Chapter 796: Infiltration

The country has not forgotten him, which secretly excited Miyazawa Mu, yet he carefully suppressed his emotions, acting as if nothing had happened.

The polishing of the past twenty years had dulled his fiery spirit and softened his edges. Every Japanese person around him remained unaware that a true Chinese had been lurking among them all along.

The intelligence network stationed in Japan had conducted several minor tests on Miyazawa Mu and gradually began to activate his mission.

At this point, Miyazawa Mu held a prominent position in the Self-Defense Forces. The tasks he faced were not particularly difficult, but as he immersed himself in his work, he gathered more and more important information. Bit by bit, vital intelligence passed through his hands and that of the noodle shop owner, while the Japanese military and U.S. troops stationed in Japan remained oblivious.

Recently, he had quietly stolen critical defensive information about Japan, including details on the U.S. military base in Okinawa, from his immediate superior, but somewhere along the line, the news leaked. The Japanese swiftly reacted, launching an endless pursuit—or rather, a relentless hunt against him.

He could no longer return to his home in Japan; friends he once knew had suddenly turned into enemies, and it felt as if the whole world was against him.

The revelation had come as a shock. If it weren’t for an urgent phone call to his phone, he might still be unaware of his exposure. Had he waited an extra half hour that night, he would have been secure in a Japanese military prison, tightly monitored.

He discarded his phone and all communication devices, and Miyazawa Mu could only keep moving, evading the Japanese pursuit. Whether through disguises or other methods, the enemy always found ways to track him down quickly, as if he were stuck in thick mud he couldn’t shake off.

Just when he thought he was on the brink of despair, he realized he was not alone. During moments of confusion and helplessness, nearby public phone booths would inexplicably ring, and small notes or various transportation keys would suddenly appear in his pockets, subtly guiding him to safe routes as he managed to avoid the increasingly close pursuers.

He repeatedly had close encounters with experienced hunters, even being led into traps.

He was not fighting alone. To protect other intelligence personnel from exposure, the owner of the noodle shop had vanished without a trace, and the few intelligence agents he had contact with also maintained a deliberate distance, rarely showing themselves.

The intelligence remained in Miyazawa Mu’s hands, not only for the sake of safety but also reflecting the trust his superiors placed in him.

His superiors were making relentless efforts and would not easily abandon him. Miyazawa Mu felt a warm reassurance and was determined not to give up.

As he quietly changed vehicles on the outskirts of Shizuoka Prefecture, several unknown men, women, young and old, passed by him in a blur, whispering a relay message that pieced together a final destination for him.

On a stretch of road in Akita Prefecture, his superiors had arranged an evacuation plan to ensure his safe departure along with the acquired intelligence. Was it a submarine? A ship? A helicopter?

Looking at the map, that stretch of road hugged the coastline, yet Miyazawa Mu couldn’t guess what plan made his superiors so confident.

As the home team, the Japanese pursuers would not easily relent. After being repeatedly outsmarted, their numbers steadily grew, and heavy rewards were secretly offered, even company resources were mobilized, igniting a kind of people’s war. And indeed, that was the reality.

The Japanese military knew very well that if this intelligence leaked, their military strength could be significantly compromised, affecting the defense capabilities of the entire island or other plans.

Three days and nights of sleepless travel had exhausted Miyazawa Mu to his limits, yet he gritted his teeth and pushed on, not just for himself, but for the intelligence hanging around his neck.

“This is team number three; target ‘Miyazawa’ spotted. Prepare for all routes! We will start distracting the pursuers behind.”

“Team number one received! Commencing operation!”

“Team number two received! Commencing operation!”

“Team number four confirms the location of ‘Miyazawa’; prepare to support. The Dragon Knight will arrive in five minutes.”

On a stretch of road in Akita Prefecture, a series of incidents occurred within ten kilometers of the two-way lane.

On one side, a truck had a tire blowout, causing a serious multi-car pileup involving seven vehicles, instantly blocking the entire intersection, with trailing cars unable to navigate around.

On the other side, a chemical transport truck suddenly tipped over. Given that it was night and traffic was already sparse, this ten-kilometer long straight stretch promptly became desolate—no cars, no people.

“Team number one received! Interception successful!”

“Team number two received! Interception successful! Area cleared.”

