Inside the armored car, the Old Witch's twisted face looked especially terrifying in the flickering emergency light.
"Retreat! I said retreat! Can't you idiots understand a word I'm saying?"
She gripped the car's radio, her shrill voice sharp enough to pierce eardrums.
"Your Excellency! We..."
Koji Sato's voice crackled over the radio, full of panic and helplessness.
"We're trapped! The roads ahead and behind us have been blown up! We can't move!"
"Then call in air support! Where are the Ground Self-Defense Forces' helicopters? Are they all dead? Tell them to blow those damned rioters to pieces!"
The Old Witch roared, spittle flying everywhere.
"We're... we're calling them! But... the signal... bzzzt... it's all static... we... bzzzt..."
A piercing burst of static came through the radio. Then it fell completely silent.
"Hello? Sato! Koji Sato! You useless piece of trash!"
The Old Witch hammered at the radio, but only cold silence answered her.
Dread seized her.
She jerked her head up and looked out the window.
Whoosh!
On the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, figures in black Combat Uniform rose silently, one after another, like ghosts.
Each held a weapon. Even from that distance, their cold gazes seemed to pierce the thick bulletproof glass and fix on her.
It was them!
Those lunatics from the Dragon Kingdom!
The Old Witch's heart sank.
"Heh, Old Witch, surprised to see us?"
Wild Chicken's cocky voice rang out again over Reverse Scale's encrypted channel.
He stood atop a building, facing the wind.
The wind had tangled his multicolored hair into a mess, but he didn't care. He thought it looked incredible.
Wild Chicken held up a futuristic silver briefcase with one hand and flashed his bedroom eyes at the camera.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to witness a miracle!"
"Let me show