Chapter 5 revised time

At 1:50, the chairman of the unified staff issued a martial law order to the National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Department. The order was short and clear, "A missile with a nuclear warhead from country Z will descend on Tokyo at 2:15 p.m. due to a mistaken launch. At least two of the five are about to explode, each with a five-megaton class. The police department and police The Ministry of National Defense must cooperate with the Ministry of Defense to jointly maintain social order before the missiles come." The order was issued directly by the chairman of the unified staff over the phone.

"Please say it again!" The deafening roar of the director of the Metropolitan Police Department came from the phone. "There is no time. In short, in thirty minutes, Tokyo will have to withstand an explosion of at least ten megatons of explosives. You must immediately dispatch all publicity vehicles to inform the citizens of the Tokyo area. At major traffic intersections, dispatch all Police to prevent riots. Mobile teams should be equipped with weapons, and if necessary, they can use force against mobs, or even kill them on the spot. Radio and TV broadcasts will be carried out in three minutes. It's over."

"Hey, hello..." At first, the director thought that someone was playing tricks, but after thinking about it, it was clearly the familiar voice of the chairman of the unified staff, and the call was a direct line that could only be used in emergencies, and there was absolutely no possibility of anyone else intervening. The chairman of the unified staff issued the same order to the Metropolitan Police Department.He hung up the phone, and immediately picked up the broadcast script drafted by his subordinates and read it quickly. "It's badly written, but there's no time to revise it," said the speaker hastily. "Get me through all the stations."

The Speaker read the scripted broadcast script: "I would like to inform the citizens of the Tokyo area and the whole country. A five-megaton missile with a nuclear warhead accidentally launched from the country Z of the Pacific Freedom Treaty Organization will explode in the Tokyo area at 2:15 p.m. The government sincerely hopes that all citizens will Show the utmost self-control and composure. The army and police will effectively maintain social order and there will be no riots. Citizens in the Tokyo area who can go home within 20 minutes, please go home as soon as possible and share with your loved ones. Let's meet the final moment."

It was already half past one.When the duty officer of the official radio station sent the key points of the record to the head of the news department, he was shaking like he was sifting chaff.The director looked over the contents of the record and was shocked. "Where did the head of the organization go?" asked the director.But all the people in the room stood aside like zombies, terrified and at a loss. "Organization Director, Organization Director!" The director stumbled into the corridor, shouting loudly. If the official broadcast program is not approved by the director of the organization, the news content cannot be changed at will.The director of the organization was actually having lunch at a western restaurant in the park behind the radio station.

A staff member who finally regained his composure remembered this and immediately picked up the phone. "What's the matter?" The director's impatient voice came from the phone. "Director, something serious happened!" "Is there something wrong with the broadcast?" "That's good. I just received a call from the chairman of the unified staff, saying that Tokyo will explode in 30 minutes, and the news must be broadcast immediately. Please come back immediately!" The head of the organization seemed to have been hit in the head, and made a dreamy voice.

"Where did the director go?" "The director is on his way to Kyushu." "Okay... I'll be right back." The chief returned to the station two minutes later.Such a speed was unimaginable to the director in the past.He has always been used to holding a cigarette in his mouth, putting his hands in his pockets, and pretending to be a leisurely big man.But at this moment, with a pale complexion and bruised forehead, he rushed in nervously from outside.He looked like a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes suddenly turned into a ragged tramp. "How many minutes?"

As soon as he entered the door, the chief shouted impatiently. "Only the last twenty-one minutes left." "Stop all other broadcasts, and the announcer immediately enters the studio." He thought for a moment, and then added, "After the broadcast is over, everyone flee for their lives!" In fact, even if the director hadn't said this, the radio station would have already been in chaos.The tragic atmosphere of the doomsday enveloped the entire building. At this time, the phone rang again.A staff member who was about to escape put a microphone on his sweaty face.

"Is it the Defense Agency, what?...The time has been extended?" he cried frantically. "...What? Is it a calculation error by the U.S. military?...Does it still have to come! Fifty-four minutes longer than the original?...Well, that means there are still seventy-five minutes left." Without waiting for the staff to report, the director of the organization has already understood it.He yelled again: "Ah, postponement! There should be another seventy-five minutes. Then, the radio broadcast should also be changed." "Director, should we confirm the news just now?"

