"Thanks, Oliver… and thanks for the gift!"
An entire crate of explosives—enough to level the entire Fuso Embassy.
Rian's mind was calculating like a quantum computer. In a fraction of a second, he mapped out exactly how to place each charge for maximum effect.
He locked Ambassador Nakamura's office door behind him, donned his holographic invisibility cloak, and slipped into another room where he installed the entire payload.
Minutes later, Rian exited the embassy. No one inside realized they were sitting on a massive powder keg.
As for the detonator? He left it attached to Nakamura's corpse. The moment someone touched him—boom.
Instead of heading home, Rian drove straight to the police station.
He had a detective qualification exam to take. Once he passed, he would officially enter the criminal investigations unit.
Captain Jonathan had already promised him a team leader position—meaning he could independently investigate major cases.
Naturally, Rian aced the test on the spot.
News spread quickly. Superintendent Eric, who had long tried to recruit Rian into his unit, immediately rushed to request him for his team.
But HQ had other plans: Rian was being assigned to the first team.
The Robbery-Homicide Division had four major squads. Two of them were elite units led by renowned detectives. The third team was weaker, and the fourth… was currently leaderless.
"Captain Eric," said the trainer, "this is about grooming him. Let him solve a few big cases first—then promote him to lead Team Four officially."
Eric left, green with envy.
At the Fuso Embassy, people began searching for Ambassador Nakamura. Knocks on his office door went unanswered.
They figured he was napping or not inside. But calls kept coming—important ones.
The deputy ambassador finally went to check. The door was locked, and the doorman confirmed Nakamura hadn't left.
Worried, they forced the door open—
—and there he was, lying flat on the floor, eerily still.
The deputy flipped him over to check for signs of life—and saw the bullet wound in his chest.
"Yaga! What's that crackling sound?"
As soon as he touched Nakamura's body…
BOOM.
A chain explosion erupted.
The entire Fuso Embassy was swallowed in fire within seconds.
Glass shattered and blew outward like a hailstorm.
Inside, flesh, bones, shattered office furniture, and twisted metal were all engulfed in a fireball.
Windows blew out.
Debris rained onto the street.
Nearby buildings had their windows shattered, cars were hit by flying fragments.
Kilometers away, at Detective HQ, everyone heard the sharp crack of the explosion.
"Holy crap—what blew up?!"
"It came from the northwest… that's nearly 10 km away!"
"Was it a tanker truck? Nothing else could explode like that…"
This was no ordinary bomb. The shockwave reached miles.
Back in Beverly Hills, Rian embraced the stunned Celestial Maiden as they heard the blast.
"Was that… the embassy?" she asked.
"My son works there!" screamed one woman.
"My daughter-in-law too!" yelled another.
"My whole family went there today!"
The Little Tokyo community—home to tens of thousands of Fuso citizens—rushed outside.
Everyone could see the embassy, still billowing smoke and flame in the distance.
People screamed. Many collapsed in tears, kneeling on the sidewalk.
The embassy had been built with reinforced concrete, but many bombs had been placed on load-bearing walls.
The fire, thousands of degrees hot, weakened the structure—cracks began to spider across the entire building.
Within one minute, the whole thing collapsed.
Those who had survived in underground parking or basements were now buried under tons of debris.
Locals who came out after the blast watched their embassy fall in real-time.
"Amaterasu! Have you abandoned your people?!"
"Why? Why did this happen to our embassy?!"
"Whoever did this must die!"
Fuso citizens exploded in rage.
"Los Angeles must give us answers!"
"We demand justice from the LAPD!"
"Fuso lives matter!"
Young Fuso men in Little Tokyo began shouting slogans in the streets.
In America, street protests are common. But for Fuso nationals, it was rare.
This time, the entire community erupted.
One by one, Fuso families spilled into the streets—first the youth, then their parents and elders.
They marched toward City Hall, chanting:
"Solve the case now!"
"The truth must come out!"
"Fuso lives matter too!"
The Western Division of LAPD had jurisdiction over Little Tokyo and Hollywood.
Now they were swamped.
First, they received word: Fuso Embassy bombed—completely destroyed.
Emergency units were dispatched—police, fire, rescue. Everyone.
Then came the second bombshell: Tens of thousands of Fuso nationals had taken to the streets.
"F***! Can't they wait to protest until after we save survivors?!"
Commander Grayson of the Western Division cursed loudly.
"Mobilize everyone. We don't have enough officers!"
They weren't wrong—if it was just the bombing, they had enough people.
But a protest of tens of thousands? That was another matter.
Rian's phone rang mid-kiss.
"Rian! Get your gear and come back in—NOW!"
"The Fuso Embassy is gone! It's all over the news!"
"And now they're protesting! Tens of thousands—if they storm City Hall, we're screwed!"
"We need riot control!"
Celestial Maiden pouted. She had just tasted the sweetness of love, and now she was being left alone.
"Guess I have to work…"
But Rian's eyes lit up.
"Tens of thousands of people? What a great opportunity to test the Blackwater Virus…"
"And if the protest turns violent—well, let's just say I've been waiting for this."
He grinned.
"Let's go!"
He drove his Hellcat straight to the precinct, where he joined other off-duty officers now called back in.
They were issued riot control gear: batons and pepper spray.
Guns weren't an option—too risky in a crowd.
Soon, they were deployed to the perimeter of Los Angeles City Hall.
There were three defense layers:
Inner Layer – heavily armed tactical units
Middle Layer – riot police with shields
Outer Layer – patrol officers from various divisions
Patrol officers like Rian were assigned the outermost defense line.
Within minutes, the massive crowd arrived.
At the front were the most radical young Fuso men, including…
Saburō Oda, a rising figure in the Black Dragon Society.
Saburō spotted Rian at the front line.
"Yaga! That's the guy who got the film! My uncle ordered me to kill him. And here he is, standing in front of me."
"Perfect. Kill him—and cover our tracks forever."
He whispered a few commands.
Suddenly, hundreds of Black Dragon thugs surged forward from the crowd.
The other protesters were stunned.
"Yaga! We were protesting—what are these kids doing?!"
The officers saw them coming.
"This isn't a protest—it's an attack!"
But Rian's eyes lit up with glee.
No hesitation.
He charged forward, baton in hand.
"Who the hell is that?!"
"Wait—it's Rian! Our hero!"
"He's charging in—follow him!"
All the junior officers rallied behind Rian, inspired by his boldness.
From the windows of City Hall, stunned council members and officials watched.
"That officer is fearless!"
"God bless him—we need to give him a promotion!"
"What a relief. We've got the bravest cops!"
Rian dove into the mob.
His baton, steel-core with a rubber outer shell, swung with incredible force.
"Ahhh! My arm!"
"My leg—it's broken!"
"My ribs—cracked!"
Each strike shattered bones. Thin ones collapsed on impact.
Rian was like a T-Rex charging through a flock of sheep.
Club, kick, slam—he was a storm of destruction.
When backup arrived, dozens of Black Dragon members were already writhing at his feet.
The officers were in awe—and charged in behind him, swinging their batons with confidence.
The war had begun.
Rian had turned the embassy bombing into a public riot… and a field test for the virus.
And he was just getting started.