Dec 4, 2019, White House, USA. At the podium on the stage stands a man in his late forties, standing tall. He is bald with a small white beard and mustache, round face, slanted eyes, and pale cheeks, dressed in a black suit. He currently holds the position of the President of the United States, Mr. Harold Dwyane. Adjusting the microphone, he addresses the audience. "We strongly condemn the assassination of Mr. Yashida Yamanaka and feel deep sadness for the loss. Regarding the allegations made by the Japanese Prime Minister about our military's connection with the killer, they are unfounded. Our hands are not involved in Mr. Yashida's murder, nor is the killer a member of our armed forces. As for the matter of withdrawing our troops within their specified time limit, it's not feasible. Many personnel and their families are permanently stationed there. Consequently, this process will take up to one year." A reporter inquires, "Can we infer that our relationship with Japan has significantly deteriorated?" The president refutes this notion. "No, our relations have remained positive since the post-war period, and we intend to sustain this positivity. The current tense situation is a result of misunderstandings, which we plan to address during our discussions." Following the press conference, the president returns to his office, accompanied by the Secretary of State and a military general. Inside the office, all three individuals are seated. The president directs his attention to the Secretary of State, Patrick Shaw, who is 42 years old, with blonde hair, brown eyes, a square face, and a broad chin. The president asks, "What is the situation on that front?" Patrick responds, "The entire populace there is condemning us, further deteriorating our image. This exacerbates the pre-existing resentment they held towards us." The general, Marsh Cordon (51), holds the rank of a three-star general in the US army. He wears a military dress and cap, presenting a clean-shaven oval face, deep black eyes, a sharp chin, and a strong build. "That's not the most crucial aspect; the cancellation of the security agreement is." The President responds, "He is bluffing. If he cancels the treaty, then who will defend them?" Mark leans forward and adds, "It's possible that they have already meticulously planned all of this, and the murder of Mr. Yashida has provided them with an opportunity to execute it." Patrick chimes in, "Furthermore, if they completely abolish it, we would be forced to compromise our income source and lose our watchful eyes from the east." The president pondered briefly before consulting Mark, "Did the killer truly originate from the marines?" Mark sighed. "Regrettably, yes. He is Will Scott, who was formerly stationed at Okinawa's base. However, three months ago, he was discharged from his service for consistently abusing girls." The president thundered, "Then how on earth did he manage to carry out the assassination of Yashida?" Patrick turned to Mark and inquired, "Do they possess any evidence tying Will to the crime?" Mark responded confidently, "They lack concrete evidence. I'm certain of it. We ensured he never appeared in front of cameras, and even the victims never clearly saw his face. The chances of anyone witnessing or recording him during his service are almost negligible." The president fixed a stern gaze on Mark, remarking, "It would be ideal if things align with your assessment. If not, I will hold you responsible for this assassination and extradite you to Japan." Mark's anxiety was palpable as he swallowed nervously. Patrick reassured him with a pat on the shoulder, indicating that the president's words stemmed from anger. Patrick then turned to the president and suggested, "Regarding Article 9, let's address it during the UNGM. Won't they likely condemn us in the general assembly? We'll see what actions they might take." The president inquired, "What's your opinion on the time limit they imposed?" Mark advised, "Disregard it. They can't enforce it due to the treaty we have in place. The clause clearly stipulates that if they intend to nullify the treaty, they must provide a year's notice so we can prepare to withdraw our troops." The president contemplated this and replied, "That's a valid point, but what if they resort to force after the one-week period?" Patrick responded, "It's unlikely. Our forces surpass theirs both in quality and quantity. The repercussions of such action would be beyond their capacity to handle." The president asserted, "I want to avoid armed conflict. Make every effort to resolve this peacefully." Patrick concluded, "Our commitment is to refrain from initiating any attack." ............ Dec 10, 2019, London. Outside an ancient building situated in a quieter area, a little distance away from the city's hustle and bustle, a squad of six men lurks behind bushes next to the building. They are all dressed in tights and armor, armed with guns, and their faces are concealed by masks. The man at the forefront peers through a highly advanced binocular. He observes numerous shadows behind the building's closed glass windows. After lowering the binoculars, he informs his team, "The hall is occupied based on the heat signatures. The intel was accurate; most of the criminals have congregated there, invited by a group identifying themselves as the Olympians." The second man, positioned just behind the leader, inquires, "What's our next move?" The leader responds, "Since we lack information on their motives for gathering, let's breach in and apprehend some for interrogation." The second man and the others nod in agreement, preparing themselves to advance. Stealthily, they approach the entrance gate without making a sound with their footsteps. One of them retrieves a stun grenade and signals for silence. He tosses it through the partially closed entrance gate. Following the explosion, they rush in with raised guns. However, they're greeted by an unexpected sight in the hall. There's no one present except for pillows affixed to the upper parts of chairs, and mattresses placed on the seats of every chair. Each chair is accompanied by a space heater. Bewildered, the entire squad gazes upon this scene. The leader remarks, "Whoever this is, they've manipulated us quite skillfully." Suddenly, the large screen on the front wall illuminates. A man appears on the screen. He's in his early thirties with blonde hair, brown eyes, an oval face, and a strong build, among other features. The