While Kishisuke Shinzo was roaring in his prime minister's office, Masamasa Murayama's helicopter took off from the rooftop of the Asahi Sankei newspaper office.

"Faster, faster!" Under the constant urging of Masasa Murayama, the pilot slammed the accelerator to the maximum, and the helicopter flew towards the southwest coast of Kyoto with a loud roar.

In Masasa Murayama's heart, a huge opportunity is in front of him.

With his status in the press and his status as a member of the Jiaolong Society, it is not difficult to interview Master Kenyashi Fujiyama, dig up first-hand information, and get the "behind-the-scenes truth" of this explosive incident, which adds a lot of color to his career as a journalist.

Of course, if you can persuade Yashirome to change his mind, retract his speech, and cooperate with the prime minister, then he will get much more than if he had been in the press industry.

The only regret is that during the entire flight, Masasa Murayama tried to call the number of Lord Yashiro countless times, but it was always turned off. However, it doesn't matter anymore, in a few minutes the helicopter will be over the castle, and by that time......

Masama Murayama quickly adjusted his emotions, tried his best to regain his composure, and then closed his eyes comfortably, he needed to think carefully about what he was going to say to Fujiyama in a few minutes. His two assistants adjusted the equipment in their hands and looked at him, an icon of journalism, with awe from time to time.

"Rumble" An engine roar interrupted Masamasa Murayama's musings, and he opened his eyes, frowned, and looked out the porthole. Then, his forehead froze.

A small squadron of three helicopter gunships, in a zigzag formation, quickly approached from the rear, the rocket nest on the belly of the helicopter flashed with a cold cold light, the muzzle of the 12.7 mm heavy machine gun with a black hole had already poked out of the fuselage, and the two ground-to-ground missiles carried by each plane were even more vicious.

AH-5S "Cobra" five generations! As a veteran political and military correspondent, Masayasa Murayama recognized at a glance the Jeppen Army Air Corps' most advanced gunship.

"The army? What are they coming to do? Masasa Murayama suddenly had a bad premonition, and when he was puzzled, the loudspeaker of the AH-5S had already begun to shout: "The Army Air Corps is on duty, the CR-001 helicopter, immediately leave the current airspace!" Repeat, the Army Aviation Corps is on duty, and the CR-001 helicopter immediately leaves the current airspace! ”

With the huge sound of the loudspeaker, the 12.7 mm heavy machine gun on board of the AH-5S as the leader of the formation, the muzzle of the black hole slowly turned, aiming at Murayama Masamasa's helicopter, like the fangs of a cobra, ready to burst out and hurt people at any time!

The driver's face turned pale. For a completely unarmored civilian model, in the face of a large-caliber heavy machine gun, the only end is to be beaten into a sieve and turned into a piece of slag in mid-air!

Murayama Masamasa's face also became very ugly, and he took a few deep breaths before he said with a gloomy face: "Turn around, go around from the west!" ”

The pilot let out a long sigh of relief, pushed the joystick impatiently, and the helicopter sank slightly, tilted slightly in the air, changed the direction of flight, made a large circle to the west, and carefully turned back to the direction of the castle.

What made Masasa Murayama feel that something was wrong was that the three "Cobras" had flown directly above the open space in the center of the castle, the pilot aircraft was suspended in the air at an altitude of 100 meters to maintain deterrence, and the other two planes had been lowered to less than 20 meters above the ground, ready to land. But there was no sign of any movement in the entire manor, not even a single curious peer.

"What about people? What have you done? Isn't Lord Yashiro ...... yet" Murayama Masasa's puzzled gaze suddenly froze, and a figure in a black suit suddenly rushed out of the largest building in the middle, waving desperately at the slowly descending "cobra", and shouting something in his mouth.

Fujiyama built!

Masasa Murayama saw Ken Fujiyama safe and sound, and the hesitation in his heart eased a little, but the next moment, his mouth opened wide, and he shouted hoarsely: "Don't-"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom—"

A series of deafening explosions rang out in all corners of the castle, and the sky-high flames would turn the entire castle into a sea of fire in a moment, dazzling so that no one could open it. A huge shock wave centered on the castle swept in all directions like a huge tsunami, shaking Murayama Masamasa's helicopter violently.

The driver held on to the joystick and pulled it up desperately to avoid the powerful impact. The two "Cobras" at the center of the explosion did not even have time to react, they instantly lost control, like two dead leaves floating in a hurricane, were thrown more than ten meters high by the violent shock wave, and then were fiercely thrown to the ground.

"Boom, boom—"

Another violent explosion sounded, and the ammunition on board exploded!

The ammunition that exploded from the inside instantly shattered the two "Cobras", large and small wreckage and debris flew in all directions, huge propeller blades spun rapidly, and the turf, dirt, trees, and huge rocks, bricks, and wood that were blown away by the explosion burst out in all directions in the air!

The violent explosion lasted for ten minutes, and the mushroom cloud that rose into the sky condensed in the air for a long time.

It was a long time before the huge smoke thinned out a bit, and Masasa Murayama came back to his senses, panting violently, and looked down from the porthole with his pale-faced assistant.

The castle with huge area and high walls is gone, or the magnificent or elaborate buildings are gone, the flowers and trees all over the courtyard are gone, and what is left behind is a huge ruin, trees, masonry, steel wreckage of cars and airplanes are everywhere, scattered and bloody severed arms and limbs, east and west on the huge ruins, shocking, like hell, like Shura field!

Level to the ground!

Masasa Murayama and his two assistants vomited violently, and it took a long time before they howled in despair: "Misho Okami—"

Two kilometers away, Lei Dong sat in a black duke's car, holding a small remote control in his hand, his face was shocked, and he scolded softly: "Damn Beshiliang, you pervert, how many explosives did you use-"

Bei Shiliang's eating laughter sounded in the headphones: "Make sure the effect is perfect, if you leave a little complete thing for the other party, how can it show my ability, right, strong enough, boss?" How's it going, how does it feel to feel such a violent explosion up close? ”

"it's all bad with the dark clouds!" Lei Dong scolded. In the entire team, although everyone must be proficient in blasting technology, the thick guy in the dark cloud has never been too lazy to calculate what explosive equivalent, what explosion point distribution, as soon as there is a blasting operation, he will desperately use explosives to pile up, but it is unthinkable that even Bei Shiliang, who usually has the best blasting technology and the most proficient in calculation, has become like this. You know, to turn an entire castle into ruins without a single intact stone, it takes at least a few dozen kilograms of high explosives!

"What's the matter with me, I've wronged you to death, boss!" The dark clouds shouted with laughter in the headphones, but Lei Dong didn't bother to speak, his nerves had been made extremely thick by the nonsense of his comrades-in-arms, and he quickly changed the topic:

"Group B and Group C, the original plan remains the same, action!"