“This is team number three; we have an emergency. At least ten combat-powered armors are rapidly approaching, along with suspected robots and armed helicopters, and Self-Defense Forces personnel, numbers unknown. You only have two minutes. We are setting up an intercept line, but it won’t hold for long; you need to hurry.”

In the distant mountains beside the road, several large explosions rang out. Those were the planted Anti-Personnel Mines, pure made-in-Japan products, likely surprising even the Japanese themselves for being used against their own.

Team number three, responsible for the harassment mission, clearly anticipated that the Japanese military would take it so seriously as to deploy combat-powered armor in pursuit.

If it weren’t for insufficient preparations and the intentional control of the situation, they might have set up some anti-tank mines or C4 explosives to give those giant steel containers a huge surprise.

Japan excels in precision instrument design and development, dedicating substantial resources to robot technology, as can be seen in its home-produced animated films.

In science fiction animations, robots and powered armor play a significant role, tightly linked to the trends in technology development at home.

Several robots or powered armors of various sizes seemed specifically developed for complex terrains. In the mountains, they moved as if walking on flat ground, while numerous armed personnel rushed toward the unexpectedly closed road, realizing that their target was about to escape from this location. They desperately quickened their pace.

“Here we are!”

Miyazawa Mu gasped for breath, looking disheveled as he emerged from the woods. He spotted a figure ahead waving at him.

He tossed aside the spray canister used to mask the scent from military dogs; it was no longer needed.

“Friendlies!”

Seeing what felt like his last lifeline, Miyazawa Mu felt a surge of excitement, but suddenly he heard distant explosions behind him. Without looking back, he immediately accelerated his pace.

Every second counted—not just for his own life, but for the vital intelligence he carried. He didn’t even have time to glance back.

“Faster! Hurry! Time is running out!”

While listening to the reports in his ear, the figure waved even more urgently at Miyazawa Mu, urging him to move quickly.

Team number three, responsible for intercepting, wouldn’t hold out much longer. They were only tasked with distraction, not engaging in a fierce battle with the Japanese.

If the situation worsened, team number three would not hesitate to vacate quickly. In fact, they were already in the process of shifting positions and laying false trails in preparation for their withdrawal.

“Dragon Knight, have you arrived? Hurry! The situation here has changed.”

The leader of team number four, dressed like a biker, impatiently revved the throttle of his Harley, anxious to reestablish contact. Only he and another member were waiting at the rendezvous point. At that moment, Miyazawa Mu had reached the road, supported by another team member as he gasped for breath.

“Confirming target! Landing!”

A heavenly voice suddenly reached the leader of team number four’s ears, and he widened his eyes in shock. “What? Landing?! Where?”

An unexpected landing operation surprised all the support teams.

Where was the roar of jets? Where was the aircraft?

Did they think the fighter jet was a balloon?

This was about life and death! There was no room for jokes.

But the next moment, the leader of team number four’s eyes widened again as he noticed something silently gliding past him, almost brushing against his nose, quietly transforming from an invisible state into a massive form.

It was a colossal object exuding an invisible pressure like a wild beast.

A pure black fighter jet materialized out of nowhere on the road, sliding toward Miyazawa Mu’s position at a leisurely pace.

“What on earth is going on? Where did this come from?”

The leader of team number four could hardly believe what he was seeing.

“By the Marxist-Leninist doctrine!”

Both Miyazawa Mu and the support personnel had long been rooted in Japan and spoke fluent Japanese habitually, yet at that moment, they couldn’t help but shout a phrase in Chinese.

This was truly astonishing!

Could it be the legendary space teleportation technology?

A massive fighter jet had unexpectedly appeared in the temporarily closed passage, illuminated by the dim light of the street lamps, making one believe this was no dream, but a real fighter jet.

The cockpit was covered by a heavy outer shell with holes, seeming entirely different from conventional fighter jets.

With a soft hiss, the cockpit opened, and a moment later, a thick white garment was tossed over.

“Put this on immediately; we’re leaving now. Others, your mission is complete; retreat immediately.”

The pilot, peering out from the cockpit, was unidentifiable, clad in menacing tactical armor that radiated a chilling killing intent, showing no signs of resembling a pressure suit, as if it were a combat weapon designed for land warfare entirely.

The optical synthetic aperture imaging system and the Light Mirror Technique worked seamlessly to confirm the rendezvous point.

Lin Mo shut down the engine, utilizing the aerodynamic properties of the repulsion shield to glide quietly from a distance.