"...Issue a global red alert!"
Those final words suddenly became choppy, filled with electrical static. The signal had suffered severe interference.
But after he finished speaking, the signal on the other end of the line vanished.
"Hello, Mr. D'Amour, are you still there? What happened over there?"
"Can you hear me? This is the North American Air Defense Joint Command. I'm General Myers!"
A busy signal came from the other end. The call had been completely disconnected.
Setting the phone back on the table, the white-haired, gaunt-faced general in a suit frowned at the chief of staff beside him.
"This is the man you vouched for?"
Just as he was about to lose his temper, a soldier hurried over with a USB drive to report.
"Sir, this is the USB drive sent by Mr. D'Amour."
"Play it immediately."
A video on the USB drive was opened. A young man in a jacket appeared on the big screen, his eyes carrying a scrutinizing look.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a detective, but the things I investigate may be somewhat different from the mistresses, disputes, and gangs you have in mind."
"They often involve mysterious incidents that science cannot explain."
"By chance, I uncovered information about Hell. If you sort through and analyze news reports of various accidents yourselves, you'll discover that Hell is real!"
"And it's vast."
"Most importantly, part of Hell has come to the human world, and you may have the chance to fight those skinless humans from beyond death."
"After analyzing the strength of both sides, my estimate is that humanity's hope of victory is infinitely close to zero, because this is not a war for mortal bodies."
"So, if the government has any mysterious trump cards left, don't hesitate any longer."
"Otherwise, you—and that includes me and all