Murakami Kazuwa, a captain and intelligence officer for the Japanese Army, was ordered to investigate a targeted base. The site was a scene of utter devastation; smoke still hung in the air, thick with a pungent, acrid stench. Murakami Yamato, his expression grim, scanned the ruins with alert eyes, searching for any telltale sign. His gaze settled on several corpses of Japanese soldiers. As he crouched to examine them closely, he noticed something unusual about the bolts embedded in their bodies. The skin surrounding the wounds of the fallen imperial warriors had turned a peculiar, eerie powder-blue. A chill ran down Murakami Kazuwa’s spine, and a sense of impending doom washed over him. He quickly pulled a pair of gloves from his kit, donned them with care, and cautiously extracted a bolt from a body. After wrapping it in a clean cloth, he placed it into an evidence bag.
Just then, Yamashita Tengya, the officer in charge of searching the surrounding area, hurried over. Holding several shell casings, he called out, "Murakami-kun, I’ve found some unusual casings here. It looks like the attackers used submachine guns." Murakami Yamato’s eyes lit up. He took the casings, examined them closely, and said, "These are definitely crucial clues. Let’s get them back to the Intelligence Department immediately."
Upon their return to the Japanese Intelligence Department, Yamamoto Ichiro, the officer responsible for ballistics, looked on with eyes that were weary yet focused. His brow wa…
Chapter 193