The Photon Hundred Percent
22.Sakichi The Guardian Of Arzuzile
April 9th, 2017
Bucharest, Romania.
Arzuzile dome, is an old multiarchitectural building with a medieval style, can be seen from the dome shape that is clearly influenced by the renaissance era. This historic building is located in the southeast of the city of Bucharest on the banks of the Dambovet river.
The building is used as a historical museum and the national library of Romania, but not many know that in the hidden part of the building, there is a futuristic basement, if calculated the extent of almost twice the football field, equipped with all kinds of facilities and sophisticated security systems, including its toughness in holding a nuclear bomb explosion, the, and this place is the headquarters of Calamity Seven.
It is called the headquarters, because it is in that place officially the members of Calamity Seven often gather in meetings to discuss their duties, although in fact, they are not as disciplined as that, they are, they are more often absent and not so compact when talking about teamwork.
That is natural, because they are basically selfish individuals that are difficult to collect at one table. No matter there is an important meeting in that place, you can be sure the table is always empty. No members came, except Jocelin Albert and a mysterious member named Sakichi.
It is not without reason why Sakichi is the only member who has never been absent from the meeting, because this mysterious strong person, was specifically assigned to guard the headquarters. That's where he lives and spends his time.
When considering how vital the existence of this headquarters is, because not only as a meeting room, but also a place to store all their confidential data and important documents. It was Sakichi who was responsible for preserving all of that.
He was a man from a far-off country in the east, where the sun had originally risen, his age was not known for certain, his temper was calm and cold, looking like a traditional Nippon knight, and he was a warrior, wearing a Hakama and a wooden terompah (Geta), as well as a katana that always accompanies him wherever he goes.
He hardly ever speaks in any meetings, none of the members dare to talk to him, he just shuts up and notices like a stranger who has never been involved at all, but speaking of strength, this wiksu-like quiet man is beyond doubt, which is the reason why he is the only person to be trusted with this special task.
This Sunday morning, Jocelin Albert appeared at Arzuzile Dome. This Boss Calamity Seven went straight into the meeting room, at the meeting table there were already three people sitting there waiting.
There was Bogdon the spokesperson and moderator, and there was also Hopkin the tactical analysis, both of whom were the main staff of the organization, although they were not core members of Calamity Seven, but their participation in the organization is no less important, they are always needed in meetings, and the last person to be seen is just a moment of silence in the farthest seat, he said, of course none other than Sakichi, the number three in the membership.
"Sorry to interrupt your time on this holiday" Jocelin said.
"The people of the United Nation are so noisy, sir, they never stopped babbling all morning" Bogdon lamented.
"We leave that aside, let me talk to them. Well to shorten the time, just be direct, is there any recent developments about Rimedel?" Jocelin looked at Hopkin, the genius who was very difficult to escape from his sophisticated computer device.
"I've tried to check it out, we have a little clue, based on Rimedel's GPS chip, this is it ...." Hopkin immediately displayed a lighted map on each panel of the meeting table that apparently served as a monitor.
"This is Venezuela, the main headquarters of the Kronikel party!" jocelin.
"Right, this is Venezuela sir, based on Rimedel's GPS beam, this is where he was last tracked."
"Why do you think Vileron took Rimedel there?"
"It's almost hard to understand why, but we know that Venezuela has been in political conflict lately, I think the reason may be EOD* (short for Eye Of Darkness) with this Kronikel rebel army, maybe Rimedel was held there, or it could be that Vileron just stopped for a while at the military base, before he realized the chip's whereabouts, he said, then deactivated." Bright Hopkin.
"Indeed, so far, we can't be sure if Rimedel is really there or not, given that Vileron is a calculating person, it seems impossible, he'll leave Rimedel in such a flashy place, let alone he's already aware of the GPS chip."
"Yes, sir, this is what worries me a little, when he realizes the chip's existence, they can use it to get back to knowing where our base is."
"Oh, don't be afraid of that, Hopkin, because Vileron and his people have to think twice to dare to appear here." Jocelin then glanced at Sakichi's figure who looked like a sleeping person, leaning casually on his chair, while hugging the katana with his eyes closed.
"Ah, I almost forgot, there's Mr. Sakichi here." Hopkin said a little calmly.
"Well, I think I should go to Venezuela to make sure of myself." Jocelin glanced at Bogdon.
"Good! I'll arrange your meeting with President Juan Rodhes" Bogdon said.
"Ok friend, thank you, hope there is hope" Jocelin concluded, but before he got up from his seat.
"Albert-kun!"
Jocelin again glanced at Sakichi who suddenly called out to her. Something unusual, considering that Sakichi has been famous as a word-saving man.
"Sakichi-san!" jocelin Reply.
"I haven't congratulated you on your wedding, and why don't we just celebrate your good day for a minute."
