World Government official designation No. 0007.
Codename: "Nuclear World."
This was the coastal area east of Japan, where Yokosuka Port's District One was located.
Because this was one of the Lighthouse Nation Navy's largest and best-equipped port bases in Japan,
Japan had designated it a military restricted zone, forbidding ordinary vessels from entering.
It was currently 3:21 a.m., July 3, 2002.
This naval base covered an area of roughly 2.3 million square meters.
With most personnel deep in sleep, it had long since become cold and quiet.
Only the intermittent chirping of insects still softly echoed beneath the star-filled sky, accompanied now and then by the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Even the sentries stationed throughout the base appeared lazy and casual.
When they stood guard, they really did nothing more than stand where they were.
After all, this was an era of peace. No one was on alert for anything.
"Whew, thank goodness I got the night shift. I don't want to pass out from the heat like West did. That'd be humiliating."
A cool sea breeze blew into his face.
Shamari, holding his newly issued M16A4 automatic rifle in both hands, broke into a happy smile on his dark face as he continued complaining about what had happened during the day.
He and the comrade in front of him were currently walking down a street in the residential district, carrying out their dull, boring patrol.
Honestly, it was pointless. Completely boring.
Shamari felt this kind of patrol was a total waste of time.
This was Japan. Who would dare trespass into a Lighthouse Nation military base?
Still, for the monthly salary of over two thousand dollars and all the various allowances, he could only obey orders.
When it was his turn, he put on the full