squad leader demands, "Who's this?" The man on the screen chuckles and states, "Welcome to our domain. We are the Olympians, and I am Travis Fisher." The second man next to the leader inquires uncertainly, "Can he hear us?" The man on the screen responds, "Yes, this is a live feed. Everything you're witnessing has been specially arranged for you." The leader questions further, "So the information about the gathering was false?" The man on the screen clarifies, "No, it wasn't false. However, the building you've discovered is." The leader expresses skepticism, "I was informed that there's an organization by the name of 'The Olympians,' with members who liken themselves to gods." The man on the screen corrects, "No, you're mistaken. We are not gods. We are merely his operatives." The leader asserts, "So what now? Are you planning to eliminate us? Go ahead, but we'll resist to the end with all we have." Man appeared on the screen. "I understand, and that's why I'm going to apprehend all of you without causing harm. We possess certain interrogation techniques to employ. Your organization has thwarted many of our plans in Japan and the Middle East." The leader challenged, "Do you believe we'll just let you come and take us?" The man on the screen shook his head and responded, "Certainly not, but the defeated have no right to decline. Await my agents; they'll arrive soon. Surrender before they get here, or be prepared to face their fury." The screen went black, squad members exchanged looks. Suddenly, one of them walked to the window, glanced outside, and spotted a group of 80 people standing at a distance. Armed with guns and vehicles, the sight was horrifying. The man turned back and exclaimed, "There's nowhere to run. We're trapped." Their leader took a deep breath, gazed at them, and asked, "Who wants to survive?" All of them raised their hands together. The leader smiled and instructed, "Good, now prepare to meet them." The entire squad headed for the exit to leave. However, the leader halted and stared at his teammates' backs as they moved out. Abruptly, he commanded, "Halt." His squad members looked back, witnessing their leader retrieving a square-shaped black device from a bag. He activated a switch, and a green light began to flicker on the device. One of them recognized the object and shouted, "What! Hey, stop!" Confusion spread among the others in the squad. Observing their bewilderment, the individual familiar with the device's purpose shouted, "Oh, you fools, it's a bomb. And not just any bomb, but the most advanced kind." They gasped in shock. "What!" The leader smiled while still holding the bomb. "It's a collapsing bomb. As for why I'm resorting to this extreme action, I despise defectors. Have you all forgotten that?" One of the soldiers cursed at him, tears in his eyes. "You coward—" At that moment, the bomb detonated, yet there was no explosion or fire. Rather, the area within a 25-meter radius of the detonation point began collapsing in on itself. The soldiers' bodies were compressed as if flattened to paper-thinness. Along with them, the entire building collapsed as well. The group outside the building watched in silence. At the forefront stood the same man who had appeared on the screen earlier. Pressing his hands to his blonde hair, he remarked, "What a brutal way to die. Sir will surely be displeased. I failed to capture them alive as tasked." A man in a black suit with a clown mask approached and inquired, "Sir Hercules, headquarters is asking if the mission was successful. How should I respond?" Hercules, gazing at the fallen building, stated, "Inform them of the mission's failure and their self-inflicted demise." The man in the clown mask bowed and walked away. "As you wish." Mount Olympia. Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, three of them sit at the round table within the hall, masked. Hades sulks while gazing at a flat round device in the center of the table. A hologram projector, used for live communication, suddenly illuminates with bluish-white lights on its top surface. An image of a man projects midair above the device. The man wears a clown mask and bows to each of them. Afterward, he conveys, "Lords, the mission was unsuccessful. No one has been captured as they—" Hades slams his palm on the table and demands, "How? They are merely six men, and you can't capture even one of them. What are you doing with all the funds we allocate to you? You can't apprehend six men despite the equipment we provide." Poseidon stares icily at Hades, who, sensing it, turns towards her and meets her cold eyes. He pauses in surprise and stops talking. Poseidon then inquires of the clown, "What transpired there?" The clown explains, "Following your instructions, we lured them into our trap, encircled them, and offered them a chance to join us in exchange for information about their originating organization. Regrettably, they were too devoted. They detonated themselves with an advanced bomb, which, according to our researchers, exploits gravitational forces to collapse the surrounding area." Zeus leisurely leans on the table, his hand resting on his chin. "So, they were fanatics." The clown confirms, "Indeed, they were." Zeus responds, "Alright, it's not your fault. However, moving forward, your unit's task is to locate them within our territories." The clown lowers his head and replies, "Yes, my lord." Zeus waves his hand. "You may leave." The device deactivates, and the hologram image disappears. After a brief silence, Zeus stretches. "I'm leaving; I have a lot of tasks to attend to." He departs. Hades watches his departure and comments, "You're speaking as if you're the only one with work." Poseidon stands, preparing to leave, and says, "I'm heading to the Japanese Pacific to create an opportunity for us." Hades complains, "Why is it always you and him? Why not me?" Poseidon plainly responds, "Because only I can fulfill this role." … . . . . . . . . . Dec 15, 2019, Japan, Tanegashima island. The island hosts the Tanegashima space center. On the launch site, engineers and technicians inspect the rocket's functionality. As the launch sequence activation approaches, they ensure everything is in order. Inside the space command center, Murashi Gozai, the chief of the launch, stands with a black-eyed, wide-foreheaded, flat-nosed, small-eyed, bald, round-faced appearance and a weak build. He stands in front of a massive screen, reviewing the live recording of the launch site. Isaac