Osaka City, the administrative region belongs to the Gyeonggi region. It is a coastal city west of Tokyo and is now the administrative center of the Japanese government in the south.

Japan was divided into two, and the north was controlled by radical factions in the military headquarters. It continued wars and disputes, using guerrilla warfare to resist the hegemony of the Chinese Federation over Japan.

The Japanese government in the south was manipulated by the Political and Friends Association, choosing to be kind to China, and formed an elected government with the "help" of the Chinese Federation Army, and joined the system of the Chinese Federation as a vassal state, and was a member of the Chinese Federation.

Of course, it belongs to the second level, retains economic and political autonomy, but is not allowed to develop its own military power.

This is Kansai International Airport in Osaka. Because Japan in the south is peaceful, it has gradually become the first choice for domestic tourism. Many Chinese people also hope to set foot in Japan and see how gentle this once proud Asian overlord is now.

Amid a crowd of incoming passengers, a young child was dragging a suitcase with a pulley in one hand, and he couldn't help but think of a question: "Where is this?"

As you see, you can see a wide and bright corridor with noisy crowds everywhere, flowing like waves. On the floor-to-ceiling windows made of glass, you can also see pale light flashing constantly.

"This is..." The young face showed a hesitation and confusion, "By the way, this is the entrance to the airport. It seems that I haven't returned to this country for two years."

"I have experienced such arduous training and hardship in the desert of the western United States, just to come back here and do something!" Thinking of this, a cruel and crazy expression appeared on the young man's face again.

"A thing? What is it?"

Uncontrollably, another question appeared in his mind

"Oh, I remember!" The young man recalled some things again, "Yes! That's right! I'm here to destroy the city! With God's permission, I can destroy and create terror without restraint, and be granted power to kill many people and destroy all visible things!"

"That's right, that's it! I want to destroy this city I hate the most! What I hate the most..." The young man's eyes flashed with an inexplicable fierce aura. And his memory was also very confused.

"But, who am I? Why, I can't remember who I am!?" Irritability and anxiety began to surge in the young man's panic heart. A strong sense of disgust turned into a "claw" and tightly pinched his throat.

"My name is Fujii Nagaki, that's right! I was seventeen years old and just returned from studying in Germany! That's it!"

If such young people are either suffering from mental illness or are brainwashed by drugs, Germany has had related research before World War II.

Later, the United States also carried out related research, but unexpectedly, it could be used in actual combat. However, judging from the mental state of the brainwashed, the sequelae of this technology is quite serious.

This seventeen-year-old man is thin and has a real name no longer exists. He is now a killer in a peripheral mercenary organization in Cia. Although he is very young, he is also a very special combat member in the organization.

Fujii Nagato felt very uncomfortable, his heart and head were as uncomfortable as being pulled by someone. He hated this feeling very much.

"I had known it before I could take medicine before I came. There should be no problem, just endure it for a while." He grabbed his chest with his left hand, and his expression was a little ferocious.

Because of his cautious work, the entry prosecutor noticed Fujii Nagata's abnormality. He gradually approached Fujii Nagata. Fujii Nagata was also walking towards the entry prosecutor.

The middle-aged man over 40 is as meticulous as all Japanese men who work hard, with serious expressions on his face and sharp eyes glanced at every inbound and outbound person.

The public security situation in Japan is really a problem, so in some public places where there are relatively large traffic, workers responsible for maintaining public security must be motivated.

But for some reason, Fujii Nagata felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was very annoying, and a kind of suppressed anger was burning in his heart.

The reason was that the middle-aged man's uniform tie was a little crooked, and it was only a little bit. But for some reason, Fujii Nagato felt very uncomfortable after seeing it.

A sense of anxiety suddenly appeared in his heart, and he kept thinking about straightening the crooked tie, and at the same time he shouted loudly: "Bastard! Hurry up and straighten your tie! Damn, you bastard! Quickly correct it!"

Fujii Nagao tried all his strength to restrain the urge to pounce forward and pinch the middle-aged man's neck, and at the same time squeezed out a gentle and kind smile. But this kind of smile seemed very false and weird no matter how you looked at it.

The other party came up and asked for the certificate. Fujii Nagaki handed out his passport to the other party with a stiff smile. The middle-aged immigration inspector took the passport without any doubt and opened it to check it out.

"It's really annoying!" No matter what, Fujii Nagato felt that he could not bear the other party's tie was crooked. A kind of irritability that had no reason gradually controlled his body and soul.

"Hmm? Is it a summer camp I attended in the Netherlands?"

"No, I'm actually studying abroad for a short period of time." The irritable boy was restraining his excessive emotions. After a while of thinking, he tried to answer the question of the entry prosecutor in a calm and natural tone.

Like most seventeen-year-old teenagers, they use a soft and childish voice to reduce the hostility and suspicion of the people around them.

"Is that so? Are you alone?"

"Of course!" Fujii Nagata pretended to be proud, but his heart was like a beast in his heart: "Don't talk nonsense! You are the bastard with a crooked tie! Get your tie in order quickly!"

"Your parents should be very worried, right?"

"Maybe, but they all trust me very much." Fujii Nagata still had a gentle smile on his face, but his heart was booming.

I really want to use violence, and I am very eager to find someone to hurt you, kill you mercilessly, and then chop it into meat sauce. Only in this way can I be very pleased!

The entry prosecutor stamped the passport on Fujii Nagato's passport. It seemed that he was not going to check the luggage of a seventeen-year-old teenager, "You can leave now."

"What did you say?" Fujii Nagata's eyes were dull.

"I mean, you can enter the territory now." The poor immigration inspector was completely unaware that there was a fierce beast in front of him.

"Your tie." Fujii Nagao whispered.

