MMB Chapter 045 Evacuation
Chapter 045 Evacuation
Yokohama Port.
Several huge searchlights,
The entire harbor was illuminated as if it were daytime.
Originally a trade hub, the container terminal
The area was now completely surrounded by barbed wire and roadblocks.
Dozens of Black Hawk helicopters hovered at low altitude, their huge rotors churning the air and making a buzzing sound.
"Sizzle—"
At the same time, throughout the entire cherry blossom region, in countless cities large and small, a single broadcast was playing on a loop.
"Warning, this is the UN Evacuation Operation 2501 Command Center."
"All foreign citizens stranded in Sakura are requested to immediately proceed to the fourth ward of Yokohama Port in Kanagawa Prefecture."
"To reiterate, this applies only to citizens holding foreign passports. Those without valid foreign documents, please stay home and await... domestic assistance."
Even a fool could tell what the subtext behind the six words "waiting for domestic rescue" was: to let them wait to die!
The already anxious people of Japan were devastated when they heard this devastating news, and they suffered a complete mental breakdown.
For years, the suppressed humility, obsequiousness, and craftsmanship all collapsed at this moment!
With this moral collapse, the people of the Sakura Kingdom did not hesitate to vent their anger and seek revenge.
They looted, vandalized, and burned, venting their despair of the end of the world.
The baseball bats in their hands were stained with the blood of their compatriots, and their arms were stuffed with expired rice balls stolen from convenience stores...
Everyone should release as much pent-up emotion as possible.
"What?! Evacuation? Only foreigners?"
A delinquent teenager with dyed yellow hair stood in disbelief on the street, staring at the LED screen embedded outside the shopping mall.
The screen is showing footage of Yokohama Port.
The area was brightly lit, and warships flying flags of the United States, China, and France were docked at the shore.
Those foreigners who usually act superior wherever they go are boarding the ship in an orderly manner under the escort of soldiers.
Outside the quarantine fence, countless civilians from the Sakura Kingdom stretched out their hands, crying and shouting, wanting to get in.
"You bastard! What gives you the right?!"
The delinquent gritted his teeth.
"This is our country! Why should they be saved but not us?!"
"This is aggression! This is racial discrimination!"
anger.
Extreme anger.
This feeling of being treated like trash by the whole world instantly ignited the twisted pride of the island nation.
however.
This anger lasted for less than three seconds.
The next second, a jaw-dropping "Sichuan Opera face-changing" performance unfolded on the street.
The delinquent teenager saw a black international student dragging a suitcase and looking terrified.
The Black exchange student was terrified. Looking at the group of thugs wielding weapons, he stammered and begged for mercy in Japanese:
"No...don't kill me, I'm just a student..."
"Thump!"
A crisp sound.
An unexpected scene unfolded.
Then the delinquent sprinted towards the black man with the speed of an Olympic 100-meter dash, and then... with incredible fluidity...
Slide tackle! (Don't criticize, this is just a silly post!)
The sound of my knee hitting the concrete floor was painful to hear.
"Otosan!"
The delinquent clung to the black man's leg, tears and snot streaming down his face; his expression was more grief-stricken than if his own father had died.
"Take me away! Please take me away!"
I can be your luggage! I can carry your shoes! I'll do anything for you, just to take me with you!
Black international student: "???"
At the same time, the surrounding delinquent youths also reacted, throwing down their weapons and kneeling on the ground.
"Sir! Take me with you! I can polish shoes!"
"I have money! I'll give you all the money I stole! Just let me follow behind you!"
Even more shockingly, a young woman wearing tattered stockings rushed up and grabbed the black man's arm, desperately pulling down the already meager amount of fabric, her eyes alluring yet her face filled with terror.
"Brother, please take me with you."
I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me! I'm skilled, very skilled!
However, this scene is not limited to this.
At this very moment, this scene is playing out wildly throughout the cherry blossoms, streets, and alleys.
The thugs who were indiscriminately attacking passersby just a second ago are now acting like they've seen their long-lost fathers when they see foreigners.
Regardless of whether you are black or white, even if you are a Southeast Asian laborer whom they usually look down on.
As long as they hold a foreign passport, it's like a "Noah's Ark ticket" to them, making them living ancestors!
What was previously the baseness of human nature has now become the lowest point of humanity, and these Japanese people have demonstrated it to the fullest extent.
……
"Tsk, so they finally remembered to evacuate their citizens?"
Over Tokyo, Lin Fan listened to the radio broadcast and couldn't help but mutter a sentence.
Looking down at Tokyo, which resembled the end of the world, he had an idea. He gave the enhanced mutated creatures a command to drive away the horde of zombies and clear the road from Tokyo to Kanagawa.