stands beside him, also gazing at the screen. Isaac: "How's it looking?" Murashi: "Impressive." Isaac: "When's it set to start?" Murashi: "Soon." Suddenly, an announcement resounds: "Countdown initiation." Murashi: "It's begun." Isaac: "Let's hope for a successful launch." Murashi: "No doubt about that." Isaac: "Your confidence is reassuring, but always be prepared for the unexpected." As the countdown nears its end, technicians and engineers quickly exit the launch site. Murashi turns, addressing the others in the command room: "Bear witness to the step we're taking toward a better future. Commence the launch sequence." A man at a computer states: "Sequence activated, sir." Murashi: "Alright, well done." Another man anticipates: "Ignition in one minute." Murashi, with fervor: "Keep your eyes wide open; history is unfolding." Isaac: "And we're part of it." Murashi: "Indeed, but let's not forget who made it achievable." Isaac smiles and responds: "I'm far from ungrateful." At that moment, the man at the computer declares: "Engines initiating in 3... 2... 1." On the live screen broadcast, the rocket's engines ignite, producing thrust that propels it upwards. Surmounting gravity, the rocket ascends, following a predetermined trajectory to reach the desired orbit. In the command center, the man at the computer announces: "Rocket has entered Earth's orbit. Preparing to deploy the DOG payload. All systems ready; DOG payload deploying." Watching the live feed of the rocket, Murashi remarks: "Finally, it's done." Isaac: "Yes, a successful mission." After entering Earth's orbit, the payload releases from the rocket's compartment. The DOG payload, resembling a round ball, is a satellite. As it settles into position, two solar panels extend from its body. Suddenly, its side facing Earth expands and transforms into a long barrel-like structure. In the command center, witnessing the successful satellite deployment, everyone present breaks into applause. Murashi looks at Isaac and congratulates: "Well done, Isaac." Isaac turns back, responding enthusiastically: "You too, Murashi." The command center buzzes with celebration for the triumphant launch. In a concealed facility, Prakash, Jack, and Ken sit together in a hall, watching the live feed of Tanegashima's rocket launch. Prakash queries with confusion: "Why the rush?" Jack explains: "Plans can't always stick to your timeline. Adaptation is crucial, as circumstances change." Prakash rubs his head, asking: "Could you simplify that?" Ken chuckles and clarifies: "He means, the situation shifted. So we're advancing certain plans." Prakash wonders: "Is it that critical?" Ken replies: "It's not about good or bad; it's about progress. A single moment of stagnation means defeat. We're stepping into the real game now." Prakash questions: "How do you know this step is right?" Ken answers confidently: "We don't, but we trust the leader we follow." Prakash comments: "Isn't that..." Jack finishes: "...fanatic? Yes, we're willing to be fanatics for him." Prakash, shocked, mutters: "Such blind faith." .......... Prime Minister's Residency, Japan. Shiku and Suguru are both observing the live broadcast of the rocket launch in Tanegashima. On the screen, the current feed displays the launch site, where the rocket is currently on standby. Suguru remarks, "This will position us in opposition to the entire world." Shiku responds, "So be it. Our situation has shifted from passive to active." Shiku walks towards the door, intending to exit, but halts and faces Suguru. "Inquire with her if the timing is right." With that, Shiku steps out of the office, leaving Suguru alone. "Ah... why am I always the one who converses with her." Despite his hesitation, he retrieves his phone and dials a number. … . . . . . … . Dec 16, 2019, England In front of a dilapidated villa, numerous cars are parked haphazardly. Next to each car stand some men. Within the crumbling villa, with shattered walls and their fragments scattered around, at the empty center area, six men are standing, awaiting someone. Geralt Dove (38), characterized by his black short hair, black eyes, lean body, and average height, dons a grey suit and white shirt underneath. "As I suspected, we all arrived?" Tariat Hald (29), with black hair, brown eyes, average features, and medium build, sports a blue shirt and black pants. His hands are inside his pocket as he turns towards Geralt. "The allure of this deal is too compelling to overlook. Even—" A tall blonde man, Harold Jones (52), enters with pale skin and a frail build. "Even if it's counterfeit, we must attend." Wearing a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a thick gold chain, Oman Faur (28) gazes at Harold and Tariat. "Just admit that you're greedy." With long brown hair tied in a ponytail, blue eyes, a thick mustache, and a brawny build, Kevin Faur (26), Oman's younger brother, stands beside Oman, arms crossed, chuckling at Oman's remark. Luke Strong (42), bald, black-eyed, and with a protruding belly, dons a purple shirt and white pants. He stands silently, observing the others converse. He mutters, "Spending time with them is too tiresome." These six men constitute the members of the Black Ghosts group, a criminal organization active in Europe, headquartered in England. They oversee criminal activities throughout England. After a while, a lady enters, clad in a red one-piece dress and wearing a mask to conceal her face. Her black hair flows in the air, exuding a captivating appearance. All the men present gaze at her in fascination. Standing a bit apart from them, she remarks, "What? Haven't you seen a beautiful lady before?" Upon hearing her words, they all snap back to attention. Omar, licking his lips, eyes her intently. "Are you the one who summoned us all here?" The lady responds, "I am J. Yes, I brought all of you here. You'll soon learn the reason." Just as she finishes speaking, except for Oman and Kevin, the others receive a phone call. They answer, and as they listen, their faces turn pale. After ending the call, all four of them turned towards J. Geralt, with clenched hands, inquired, "Why should we believe you?" Just after he spoke, the four of them received a message. It was footage, and after viewing it, they became restless. Lady J asked, "Do you believe me now?" Oman and his brother Kevin became puzzled by their grim expressions. Oman questioned, "What happened? Why are you making this expression?" Lady J replied, "You will not comprehend