Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

someday.

"You're not doing this right."

"Ah, something's wrong."

"Whirlwind is a magic card that destroys your opponent, so it cannot be negated, so Temptation of Darkness still activates. I draw two cards."

Children of a few years old are playing with Pharaoh with animation, just like primary school students tearing off name tags while watching "Running Man" and reciting the animation "Duel!". Don't worry about the outcome and how many sacrifices are needed to summon powerful monsters, at least they are shouting happily.

The child who was told that the tornado was wrong curled his lips and looked aggrieved; "But that's how it is in the animation..."

"There are rules written on the card name..." He said this, but the kid who was tempted by darkness also softened his heart. After all, it was just a game, and it would be bad if he drove away his fellow enthusiasts, because then no one would play cards with him in the future.

"As you say, I won't draw any cards, and you will succeed in launching it."

Looking at the happy children putting away the tornado cards and placing them in the graveyard area nearby, the child who knew the rules sighed.

Never mind. Anyway, I brought some animation cards with me. I'll use the animation effects to pull them out later. There will be a time for you to cry...

However, I still showed mercy to the kid and finally used the effect of a card to trick the kid into shaking hands with me in person. I shook hands painfully and watched the other person's eyes full of tears, and then I took him away with the monster. The feeling of victory was so good!

But the kid was pretty good at letting the other party win. At least even though the other party had tears in his eyes, he still wanted to continue playing cards with him. It was not easy. Teach him more next time. It will be very easy to get into the trap.

The child walked back happily humming a song, jumping and skipping back home, holding the entertainment card deck he had specially assembled in his hand.

When he was almost home, he saw his mother talking to another mother on the road near home, and the child was excitedly shouting "Mom".

The mother looked at him with a gentle smile on her face, and the child quickened his pace and ran towards his mother with an excited expression.

Then, it fell into darkness.

......

"Three thousand children are missing. This is a crime. This is an atrocity!"

The editor-in-chief's face flushed. He excitedly grabbed the information and slammed it on the table. "It's only been less than two days. Less than two days! This is world-class news!!"

Bai Guyi remained silent and did not take the manuscript he had written. Instead, he was thinking in his heart what the disappearance of three thousand children meant.

This is not a disaster like an earthquake caused by a monster. Three thousand people in three days is just a conservative estimate. If the mastermind behind this wants, he can steal all the children in Japan.

The whole of Japan, no, the world will be boiling with excitement, the whole country will be in uproar, and their newspapers will be sold out. Even if they cannot compete with those big newspapers, they will still make a fortune.

As a journalist, he was hesitant inside. He undoubtedly wanted to publish this news, so that his thirteenth pen name would become famous in the blink of an eye. He still had some confidence in his pen.

But the point is that once this document is released, the Tucker team and the government will definitely be inflamed. Not to mention the parents who have lost their children, the panic will cause society to lose order.

The power of this news is like a nuclear bomb. No matter who sees this news, they will not calm down. It is said that goblins will steal children, so if goblins from all over the UK, including India, are brought here to steal children, it will be almost the same.

All this happened in just two days. Bai Guyi could guarantee that his speed of action and investigation definitely surpassed that of the vast majority of his colleagues. He had not slept since the moment he made the discovery. He had not even had time to call his intelligence provider on the Tucker team. Instead, he visited and searched non-stop to find out the time of the incident and the scale involved. His manuscript was absolutely detailed and shocking.

And this scale is the whole of Japan, and this is just the number that can be found.

If it is sent out...Bai Gu Yiya has already reached out to take the prepared manuscript in his bag, but found that his hands are shaking.

"Send the manuscript to the printing house immediately and urge them to print as many copies as possible!" the editor-in-chief shouted like a gambler.

It can’t be hidden. It can’t be hidden.

They don't publish it, the government controls it, and as many people as want to publish it as they want. There are already related newspapers circulating on the market. No matter what era it is, reporters are very fast, and people will be even faster. These are people who are closely related to them. Soon, even if schools stop teaching, parents may not dare to send their children to school.

There are many volcanoes in Japan. Now a big volcano in Japan has erupted, and volcanic ash and black smoke will cover the whole of Japan.

Shiratani Ichiya took out the manuscript, his voice hoarse and low, even beyond his own expectations;

"hair."

I want my child.

This is how a number plate is raised.

At the same time, more than a dozen number plates were raised in the same way.

Blue clothes, black clothes, green clothes, white clothes, pink clothes...shoulder to shoulder, step by step, silent silence and surging anger, it was different from any previous related activities, no loud commands, no neat political program, but under the silence, there was a completely different emotion from the past. They were not even young people, most of them were middle-aged people and women accounted for a very large number.

“A parade… This is the first time I’ve seen one.”

The mobile team held up the explosion-proof shield and spoke as if talking to themselves.

"I thought that in modern times, we wouldn't need to appear in such a scene... Fortunately, our predecessors had to fight against Molotov cocktails and baseball bats, while we are at least only fighting against ordinary citizens."

"It's different. It's different."

Another member of the mobile team shook his head and looked at the group of people who were walking forward step by step in front of them. They had no intention of retreating. Although they were not holding hands and showing a fearless attitude, there was no doubt that they were full of determination to walk to the end, to the door of the Prime Minister's residence.

“Let’s not talk about whether there are people who are dissatisfied with the current situation who have joined the demonstration. Maybe it was a civil war back then, and the country was divided into two factions. It’s different now. Everyone may lose their loved ones and children.” The man whispered, “We are facing an uprising that cannot be suppressed by resistance. We cannot throw tear gas or use force. We are fighting against the Japanese people.”

"Japanese...nationals?"

"The Prime Minister will step down, and I don't know how many officials will resign. The Tuckers may not have a good harvest, but these are probably not important..."

"This is not important. Even if it has nothing to do with us, it is very important right now, right?!"

The man murmured, "Yes, a big storm is coming, but we should be careful not to be trampled to death by the people in front of us."

Some people used loudspeakers to call on the marchers to remain calm, but despite the sound of the loudspeakers, the marchers still moved closer step by step.

"We want our baby!"

As the marching team approached, a woman holding a sign shouted through tears;

The marching team collided with the black team. Various colors mixed with black, and the team broke through the mobile team and even pushed down a few members of the mobile team and stepped on them as they rushed forward. Police cars and policemen intercepted the mobile team from behind and tried their best to dissuade them. Reporters who rushed to the scene held up cameras and captured the whole scene.

The marching team burst into shouts one after another, and the voices collided with each other, as if stirring up emotions. Perhaps they had joined this team for various reasons, but faced with the resistance of the police and the mobile squad, and faced with the emotions shrouded in the group, the sense of loss finally got out of control, and the crowd and order collided.

The telephones of the Metropolitan Police Department in many regions were busy due to calls. The halls were crowded with people. The news on TV stations were reported one after another. People who were watching Tokyo TV found that Tokyo TV station urgently interrupted the news and broadcast live the scene of the demonstrators attacking the Prime Minister's residence...

"The Tuckers are a bunch of losers, they can't protect anything, the government, give our children back!"

“Don’t the government know anything?”

"We want an explanation!"