……
Yokohama Port, entrance to the fourth defense zone.
In less than half an hour, the place had become packed with people.
In front of the entrance, a dozen or so Bradley infantry fighting vehicles from the United States were lined up, their dark machine gun muzzles pointing straight ahead.
In front of the chariot were three rows of barbed wire.
Behind the tank was a group of fully armed American soldiers.
Their eyes were cold, even mocking, as they watched the frantically pushing and shoving crowd outside the barbed wire fence.
"Back off! All of you, back off!"
An American lieutenant, holding a megaphone, shouted in broken Japanese,
"Non-foreign citizens are prohibited from approaching within ten meters of the warning line! Violators will be shot on sight!"
"Sir! Please! Let me through!"
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with slicked-back hair, waved a thick wad of US dollars and struggled to squeeze his way to the barbed wire fence.
"I'm a Sony executive! I have money! I'll give you US dollars! One hundred thousand! Let me on board!"
The lieutenant glanced at him, his gaze as if he were looking at an idiot.
Although he also really wanted to earn that $100,000, given the current situation, if he dared to reach out and take it, the consequences would be dire!
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
A bloody hole appeared on the middle-aged man's forehead, his expression froze, and he fell straight backward.
The stack of US dollars lay scattered in the pool of blood, trampled into the mud by the terrified crowd.
The lieutenant, his gun still smoldering, said coldly:
"Sorry, we do not accept cash transactions here!"
Next."
The crowd fell silent instantly.
But after only two seconds of silence, an even bigger riot broke out.
"On what grounds?! This is murder!"
"Is this the human rights you preach?!"
Countless people cried out and cursed, but under the cold muzzle of the machine gun, no one dared to cross the line.
Just then, a group of international students and overseas Chinese, escorted by several soldiers in camouflage uniforms with red national flags embroidered on their chests, slowly walked over.
The crowd automatically parted to form a path.
Those Japanese people watched as their neighbors, whom they usually ridiculed, were treated this way.
Their eyes were practically spitting green light; it was a jealousy that made them want to rush up and skin them alive, and put on their clothes.
"etc!"
A young man from Japan, wearing wire-rimmed glasses and with a refined appearance, suddenly rushed out, blending into the back of the line, and shouted in fluent Chinese:
"I'm Chinese too! I'm an international student! I've lost my passport!"
One of the Chinese soldiers in charge of the inspection stopped him and looked him up and down.
"Passport lost?" the soldier asked expressionlessly.
"Yes, yes, yes! I got lost while running! I'm a genuine Chinese! Comrade, please help me!"
The young man's eyes were brimming with tears; his acting skills are so good, it would be a shame if he didn't make short dramas.
Without wasting words, the soldier casually asked, "Imperial Jade Liquor?"
The young man was stunned: "N-Nani?"
The soldier's eyes sharpened instantly, and he slammed the butt of his rifle down without hesitation.
"You don't even know it costs 180 yuan a cup? You dare to pretend?"
"Bang!"
The young man's face was smashed open, and he flew out screaming.
"Take him away! Next one!"
The soldier snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the restless imposters around him.
"Don't try anything funny. No matter how well you pretend normally, it won't work here!"
On the other side, in the evacuation route of the United States, the situation was even simpler and more brutal.
A blond, blue-eyed white man walked over with his arm around a petite Japanese girl.
"Hey buddy, this is my girlfriend, she's coming with me."
The white man waved his blue passport in his hand, looking relaxed.
The American soldier guarding the passport glanced at it, saluted, and said, "Welcome home, sir. Please come in."
The white man smugly pulled the girl towards the entrance.
"etc."
The soldier's large hand, clad in a tactical glove, gripped the girl's arm like an iron clamp.
"Sirs may enter, but pets are not allowed." The soldier had a mocking smile on his face.
"What? A pet? She's a person!" the white man roared. "She's my lover!"
"Those locals without passports on the country's evacuation list are potential virus carriers," the soldier said coldly. "Sir, you can choose to stay with her, or you can go in yourself."
The white man was stunned.
He recalled the hellish city he had escaped from, and then glanced at his girlfriend, who was crying her eyes out.
"Ya...Yami, I'm sorry."
The white man rushed into the barbed wire fence without looking back, running faster than a rabbit.
"Ken! Don't leave me! Ken!!"
The girl clung desperately to the barbed wire, her fingers bleeding from the piercing wounds, but could only watch helplessly as the other person's figure disappeared into the crowd.
"Get out of here, you bitch."
The soldier kicked the girl in the stomach, sending her back into the refugee camp. "Don't let me get the virus."
despair.
Utter despair.
The entire Yokohama Port is like a giant pressure cooker, crammed full of abandoned, vengeful spirits...