their emotions, as you both are alone." Oman responded, "Yes, we are, and that's our strength." Lady J nodded, "Well said, but sometimes you're mistaken." Oman raised his eyebrows and as he stepped forward towards Lady J, someone stabbed him in the back. Feeling pain and sadness, he slowly turned back, saying, "You finally did it." Kevin added, "I can't wait anymore." It was Kevin, standing beside Oman. Lady J applauded Kevin, saying, "You did great, Kevin." Pulling the knife out, he kicked Oman, causing him to slump down in front of Lady J. Lady J looked down at Oman and chuckled. "What a beautiful relationship between brothers." Gerald, Luke, Harold, and Tariat were shocked by Kevin's betrayal. Looking at their faces, Lady J said, "If you want your wives and daughters to avoid rape or slavery, then don't resist." Kevin took out his gun and fired at Geralt, Harold, Luke, and Tariat one by one. They fell to the floor without resistance. In pain, Geralt looked up at Lady J, his eyes filled with hatred. "See you in hell." Lady J scoffed, "I grew up in hell." After killing them, Kevin aimed his gun at Lady J. She looked at Kevin fearlessly. "Are you sure?" Kevin replied, "Absolutely. I won't get a chance like this ever." Just as he was about to fire, a bullet hit him in the back, near the neck. Dropping the gun, Kevin fell unconscious. Lady J smirked and said, "Idiot." She leisurely walked out of the villa from the back. A masked man holding a sniper stood beside a car. Pausing at the car, she looked at the man and said, "Good shot." The man bowed and opened the front door of the car. She got in, and he placed the gun in the back before taking the driver's seat. Lady J asked the man, "Do you enjoy fireworks, Kite?" Kite started the car and drove away. "Yes, my lady. Every year I watch the New Year fireworks with relish." After they had distanced themselves from the villa, Lady J mumbled, "It should be time." Suddenly, there was a massive explosion at the deserted villa, obliterating everything. The people in the cars in front of the villa were also hit by the blast. … . . … … . Dec 18, 2019, Philippine sea. A US Navy Aircraft Carrier, currently afloat on the sea with its engines on standby. Beside it, a small tourist ship is floating. About 12 Japanese men and women are on the deck, holding posters that read: "Return to your country, we don't require your presence." On the carrier's runway edge, two officers stand, one of whom gazes at the civilian ship through binoculars. The man with the binoculars remarks, "Are they acting foolishly?" His companion beside him asks, "What is written on those posters?" Navy officer 1 responds, "Anti-US Navy slogans." Navy officer 2 muses, "So what? Can't we apprehend them on charges of jeopardizing national interests?" Navy officer 1 explains, "No, given the current circumstances, we can't." Navy officer 2 realizes, "Ah, yes. I shouldn't forget about the ongoing tension with the Japanese." Navy officer 1 reassures, "Don't worry, the likelihood of a military conflict is very low. As for these civilians, let's simply disregard their behavior." Suddenly, a missile emerges from beneath the sea, detonating midair to the left of the civilian ship. The powerful missile causes the ship to explode entirely, resulting in the deaths of all civilians and the two ship operators. The observing naval personnel are taken aback and exclaim, "What just happened?" The man with the binoculars turns to his friend and asks mechanically, "Where did that missile came from?" Navy officer 2, shocked, responds, "I have no idea." Beneath the carrier in the depths of the sea, a massive submarine hovers silently. Its shape closely resembles an octopus, with its head and upper portions of the tentacles clearly defined. The submarine maneuvers using specially designed underwater thrusters, while its weaponry is attached to ten of its tentacles. At the tip of one tentacle, a small aperture slowly closes. This is the aperture from which the missile that destroyed the civilian ship was launched. Inside the submarine's command center, Poseidon sits in her chair with her mask on, while other staff members operate various control panels. A large screen on the front wall displays live footage of the surface. US marine boats search the blast area and inspect the wreckage. Poseidon, donning her mask, murmurs, "Now, let me relish a splendid spectacle. Otherwise, all my preparations will be futile." A man in a military suit approaches and advises her, "My Lord, we should depart from here. The US submarines are actively scouring the underwater area after the attack. If we remain, they will likely bypass our camouflage systems." Poseidon nods and replies, "Alright, let's exit this area." ......... Dec 19, 2019, Japan. Inside the prime minister's residence. Shiku, in his office, gazes at the screen suspended on the front wall, broadcasting live. On the screen, a Japanese reporter, surrounded by a massive crowd, is streaming from the front of the US Embassy. "... you can see there is currently a large protest occurring here at Tokyo's US embassy. As retribution for the killing of 14 Japanese men and women yesterday. And this is happening not just in Tokyo, but across the entire country...." Suddenly, a man enters – it's Suguru. He halts at the table and remarks, "We're prepared. Just give me the signal." Shiku inhales deeply and raises an uncomfortable question, "Was it truly necessary?" Suguru responds with cold detachment, "Yes, it was. Don't let this sense of guilt obstruct your goal; it's not worthwhile." Shiku persists, "But—" Suguru interjects, "However, the incident from yesterday – that wasn't our doing." Shiku becomes stunned, "If it wasn't us, then could it be the Americans?" Suguru shakes his head, "Not them. They aren't foolish. It's a third party that intervened. Internally, we've received intelligence linking this group to Europe." Shiku contemplates for a moment, then firmly declares, "Proceed. We can't wait for another opportunity." Suguru's smile turns icy as he replies, "Yes, sir." Dec 20, 2019 In the office of the US President, two men seated on chairs were fixated on the TV. "... As you can see, the roads are cracked and pitted due to bombings. Armed army personnel and paramedics are the only visible figures, as civilians remain in hiding. Paramedics are scouring the debris for survivors. It has been two week since the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Reporting from