After packing her gear, Ye Zi took the fake ID and plane ticket she had just obtained and flew directly to Tokyo.
After the plane landed, a young man holding a demon mask greeted them. Ye Zi saw the demon mask and walked over. She nodded to the young man, and then the two walked out of the airport one after the other, got into a car, and drove away.
“We rented a detached house with a small yard using your fake identity. After dropping you off there, we’ll leave. The rest is up to you,” the young man said as he drove.
"Thanks," Ye Zi replied with a faint smile.
A detached house is a type of residential building unique to Japan. It means one household, one building. They can be one or two stories, and there are also quite a few three or four stories.
Earthquakes frequently occur in Japan, and these detached houses are quite earthquake-resistant.
For the rest of the journey, neither of them spoke; one drove, and the other admired the scenery.
Small places are small places after all; the streets are narrow, but there are quite a lot of people. And apart from the main road being relatively clean, the alleys are littered with trash.
It's completely different from what's advertised online. The Japanese aren't just all talk; their height is indeed not that great.
However, it's quite interesting to see so many people with bowlegs and pigeon toes everywhere.
The car soon stopped. The young man glanced at Ye Zi in the rearview mirror, then nodded to indicate that they had arrived.
Ye Zi nodded as well, then opened the door, got out of the car, and went into the yard. The yard gate was closed, and the sound of a car leaving could be heard outside. Ye Zi didn't even bother to look at the situation inside the house. She took out a spool of electrical wire from her space, plugged it in, and took out a shovel to start working.
Five hundred kilograms of tungsten steel were used to make only two shovels and two picks. On average, each tool used more than one hundred kilograms of tungsten steel. Such tools are extremely durable and their sharpness is not to be underestimated.
After digging down ten meters, Ye Zi found the right direction and started digging forward.
It feels good to have someone backing you up; everything is arranged by someone else, and all Yezi needs to do is work.
If you're thirsty, there's bottled water in the space; if you're hungry, there's all kinds of food in the space; if you're tired, there's a moisture-proof cloth in the space to take out and rest directly; if you're sleepy, there's a sleeping bag in the space.
This tunnel is where Yezi will be staying for the next few days.
The spool of wire serves two purposes: first, to provide the leaves with the electricity needed for lighting in the tunnel.
There should be a light fixture every ten meters; just install a light bulb in it.
The second function is ranging. Once the spool is used up, it means that the target location has been reached. Place the nuclear bomb, turn on the detonation switch, and then evacuate. The rest is left to the nuclear bomb.
There's no need to transport the soil used to dig the tunnel out. Just tamp it down with a shovel, which will also help reinforce the tunnel. If there's any left over, just store it in your storage space and leave it in the tunnel when you leave.
Two weeks later, Ye Zi connected the last light bulb and looked back. In the nearly two-kilometer tunnel, only scattered light bulbs could be seen, indicating that the tunnel was straight and the location was roughly correct.
Then they dug upwards to find a place to store the nuclear bomb. An hour later, the place to store the nuclear bomb was found. Ye Zi took the nuclear bomb out of her space, put it in place, turned on the detonation switch, and began to evacuate.
They collected light bulbs and spools as they walked, and casually threw the soil from the space into the tunnel.
Ye Zi appeared in the courtyard of a detached house, packed up everything he had brought, and finally threw the last bit of soil in the space into the tunnel to block the entrance.
With the fresh air around her, Yezi finally smelled the sour stench emanating from her body and turned to go inside to take a bath.
After taking a hot shower and changing her clothes, Ye Zi took out the navigation from the motorcycle rack and began to evacuate.
After leaving Tokyo, Yezi saw Mount Fuji, the living father of the Japanese, and thought about the other nuclear bomb in her space. If she could drop a nuclear bomb into the crater, that would be the best thing ever.
With that thought in mind, my hands unconsciously adjusted the motorcycle's direction, heading towards Mount Fuji.
After arriving at Mount Fuji, Yezi found a secluded spot where no one would notice her, tucked away her motorcycle, and headed straight into the mountains.
After silently climbing the mountain, Ye Zi discovered that there was no suitable location to place a nuclear bomb, that there were patrols, and that there were quite a few tourists from various countries.
After taking a quick look around, Ye Zi immediately left. He didn't want to miss the scene of the nuclear explosion at the Yasukuni Shrine, and there were at least dozens of Chinese tourists there. If a nuclear bomb were detonated on Mount Fuji, all of them would be wiped out.
He sped away on his motorcycle, reaching the port of Tokyo, where he found a cargo ship called "Kokuka," and then took out his satellite phone to make a call.
Soon, a middle-aged man appeared in front of Ye Zi and dialed back using his satellite phone. Ye Zi's phone rang, and the middle-aged man led Ye Zi onto the ship and arranged a room for him.
Back in her room, Ye Zi sent a text message to Meng Jie.
At 10 a.m. the next day, Yezi turned on her computer. Soon, Mengjie initiated a video call. After Yezi connected, she quietly looked at the content displayed on the computer screen.
It was a real-time satellite surveillance image, showing the Japanese Yasukuni Shrine, where many Japanese civilians came to pay their respects.
Twenty minutes later, the Yasukuni Shrine in the footage was suddenly blown away, and parts of the shrine were covered in dust and bright light.
Seeing this, Ye Zi grinned, the mission to destroy the Yasukuni Shrine was finally complete.
The nuclear bomb was placed vertically, and although it was not launched, the warhead was only about three meters above the ground.
The nuclear bomb was indeed small, but it was still a nuclear bomb, and a mere three meters of soil could not stop its explosion.
Ye Zi remained quietly watching the computer screen. As the smoke and dust cleared, the original Yasukuni Shrine had vanished, leaving nothing but a huge bomb crater on the ground.
Seeing this, Ye Zi shut down his computer; what happened next was no longer his concern.
After the explosion, the Tokyo Police Department of the Japanese army began to take action. Such a violent explosion was definitely not an ordinary natural gas leak, nor was it an accidental explosion. It was more like a terrorist attack or an ammunition depot explosion.
Looking at the direction, it was the direction of the Yasukuni Shrine, and that cloud gave all the Japanese soldiers a deep-seated fear, and a bad premonition instantly surged into their hearts.
Police and nearby military forces immediately rushed to the scene of the explosion.
Although Mount Fuji, 80 kilometers away, didn't see the explosion immediately, the mushroom cloud that rose up was clearly visible.
"Did a nuclear bomb explode? Who did the Japanese mess with this time?"
"North Korea declared war on Japan? And launched a nuclear missile right off the bat?"
"It could also be the Ukrainian, or even the Bald Eagle."
Several Chinese tourists were still admiring the rising mushroom cloud and speculating about the owner of the nuclear bomb.
"Are you idiots? That direction is Tokyo, and Tokyo is only 80 kilometers away from here. That mushroom cloud is obviously a nuclear bomb."
Eighty kilometers, that should be within the radiation range. Why the hell are we discussing this when we're not even running?
As soon as he finished speaking, the person turned and ran away.
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