

Past ten in the evening, more than a dozen large trains stopped in the central combat border area, and these already dizzy and famished people were forced off.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost, don't come to the North again!"

"Sir! We will starve to death, please give us something to eat, please, give us some food …"

"Please, give my child something to eat."

A Japanese woman, looking about 20 years old, knelt on the ground, forcefully grabbing a lieutenant's wrist, begging as she knelt, her head bleeding from the impact, her voice pitiful.

The lieutenant's eyes revealed a struggle and a flicker of compassion.

He glanced around, seeing his teammates and captain standing far away, quickly pulled out a piece of chocolate and a stack of Pesos from his pocket and handed them to her, anxiously saying, "Hide them quickly!"

The woman was taken aback, hurriedly took them, and stuffed them into her clothes.

The leading troops left, those trying to climb onto the vehicles were simply crushed!

It was that cruel.

The lights went out abruptly, and an air of despair began to fill the crowd, despairing like zombies walking towards the distant horizon.

But they failed to notice several pairs of eyes hidden in the bushes.

The border area…

It was chaotic, many scattered drug traffickers, not daring to head north nor wanting to go back, turned to banditry, making money by capturing people crossing the borders.

These women…

They were prey!

Bang!

It was unclear where the gunshot came from, striking in the silent night. The owl originally perched on the tree and other unnamed birds flew up startled.

These people, were just a small part.

Victor planned a Japanese version of the "Final Solution!"

...

May 31.

Sunny.

Tokyo, Chiyoda District, Kudan North.

Jingguo Shrine!!

You could see tourists from all over the country; actually, this place was open to foreigners, though not the inner hall. The outer area was accessible, so many curious visitors would buy a pass and enter.

But today was not a usual day.

Some important figures were visiting, and one could see police all along the roadside. Of course, they were relaxed, engaging in casual conversations.

Suddenly, a roar erupted, and someone cried out loudly in Japanese, "Get down!"

People around were confused,

just as a dark, unremarkable bag was thrown over.

It rolled to the side of the road.

"Bomb! Bomb!" someone exclaimed—someone who was considerate enough to shout in Japanese, English, and even Korean. The crowd around instantly screamed and ran away; police officers who came forward to maintain order were swept away by the crowd.

By the time a few bomb disposal officers carefully approached the package, all that was inside was a stench. Upon opening the parcel, they found a head inside, its eyes fixed intently on them.

The riot police officer under the helmet shuddered, feeling a chill run through their body.

A dead man's head?!!

The incident of the Mexican Ambassador, Shuichiro Shimada, being killed and his head thrown at Jingguo Shrine, escalated quickly.

Who did it?

Why was this happening now from Mexico in Japan?

Meanwhile, someone posted on a forum that Mexico had raided Japan Street, driving out all personnel and seizing Japanese assets.

This sparked intense anti-Mexican sentiment.

Demands were made for the government to explain.

But the government provided no explanation, merely stammering when questioned. The spokesperson said they were verifying the facts and that it wasn't Shuichiro Shimada, just an ordinary person, a victim of a gangland killing.

At the end of the day...

Japan still dared not confront Mexico in earnest.

This could have sparked a war; it was practically a massacre of Japanese people, but the CIA and The Pentagon immediately suppressed their "children's" rage, urging them not to provoke Mexico any further.

Misfires are indeed trouble.

If you attack Mexico, and Mexico comes after me, wouldn't that be unfortunate?

When Dad speaks, his children can only comply, even if some internally disagreed, they were suppressed.

The recently appointed Emperor Akihito was a "weak character." When facing orders from the US representatives, he could only relent continuously.

After they left, according to a court lady, the Emperor smashed his favorite piece of Ming Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain.

Seeing the government's inaction,

some extremist organizations began to call for the formation of "Revenge Teams."

It's known that even today, there are still extremists in Japan with authoritarian leanings. They believe they haven't done anything wrong; they just lost the war, but they will reclaim everything that belongs to them.

They wanted Japan to break away from the United States and become the new world leader!

Most of these people are remnants of the war, and such teachings are particularly appealing, especially the "Great Japanese National Essence Society," a reactionary group advocating loyalty to the Emperor and expansionist policies, a vanguard of Japanese militarism.

It was an organization hoping to empower the Emperor to "reassume authority" through military might.

The organization's founder was Ono Jin'an.

His father was the infamous Onoda Hiroo, the last Japanese soldier to surrender. Ono Jin'an was the product of his father raping a Filipino woman.

He also served as the president of the Fellowship of Old Era Japanese Military Personnel's Descendants.

He was discontent with the government's inaction.

"This is definitely not the Emperor's command. The Emperor is our leader; he cannot be wrong. Since those government officials are incompetent, then let us solve the problems for them!" he told a reporter.

Privately, after discussing with some people, he decided to undertake a significant act.

Hijacking the Mexican cruise ship "Grand Duke Viktor" in Japan...

"We can only do this, so Victor will release our compatriots. Only with this, can we gain the respect we desire."

Ono Jin'an banged on the table with both hands, "Just like the Red Army's shooting incident at Tel Aviv Airport on May 30, 1972, we need to make a big move, we need to step onto the stage of history."

The people sitting in front of him were all excited.

"But this time, we may not survive. Are you prepared to sacrifice?"

"Overthrow the corrupt, support the Emperor!" the people shouted, raising their hands.

Ono Jin'an was pleased with everyone's morale and clenched his teeth, "I will ask some people to raise funds. Please help!" he said, bowing.

The people stood and bowed in response.

However…

Why didn't he go himself?

Perhaps, he understood.

Patriotism and supporting the Emperor, were just a business!

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