Chapter 001: Stormy Weather at Yasukuni Shrine

  People's Daily, Tokyo, April 4, 2012: According to the Sankei Shimbun website, this morning, 94 members of the "National Congress Members' Association for Worship at Yasukuni Shrine", a cross-party group in Japan, visited the Yasukuni Shrine located in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo. Although none of the incumbent cabinet ministers attended, Tatsuo Mori, Minister of State for National Policy, who belongs to the People's New Party, went to worship. This is the first time since the DPJ took power last year that a cabinet member has visited the shrine.

  According to reports, among the 66 visitors were 46 members of the House of Representatives (LDP: 24, DPJ: 14, Japan Restoration Party: 4, Independent: 4) and 48 members of the House of Councillors (LDP: 24, DPJ: 8, Your Party: 4, Japan Restoration Party: 4, Everyone's Party: 4, Independent: 4).

  As the worship was nearing its end, a young man suddenly appeared from somewhere, holding firearms and killing dozens of worshippers in succession. After running out of ammunition, he killed more than 20 worshippers with his bare hands and injured dozens of guards. Due to the large number of enemies, he could not escape and detonated explosives on his body, causing minor damage to the Yasukuni Shrine and injuring countless people. After investigation, it was found that only 4 out of 94 worshippers survived, all of whom suffered varying degrees of injury. One person who was rescued had severe brain injuries and was declared a vegetable by doctors. More than 200 guards died at the scene, with many more injured.

  It was later confirmed that the young man is a Chinese national named Huang Zhongxing. (Floating news)

  A secret military base in Beijing, China.

  "Xiao Li, has it been confirmed that the one who attacked Jingguo Shrine is indeed Huang Zhongxing from our Long group?"

  A middle-aged man with an air of natural majesty sat behind his office desk, his face calm and composed. His fingers tapped the desktop in a rhythmic pattern, a habit that those familiar with him knew indicated turmoil within, as he only exhibited this behavior when his mind was in disarray. A pair of piercing eyes, seemingly capable of seeing into one's very soul, fixed intently on the young man in his early thirties standing before him, as if awaiting something.

  "Report to the team leader, after confirmation, this person is indeed a member of our group, Huang Zhongxing. Here are the photos taken by our country's satellite at that time, please take a look, team leader."

  Taking the photo from Xiao Li's hand, the team leader carefully looked at it again and again, hoping to find any difference between the person in the photo and the one in his impression, no matter how slight!

  His hand trembled slowly, and then again... suddenly as if he had lost all his strength, the photo in his hand slipped out lightly.

  Reality is often cruel.

  "How...so silly! This kid...Little Li, you said he's usually a steady person, but today this...this...who can tell me what kind of madness has gotten into him today!"

  "Team leader," Little Li sighed, "don't you understand him yet? Although I admit that Huang is the most stable one among us, he is also the one who hates Japan the most. If you think about his background, it's not hard to understand. We are all deeply saddened by Huang's departure, but to be honest, none of us were surprised by this outcome."

  "Oh? Not unexpected at all?" The team leader raised his head, glanced at Little Li, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes. Huang Zhongxing was his most trusted subordinate, if it wasn't for this mission being too difficult...

  "Squad leader, yes, we're all not surprised. Usually when brothers drink together, we've also heard Huang say things like 'dying with satisfaction'. We asked him what kind of death is considered dying with satisfaction. He said that if he can take a bite out of the Japanese before he dies, he'll be content and die with satisfaction."

  "Is this really happening? I guess it's my fault!" The team leader sighed, "I knew he had a grudge against Japan, and yet I still sent him to Japan on a mission. And then this happens... No wonder, it's all my fault, all my fault!"

  "Team leader, don't be like this. Maybe this way Huang Ge can finally be at peace! He's been living too tiredly all the time, his heart's wish has been fulfilled, maybe he's now smiling as he looks at us."

  "He sought benevolence and got it, but this mess remains..."

  "Sorry, motherland, sorry, fellow villagers, sorry, brothers in the group. Perhaps my impulsiveness this time will bring you endless trouble, but I really couldn't control myself, sorry! However, if I had to do it again, I'd still do the same thing!"

  Floating above Tokyo's Yasukuni Shrine in Japan, is the soul of Huang Zhongxing.

  "Haha, the miniature bomb provided by the British terrorist is actually quite effective, it was worth spending a high price! Haha, Yasukuni Shrine, humph, even if I die, I will still bite you guys hard, hahaahaha..."

  Looking down at the stunned Japanese people below, Huang Zhong felt an indescribable sense of pleasure and let out a wicked laugh. "If I had another life, I'd continue what I'm doing today until I've screwed you all over! Damn it, this bomb exploded too quickly, I didn't even have time to say my last words, it's so frustrating, I left the world without making a sound."

  "Come on, is this still being kept under wraps? Do you want even more of a commotion?"

  Huang Zhongxing: "Others didn't even get a chance to say a word!"

  ……）

  "Hey Allen, I'm heading back home today, so long for now, see you next time."

  Allen, a British arms smuggler based in Japan. He can be considered a friend of Huang Zhongxing, and almost all the firearms he needs to complete his tasks come from this person's hands.

  "Oh, dear Mr. Huang, how can you leave Japan so soon? We haven't even had a good gathering yet." A strange and awkward Chinese accent came from the other end of the phone.

