Chapter 487 Shocking Change in Nagasaki, Perseverance in Desperate Circumstances

"boom--!"

"Boom boom boom—!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Rumble—!"

A deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of Nagasaki City in the early morning. Flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. The ground trembled violently, buildings swayed precariously, and terrified screams echoed throughout the city.

That morning, while most people were still asleep, a series of violent explosions, the collapse of buildings, and panicked cries woke the entire city.

The once peaceful town was thrown into chaos in an instant, with many people fleeing their homes in a panic before they could even put on their clothes properly.

The explosions occurred at multiple military bases within the city, and even several Amu bases stationed on the island nation were not spared.

When the news broke, several officials in Nagasaki, an island nation, who were also awakened, were completely dumbfounded.

They had no time to appease or protect the people; all they could think about was how to explain themselves to the royal family and the Aimu Kingdom.

This led to the city spiraling out of control and descending into chaos within an hour of the explosion.

Screams and cries filled the air, and some people took advantage of the chaos to vandalize, loot, and burn, with violence spreading everywhere.

The injured were abandoned on the roadside, screaming and wailing, while children who had run out of their homes in panic stood trembling in place.

In a short period of time, this once peaceful and tranquil town seemed to have been transformed into a living hell.

Deep inside the sewers, where no one was watching, several disheveled figures sat quietly against the wall.

After a full hour of waiting, a faint sound of footsteps finally came.

In the darkness, someone moved their stiff body.

"Black Wolf, what's the situation outside?" The young man at the front asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse and dry, his chapped lips oozing blood, as if he hadn't drunk much water for days.

And that is indeed the case.

They had been hiding in this dark sewer for more than half a month. Due to their overseas mission, the supplies they could bring were already limited, and during this time, supplies were extremely scarce. All the food and water they could find were given priority to the two researchers.

As for the soldiers, all they needed to do was bring the people back alive to complete their mission.

The man known as Black Wolf hurriedly handed over two bottles of water: "Captain, have some water first. It's a complete mess outside. I managed to grab two bottles while things were in chaos... If this keeps up, we really won't be able to hold on."

The Grey Wolf knew that he and his teammates were in very bad physical condition, so he stopped refusing.

He took the water bottle, took two small sips, and his burning, dry throat finally felt a little better. He then quickly handed the water to his comrade next to him.

Fortunately, the two scientific research experts they were responsible for escorting were of good character, personality, and temperament. They shared joys and sorrows with them throughout the journey, never put on airs, and never took it for granted that soldiers should give everything for them, including their lives.

While this is true, it is also their responsibility and obligation.

Whether it's voluntary or forced, the difference can cause some discomfort in people's minds.

"Gentlemen, you should have some drinks too."

During this period, the streets outside were under tight surveillance, and no opportunity could be found to safely leave with the two researchers and sneak back to China. In addition, many team members were injured, and their medications had long been exhausted, making it impossible to act rashly.

These special forces members were not afraid of death; they had been prepared to sacrifice themselves for their country at any time during the selection process. However, they feared failing to complete the mission and being unable to safely return these two national treasure-level scientific experts to their homeland.

A middle-aged man, around fifty years old, took the water bottle and slowly sipped it. They hadn't drunk water for two or three days, and drinking large gulps would not only waste precious resources but also damage their throats. Therefore, even though they were extremely thirsty, they only dared to swallow slowly.

The two experts each took three or four sips and then handed the water bottles back without hesitation. Before Captain Gray Wolf could refuse, the middle-aged man shook his head and smiled slightly.

"Comrade Gray Wolf, please don't be so polite. Our bodies haven't reached their limit yet, but you are different. You left most of the food and water for us before, and protected us at all times. Your bodies have long been at their breaking point."

“You know our current situation. If you both fall, we will have no chance of survival. Only if you are safe and sound can we possibly go home.”

"So please make sure you keep this water. Also, Captain Gray Wolf, please give your brothers an order: at this time, we must not act recklessly. We must go home together—the country needs not only researchers like us, but also heroes like you who protect our country."

The hand that was refusing paused slightly. Gray Wolf gazed quietly at the expert before him, a surge of emotion welling up within him.

Over the years, he has carried out many similar missions. It is often said that the smarter a person is, the more eccentric their personality tends to be, and this saying couldn't be more fitting for some scientific research experts.

He has encountered people who are aloof and unwilling to talk to others, people who are arrogant and disdainful of others, and people who allow their families to boss around soldiers and act like spoiled young masters and misses.

Of course, there were many gentle, humble, and polite comrades among them. But those who could maintain their composure and rationality in the face of life and death were few and far between.

Sensing the other party's genuine sincerity, Gray Wolf did not refuse again and nodded gently: "Don't worry, we will definitely bring you two back alive. Please hold on, and always remember that there are people at home waiting for you to return."

"good."

The middle-aged man gently raised the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly.

He knew someone was waiting for him at home, and he missed home, missed his older sister. He wondered how she was doing...

After a short rest, the group turned their attention to Black Wolf, who had just gone out to scout the situation.

"There was chaos everywhere outside, and there were even many people taking advantage of the chaos to loot. I observed secretly for a long time, but no government troops came out. In addition, I checked the locations of the explosions and discovered something."

As he spoke, Black Wolf pulled a notebook from his pocket, unfolded it in the dim light of his flashlight, and pointed to a simple hand-drawn map, saying:

"Captain, look at these explosion points. Do they correspond to the location of the Aimu Army's military base? And these other places, are they the locations of the military districts of the Nagasaki garrison?"

The gray wolf was startled and quickly looked down to compare it with the map of Nagasaki City in his memory. The more he looked, the more alarmed he became, and he even had a vague guess. This guess made him feel an indescribable joy.

"Comrades!" Gray Wolf looked up at his comrades and two research experts, a rare, excited smile appearing on his usually stern face.

"Our comrades have come to take us home."

go home!

That's right!

Their comrades... have come to pick them up!