Kyiv, I can assure you that the situation is deteriorating day by day. Even my safety is no longer guaranteed—" Suddenly, a missile struck a nearby building, causing an explosion. The reporter crouched down in fear at the sound. After a moment, he stood up and turned toward the building, speaking loudly into the microphone. "Is that a residential building?" An army personnel passing by answered, "Yes, it's a residential building." He then hurried toward the building along with others. The reporter exclaimed, "Oh my god. How could they do that?" Turning back to the camera, he concluded, "That's it for now. Until next time. I'm your host, Kevin Locks, with cameraman Johnny Tass." The screen went dark. One of the men was the US President, Harold, and the other was Secretary of State, Patrick Shawl. Placing the TV remote on the table, Harold inquired, his head aching, "Has that guy Bolesky gone mad? I warned him not to attack Ukraine, but he didn't listen." Patrick responded, "We anticipated he might take drastic measures, but war wasn't in the predictions." Harold asked, "But it's happened. Now what?" Patrick explained, "First, we need to impose various sanctions on them. Then provide assistance beyond sending troops." Harold questioned, "Can't we deploy our troops?" Patrick answered, "We can't. This conflict is currently regional, but if our troops land in Ukraine, it could escalate into a global crisis. Something no one wants." Harold pondered, "So...?" Patrick suggested, "We can offer humanitarian, financial, medical, and technical aid." Harold sighed and said, "Schedule a press conference. Ugh... Now I have to address this issue again." Patrick nodded, "Understood, sir." Patrick quickly left the office, while Harold leaned back in frustration. "Please, let's prevent this conflict from escalating any further." … . . . . . . . Russia, Near Belarus Border. On a snowy night, in a living room, two women and a man sit on a couch beside a fireplace. On the right of the fireplace sits Kolzak Nikolaev, a man in his late thirties, with black hair, brown eyes, a wide forehead, big nose, square face, and a strong build. He is the founder and CEO of a private weapons manufacturing company, The Kolz's. On the left is Lana Belova, a woman in her late twenties, with long wavy black hair, a small nose, sharp chin, high cheekbones, blue eyes, and attractive features, and a tall build. She is the foremost shipping magnate of Russia. In the middle, in front of the fireplace, is Madam Z, a woman of Asian descent in her late thirties. She has long brown hair, brown eyes, a round face, a flat nose, a long neck, and a lean build. She represents the Stingers from Southeast Asia. Kolzak, holding a glass of wine, remarks, "Can we expedite this, considering my busy schedule due to some confidential reasons?" Lana crosses her leg before leaning back and says, "Since when have you started prioritizing government orders?" Madam Z chuckles and taunts Kolzak, "He has no choice; the Russian government is gearing up for a major war. If he doesn't take their orders seriously, they'll surely eliminate him." Kolzak looks at her and asks, "You're aware?" Lana replies, "It was predictable. President Boliveshky can no longer tolerate the increasing rapprochement between Ukraine and European countries." She takes a sip from her wine glass. Madam Z adds, "It's only a matter of time before President Boliveshky makes his move. And your expression confirms that the time has come." Kolzak sighs and admits, "You're right, and I'm not pleased about it." Lana jests, "Wow, the first weapon dealer expressing regret. I didn't think you had it in you." Kolzak clarifies, "No, you've misunderstood. What I dislike is the delay before they arrived at this decision. It should've happened much sooner." Lana raises her hands in a gesture of apology, saying, "My mistake, I misinterpreted it." Madam Z asks, "Any speculation on the duration of this impending war?" Kolzak scoffs and responds, "I truly have no idea. There are too many factors to take into account." Madam Z nods appreciatively, "You're imparting some wise words." Kolzak redirects the conversation, "Well, let's put that aside. Now, tell me the reason for summoning me here, especially in private." Lana explains, "It's about the shipments; they've arrived. You can inspect them." Kolzak, bewildered, exclaims, "What! Just for this—" Madam Z interrupts, "This includes a consignment of The Black Bolts." Kolzak, surprised, asks, "But you mentioned we wouldn't get it for another three months." Madam Z explains, "I didn't want to miss the opportunity to showcase my weaponry in this war. So I prepared it ahead of schedule. Now the entire world will witness its dominance." Kolzak expresses gratitude, "Thank you for this good news. My men will come to collect the shipments within an hour." Madam Z inquires, "Don't you want to see it?" Kolzak replies, "No, I trust you. Your payment will be transferred to your account in half an hour." Madam Z acknowledges, "Okay." Standing up, Kolzak declares, "It's time; I have to leave now. We'll meet again." Kolzak strides swiftly toward the exit. After he departs, Lana stands up, approaches the window, looks down, and observes Kolzak getting into a car before driving away. Leaving the couch, Madam Z approached Lana from behind. "What's next, chief?" Lana responded, "We won't take action. We'll simply wait." Madam Z asked, "One thing I didn't grasp, chief." Lana inquired, "And what's that?" Madam Z pondered, "Why are we providing them with our weapons?" Lana turned back to Madam Z. "These weapons will assist them in prolonging the conflict." Listening to her words, Madam Z fell into thought. Observing her, Lana advised, "Don't overthink. It hasn't even begun." Madam Z glanced at Lana and inquired seriously, "The upcoming war, is it beneficial for us?" Lana sighed and shook her head. "Always remember that war can never be good. How can something that claims so many lives, spreads pain and suffering, be considered good?" Madam Z questioned further, "Then why are—" Lana interjected, "But sometimes you have to do unfavorable things for the better option." Dec 21, 2019, Pacific Ocean. 