  "Haha, Allen, next time then, see you again when fate permits, I have to hurry back to my country."

  "My dear Chinese friend, slow down, I want to see you off."

  Not bad, this British guy's knowledge of Chinese culture is quite deep.

  "No, no... next time, I'll treat. Huang Zhongxing didn't have the time to eat anything, he still had important things to attend to. Besides, in this filthy country, he really couldn't stay any longer."

  "Oh? My dear friend, then I won't detain you any longer. Hmm, that's right, my friend, I think I have some news that you might like."

  "What? What news?" Huang Zhongxing asked in puzzlement.

  "It's like this, Japan will visit the Yasukuni Shrine on April 4th, that is today at 9:30 am...". Allen went on and on, sharing all the information he knew without holding back. But when he finished speaking, there was complete silence on the other end of the phone. "Hello, my friend, are you still there?"

  "Yes, I'm still here, Allen, my friend. Can you provide me with a miniature bomb and a firearm?" came Huang Zhongxing's low voice from the other end of the phone.

  Allen's heart skipped a beat, "I...my...my friend, you...what are you going to do?"

  "It's nothing, just sending Japan a gift."

  "My friend, as a smuggler, I'd be happy to take on this business deal, but as your friend, I hope you don't do anything stupid."

  "Hehe, I'm honored, but now please treat me as your guest, thank you, Allen."

  "Alright then."

  An hour later, at 8:10, Huang Zhongxing walked out of a villa in Tokyo, followed by an Englishman.

  "My friend, I hope you reconsider."

  With a faint smile, Huang Zhongxing shook his head. "Allen, there's a Chinese saying that I don't know if you've heard of. It goes like this: A great man has things he will do and things he won't do. Don't try to persuade me today." He turned back to Allen with a smile. "And thank you, friend."

  Allen lowered his head, savoring Huang Zhongxing's last two words, and smiled wistfully as he gazed at the receding figure of Huang Zhongxing. He muttered to himself, "As a smuggler, I, Allen, don't have many friends, but you, Huang Zhongxing, count as one. Good luck to you."

  9:40, Huang Zhongxing arrived at Yasukuni Shrine in the 9th district of Tokyo. Damn it, traffic jam is too severe.

  9:49, he successfully killed a ninja, changed clothes and blended into Yasukuni Shrine.

  9:56, relying on his identity as a ninja who was killed in battle, he successfully infiltrated the central area of Yasukuni Shrine and finished worshiping.

  9:57, a specially treated miniature flamethrower in the palm of his hand, tiny tongues of flame spewed out, staining the Yasukuni Shrine with specks of blood.

  9:59, out of ammo, dropped gun, hand-to-hand combat again, as a master of traditional martial arts, he was still a killing star with his bare hands.

  At 10:01, exhausted, he detonated the newly purchased micro-bomb. Huang Zhongxing never thought of leaving alive.

  A small mushroom cloud rose up, accompanied by his soul slowly rising.

  "Why is it that only my soul remains, and the Japanese people who died together with me are nowhere to be seen? It's strange, but I guess it's true that there really is a soul after death! If I hadn't died once before, I wouldn't have known!"

  Admiring his transparent body, Huang Zhongxing was as happy as if he had discovered a new continent. With a soul, it means there is an afterlife. Japanese people, wait for me, our account is not settled yet, hum!

  "It's strange, isn't it said that after death, the black and white impermanence will come to fetch one's soul? How come I've been dead for so long and they haven't arrived yet?" Huang Zhongxing looked around in confusion. "Heavens! How can this be? Why are things on the ground getting smaller and smaller? Wait, no, it seems like I'm floating upwards... Could it be that I died abroad and the black and white impermanence didn't come to collect me, leaving my soul to scatter? Hold on, floating upwards, could it be that I'm going to heaven?"

  Thinking left and right, can't get the result. Perhaps this is going to heaven, "It seems that Laozi killed all the people who should be killed. If not, how could I, with my hands full of fresh blood, go to heaven? Hahaha..."

  "Huh? It's strange, why is it getting colder and colder?" The paradise I imagined should be warm and sunny, how come here... "It's so cold!"

  Huang Zhongxing's soul was frozen, his upper teeth only clashed with his lower teeth. If he still had a physical body, I believe the sound of his teeth fighting would not be much worse than the sound of a wooden clapper.

  Suddenly, a fierce suction pulled Huang Zhongxing's soul body rapidly upwards. Could it be that this was the entrance to heaven? Huang Zhongxing felt a surge of joy in his heart, thinking that what followed would surely be wonderful.

  The rumored paradise is a holy place idealized by humans, but I don't know if it's true or not.

  "Hiss!"

  It's like passing through a thin fog, and also...

  "Damn, is this heaven? Whoever tells me that heaven is great again, I'll skin them alive! This is what humans consider a holy land?" Looking at the space in front of him, flashes of lightning and thunder rumbled, bright purple lightning flashing around him. Huang Zhongxing, who was usually fearless, couldn't help but feel his heart racing with fear. "This is heaven? It looks more like the time tunnel I've seen before!"

  A huge suction pulled Huang Zhongxing's soul body to fly forward non-stop, flashes of lightning occasionally flashed around him, and after a long time, he left the last sentence "Go to TMD heaven", Huang Zhongxing fainted.

  Starting point. Welcome, book lovers! The latest, fastest and hottest serialized works are all on the starting point of original works!