Chapter 1183 The Terrified Kyoto Restoration Society

Panic spread like a virus through the command center...

Zhou Bang chose to throw this "Death Staff" at Japan, with whom he had a deep-seated blood feud, after the apocalypse. The resolute determination and desire for revenge behind it made even these American soldiers, who were used to the cruelty of the apocalypse, feel a chill to the bone!

This is no longer a game between nations; it's more like... an ultimate judgment from the depths of history, transcending the catastrophe of the apocalypse!

"General! What... what should we do? Should we notify the Kyoto 'Restoration Society'?" the adjutant asked in a hoarse voice.

Brigadier General Thorne snapped out of his daze. He glanced at the dot of light on the radar screen, a symbol of death that was approaching at an incredible speed, and then at the terrified and bewildered faces of his men around him.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart, his voice hoarse and heavy:

"Immediately... contact the Kyoto 'Revival Society' through the highest-encryption channel! Tell them... the 'Sword of Olympus' is falling!"

"As for us..." He paused, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

The question of whether this intercontinental ballistic missile was nuclear-armed is no longer worth considering. The other side went to such lengths to launch this missile; it certainly wasn't just to set off a harmless firework thousands of kilometers away...

Before the apocalypse, he might have still harbored a glimmer of hope, and Zhou Bang dared not launch a nuclear strike due to concerns about international repercussions. But now... to hell with international repercussions!

Whether the international order even has a future is a question...

Thinking of all this, Brigadier General Marcus Thorne closed his eyes helplessly: "...Enter the highest level of shock resistance and pray for God's mercy, although I don't know if God is still watching over this abandoned land."

The order was carried out swiftly, but a profound sense of despair, like cold vines, had already gripped the hearts of everyone in the command center.

Zhou Bang's missile may have destroyed not only Kyoto, but also the last vestiges of the survivors' understanding of the "rules" of the apocalypse.

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Meanwhile, in the heart of the Kyoto community, at "Chizuru no Su" - the headquarters of the Kyoto Reconstruction Association.

In stark contrast to the crowded, filthy, and despair-filled honeycomb maze at the bottom, the area where the Revival Society headquarters is located is the only place on this sea platform that can be described as "elegant" and "orderly".

It is not a single building, but a complex of several low but sprawling, austere fortress-like buildings, tightly protected by a higher and thicker internal defensive wall, completely isolated from the chaos outside.

The building's exterior walls are made of dark gray special concrete, with a smooth, mirror-like surface. There are almost no windows, only some cleverly disguised, narrow observation windows resembling firing ports. The overall style presents a gloomy, oppressive, and unapproachable feeling, like a crouching behemoth exuding an invisible oppressive power.

However, once you pass through the heavy alloy door that requires multiple authentications, the interior opens up dramatically, a stark contrast to the post-apocalyptic wasteland outside.

The interior decoration is extremely luxurious, yet it carries a strong, distorted style that blends Japanese tradition with modern minimalism.

The high-ceilinged hall has a floor paved with shiny black marble, and the walls are covered with dark cypress wainscoting. Hanging on the walls are antique ink paintings with sharp brushstrokes and desolate artistic conception, or Noh masks with strong religious connotations and bizarre shapes.

The air circulation system maintains a constant temperature and humidity, and is filled with a faint, expensive incense scent, completely isolating the outside world from the polluted sea breeze and stench.

The corridor was deep and quiet. Staff members dressed in traditional kimonos or sharp suits walked slowly and expressionlessly, like carefully crafted puppets.

Inside a core meeting room called "Cherry Blossom Room," the atmosphere was initially one of suppressed calm.

Several key figures of the Restoration Society—including a samurai representative dressed in an old-fashioned army general's uniform with a sinister look in his eyes; a tycoon head dressed in a well-tailored, expensive custom-made suit, yet unable to conceal his haggard appearance after the apocalypse; and a royal prince dressed in a dark purple patterned haori hakama, with an indifferent expression, representing a figurehead who had long lost real power but remained a symbol of authority—were sitting around a huge ebony conference table, listening to their subordinates' tedious reports on resource allocation and outer defense.

On the table lay an exquisite porcelain tea set containing rare Gyokuro tea, sourced from a specific preservation location. The wafting aroma of the tea mingled with the fragrance of incense, creating a dreamlike tranquility.

Sudden--

Waaaaaahh ...

The air raid siren, piercingly loud enough to shatter eardrums, suddenly and unexpectedly erupted like the mournful howl of a dying beast! It pierced through the thick walls and soundproofing, instantly filling the entire space!

The alarm was so shrill and urgent that it created a devastating contrast with the deliberately maintained tranquility and elegance inside the conference room!

"Naru?!?!" (What?!)

Startled, a tycoon's hand trembled, and an expensive teacup was knocked over. The scalding tea spilled onto the precious ebony wooden table, staining the sleeves of his exquisite kimono, but he was completely unaware.

呲——

The elderly man in the general's uniform suddenly stood up, his movements so fast they seemed completely out of character for his age. He knocked over the chair behind him, making a screeching sound.

His face, usually known for its calm and stern demeanor, was now filled with surprise and disbelief.

Even the royal prince, who had been expressionless the whole time, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his knuckles turned white from gripping the folding fan so tightly.

The conference room door was flung open, and a staff officer dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking officer in the Commanding Forces, his face ashen, practically tumbled in. He disregarded all decorum, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme fear:

"Report! Yokota Air Base... has... has detected a hypersonic, high-trajectory target!!"

"Identification code...unidentifiable! Feature analysis...suspected...suspected intercontinental ballistic missile!"

"Launch location...from the western continent! Expected...expected impact point...Kyoto!!!"

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