900 kilometers away from the shore of Japan, the US aircraft carrier is conducting drills in this area. Below them, at a depth of 450 meters, beyond the operational limit of submarines, there lies a massive structure in the shape of an arrow, silently floating. It's the submarine belonging to Trinity. Inside the command center of this submarine, Hiroto sits in the commander's seat, gazing at the wall screen before him. The screen displays live coverage of the US aircraft drills, with aircraft being deployed into the air. With an unwavering expression, Hiroto commands, "Initiate." In response to his order, an operator puts on a headset and speaks slowly, "City-F, are you prepared?" The operator then declares loudly, "They are ready." Another operator chimes in, "SH-200 is ready for launch." "Launch sequence initiated, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." A missile is launched from the outer midsection of the submarine. Within the command center, an operator observes data calculations on a monitor and remarks, "In 12 seconds, the missile will hit the target." Hiroto's feelings of guilt are overridden by his determination as they await the strike on the target. On the screen, the aircraft carrier floats silently. As the countdown to impact concludes, the carrier is engulfed in the flames of explosion. In the sky, eight fighter jets engage in drills. When the pilots witness the carrier being torn apart by the explosion, they are left stunned. Quickly regaining their senses, they attempt to establish communication with their base, only to encounter signal jamming. One frustrated man aboard a plane taps the radio and exclaims, "What's happening? Why isn't it working?" Suddenly, he notices a craft above him. It's a flat, oval-shaped plane with its highest point at the center, resembling a UFO. Three more of these craft descend from above, trailing the US fighters. Attempts at communication yield no response. A pilot broadcasts through the radio, "This is the US Air Force. Identify yourself, or we will open fire." Receiving no reply, they hesitate to attack due to concerns about the carrier's destruction. They turn back and fire at the unidentified planes. However, the bullets merely bounce off the surface without causing any damage. The US pilots are astonished by the imperviousness of these unfamiliar craft. As the American fighters move to engage with missiles, the oval-shaped aircraft retaliate with small projectiles. These projectiles don't cause physical damage; instead, they adhere to the surface of the fighters and emit electrical waves. The electrical systems of the fighters malfunction, rendering their controls useless. Similarly affected, the pilots initiate ejection protocols. Following this, the oval-shaped plane ascends above the clouds. A large shadow is cast upon the clouds when viewed from below. … . . … . . . . . Dec 26, 2019. Ukraine, kyiv, the capital city, stands in turmoil. The cries of people, shattered buildings, fractured roads, gunfire, and explosions paint a bleak picture. Civilians seek refuge in shelters as bodies litter the city streets. Deep underground, two men sit before a massive screen. Isaac Huges, a German scientist with curly brown hair, brown eyes, thin lips, a round chin, pale complexion, and a lean frame, gazes at live broadcasts from surveillance drones capturing the city's chaos. Beside him, Klaus Heyrat, tall and brawny with a bald head, oval face, black eyes, and an austere expression, watches the divided screen displaying live feeds from different areas. As issac observe the city's dire state, anxiety grips him, casting doubts on their future. His gaze remains locked on the screen as he turn to the one person he can rely on in this moment. "What's our next move?" they ask. Klaus responds calmly, "No need to worry. Reinforcements are en route. We'll be leaving this country in two days, and things will turn out fine." A realization dawns on him—others are also at risk in this country. Curious, they face Klaus and inquire, "And what about the others? Where are they?" Klaus's expression falters briefly, but he regains composure swiftly. "Some evacuated, while others are still in the midst of it." Detecting uncertainty in his tone, issac press further, "Tell me the truth, Klaus. How are they faring?" Klaus looks at issac, surprise in his eyes before irritation sets in. "You've figured it out. Apart from you, we've lost contact with the remaining six. Somehow, amidst this war, an unknown force is targeting all of you. Their coordinated attack caught us off guard. Even the team sent to extract your friends fell into their hands. The motive appears to be your abduction. Your friends are safe, just not in our custody." After contemplation, realisation dawns on issac, "They might have come for me too, but I wasn't where they expected." Issac had anticipated their rescue attempt, hoping to break free from this confinement. Klaus offers a slight smile, a touch of mockery in his tone. "Indeed, they missed you. I relocated you here preemptively, predicting such a scenario. You are the crucial piece." Fatigue overtakes him, and he sigh. Suddenly, an alarm blares—a breach in the facility. Klaus is taken aback by the alarm's wail. He turns to the screen, observing masked figures clad in black infiltrating the base through the entrance. Armed and armored, they sweep through the facility meticulously. Watching the intruders search, he deduce that they are the ones who captured his friends. Whether their arrival brings good or ill remains uncertain. At least, he'll be liberated from this facility. Once out, his first task is to contact his family. Six months without speaking to his daughter, unaware of her circumstances, pains him. The restrictions denied him communication, leaving issac to rely on sporadic updates and recent photographs. Now, he rue the day he joined this organization. Klaus's gaze remains grim on the screen, the intruders closing in on the control room where they sit with him. He sneers and murmurs, "Invading this facility was their gravest error." He operates the controls, triggering a protocol designed for such emergencies. Issac close his eyes, silently praying for their safe arrival to extract them. In an instant, the live feed of the facility goes dark. Astonished by their speed, Klaus hurls the keyboard to the ground in frustration. An idea forms as he speak softly, "Their swift breach likely nullifies the security protocol." Regaining his composure, Klaus retrieves his phone, preparing to call for backup. A knock resounds at the control room's entrance. The sound startles issac. Klaus retrieves a shotgun from beneath the table, advancing cautiously toward the door. He raises the gun, but a bullet penetrates the door, striking