Chapter 158
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 158
Chapter Title: Japan Rampage
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“Boss, we heard about your 'grand ambition' from Fukuda Ren. If it's for your grand ambition, our own strength alone won't cut it. Why don't we go raid some nearby prisons too?”
“Good.”
‘...But what grand ambition are they talking about?’
I just wanted to raise hell in Japan, but the 300-plus guys who'd decided to follow me had deluded themselves into thinking I harbored some 'grand ambition'.
It was probably because my number one lackey, Fukuda Ren, had hyped it up like crazy... Well, whatever. Good is good, so I'd just let it slide.
‘These guys seem to be under some serious misunderstanding... Yeah, might as well let them keep thinking that.’
Anyway, since my goal of rampaging through Japan kinda lined up with whatever they thought, it worked out.
I took all the sensible advice from my new underlings and decided to hit up the nearby prisons.
Of course, before we left, I ordered them to smash the Tokyo Detention Center's file rooms, security offices, and the like, then torch the place.
The official excuse was erasing criminal records held there, but really, it was to wipe out any trace of me showing up yesterday or sharing a cell with Fukuda Ren.
I didn't want my identity exposed and risk my pussy slaves getting taken hostage.
That's why I was still wearing the Oni Rakshasa mask with the samurai helmet and using a voice modulator tie.
‘Kuhuhu, now the real fun begins. Japan rampage.’
Leading my 300-plus new underlings, I strode out the front gate of the detention center like I owned the place.
The front gate was already a total wreck from the mortar barrage... and after that, the 700-plus escapees I'd armed with pistols had turned it into an even bigger shitshow. The area around the entrance was pure pandemonium and chaos incarnate.
A bunch of escapees firing pistols mixed in with cops shooting back.
- Tatatang! -
- Bang! Bang! Bang! -
- Tatang! Bang! -
- Baanng! -
Even now, gunfire echoed nearby from cops and pistol-wielding escapees still trading shots, making my 300 followers flinch.
“Boss, do we fire back right away at any cops shooting at us?”
“Why even ask? You think I handed out guns so we could stand there and take their bullets?”
“N-no, sir...! Sorry, Boss. Stupid question.”
My group of 300 overwhelmed the front gate with sheer numbers, firepower, and momentum, silencing it completely.
The combo of light machine guns, grenades, and Panzerfausts was killer.
Once we unleashed the M249s and DP-28s with that satisfying ‘drrruk...!’, the Japanese cops were toast.
For anyone hiding behind cover, we'd blast 'em with a Panzerfaust or lob grenades and Molotovs.
After that, we stole cars or politely(?) convinced civilians to 'voluntarily' hand theirs over, then headed to the next target: another nearby prison.
And we cleaned it out successfully.
By 'successfully', I mean we successfully recruited more lackeys for my crew.
Basically, reinforcements.
“Boss, let's hit the next prison. This one's sorted.”
“Yoshi (got it).”
We raided every detention center, prison, and branch facility around Tokyo.
Japan's heart. Japan's capital.
The Japanese government never imagined something like this happening smack in the middle of Tokyo and got caught flat-footed.
Or maybe their rigid bureaucracy and endless meetings meant they were still holding meetings about meetings to figure out emergency measures...
‘Not entirely their fault, though. No country could predict this erupting in their capital. Kekeke.’
It'd be tough for any nation to respond on the fly.
Unless they were used to terrorism or guns.
Hmm... The US, used to both, might handle it better...
‘But watching these Japanese clowns, it'll probably take forever just to get the PM and cabinet together for a meeting.’
Anyway, Japan's bureaucracy and government, softened by peacetime, had no playbook for this. They sent small police units piecemeal, only to get picked off and smashed by us.
Once more: we had M249s, DP-28s, grenades, and Panzerfausts.
After clearing out all the detention centers, prisons, and branches around Tokyo, we pushed into central Tokyo, seized City Hall and the surrounding area, and kicked off urban warfare.
Bonus: countless Tokyo civilians held hostage.
“Boss, the men are committing murders, rapes, arsons, and robberies. Should we rein them in?”
“Nah, let 'em. The world's survival of the fittest—might makes right. Guys who risk their lives deserve some small rewards.”
“Understood, Boss. If that's your vision for a 'new Japan'...'
‘...These idiots are seriously deluded. New Japan? What the hell?’
The misunderstandings were piling up, but it didn't hurt me, so I let it be.
The guy who'd asked was backing away to relay orders when something hit me, so I stopped him.
“Oh, wait.”
“Yes, Boss. What is it?”
“Tell them no killing women. Especially pretty ones—don't kill 'em, don't touch 'em, just leave 'em alone. And no raping if possible. They're all mine.”
‘Pretty girls? I'll collect 'em all and fuck 'em later.’
“...Y-yes, sir. Got it. I'll pass on that the pretty ones go to you... and to avoid killing women and kids as much as possible. It'll win hearts for the new Japan too.”
‘...This guy's got a knack for twisting my words into something noble on his own. Never told him not to kill kids, though.’
Besides Fukuda Ren, I now had several trusted underlings.
Aoki Eiji, Endo Rikuto, Murakami Eita, Kondo Myuji, and so on.
These four had somehow become my 'Four Heavenly Kings', sticking by my side as bodyguards and claiming loyalty.
They'd been in Yakuza or mafia-like groups, athletes, or soldiers before.
The one who'd gotten my no-touching-women order was Kondo Myuji, a former Ground Self-Defense Force officer or something.
Like Fukuda Ren, he'd been framed by a gold-digging snake, losing his honor, career, money, and family.
The Japanese government finally activated an emergency cabinet and started responding fast, deploying police and Self-Defense Forces to stop us.
But we kept bleeding them in localized street fights. I showered them with weapons and ammo, and kept recruiting from raided prisons and detention centers around Tokyo, sustaining the rampage.
Tokyo as a whole plunged into unprecedented massive chaos.
Just like the hellscape I'd seen at the detention center's front gate—pure anarchy and warzone.
“Boss, some civilians want to join, saying they sympathize with your revolutionary spirit. What do we do?”
“Take 'em all. More troops the better.”
“Hai!”
I don't know if I had any revolutionary spirit, but civilians claiming to share it joined up, rapidly refilling our losses from fights. We ballooned to over 3,000 in no time.
“I figured prisons would give us tons of recruits... but way less than expected. More guys than I thought refused to escape. Cowards.”
“Can't be helped. Leave 'em. Arming cowards like that? They'd just surrender.”
“Exactly, Boss. We're already seeing deserters... Forcing them in would just spread surrender vibes and cause a mass desertion.”
Even in the prisons, plenty had short sentences left or just wanted to serve quietly and repent.
So my prison-recruitment plan flopped—my forces didn't grow as much as hoped.
Instead, pissed-off civilians made up the bulk of our reinforcements.
‘Kekeke, who cares. I just gotta rampage more...! Japanese cops and government who locked me up—suffer more. Kuhuhu.’
Now, my escapee force had become the worst rebel armed group in modern Japanese history. Unprecedented.