Chapter 60: Bombing the Yasukuni Shrine, Death of the Island Nation's Prime Minister
The island nation of the East was small, no larger than a palm-sized territory. From Kyoto to Tokyo was only a short distance.
Relying on the supersonic flight capability of his Iron Man armor, Jiang Feng quickly appeared openly in the skies above Tokyo in broad daylight.
Under the vast blue sky, his jet-black armor reflected a cold metallic gleam in the sunlight, exuding the majestic presence of a god of death descending upon the world.
With all kinds of advanced black technology now in his hands, Jiang Feng's behavior had changed drastically.
He was no longer the cautious newcomer who only dared to act under the cover of night.
Now, Jiang Feng had enough confidence and power to act recklessly in the open.
That was the confidence brought by strength.
When one possessed absolute power, why bother fearing the gaze of others?
"Linglong, locate Chiyoda District for me."
"Yes, Master!"
Under Linglong's navigation guidance, Jiang Feng quickly locked onto a notorious building in Tokyo's Chiyoda District—
The Yasukuni Shrine.
Gazing down at the glaring structure below, a trace of coldness flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes.
This place that glorified militarism and worshipped war criminals—
No matter what, it had to be erased from the world today.
Although Jiang Feng had never seen himself as a savior or a messenger of justice, the blood running through his veins still remembered that bloody history.
Since he had the chance today, he would settle the blood debt for countless compatriots.
Hovering high in the air, Jiang Feng's presence radiated a chilling killing intent.
"What is that thing? A new type of fighter jet?"
"No way! Fighter jets can't hover in midair like that!"
Around the Yasukuni Shrine, heavy security forces were stationed. Several patrolling police officers heard the sound of something breaking through the air and looked up, confusion on their faces when they spotted a humanoid figure.
But in the next second, their expressions shifted from confusion to utter terror.
"Not good! Run!"
"He's going to attack!"
Without hesitation, Jiang Feng activated the most powerful weapon on his armor and launched a miniature missile.
Although the missile was only the thickness of a thumb, it contained enough high-explosive payload to flatten an entire building.
Whoosh!
With a sharp, piercing sound, the messenger of death streaked across the sky, trailing a fiery tail like a meteor, plunging straight toward the Yasukuni Shrine.
The surrounding police and guards, horrified by the sight, completely lost their composure.
Their meager salaries and small pistols—some didn't even have guns—were useless against such terrifying high technology straight out of a science fiction movie.
Survival was the only thing that mattered now.
At that very moment, inside the main hall of the Yasukuni Shrine, a nauseating ceremony was underway.
The current prime minister of the island nation and several government officials were dressed neatly, kneeling before memorial tablets, piously worshipping those who had committed heinous war crimes during World War II.
Those who should have been condemned for eternity, nailed to the pillar of historical shame, were being honored as heroes and even worshipped as gods—an outrageous insult to human conscience.
Click! Click!
Camera shutters fired in rapid succession.
The prime minister sat solemnly before the rows of tablets, hands clasped together, putting on a look of reverence.
Behind him, several photographers carrying professional cameras scrambled to capture every angle, the flashes lighting up the entire hall like daylight.
Worship? Prayer?
It was nothing more than a political show to deceive the public.
What the prime minister truly cared about was approval ratings and the people's praise.
The annual visit to the Yasukuni Shrine had long become a political tradition—an obligatory performance to maintain his public image.
"Yoshi, finally done posing," the prime minister thought with relief, though he kept his solemn expression.
"Those foolish citizens love this kind of show. Next, I still have to report to my American masters."
"Such a busy schedule… truly exhausting."
After the photographers finished taking enough material, the prime minister stood up slowly, brushing nonexistent dust from his clothes, already planning his next itinerary.
After all, the "father-son relationship" between their two countries couldn't be neglected.
As the "son," the island nation had to regularly report to its "father," America.
Thinking of this, the prime minister even felt a bit moved by his own dedication.
"I truly am a hardworking official, running around all day for the sake of the country and its people. Who could possibly understand my hardship?"
After finishing the routine visit to his American masters, he thought, perhaps he should reward himself that night.
The economy had been poor recently, and many young girls were unemployed.
As the nation's leader, how could he possibly ignore these struggling citizens? Naturally, he should "help" them.
A lustful gleam flashed in his eyes.
Unfortunately, he would never again have the chance to indulge his vile desires.
The scythe of death was already hanging above his head.
Boom!
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted!
Jiang Feng's missile, like divine wrath, slammed into the Yasukuni Shrine, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion in an instant.
A blazing fireball lit up half the sky as thick black smoke surged upward like a roaring dragon.
The entire structure was obliterated—shattered into countless fragments.
The tablets of war criminals and the politicians inside were all reduced to ashes in a heartbeat, without even a scream.
Jiang Feng hovered in midair like a war god descending from the heavens, overlooking the blazing ruins below.
"I've got to say," he sneered, "these islanders sure have discipline—thousands of degrees of heat and not a single sound. Impressive."
He watched as the flames below gradually subsided until the Yasukuni Shrine was completely reduced to a blackened wasteland. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
Mission complete. It was time to leave.
Jiang Feng turned, preparing to fly toward America.
But at that critical moment—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two streaks of silver light tore through the air, surrounding Jiang Feng.
They were the latest F-22 Raptor fighter jets, their metallic bodies gleaming like predators in the sun.
"Warning! Unknown flying object ahead, you have entered United States airspace!"
A cold voice came through the radio.
"Cease flight immediately and submit to inspection, or we will authorize the use of force!"