Arima Kishou's white hair was plastered to his forehead, and rain dripped from his uniform onto the floor. The ghouls in the cafe instantly tensed up, and Kirishima Touka's kakugan almost manifested.
"What is CCG's strongest combatant doing here?" Kirishima Touka stood in front of Kaneki Ken, her voice icy.
Arima Kishou ignored her hostility and walked directly towards Yoshimura Kuzen: "That man declared war on the entire country. Four F-15Js of the Self-Defense Forces were just shot down by him."
Yoshimura Kuzen's pupils contracted slightly: "So?"
"So we need a temporary ceasefire." Arima Kishou's voice remained calm, "At least until this crisis is resolved."
A brief silence fell over the cafe. Kaneki Ken nervously rubbed his hands: "Is he really that strong?"
Arima Kishou turned to Kaneki Ken: "Stronger than you imagine. He defeated the entire CCG elite unit with just one move."
Kirishima Touka scoffed: "Now you know fear? Haven't you CCG always prided yourselves on hunting ghouls?"
"Touka!" Yoshimura Kuzen stopped her and turned to Arima Kishou, "What do you want us to do?"
Arima Kishou took a USB drive from his pocket: "This contains evidence of the Washuu Family's crimes. If I fail, please make it public."
Yoshimura Kuzen took the USB drive, his expression complex: "You plan to face him alone?"
"I am CCG's White Reaper, humanity's White Reaper." Arima Kishou turned and walked towards the door, "This is my responsibility."
Just as he was about to leave, the entire cafe suddenly shook violently. Glass cups fell from the shelves and shattered.
"It has begun." Arima Kishou looked up at the ceiling, "The United States' army should have arrived over Tokyo by now."
Kaneki Ken ran to the window, watching the distant sky in horror: "Are those missiles?"
Five F-35 fighter jets weaved through the clouds, missiles under their wings glinting coldly. In the command center, Colonel Williams, the United States' commander, stared intently at the radar screen.
"Target locked, preparing to launch AGM-158 missiles."
Five missiles simultaneously detached from their pylons, trailing long plumes of smoke as they streaked towards the apartment building where Allen was located.
Inside the apartment, Allen stood by the window, his scarlet eyes reflecting the incoming missiles. The corners of his mouth curved slightly: "Not a single army cares about civilians, it seems."
The missiles suddenly halted a hundred meters from the building, as if hitting an invisible wall. Allen raised his hand, and his five fingers slowly closed.
"Returning them to you."
The missiles reversed direction, returning at an even faster speed. The F-35 pilots watched the radar screen in horror.
"Evade! Evade quickly!"
Five fireballs erupted over Tokyo, instantly turning advanced fighter jets worth hundreds of millions of dollars into scrap metal. The shockwave of the explosions shattered glass within a radius of several kilometers, but strangely, all the fragments were pulverized just before they hit the ground.
The command center was silent. Colonel Williams slumped in his chair: "My God, what kind of monster are we dealing with…"
In the underground command center of the Prime Ministers Official Residence, the Minister of Defense's communicator suddenly rang.
"Report! Target has disappeared! Neither radar nor satellite can track him!"
The Prime Minister's face became extremely grim: "Immediately activate the Tokyo emergency evacuation plan! All Self-Defense Forces enter first-level combat readiness!"
"Judging from his two performances, the target seems to care for civilians. If necessary…" He gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty: "If necessary, use civilians to threaten the target."
The surrounding ministers, however, did not find it strange. Civilians were inherently necessary consumables in war. The British Prime Minister once used false information to sacrifice civilians and preserve the nobility.
On the streets of Tokyo, panicked citizens were being evacuated under the guidance of police and Self-Defense Forces. Suddenly, a black figure appeared in the very center of Shibuya Crossing.
Allen looked around, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the frightened crowd. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "Everyone, leave Tokyo immediately."
"In 24 hours, this city will become a battlefield."
The crowd instantly erupted. Some screamed and fled, clutching their heads, others stood frozen, at a loss, and some even knelt on the ground, as if witnessing the descent of a god.
"Is he serious?" An office worker trembled as he pulled out his phone, but it fell to the ground due to his shaking hands.
Allen ignored the reactions of the crowd, simply raising his right hand. An invisible Psychokinesis field spread out from him, gently pushing the surrounding crowd towards a safe area.
"This is not a request, but a warning."
A surveillance camera on the street corner faithfully recorded this scene. The footage was transmitted in real-time to the underground command center of the Prime Ministers Official Residence. The Minister of Defense's coffee cup slipped from his hand, and the brown liquid spread across the map, perfectly covering the entire Tokyo Bay.
The Minister of Health, Labour and Welfare's voice was distorted by fear, "He wants to evacuate all of Tokyo? Don't let this monster succeed! The people of Tokyo are our last bargaining chip!"
The Prime Minister's fist slammed heavily on the table: "Immediately activate the full-area evacuation plan! Contact all transportation departments and mobilize all available transport capacity!"
The Prime Minister's face was grim as he stood up, slamming the table: "Immediately blockade all roads out of the city! Activate the emergency broadcast system and tell the public that this is a terrorist rumor!"
"But Prime Minister," the Chief Cabinet Secretary pushed up his glasses, "If the public remains in Tokyo, once war breaks out…"
"Then let them be hostages!" The Minister of Defense interrupted sharply, "Doesn't that monster not want to harm civilians? We'll use twenty million Tokyo citizens as a shield!"
Washuu Tsuneyoshi stood in the corner, his kakugan faintly visible in the shadows: "I recommend immediately evacuating high-level government officials and important assets."
"Coward!" The Minister of Health, Labour and Welfare angrily retorted, "If we run now, how can we face the nation?"
The Prime Minister raised his hand for silence: "Chairman Washuu is right. Cabinet members and members of the Imperial Family will immediately transfer to the Nagano underground bunker. As for the public…" He paused, "Issue an emergency declaration, implement a city-wide curfew, and forbid anyone from leaving!"
The order was quickly issued. Major intersections in Tokyo were blockaded by Self-Defense Forces armored vehicles, and sirens blared through the night sky. At Shibuya Crossing, Allen perceived all of this, his scarlet eyes narrowing slightly.
"Truly… a disappointing choice."
His voice was very soft, yet it made the civilians who had not yet evacuated tremble. A young mother holding a baby knelt on the ground: "Please… my child…"
Allen looked down at her, his gaze softening for a rare moment. He knelt down and gently touched the baby's cheek: "Stay by my side, no one can harm you."
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