Klaus in the chest. Klaus crumples, blood staining his shirt. His struggle ceases, and he lies still. Shock consumes issac as he witness the scene unfold. ........... A lone figure stands resolute in the hallway, gripping a firearm tightly in his hand. The man wears a black mask and a matching suit adorned with a distinctive three-headed symbol on his chest. After firing at Klaus and forcefully kicking the door open, he enters the room with an air of composure. Inside, he spots Isaac, who clutches a shotgun with trembling hands. Unperturbed, the masked individual surveys the area and remarks, "Why bother when you can't even eliminate a mere mouse?" Isaac takes several deep breaths to steady himself, then discreetly places the gun beneath the table. "What do you desire?" The masked man gazes at Isaac and utters, "No need to be nervous. My primary objective is you and your team. I've already apprehended your team, and now, you as well. Accompany me, and during our journey, I'll elucidate everything." Isaac replies, "I genuinely wish to sever ties with this organization, but I'm trapped. They're keeping a close watch on my family. If I were to depart with you, they'd execute my wife and daughter. Thus, I cannot join you." Swiftly producing a stun gun from his jacket, the masked man fires it at Isaac. Overwhelmed by convulsions, Isaac collapses unconscious. Observing Isaac sprawled on the floor, the masked man states, "Who granted you the authority to decide? Obedience is your only option." The masked man bypasses the unconscious Isaac, positioning himself in front of a screen, where he manipulates the system. After a thorough review, he connects a drive and transfers all the data onto it. "They ought to be approaching. Let's depart expeditiously," asserts the masked man. Hoisting Isaac onto his shoulder, he hurries out of the room. Within the corridor leading to the control room, five men hailing from the group of intruders advance cautiously, brandishing raised firearms. The individual at the center assumes the role of squad leader - James Quart. For James and his team the week was progressing smoothly until James accepted a task of retrieving a man from Ukraine—the very country currently facing the invasion by Russia. He realized that venturing into this place was ill-advised considering the onset of war. Numerous uncertainties existed there, but the compensation being offered was too substantial to decline. When he presented this mission to his team, there were no objections. The assignment was quite straightforward: they were to go to Ukraine and retrieve a German scientist from an underground facility. No involvement of military or government entities was required. There was no need for violence, and so far, it appeared to be safer than most jobs. That's what they all thought. However, upon arriving at the entrance, a problem arose as they lost contact with the inside. Now they were uncertain whether their target remained present or not. Observing the situation deteriorate, James communicated with their employer through the earpiece. "Hello, it's James," he said. A deep voice responded from the other side. "What's the matter? Why are you contacting us now? Is the task complete?" He responded calmly, "Why wasn't I informed about the loss of contact with the package?" The man fell silent. After a moment, he replied, "We don't have the exact reason for that. But our operative is definitely within the facility. Proceed with the mission and bring him back." James retorted, "Don't instruct me. We're heading back. Our agreement is void since you didn't provide complete details." The man on the other end sounded irritated. "What are you doing? Are you scared by this minor setback?" He scoffed at his comments. "You deceived me and endangered not only my life but also the lives of my team. In our line of work, a minor issue can prove fatal, and losing contact with the package is a significant problem." The man sighed and apologized, "Fine, I'm sorry. But don't abandon the task. I'll increase the payment. Just retrieve that individual for us." Upon hearing this, he said, "Prepare our payment. We're going to proceed." Ending the call, James looked at his team and announced, "I managed to negotiate a higher payment." His team members responded with thumbs-up gestures, showing their approval. Strengthening their resolve to complete the mission, they decided to move forward—a decision James would soon regret. With nine squad members, they entered the facility. The entrance was located in the basement of a building, accessible only from the inside. Unfortunately, they had lost contact with those inside, preventing them from opening the gate. Peter Raust, a skilled hacker in their squad, breached the facility's security servers, granting them access to the entrance. After entering, they advanced cautiously, meticulously checking each corner. Advancing slowly, they reached a corridor leading to the control room. Eight guns descended from the ceiling, all aimed in their direction. Recognizing the danger, James shouted, "Take cover!" He rolled towards a wall, finding shelter behind it. As he did, the guns fired simultaneously. Luck seemed to be on his side, but not everyone was as fortunate. Three teammates were struck by multiple bullets and died instantly. Gazing at their lifeless bodies on the ground, guilt washed over him. "He didn't inform me about this." However, he tore his gaze away, as they were still in the midst of their mission. He disabled the guns by returning fire. With that done, they cautiously approached the door to the control room. The door was partially closed, which made him tense. He warned his teammates, "Be cautious." Upon entering the control room, they spotted a man's lifeless body on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. Checking his pulse confirmed his death. "He's dead, but he's not our target." Turning the body to face them, James felt a sense of relief—it was indeed not their intended target. Turning back to the others, he instructed, "Search every corner. I want—" Suddenly, a ticking sound emerged from beneath the table. The sound was familiar, yet he couldn't place it. He crouched down to investigate, and as he saw the source, disbelief washed over him. It was a live bomb with a timer, set to detonate in 20 seconds. He cursed loudly, "Damn it." ..... In front of the building housing the entrance to the underground facility, the masked man who had abducted Issac