SWDnovel Chapter 404 Uninvited Guest
Chapter 404 Uninvited Guest
Chapter 404 Uninvited Guest
Outside Namba City, in an arms factory, a black figure quietly appeared.
Namba Heavy Industries primarily operates in the military industry, so naturally, it needs factories.
Eight out of ten factories outside Namba City belong to Namba Heavy Industries. Every day, resources from both Japan and abroad are delivered to various factories, where they are processed and assembled under the non-stop operation of machinery day and night to manufacture various weapons and mechanical bodies, which are then shipped to domestic and international markets.
In fact, the reason why Nanba Sojiro was valued by the shogun was because he was one of the shogun's moneybags.
The mechs produced by Namba Heavy Industries are quite popular even in the Western Union, and the low- to mid-range weapons are especially praised by the local people in places like Black Africa and India.
It's understandable that Namba Heavy Industries would equip its industrial area with robust security measures to protect its foundation.
However, it is probably hard for outsiders to imagine that Jiro Nanba's true purpose was to provide protection for his real body.
Because this factory operates day and night, constantly making tremendous noise and generating intense heat.
The electric arc furnace, which is ten stories high, is perpetually boiling with molten steel. The CNC machine tools emit metallic screams day and night. Moreover, there is a nuclear fusion reactor underground, which could lead to nuclear leakage in the event of an accident.
If one could dig deep underground and find sufficient barriers, there would be no fear of heat or noise. However, the depths of the steel continent are not to be touched by others.
So staying here probably wouldn't be a very pleasant experience.
As Bai Ze walked through the manufacturing and smelting areas, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Nanba Jiro's resilience.
Moreover, since entering the arsenal, he had not seen a single person, only machines moving continuously under the control of the intelligent system.
There's no one here.
"Is this kind of life meaningful, Nanba Sojiro?"
Bai Ze suddenly withdrew the physical illusion spell on his body and spoke amidst the rising heat.
His voice was drowned out by the constant roar, and the high temperature and distorted air made his voice indistinct.
But when Bai Ze revealed his true form, the entire factory seemed to freeze for a moment, ushering in a period of calm that lasted less than a snap of the fingers.
Immediately afterwards, beams of red light shot in from all directions, forming a large net that enveloped Bai Ze.
If needed, these infrared lights could probably be upgraded to lasers.
This security force... even if this is an arms factory, it's still far too exaggerated.
Nanba Sojiro was indeed here.
The arsenal's unique nature allowed him to arrange various defensive measures smoothly without arousing suspicion. In other places, the level of security would have to be compromised for the sake of secrecy.
The only downside is that you have to endure the harsh environment.
Despite possessing wealth that he could never spend in ten lifetimes, Naniwa Jiro chooses to hide in a place for safety, demonstrating an astonishing level of cowardice.
"Who are you?"
An aged voice echoed from all directions, and a huge projection suddenly appeared in mid-air, composed of azure light forming a phantom of a human head.
He was very old, so old that his wrinkles stretched out like folds, but his eyes held a fierce, lion-like glint in them.
"There's no way someone like you could exist in Japan. You're too young and too strong."
The pervasive light had already revealed Bai Ze's approximate age, as well as the immense aura hidden within him.
There is no one of such brilliance among people of this age in Japan.
"Eastern Xia, or Ursus? How did you find me?"
This is the key question that Jiro Nanba wants to ask.
He needed to know how Bai Ze found him.
As he spoke, the red rays of light thickened, and heat began to condense, giving Bai Ze a sense of threat.
Bai Ze looked up at the enormous phantom and said, "Who am I? Probably someone who can subdue you."
As soon as the words were spoken, the power of words became clear.
The enormous phantom head suddenly began to fluctuate, as if there was a malfunction, sometimes blurring and sometimes flickering, revealing the 0s and 1s inside.
Bai Ze narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing this scene.
He was trying to subdue Nanba Jiro, so why was the projection changing so drastically?
Could it be...? A guess popped into Bai Ze's mind.
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Just as Bai Ze entered the arsenal, a spark rose into the sky south of Naniwa City, which then exploded into a brilliant firework.
Then a violent whooshing sound reached my ears, and several shadowy figures streaked across the sky, leaving behind trails of exhaust fumes that lingered for a long time.
"Fighter jets?"
Shimura Yu walked to the courtyard corridor, looked up at the several lingering trails, and frowned. "They're really going all out, even deploying fighter jets. Are they planning to start a war outside Namba City?"
Even in the martial arts era, fighter jets were not something that could be easily deployed.
Send fighter jets to bomb the area around the city. Whether the enemy dies or not is unknown, but most of the surrounding residents will definitely die.
Even though he wasn't actually from Japan, Shimura Yu was quite dissatisfied with this behavior.
Moreover, most of the East City Gang members have been dispatched tonight, and this opportunity might also affect them.
Thinking of this, Shimura Yu subconsciously reached for his special communicator to contact Bai Ze.
But before he could make a move, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared in the night.
The object floated straight into the Shimura residence and landed precisely in the courtyard, ten meters in front of Shimura Yu.
Shimura Yu subtly stopped touching the communicator and gripped a short knife hidden in his sleeve with his right hand.
At the same time, his gaze was also sizing up the other person.
Under the moonlight, the man and Shimura Yu met eyes, and the man's refined and elegant face seemed somewhat familiar to Shimura Yu.
Shimura Yu narrowed his eyes, both to focus his gaze and to carefully observe the other person.
Those facial features, and that aura… “You—” Shimura Yu’s eyes widened suddenly, “How could you possibly be in Japan!”
"Did you recognize him?"
The other person said, "Even after so many years, you still recognized me."
He took two steps closer and smiled, "It's been a long time, Uncle Liu Xiong. It must have been fifty-one years by now."
"If I hadn't met you by chance, I would never have imagined that you, who should have died fifty years ago, were still alive and had come to Japan."
Shimura Yu didn't speak, but his face gradually turned ashen.
He spent his whole life longing for Dongxia and hoping to see his old friends again, but in his mind, this scene was definitely not something he imagined.
The other party shouldn't be in Japan right now, or even come to see me.
"I never imagined you would become a traitor."