Chapter 25: Journey to Neon

Clang~~
The rusted iron gate, which had been corroded for years, was smashed open by the rifle butt of a federal soldier. Masao Daichi instinctively stretched out his arm to block in front of him and said, a bit flustered, "What are you going to do?"
“Fuck!” A soldier with a bushy beard impatiently struck Da Zhi's soft abdomen with the butt of his gun. The heavy blow contorted the young man's facial muscles into a grimace, his body curling up like a boiled shrimp, before he was dragged out the door by two grim-faced soldiers as if he were a piece of trash.
“Is this the kid?” A soldier sitting in a blue Jeep parked outside poked his head out of the window, wearing sunglasses and chewing on a cigar, as he looked at the groaning and suffering Da Zhi, frowning and asking.
Da Zhi was thrown into the back seat by Da Li, feeling dazed when he heard Da Bing's sneering voice beside him: "It's this damn monkey!"
“Fuck those neon monkeys!” The driver pinched a cigar between his thumb and index finger, angrily puffing out smoke rings. He pounded his right hand on the steering wheel with such force that the whole car shook, cursing, “I already gave orders to this bunch of monkeys yesterday morning, and they still left this idiot here! Because of this damn guy, we're all going to military court!”
Listening to the driver's angry curses, Asou Daichi, with his still relatively clear mind, forcefully suppressed the pain in his abdomen and said in English, "My father is Asou Tsukasa! My uncle is a lieutenant in the Yokosuka Maritime Self-Defense Force! You can't do this..."
Bang!!!
"Shut up!"
Before he could finish speaking, Aso Daichi received a heavy punch to the left side of his face. The car door slammed shut, and two soldiers sat in the back seat, holding him up like a detained suspect. The off-road jeep's engine roared like a beast, and the vehicle drove away, taking the four of them from the scene.
```htmlAs the bearded soldier sitting on the left forced the rest of Dazhi's words and bloodied teeth back down his throat with his fist, he sneered and threatened, "Even if your father is the Prime Minister of Neon and standing here, he can't stop me from shoving the barrel of my gun into your ass and letting the bullets scramble around in your belly, you got that?"```
Da Zhi's swollen cheeks were puffed up like a balloon, and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. Listening to the threats from the soldier, he nodded in confusion and fear.
“F**k!” The bearded man was still angry, but the inside of the car was a bit cramped, making it difficult to throw punches or kicks. He could only turn his gaze outside, coldly watching the white cruise ship slowly enter the port.
```htmlThe driver noticed their presence in the rearview mirror and said lightly, "These are the ships of those bigwigs!"
"I really don’t know what they are doing here," the bearded man frowned, his beard twitching. He wondered, "Could it be that they are here to negotiate with Xia Country? Then why are they going through Yokosuka Port? Or is it that war is about to break out?"```
“Who knows?” the driver said leisurely, “That's not our business!”
“Is that the reason I'm being taken away?” A hesitant voice, as if chewing on a piece of stone, echoed in the cabin; it was the question asked by Da Zhi after he had given up.
“You guessed it right! So you can shut the hell up now!” Sitting to the right of Aso Daichi, the soldier with a gloomy face fiercely swung out a fist, making the swollen bump on Daichi's face symmetrical.
Pitiful Aso Daichi completely fainted.
…………
The cruise ship slowly approached the dock, and several people who had long been waiting on the dock endured the dazzling sunlight and the salty sea breeze, like wooden piles nailed to the ground. The Oriental-faced soldiers were full of enthusiasm and excitement as they watched the important figures disembark from the cruise ship, while the Western-faced soldiers and generals remained expressionless, even jokingly discussing which of the local establishments had the best neon girls.
The cruise ship docked, and the electric escalator slowly extended. Two pairs of soldiers dressed in black gear descended the escalator first, forming two columns as a human wall.
It was finally time to welcome the important figure!
“Hey! Nord Alst! Long time no see!” An elderly man with white hair but a ruddy complexion strode forward, giving Nord, who had just stepped down from the long ladder, a bear hug.
```html“Long time no see, McKen!” Nord patted the old man on the back, his tone filled with nostalgia as he said, “I didn’t expect this old geezer to still be standing!”
“Haha! The girls here are so beautiful, God told me to try a few more for Him!” McKen laughed heartily, not caring at all what God thought.```
“You really are the same old rogue!” Nord let go of his hand and sighed, saying, “Even if you’re wearing floral shorts to the beach now, it wouldn’t seem out of place.”