"Oh my God! Sakichi-San, I'm really sorry, I almost forgot that I once promised to accompany you to play Shogi."
"You're deliberately avoiding, aren't you? Because you always lose."
"What's? Nah! That's not true at all, don't underestimate me Sakichi-san. Okay, okay, all right, once Rimedel's business is done, we'll fight until the afternoon here."
"Well, I think, I need to prepare the best tea I have," said Sakichi, now he is the one who stood up from his seat and preceded Jocelin to leave the meeting room. He unnaturally walked through the wall, giving everyone the creeps.
***
At least, in the last two years, the political and security situation in Venezuela is really not conducive, this country is like having two presidents in power in different governments.
This political conflict is characterized by the results of elections that are considered full of conspiracy. De facto challenger Leonard Mongulo was the winner of the election, but a high-level court appeal hearing filed by incumbent Juan Rhodes won Juan Rhodes as de jure president. As a result, he was re-elected to continue his government relay.
Actually United Nation has many times been a mediator of this tension, but has not yet met a bright spot, the conflict is getting tapered, because Mongulo actually feels the United Nation is a bit biased, because Mongulo actually feels the United Nation is a bit biased, he who was fully supported by the socialist party Kronikel even more fiery determination, gathering all the power to coup Rhodes, and here is the possibility if the Eye Of Darkness has used his hands, to play in the murky water.
Juan Rhodes, indeed a disheveled and somewhat hypocritical man perhaps, may have a point in the society's conjecture that he was doing dirty ways to return to power, he said, it was seen from his unfriendly gait when talking about his chaotic reign with a man in a neat black suit with a face covered in a Penguin mask this morning. In his mansion filled with special forces.
The Penguin masked man said, "If I were in your position, I would choose to retreat instead of constantly sacrificing innocent people."
"You people of the United Nation don't know anything, don't be pretentious to interfere in people's kitchen affairs at will, let alone bother sending Calamity Seven here."
"That's your internal business, it has nothing to do with me."
"Of course there is, since your political opponent has teamed up with the Eye of Darkness to get rid of you, in which case by chance our enemy is the same, that's the connection."
President Juan Rodhes was silent.
"But you don't have to worry about the rebel forces anymore, because their leader, the most wanted man in the country, Leonard Mongulo. I found it."
"What do you mean?"
"About an hour ago, I had just finished destroying their headquarters on the Caribbean peninsula, indeed I was a little disappointed that my colleague whom I was looking for was not there, but of course I don't want to go home empty-handed."
"You attacked their base?"
"Well, with great force, at least I got the information where Mongulo's hideout is, after just talking to me for a while, maybe soon he'll be back in the country. Perhaps, this is the solution from Mister President, it seems that you two, should sit down together to enjoy coffee, talk about the future of your wounded country, from heart to heart as old friends. But, if you've spoken to four eyes, and still no one wants to budge, I suggest you kill each other." The Penguin masked man put a gun on the table, before he passed.
***
A few hours ago.
The eastern region of Venezuela, which is the base of Mongulo's supporters, is a poor region that is destitute, social inequality, and high crime rates make the eastern region like hell, he said, this injustice was also one of the triggers for the rebels to want to overthrow the Rhodes regime that has been in power for almost half a decade.
De Coche Island, on the Caribbean sea peninsula, is the military base of the Kronikel Socialist Party which is home to the Mongulo loyalist rebel army, which is also assisted by mercenaries, dominated by illegal immigrants from Cuba and Trinidad Tobago, a risky political contract.
The atmosphere of De Choce in the morning, noisy and molten, saw the cargo cars carrying the army enter through a high concrete fence with a circle of barbed wire, then when the cars stopped, the police said, some separatist soldiers snapped like horse racing to bring down dozens of people with bound bodies.
Apparently, the battered and bound people are the loyal Venezuelan National Army of the country under the leadership of President Juan Rhodes, the official President of Venezuela, looks like they were kidnapped from their reconnaissance outposts on the Caribbean peninsula.
Unlike cows, after being forced off the truck, they are immediately led to a detention camp, where they will be given time to decide on two difficult options, join Mongulo or be executed.
As they were busy organizing the prisoners of war, suddenly, the ground level in the military district shook violently, followed by a loud bang like a sling, the sound came a bit late than it should have been, because something that fell from the sky was like lightning speed intervening the speed of sonic (sound), because, instantly also the shock wave of the impact made the Kronikel troops crashed into the cross-section of the hut.
The loud bang puffed up thick dust as tall as a coconut tree, then faintly behind the dust was a stinging black silhouette. Then it became clear that the figure was wearing a black suit, black gloves, and Penguin mask that smirked haunted, it was unmistakable, he was The Flying Penguin of Calamity Seven.
The sound of sirens immediately roared calling for reinforcements, as soon as all corners of the place immediately stormed with the clattering of army shoes. Ready to be unprepared, they quickly cocked weapons, besieging the source of the melee.
