Flustered and exasperated

Too busy to sniff out the traitor, Superintendent Hakuba contacted Lieutenant General Litar of America while questioning:
"How is the battlefield? Who has the upper hand?"
"At present, it's the 'Ghost Summoner'. Ordinary artillery fire has no effect on his wraiths."
This was the only good news, restoring a breath of life to Superintendent Hakuba.
They could allow a battle to erupt, and if necessary, this battle could even take place in the core zone.
The only thing they could not allow was for the Americans to take away their supernatural entity.
That belonged to the supernatural of the island nation!
A bunch of bandits and robbers!
The communication connected, and Superintendent Hakuba seized the initiative in an extremely rapid tone.
"Your Excellency Litar, why did your forces march into the urban area without prior notice? I need a reasonable explanation!"
Chief Superintendent Tōyama watched Superintendent Hakuba's expression shift rapidly from unsightly to livid, and a few seconds later, he hung up the phone in anger.
There was no need to guess the outcome; given America's overbearing nature, providing a seemingly reasonable yet absurd explanation after the fact would already be considered decent.
Especially since this matter involved the supernatural.
For America, which worshipped rugged individualism, the existence of supernatural beings was simply irresistible.
"Superintendent, what should we do now?"
"Inform the Asaka garrison's Self-Defense Forces to rush to Nerima Ward immediately. We must ensure that this supernatural entity does not fall into America's hands."
In other words, they could disrupt America's operations if necessary.
Chief Superintendent Tōyama gave his full approval.
Currently, human supernatural beings were already scarce, let alone the fact that Yamada Ryōka's ability was clearly intertwined with souls in countless ways—making it extremely special. Faced with such massive interests, the island nation would also grow a spine.
After all, this was Neon, their territory!
Unless America wanted the news of a supernatural entity appearing in the island nation to spread across the globe.
At that moment, Asakawa Yūya hurried over, his usually composed expression filled with ecstasy.
"Superintendent, the laboratory has succeeded!"
The angry expressions of the two men, infuriated by America, froze, and then instantly morphed into identical looks of wild joy.
……
On the fourth underground floor, inside a laboratory with even tighter security than before, Superintendent Hakuba's pupils trembled slightly as he stared intently at the green liquid resting quietly in the test tubes inside the glass cabinet, his clenched fists pressing against the bulletproof glass.
Appearing at a time like this, could this be compensation granted by the heavens?
"We have extracted from the experimental subjects a special serum capable of generating supernatural power—which we may tentatively call 'demon power'."
"These sera possess vibrant vitality and formidable reproductive capabilities."
"There are currently two main problems." The elderly man in charge of the introduction earlier, Dr. Nagase who led the research, adjusted his glasses as he introduced the product.
"First, these sera were extracted from blood drawn from the Black Ghost and the Hair Ghost, yet they exhibit the identical characteristics. In other words, replicating the 'demon arts' of the Hair Ghost is impossible."
Even though the Metropolitan Police Department, various dignitaries, and politicians had gathered Neon's most elite biologists, geneticists, and other scientific authorities and researchers, they had been unable to discover two different sera from the subjects, as if the genetic compositions of the Black Ghost and the Hair Ghost were entirely identical.
"Second, individuals injected with the serum will consume a massive amount of energy, causing organ failure symptoms in the subjects. At the same time, this is accompanied by excruciating pain and psychological stimulation; data from the vast majority of subjects indicate that once they fall unconscious, death is the only outcome."
"The former can be resolved by injecting a large amount of nutrient solution and screening for individuals who are sufficiently robust, while the latter requires the experimental subject to possess an unyielding will."
The world is fair; to gain something, one must bear the corresponding price.
This was humanity's first step onto the path of the supernatural, and the price to be paid was bottomless. Ahead lay a pitch-black abyss.
The accumulation of vast amounts of data proved that this step was by no means easy to take, but they had no choiceing but to press forward.
As for how the data was obtained... never mind that.
Superintendent Hakuba coughed lightly.
As the head of the Metropolitan Police Department—this massive apparatus of violence—his authority was remarkably useful within its scope. Coupled with the support of various dignitaries, it was only natural to have scum who had committed serious crimes make a modest contribution to the glorious future of the island nation.
After a moment of thought, various candidates flashed through his mind, until finally, one person appeared in his vision.
"Go bring Yamanaka Tōru here."
Hearing the candidate chosen by Superintendent Hakuba, Odagiri Toshiro hesitated for a moment.
"Superintendent, are you certain you want to use him?"
That man was ruthless. He built an equalizer with his own hands and sent the former prime minister to his funeral. Ever since then, his life story was no longer a secret among the people of the island nation; it could be said he spent his whole life fighting against an unjust fate.
If a person like that truly passed the experiment and gained supernatural power, the world would likely be thrown into chaos.
Superintendent Hakuba replied in a deep voice: "Just moments ago, America led troops into Nerima Ward and engaged the 'Ghost Summoner'. The current situation is unknown."
Odagiri Toshiro's expression shook, instantly grasping the gravity of the situation as his face turned grave.
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Nerima Ward.
The orderly farmland experienced the scent of gunpowder today. Craters appeared irregularly, and automatic rifles, machine guns, flamethrowers, RPGs, and a series of other weapons made their appearance in this 'countryside'.
Yet today, these cutting-edge instruments that had propelled humanity to the top of the planetary hierarchy all failed when facing this enemy.
Armored vehicles were flipped over, attack helicopters spiraled down or exploded directly in mid-air, and shouting American soldiers instantly ascended to heaven under the caress of the wraiths.
Meanwhile, the bullets and shells they fired were intercepted by trails of pitch-black, unidentified liquid. Armored vehicles and attack helicopters met instant death when confronted face-to-face by wraiths, or had their engines and fuel tanks blown apart by dozens of fused 'undead'.
The farmland was littered with sideways and upturned wrecks of armored vehicles and helicopters.
In this brief clash, the price paid was the lives of these arrogant American soldiers.
In the distance, the Black lieutenant colonel in charge of on-site command widened his eyes, his look of disbelief making the whites of his eyes stand out starkly against his skin.
"Sh...it!"
He finally understood why such an 'easy' mission had fallen onto his head. They said it was just dealing with a single person... could this thing even be called a person?!
He had never witnessed anyone who could resist modern artillery fire!
Those pieces of dog shit higher up!
At that moment, Litar's pleasant voice came through the earpiece.
"Lieutenant Colonel Morty, your mission is accomplished. You may now lead your troops to withdraw to a safe zone."
As the words fell, armored vehicles rushing to the battlefield poured in endlessly from all directions, draped in black cloth to conceal their weapons. A bit further back, he spotted fighter jets flying, waiting for the attack signal.
Withdraw your mother!
The Black lieutenant colonel's facial muscles twitched.
He was certain that if he ordered his troops to retreat, that monster wearing a human skin would immediately target him next.
For the sake of his own life, he hurriedly ordered the eager driver to flee. As for the soldiers still on the battlefield...
I will apply for casualty pensions for you all; whether they get approved depends on the conscience of those above.
Yamada Ryōka, who was dismantling the soldiers who usually strutted around the island nation with such swagger, likewise noticed these subsequently joining units.
The secret weapon was soon revealed.
They were rows of...
"Water guns?"