Past Life Extra 12: An Eye for an Eye
Tsukimi Shisui's promotion speed is very fast.
After all, on the battlefield, no one dislikes a knife that is both sharp and durable.
Moreover, it's obvious that this weapon can be bound to one's own side through mutual benefit.
Therefore, Knox's top management was not stingy in promoting Tsukimi Shisui.
As for whether the other party is Ghoul or a human.
Who cares?
They might have killed more people with their own hands than that Ghoul, Shisui.
As his status rose, and as someone who climbed the ranks based on his battlefield achievements, Shisui received more and more tasks.
Logically speaking, Shisui, busy with his own career, wouldn't have time to pay attention to his current location— Japan —in the short term.
However, it must be said that Japan's leadership is somewhat opportunistic and prone to bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Therefore, when the United States, which they were allied with, suffered a setback in the Eastern Front and lost a small oil field.
Knox didn't receive another US military force; instead, he faced Japan "sanctions."
Damn it!
Inside the tavern, Jackal slammed his glass down with a loud bang and began to curse.
"I really don't know what those Japan idiots are spouting nonsense about!"
"Damn it, they actually detained my entire ship's cargo!"
Instead of calming down as Tsukimi Shisui listened to his cursing, she added fuel to the fire with another remark.
"Maybe they just saw that your ship's cargo was valuable and made up an excuse to eat there."
Upon hearing this, the Jackal pondered for a moment.
His slightly dazed mind, clouded by alcohol, pondered what was inside the ship.
Handicrafts, jewelry, and some of the grain transported by them.
Losing this ship of goods not only means a direct loss of Knox's own cargo.
They also have to compensate others who pay them to transport their goods.
Incidentally, there's also a penalty for breach of contract.
"Grass!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and an undisguised murderous intent flashed in the Jackal's eyes.
Those who work in shipping are hardly benevolent people, let alone someone like Jackal, whose main job is smuggling.
Tsukimi Shisui keenly sensed the murderous intent.
He did not experience the same level of stress as he did when he was a child.
He knew it wasn't directed at him.
"So, should we apply to the higher-ups to do it ourselves?"
Jackals are responsible for managing cargo transportation and are not combat personnel. If they want to take action themselves, they naturally need to apply for permission first.
Taking a sip of wine, Shisui casually asked.
He appeared casual, but the excitement in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Because if it's a retaliatory strike against Japan, then it's within the permissible scope for him to use his position for personal gain by bombing the CCG.
He's a very vengeful guy.
He went abroad back then because he was under pressure from the CCG to capture him.
Although he had no affection for Japan, and even despised it.
But that doesn't mean he likes being kicked out.
Now that he has the opportunity to retaliate, he naturally has to give the other party a big gift.
Although the Jackal was slightly drunk, he could tell that the man wanted to get involved.
With a soft chuckle, the Jackal spoke.
"If I apply, I'll let you know."
After thinking for a moment, the Jackal added another sentence.
Thanks.
Shisui raised his blood-red cocktail and clinked it against Jackal's glass of vodka.
"We're all family, no need to be so polite."
Tsukimi Shisui is the most vengeful person.
He might not even care if others show him respect;
But if anyone dares to step on him even an inch, he'll hold a grudge for ten years and then seize the right opportunity to get revenge tenfold.
And in the organization "Knox," where he thrived, there were at least eight or ten people like him.
In other words, "vindictiveness" is not Knox's "style of doing things," but rather a rule ingrained in the bones of this group of people.
After all, they themselves had emerged from the smoke and fire of the Eastern Front.
In war-torn regions, leaving any room for hostile forces is tantamount to putting oneself in a position of being at the mercy of others.
But I digress. The current issue stems from the detention of Knox's cargo ship by Japan.
Six hours—from the news of the cargo ship's seizure reaching Knox, to them finalizing their retaliation plan, to the executors reaching the target location—only six hours passed.
Chiba Port in Tokyo Bay should be quiet at night.
Only the navigation lights on the shore flashed coldly in the darkness, and the distant whistles of cargo ships drifted by only once in a long while.
The cranes on the dock stood like silent giants, their mechanical arms dangling and motionless.
Until, "Bang!"
A deafening explosion shattered the tranquility of the entire bay in an instant.
The first area to be blasted was the medium-sized oil storage area on the west side of the dock.
Three time bombs were precisely planted at the oil pipeline connection point of oil storage tank No. 3.
At the moment of detonation, the metal pipes were blown away like pieces of paper, and the heavy oil in the tank, accompanied by flames, shot into the sky.
The orange-red pillar of fire shot up more than twenty meters high, illuminating half of the night sky.
The high temperature instantly ignited the adjacent tank number 4.
Next to it are the connected oil transfer trestles.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The continuous explosions sounded like a series of thunderclaps falling on the harbor.
Black oil gushed from the ruptured tank opening, flowing down the slope of the dock like a surging asphalt river.
Where the oil flowed, the guard post on the shore was instantly ignited.
The crisp sound of shattering glass mixed with the crackling of flames became the most jarring background noise at that moment.
Several dockworkers on the night shift had just run out of the duty room when they were overtaken by the surging oil flames.
Some people's trouser legs were stained with oil, and flames shot up along the fabric. Screams were intermittent amidst the explosions, and were quickly swallowed up.
Fueled by the sea breeze, the fire intensified, spreading not only to the dock's storage area but also to the cargo terminal on the shore.
The cardboard boxes and wooden planks piled on the platform all became flammable materials.
Where the flames licked, the shelves collapsed with a crash, and the mechanical parts and packaging materials inside crackled and popped.
The two forklifts parked nearby were also burned, their metal frames twisted.
It was just short of burning the car's fuel tank, causing another explosion.
Even worse, after the oil pipeline was burned and cracked, heavy oil seeped into the nearby shallows through the underground pipeline network.
A layer of black oil rose to the surface of the sea, and the fire drifted far away along the oil layer.
Several small fishing boats anchored on the shore were also engulfed in flames and quickly burned into fireballs floating on the sea.
The dock's fire suppression system had just been activated when the second wave of explosions overturned the water pumps.
The water pipe broke, and the jet of water not only failed to extinguish the oil fire, but also caused the oil splatter to travel even further.
Unsurprisingly, it also set fire to the office building next door.
The glass curtain wall shattered under the high temperature, and fragments fell like raindrops.
The documents, desks, and chairs inside the building were glowing red-hot, and thick black smoke billowed upwards, gathering into a dark cloud in the night sky.
Even the lights of Tokyo in the distance were blurred by the smoke.
Within half an hour, the entire medium-sized dock was engulfed in flames.
The explosions continued sporadically, and the black oil flowed like a venomous snake in the firelight.
The buildings on the shore were either burned down to their frames or blackened by oil.
The once orderly dock surface is now littered with broken pipes, twisted steel, and charred remains.
The air was thick with the smell of oil and burnt food, so pungent that it was impossible to get close.
The sea breeze carried the firelight and heat, and residents several kilometers away could see the red glow on the horizon and smell the strange odor in the air.
Knox's revenge was never a trivial matter.
What they wanted was to use this massive fire to tell everyone:
Anyone who dares to touch their things will pay a bloody price.