“Unfortunately, I know you didn’t come here just to hit the beach and check out bikinis.” The old man's face showed a look of regret as he sighed. His originally light-hearted and friendly gaze shifted instantly, becoming sharp enough to seem like it could see into the depths of a person's soul: “So, what major issue could possibly compel the president and Congress to issue an order instructing me to spare no effort in fully cooperating with Mr. Nord’s actions?”
“This matter is very difficult...” Nord said with a grave expression, “I need you to help me kill someone!”
“Kill someone?” McKen squinted his eyes, a bit puzzled, “What kind of person is worth such a grand undertaking? The Prime Minister of Neon? Although he's a bit unruly, he's our dog after all, and even if we wanted to kill him, it would just be a matter of handing him a noose…”
McKen's old body trembled slightly, astonished as he said, "Don't tell me the target is Xiaguo..."
"Impossible! Unless the Congress is controlled by aliens, there's no way such a thing could happen!" Nord impatiently waved his hand, interrupting McKen's speculation.
McKen furrowed his brows and asked, "Who exactly is it?"
Nord paused for a moment, and suddenly a rhythmic knocking sound of a wooden fish came from behind him. Hearing this sound, Nord couldn't help but give a tired sigh, shifting his body slightly to allow McKen to see the scene behind him, pointing to the two people approaching, he said:
“The person we want to kill—is him!”
McKen was genuinely surprised this time, no longer pretending as he did in front of Nord.
McKen stroked his beard and asked, “Are you talking about that guy in the helmet? Or the Eastern man following behind him, bashing heads?”
“The one wearing the helmet is Altai Helz... Yes, it's the Altai Helz you're thinking of.” Nord said with a hint of pity, meeting the astonished gaze of McKen, nodding slightly, and continuing, “So it's clear that the person we want to kill is the latter—the lunatic who hits people with a spoon!”
“Is he one of the things from Zone 001?” McKenna asked sharply, immediately connecting the dots in this bizarre incident.
Nord sighed again and replied regretfully, “Not anymore.”
“You can't kill him? Why?” McKenna asked, puzzled. “He looks so soft and delicate, not at all like the invulnerable monsters in the movies!”
“If he were really one of those dumb, missile-resistant monsters from the screen, that would be great!” Nord couldn't help but taunt.
“The missile doesn't work on him?” The old man was skeptical: “One 87-type is enough to blow him to bits!”
“It's useless!” Nord shook his head in resignation and said, “If you don't believe me, go ahead and try.”
McKenna smiled kindly and then took his gun from his waist. Just as he was about to shoot the strangely behaving Oriental man, he was stopped by Nord, who pressed down on his arm.
“What? Are you trying to deceive me?” McKenna said with a blank expression.
“No, I'm afraid you'll blow Alty's head off!”
“Don't you remember that my shooting score is the best in the company?”
“I remember very clearly, but your shooting skills have nothing to do with whether you can blow Alty's forehead off. Trust me, you can very well put the gun barrel against his forehead and shoot!” Nord said sincerely to McKen.
MacKen was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly, shrugging off Nord's arm and opening his arms to embrace the helmeted Altai.
“Hey, Mr. Altai, long time no see!”
Altai's face hid behind a black mask, and it's unclear what expression he wore when he saw the unfamiliar stranger, McKen, shouting 'Long time no see' and walking towards him. But McKen wasn't afraid of the awkwardness and embraced Altai's hunched figure with familiarity.
He wore a friendly smile and locked eyes with the Oriental man who had run out from Zone 001 behind Altai, meanwhile pressing the handgun against his forehead.
The Oriental man seemed unaware of the murderous intent radiating from McKen and instead, smiled lightly at him.
McKen laughed even brighter, and the next second pulled the trigger in response to the Oriental's smile.
Snap!
McKen's smile froze, but he continued to pull the trigger,
click click click~~~~~
Then McKen paused for a moment, lifted the gun, and aimed it at the sky, pulling the trigger for the seventh, eighth, and ninth time,
Bang, bang, bang~~~~~
A series of bullets fired out, accompanied by a faint smell of gunpowder smoke……
“Tsk~~” McKen's smile gradually faded, as he released his bear hug on Altai and lowered his gun, formally introducing himself to the Oriental man with the elegance of an old gentleman: “Dear guest, hello, my name is McKen Lewis!”
“Hello, I’m called Lin Yi!” The Eastern person grinned, politely responding to McKen, while simultaneously tapping the hard helmet of Altai with the spoon in his hand for the seventy-eight thousand six hundred and ninety-third time.
```htmlBang~~~