The Flying Penguin, already within perfect firing range when hundreds of machine guns were aiming at him, but he was undaunted by the slightest bit and even deliberately waited for more soldiers to arrive. The Flying Penguin said loudly, "Where is Vileron? Get him in front of me, Soldier!"
A sentence of jemawa-pitched challenge, the result of which is immediately reciprocated by the rain of hot projectiles, wasted bouncy shells scattered, noisy gunpowder deafening, but the more ammunition wasted the more they fall out mentally, too, seeing what they shot was still standing. Let alone injuring, scraping his body no, the bullets were like cigarette butts just falling neatly coiled under the feet of the Flying Penguin.
Not magic is not also immune to black magic, Flying Penguin also does not wear armor as hard as diamonds, but only the reason simple physics that causes thousands of bullets to lose their motion energy, he said, when touching the body of the Flying Penguin.
That's Photon Mechanism, Photon is a voracious particle that will consume (absorb) any energy, including kinetic energy, bullets that darting it would carry the energy of the synthetic, the energy, which in the end the energy was sucked out when it came into contact with the body of the Flying Penguin, for that special reason as well, it could be said that this Penguin masked person would not be possible and could never be harmed by any model weapon.
Seeing that their firearms were not working, one of the soldiers suddenly fired a tank-destroying bazooka, but the rocket-like pointed bazooka warhead was captured, then kneaded like rotten fruits, without any explosion.
The rocket bullets that were crushed were the end of all their despair, no one told them to stop shooting, the soldiers decided to stop themselves, cold sweat moistened in the berets of the head, spit swallowed was too twisted, never if they faced an enemy as abstruse as this on the battlefield.
"Well, are you done? Maybe now, it's my turn!" Said the Flying Penguin, he looked very fresh after bathing********** earlier.
His right foot immediately lifted, straight as high as it was to the sky, it was enough for him to concentrate his energy on the soles of the feet, then with a powerful swing, the foot was thrust wholeheartedly against the earth, at first there was nothing to hear, silent and silent, everyone looked at each other, but about two suction cigars then came the sound of the roar of ancient reptiles that squealed like smothered in the underground. Everyone was tense hearing that horrible voice.
"Soldiers, you only have ten minutes, save yourself, for this island, will soon sink to the bottom of the ocean," said the Flying Penguin.
Everyone was dumbfounded, with faces full of question marks. They don't understand what those words mean?
Apparently, the stomping of his feet had sent an energy signal injected into the core of the earth, to stimulate seismic motion on the tectonic plate, that was apparently the origin of the sound of the roar of the dinosaur earlier, so, the cavities of the ground far down there must have been clashing with each other, as a result of the land began to tremble, small cracks began to bloom on the surface, electric poles, coconut shells, water tank towers, suddenly dugong, and so on, likewise with the roofs of the buildings, all the frail lookout towers creaked, then slowly leaned.
Like seeing the threat of doomsday before their eyes, then they run around the alley, the fog is not necessarily direction, there are no more opponents and friends, they fight each other for cars, and they fight for each other, including the prisoners of war who are now participating in betting their lives get a ride to the nearest port that can be reached, at that time the nature of human nature is displayed, the nature of which is only selfish each.
The Flying Penguin he remained calm, as if indifferent to all the mess he was making, when the people were busy saving themselves, he immediately moved, a blink of an eye, as he looked, checking into every room in the headquarters that soon lived a memory, but unfortunately because his partner named Rimedel was not there.
Even so, there are at least some important data and facts that can still be obtained from the search, including the hiding place of Leonard Mongulo, apparently the leader of the opposition party is talking in neighboring Mexico.
While the earth still continued to shake, currently barely reaching the estimated ten minute time limit, some of the people who had reached the ships at the docks were only power agape at the loss of land.
A hectare after a hectare of land collapsed leaving gaping holes, then sea water soon spread to fill the holes. Until no more land, all quickly changed with the sea.
That historic morning, the island of De Coche was completely wiped off the map of the world, now all that remains is the debris of a building floating as wide as the observation, over a turbulent ocean.
Of course, the collapse of the land mass as large as the island will make the water table becomes unstable, the consequences are certain. In a few minutes, the sea will soon spew its weight, rolling up the nearest landmass.
Tsunami, yes that is the real disaster that will happen, but before the scary event materializes, still in the middle of the ocean, more precisely on a floating door leaf, The flying penguin was standing quietly on top of it.
He immediately bent his legs, almost squatting, then one hand was attached to the surface of the water, then the angry turbulent sea was suddenly tame.
The new ocean will prepare to sweep the land, suddenly losing its energy, until it barely moves. The wave energy at sea level has been sucked entirely into the palm of the flying Penguin, with all his calculations on cause and effect, he who just obliterated the island, certainly did not want a tsunami in that morning.
***
