The next morning.
In the capital of Eastern Japan, the morning rush hour was in full swing.
Countless vehicles clogged the city's major roads, forming endless lines of traffic.
But at that moment, something strange happened.
Every traffic light in the city suddenly turned red, as though possessed!
East-west or north-south, every signal at every intersection glowed a glaring red!
"What the hell? What's going on?"
"Why are they all red?"
"Damn it! My navigation's stopped working too!"
All the drivers were stunned.
In that instant, the entire city's traffic system ground to a complete halt!
Countless vehicles were trapped on the roads, unable to move forward or back.
Piercing horns and curses echoed throughout the city.
The transportation department's phone lines were instantly overwhelmed.
Countless programmers and engineers were urgently summoned. They sweated over a mass of out-of-control code, utterly helpless.
To their horror, they discovered they couldn't access the system's backend at all!
It was as though an invisible ghost had taken complete control of the traffic system!
Meanwhile, Han Duoduo, the mastermind behind all this chaos, sat in the apartment watching the mayhem on her screen, doubled over with laughter.
"Hehe, this is fun. So much fun!"
"Let me show you what 'the art of the red light' really means!"
"This is only the beginning."
A mischievous gleam flashed in her eyes.
"Tomorrow, I'll cut the power and internet across your entire city. Then you'll learn what real despair feels like!"
While the capital of Eastern Japan descended into chaos over the sudden collapse of its traffic system.
At a remote, long-abandoned cargo terminal in Yokosuka Port.
A rusty-looking freighter slowly pulled up to the dock.
Its crane lowered an utterly unremarkable shipping container.
Once the container touched down, its side door opened, and Yue Xiaofei