Mecha Start, Nuclear Bomb Tokyo

The Sons of the Damned are just some inconsequential bugs.

No one cares whether they live or die.

"When the law fails to bring justice to the parties concerned, private revenge is justified and even noble from this moment on."

An Yi's gaze was still so flat.

He took out the mobile phone from Satomi Rentaro's hand who was limp on the ground, and slowly stood up: "Next, I'm going to deal with the other people in Shiraki Factory. If you have the ability to stop me, then go ahead and stop me."

An Yi's words were still so flat.

He spread his feet.

Naturally, there are hundreds of sons of the curse following behind.

but--

"Your behavior is absolutely unjust!"

Satomi Rentaro spoke his words hoarsely.

"How much can you stop by violence and killing alone!? The hatred will only continue to chain! How many tragedies can you prevent from happening?!"

Peace...

justice...

milder...

That's the way to go.

But An Yi ignored Rentaro Satomi who was lying limp on the ground.

He just kept going, and replied: "At least I can prevent the tragedy before my eyes."

Yes.

He could at least prevent tragedy from happening before his eyes.

And Satomi Rentaro...

Can't do anything at all.

This is the gap between the opponent and him.

An Yi's footsteps did not stop and continued to move forward.

Satomi Rentaro, who was collapsed on the ground, wanted to stop him, but just stood up, his body seemed to lose his strength again, and he sat down again.

This is a blow to belief.

Peace...?

mild...?

justice...?

Mingming wanted to use these principles to persuade An Yi.

But what floated up to the limbs was only a deep sense of weakness.

But Satomi Rentaro absolutely cannot approve...

At least one cannot approve of An Yi's approach of stopping everything with pure violence.

Even if he succeeds in stopping it now...

But so what?

One day, An Yi will meet someone stronger than him, and one day, there may be a more powerful policeman to stop him.

Violence is not omnipotent, and it is very limited. It is simply impossible for An Yi to solve everything with violence.

Only a peaceful and gentle approach can protect those children.

And An Yi's approach will only intensify the trend of discrimination against the Son of the Cursed...and it will not end in the end.

Satomi Rentaro wanted to deny An Yi very much.

but...

He sat slumped on the spot, his eyes glazed over.

All kinds of emotions are entangled, and all kinds of things come to mind.

Then--

"No...can't go to Shiraki Factory!"

Satomi Rentaro seemed to have thought of something, and stood up from the ground at once.

yes...

Can't go to Shiraki Factory!

Because besides him, the person in charge of the Baimu factory also hired other policemen for protection.

The most important thing is to prevent An Yi from coming to her again.

And now An Yi brought so many children there.

In the end, it will only be solved by well-trained police elites!

can not go!

Absolutely not!

Satomi Rentaro stood up.

And beside him, Aihara Enju looked at him blankly: "Ren Taro...?"

"It's time to go... Yeonju. The Shiraki factory is dangerous, we must hurry there."

If only the movement was slower.

Maybe An Yi and the others would be dealt with.

You must know that although the son of the curse possesses superman-like power.

But that's not invincible.

The bullets made by the police using a special metal '錵' can emit a magnetic field.

Deals lethal damage to the Son of the Damned.

All it takes is a salvo.

Those children will die because of it...

"Violence can't solve everything..."

Satomi Rentaro muttered to himself, and took Aihara Enju, who was out of his mind, and headed in the direction of An Yi——

chase!

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Shiraki factory.

This is a large factory that processes important chemical raw materials and supplies them to the New Tokyo area for secondary processing.

The person in charge behind the scenes of the Shiraki Factory is named Shiraki Ze.

He was a middle-aged man with glasses and a friendly smile on his face.

Different from his usual appearance, he holds several factories in the outer peripheral area and has huge financial resources that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

And on top of that, he's an extreme Damned Son discriminator.

And the reason... is also very simple.

because--

"I did everything right."

Shiraki Ze caressed the photos in his wallet.

On it is a mildly smiling wife and a cheerful daughter holding his hand.

Ten years ago, the original intestine creatures invaded Tokyo, and the original intestine war broke out.

His daughter and his wife were brutally attacked by gastrulation organisms at home and died.

Ever since that day...he's been an extreme Damned Son discriminator.

Thinking of this, Bai Muze's kind expression began to fluctuate: "Those bugs...those bastards with bug blood...those bastards..."

self-mumbling.

His expression was ferocious and resentful.

blue veins bulging...

unforgivable…

Just as Bai Muze's mind was churning with thoughts, a coughing voice came from the side: "That... Mr. Bai Mu..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Shangjing." Bai Muze reacted, and the hideous look on his face just now gradually dissipated.

He smiled and looked sideways at the man beside him.

If it weren't for the momentary expression of emotion just now, no one would have been able to see that the kind middle-aged man in front of him would actually show such a terrifying expression.

"I will trouble you again this time, Mr. Shangjing."

Bai Muze looked at the tall man on the other side, and nodded politely.

Kairen Shangjing.

In the list of 70 policemen published in the world, it ranks 4683rd, which belongs to the high-ranking policemen in the true sense.

Ranked among the top [-] ranks... the best of the best.

"Having a guard like you by my side really makes me feel at ease."

Bai Muze praised.