A hysterical voice appeared in my heart, as if it was another personality: hurry up and straighten the tie! You slow idiot, I really want to kill you!

"What do you want to say?" The middle-aged man couldn't hear clearly.

Fujii Nagato did not answer. The anxiety in his heart became even more intense: this bastard, he just refused to get his tie neatly! I was so angry!

"Is it okay? Do you want to see a doctor?" The middle-aged man asked with concern.

"I can't forgive! This damn guy treats me as a fool! I must kill him!" Fujii Nagato murmured to himself in his heart, not realizing how cruel this idea is.

"I said..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, Fujii Nagao roared without warning. He howled and jumped over the wooden counter, rushed towards the innocent entry prosecutor, then rode on him and began to smash it hard with his fist.

The young body used all his strength and tightly grabbed the man's neck. Fujii Nagao finally felt the pleasure and comfort.

The strength grew little by little, and the thin body was able to use the force to break human bones, which was surprising.

"Ahhaha! Ahhaha!" A crazy laugh echoed in the hall, attracting everyone's attention.

People began to notice the murders that were happening here, a child with a pale face knocked a man who was more burly than him to the ground.

The tender arms did not relax at all. The middle-aged man who was pinched by him had gradually rolled his eyes. The guards and staff on the side rushed forward, desperately trying to pull Fujii Nagaki's hand away.

However, Fujii Nagao still strangled the middle-aged man's neck and refused to let go, as if he had a deep hatred and insisted on putting the other party to death.

He said fierce words: "How! You bullshit! I'll let you die more pitiful than a fish, my mouth opens and closes. Look at your stupid look, you're really laughing!"

At the same time, on a small island in northern Indonesia, in the depths of the tropical rainforest, an extremely wide open space suddenly appeared, and there was a temporary town.

Dim light can be seen everywhere, reflecting on the dilapidated buildings covered with bullets. This is a simulation exercise venue for street fighting. Although it is a simulated human town, it does not look like a city in the world, and all the scenery is strangely twisted.

"Don't think that this is a joke! You have to give the enemy a heavy blow! You must definitely kill it with one blow!"

An officer was yelling angrily at a group of recruits who were still in training. The gunshots could not hide his loud voice. "Don't be as shy as a girl! Run as fast as a wolf! Imagine the feeling of rushing to the enemy to tear their throats apart!"

The recruits who were undergoing training were a group of terrorist reserves from different countries. These people looked very nervous and did not even dare to feel tired on their faces.

A group of fierce instructors were shooting bullets at them running around at their feet, but they were not afraid at all, but instead performed the mission quickly and neatly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! All living people you can see are your enemies! Even children are not allowed to show mercy to me!"

Between the doors and windows of the building, and even in the narrow alleys, old human-shaped targets can be seen constantly rising.

These human-shaped targets were pierced by flying bullets. With the sharp metal scratching sound, a loud noise of grenade explosion suddenly came from a room.

The Chinese Federation's control over Indonesia is not as effective as imagined, so that it has become Asia's largest terrorism center.

Finally, when the gunshots gradually subsided, they were replaced by the sound of radio reports coming from all over the place.

"Target elimination!" Such a voice was transmitted through a single-soldier telephone.

An officer held a submachine gun in his right hand and a stopwatch in his left hand. After the last gunshot was over, he stared at the stopwatch in his hand intently.

“Target elimination!”

As the report sounded for the last time, the instructor quickly pressed the stopwatch in his palm with his thumb. After watching the entire simulation battle, he hummed with great contempt.

An adjutant began to issue orders beside the instructor. The recruits ran from all directions of the drilling ground and lined up in front of the instructor.

There were about sixteen new recruits, each wearing a gray-toned urban camouflage combat suit. People from all ethnic groups have them, mainly indigenous Southeast Asians and some Japanese immigrants living in the local area, three of whom are women.

The instructor cleared his voice and began to speak to the recruits in front of him. "It has been three weeks since the training. At the beginning, I thought you were just a group of mobs, but now it seems that this is not the case. There are only two people dead among you, and two others escaped, but finally there is a killer."

The instructor's personal speech at the end of the day is always very long. What he said is nothing more than how immature the recruits are still and that they do not know the use and maintenance of weapons and equipment, or it is like how difficult it is for these people to fight against intelligence agencies in various countries.

However, these days, being a terrorist also requires professional combat skills, otherwise how can it cause trouble to their respective hostile countries?

The instructor's nonsense would have to say at least ten minutes before he would stop.

"Did you understand it? Your hatred is not deep enough! You must be full of hatred at all times so that you can have murderous aura. In order to inspire fighting spirit, you must hate me and hate this unfair world!"

"If you can carry such hatred, then the ** soldiers and police in the world will be trampled by you!"

After the instructor finished his speech, the adjutant began to ask the recruits present, "Do you have any questions to explain?"

After a brief silence, one of them raised his left hand.

"Tell me!"

"You just said that after graduating from here, your combat strength will be far greater than that of the military and police of various governments. But what if the opponent we are facing is neither the military nor the police, but other organizations, then how should we deal with it?"

"What do you want to express?"

"I'm talking about the 'under palace' organization."

The new recruit's question made the instructor frown, "What kind of organization is that?"

"It is said to be a mysterious military organization that does not belong to any country. Before I came here, I heard a Chinese arms dealer in Singapore talk about this organization. The members of the underground palace are so skillful that they are as good as monsters and can be elusive. Once they are targeted by the "underground palace", they will definitely not be able to leave safely."

"Hmph, it's so stupid. Do you think I'll trust your hearsay rumors?"

"But in fact, there are many people who have seen them. And I also heard that the Underground Palaces also often attack terrorist recruit training bases like us, which hinder the activities of us revolutionaries around the world."
To be continued...