stood next to a car, gazing at the structure. He lifted his hand, casting a glance at his watch. "The moment has arrived." Opening the car door, he settled into the seat, with the unconscious Issac by his side. Dec 28, 2019, Japan. Okinawa, at Kadena Air Base. A state of emergency has been declared by the base commander, Arnold Stein. The entire base is under attack by an unknown force equipped with advanced technology. In the command center of the base stands Arnold, a man in his mid-forties. He possesses blonde short hair, black eyes, fine lines on his face, and sagging skin around his cheeks and forehead. He is dressed in military attire. He positions himself in front of the wall screen, observing the live feed from the island's shore. The screen displays U.S. soldiers firing at twelve-foot-tall metallic giants. The giants walk calmly, impervious to bullets. As they approach, it becomes evident that they are enormous black robots, featuring thick barrels on their backs and guns for arms. One of the robots raises its palm towards the firing soldiers. A hole emerges from its palm, releasing a grenade that lands amidst the soldiers. Without delay, the grenade detonates, emitting a sphere of electric waves that incapacitates the soldiers. The video abruptly cuts off at this point. A man in his thirties approaches Arnold from behind, his face tense and sweat streaming down his forehead. He reports, "Sir, our communication systems are down. An unusual electromagnetic field covers all of Okinawa, preventing our signals from escaping. We can only communicate within this electromagnetic field." Arnold raises his palm to signal him to stop and commands, "Louis, relay my order. Engage on sight. Whoever they are, neutralize them first, then establish communication." Louis solemnly acknowledges, "Yes, sir." Just as Louis turns to leave, a massive explosion rocks the base. Personnel in the command center cease their activities and glance around in panic. Observing this, Arnold bellows, "Why the hell are you panicking? It's just an explosion. The battle is not lost yet. Carry out your duties effectively." Suddenly, a contingent of 48 men accompanied by 15 towering robots enters through the entrance, weapons at the ready. They wear black combat uniforms adorned with a three-headed symbol on their left chests. The same emblem is depicted on the robots' mid-torsos. Several soldiers draw their firearms and aim at the intruders. A central figure steps forward from the group, the rest maintaining their positions and targeting the personnel. This individual advances a short distance before halting, facing Arnold. Military crewmen grow cautious and anxious upon sighting the man. However, Arnold maintains his composure, gazes at the man, and inquires, "Who are you? Why have you invaded this base? Are you aware of the consequences of your insolence against the United States?" The man at the forefront removes his mask. Locking eyes with Arnold, he states, "Your country holds no significance to us. Your concern should be your own soldiers." Arnold observes an oriental face and experiences surprise as he recognizes him. He questions the man in a state of confusion, "When did the mafia amass this much power?" The man responds in an icy tone, "Mafia? Who?" Arnold inquires, "Are you not Suguru Royuma, the new prominent leader of the yakuza?" Suguru clarifies, "I am not affiliated with the mafia. I am Suguru Royuma. Furthermore, the concept of a mafia will cease to exist in this country." Arnold is taken aback by this revelation. "What have you done?" Suguru answers, "I have eradicated unnecessary elements." Arnold interjects, "Hold on a moment. The symbol you are wearing, your takeover of the yakuza, the liberals' victory in the election, and now the invasion of our base... What on earth! Are you initiating a war?" Suguru turns, facing away from Arnold. "No, I am merely removing those who have overstayed their welcome in this land." Arnold, with a deadpan expression, asserts, "Isn't this essentially declaring a war?" Suddenly, a robot's torso opened from within, revealing a hatch from which a man emerged, clad in tights with a gun holstered at his waist. Hiroto descended from his combat suit and approached Suguru, stating, "We have complete control over the entire base." Suguru nodded, inquiring, "What about the equipment and weapons?" Hiroto responded, "We have those too." Arnold observed them both and cautioned, "You won't achieve anything by doing this. It will only exacerbate the situation." Suguru disregarded his words and returned to his men. Turning to Arnold, Hiroto calmly remarked, "Just so you know, this base isn't the only one we've attacked. Today, we'll secure all the bases." Arnold was taken aback, skeptical of Hiroto's claims. "You're bluffing." Hiroto smirked, countering, "Do you really think so?" Arnold glanced at the combat suits, recalling their dominance against his soldiers and weapons. His expression turned grim, but then he steeled his resolve. He drew his gun from his waist and fired at Suguru and Hiroto. Witnessing their commander's attack, many personnel joined Arnold. Suguru's men remained unfazed. Amidst the gunfire, Hiroto raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, the bullets met an invisible energy shield enveloping Suguru and his men, deployed by one of the combat suits for defense. After a while, the firing ceased. Despite emptying their rounds, the bullets hadn't even grazed them. Most surrendered, dropping their guns. Only Arnold and four others reloaded to shoot again. This time, Hiroto and his team retaliated, eliminating those who resisted. Arnold and his companions fell to the floor, lifeless. Other personnel panicked, prompting Hiroto to call out, "Quiet! We'll only shoot those who resist." The remaining 169 personnel fell silent. Hiroto was pleased with their compliance. Suguru approached a wall screen, while Hiroto sat at a computer, linking it to their system. The screen activated, live-streaming the current situation outside—damage, fire, smoke, and the bodies of US soldiers strewn about. Emotions ran high among the military staff watching. They saw US soldiers with hands behind their heads, facing intruders' guns. Destruction was rampant, but solely among the US troops. Suguru's team had a few injuries and only two casualties. Gazing at the screen, Suguru instructed, "Hiroto, ensure proper handling of each soldier's body." Hiroto glanced up, replying, "As you wish."