In a bewildered and confused heavy rain, the first thing that catches your eye is a long flood.

After entering the city of Kyoto, the flood water of the Laimagawa Reservoir seems to have exhausted its initial potential energy and become surging after a long period of surging water and the terrain continues to open up. However, due to the sheer size of the city, which inundated almost every corner of Kyoto City, the flood became more and more enormous, spreading among the tall buildings, rising steadily and slowly.

The camera, which constantly changes position and focal length, gradually pushes forward after sweeping the entire vast area and concentrating on a high ground not far away.

There, it's a completely different picture.

In the center of the picture is a huge area of ruins, huge fragments of reinforced concrete, piled up on the ground, where the flood water hits and makes a loud slapping sound.

The strangely shaped corpses lay in a mess on the ground, disappearing and fluttering as the flood continued to shake.

Patches of red foam continued to rise on the surface of the water, spreading out in all directions as the water rippled.

Countless large construction vehicles with bright headlights on, constantly whining and roaring, roaring, digging and transporting in the water, on the ruins.

Bodies stained with mud and blood, crushed arms, lost legs, lost heads, and even turned their entire bodies into a patty were dug up and piled up on transport vehicles.

"Oh my God—"

Is this still the prosperous and stable Kyoto? It's hell on earth!

When they saw this picture, many people began to exclaim violently, and even vomited, vomiting so dark that they almost vomited bile.

"What you see now is an abandoned neighborhood in the western suburbs of Kyoto City." A figure appears in the frame.

The man was wearing a red raincoat, and the rain kept beating down on his head, turning into a white wave of water, pouring and lapping on his face.

Many people recognized this person's identity at a glance - Masamasa Murayama, the largest news organization in Jeppen and the most senior top reporter in Asahi Sankei.

This elite reporter, who has brought shocking news every time he appeared in the past ten years, completely ignored the torrential rain that slapped on his body, and said with a heavy face: "More than an hour ago, the first and second squadrons of the 702nd Wing of my 162nd Brigade, which were ordered to return to the Mochuan Reservoir, were suddenly attacked by the enemy here...... More than 200 officers and soldiers were all shattered! ”

There was an unbearable calm, and everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the tense and busy rescue scene on the screen.

"Find a survivor!" A cry of surprise rang out at the rescue site, and the huge sound spread through Masasa Murayama's microphone to every lit TV screen.

The camera pans to the spot where the cheers erupted.

Several rescue team members dressed in eye-catching orange costumes commanded a huge hook machine, lifted a huge concrete slab, and carefully lifted a person from below.

The man's clothes were stained with blood, but he was still barely recognizable, and it was a camouflage combat uniform belonging to the Jeppen Defense Force. Although the combat uniform was extremely tattered and dirty, the two silver five-pointed stars on the shoulders of the relatively intact one represented that this was a lieutenant officer.

The lieutenant's lower body had turned into a shapeless lump of mud, his eyes were closed, and only the faint heaving chest showed that he had not completely lost his breath. The situation was so tragic and the images were so bloody that all the viewers in front of the TV could barely breathe.

"Look at the tragic fate of our warriors! The enemy, who has turned this peaceful and tranquil region into a living hell, has flooded the capital of our empire and slaughtered our warriors with brutality! In a terrible silence, an extremely angry expression appeared on Masasa Murayama's face, almost screaming: "We have to ask, who is it that caused this inhumane massacre?" ”

No one has been able to answer this question.

"Now, let me lead you all to see another place and see what's going on there!" The camera watched as the lieutenant was put into the ambulance, and Masayasa Murayama's voice came from outside the frame.

People watched in a daze as Masa Murayama boarded a small helicopter, watched the helicopter rise from the ground, watched the camera rise and rise, in the heavy rain, passing over the high-rise buildings, and skimming over the woods that could only show the black contour line in the vast rainstorm......

Suddenly, a dazzling red light rushed into people's eyes.

What is that? It's a fire, a skyrocketing fire!

An eight-story building, the roof and walls have completely collapsed, and the ground is in ruins, leaving only the steel frame, trembling and twisting in the raging fire.

In the air, there was a dense gray-black smoke, like a huge mushroom, shrouded in the roof of the building, and it did not disperse for a long time.

On the ground, the ruins were littered with charred, blackened, twisted corpses.

Floods, fires, tragic shapes of the dead...... Is it war? Is it the end of the world? Or is it a punishment from God?

Anger burns in people's hearts.

Masamasa Murayama's voice soon sounded outside the frame, hoarse and muffled.

"This was originally the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau of the Imperial Defense Ministry, but what we see now is just a Shura field! After attacking our Imperial army, the enemy has launched a brazen attack on this place! The camera panned to Masayasa Murayama in the front row of the helicopter, and at this moment, his expression was exaggeratedly distorted, waving his arms and shouting: "In the face of this situation, we have to ask, do we, the Jeppen Empire and hundreds of millions of people, need a normal army that can protect us from infringement and killing under any circumstances!" ”

The camera turns to the hellish ground again. The stunned people who were shocked by the hell they saw in front of them, under the skillful guidance of Masamasa Murayama, their blood was stimulated to the top of their heads, and after a moment of silence, they roared excitedly, and in Kyoto City, in all corners of the entire Jeppen Empire, they burst out violently and soared into the sky.

"Yes! Want! Want! ”

No one knew that outside the camera, a trace of undetectable smugness flashed at the corner of Murayama Masamasa's mouth, and soon became hideous and angry again.

No one knew that it was just a performance, a live newspaper drama that was performed live according to a pre-choreographed script.

No one knows how excited Murayama Masayasa was when he received the task assigned by Takenori Ohno himself-as long as he succeeds in public opinion, there will be countless money, beautiful women, and power waiting for him to grab in front of him.

What is the death of a few people? It is the most exciting thing to be able to get the greatest benefit from yourself.

Isn't it?

PS: Sweat sweat, sweat, the computer hung up again, it looks like I have to change it......