The Director of Information suggested cautiously. "Hmm." The chief thought for a while. "Please call the Defense Agency immediately to inquire. Also call the Metropolitan Police Department." The staff quickly dialed the dial of the telephone. "Phone busy." "Is there only this one telephone? You can make calls to the special direct line at night and the director's mansion, so hurry up!" the director shouted angrily. Four or five staff members threw themselves on the table and searched the thick telephone directory together.But the more flustered I was, the more I couldn't find the phone number I needed.

The chief paced back and forth restlessly.He thought that if things were really as they said on the phone, delaying the explosion would help him regain his composure. At this time, the door was opened and the announcer ran in. "Director, the civilian radio station has started broadcasting temporary news." "what?!" The director widened his eyes and went straight to the studio.From inside came the sound of a folk radio broadcast. "Now broadcast temporary news. According to the announcement of the Chairman of the Defense Agency's unified staff, five missiles accidentally fired from the country Z of the Pacific Freedom Treaty Organization will descend on Tokyo. The Self-Defense Forces and the US military stationed in Japan are preparing for a joint attack. However, it will be difficult to shoot them all down midway. The possibility remains that one or two missed missiles will land in Tokyo. The missiles are equipped with five-megaton nuclear warheads. The southern Kanto area centered on Tokyo is in danger of being completely destroyed...According to the announcement by the authorities, the expected arrival time of the missiles is 15:09 today, which is 3:09 pm. Regarding this extremely serious incident, our country Both the Prime Minister and the President of the United States have issued their respective proclamations. Due to time constraints, this station will no longer read them. Please follow the instructions of the authorities and persevere until the last second with the spirit of perseverance and fearlessness... ...and now to rebroadcast the occasional news..." The announcer was probably in such a state of despair at this moment that he couldn't even speak clearly.This phenomenon is especially evident in television. The announcer of the folk TV station who is always personable, chic and calm on weekdays now appears on the TV screen like a ghost.His face was convulsed with tension, and the manuscript paper in his hand was shaking constantly. "Currently broadcasting temporary news..." "What's going on here?" the director of the official radio organization shouted angrily, "How fast are the private radio and TV stations! In this way, we have to scold the bureaucrats for others." However, the director forgot that what he was in was an out-and-out bureaucracy.Here, without his own permission, the radio program cannot be changed in the slightest.Clericalism controls the entire institution. The door of the studio was slammed open, and a staff member who had just checked the phone book broke in. "Director, the call is finally connected." "What are you panicking about, how's the situation?" The chief scolded in dissatisfaction. "The chairman of the unified staff answered the call himself. He said that the situation was indeed as stated in the call just now, and angrily asked us not to waste his time on the phone." "Okay." The chief finally made up his mind. "Start broadcasting." "How to write a broadcast script?" "Didn't you hear everything just now? Just follow the story. There is no time to write." The announcer stands in front of the microphone. "How much time is left?" "Seventy-one minutes." "The current standard time..." "One fifty-eight," "Okay, after the broadcast is over, let's run for our lives... Oh, wait a minute, there must be a piece of music after the broadcast," "Ah, the chairman of the unified staff said the same thing just now." The staff member who answered the phone blurted out. "Why don't you make it clear, bastard!" growled the chief. "Well, what music should I play? Calm or happy?" The music staff suggested jazz music. "Jazz music? It's nonsense! At the solemn moment of facing death, when the missiles from the Z country of the Pacific Freedom Treaty Organization are about to come, it is really unreasonable to broadcast the music of the United States headed by the treaty countries..." "So, what exactly is broadcast?" "Well, well, let's play the song 'Defend the Children', maybe there's no better song than that when people are facing death." There was a commotion outside the building, and the chief approached the window and poked his head out. The staff of the radio station rushed out of the door and rushed to various stations.The taxi was pulled over, and there was a fight to get a seat. All kinds of vehicles sped away like crazy, and pedestrians were knocked to the ground constantly. The director turned around, and besides the announcer, the only person in the room was the head of the news department.He smiled wryly. "After the temporary news was broadcast three times in a row, all evacuated... Sigh, if anyone can insist on staying here, go up to the roof, take photos of the last moments in Tokyo, and quickly broadcast the situation of the evacuation of the people, it will surely cause a sensation." "Of course. But..." "Okay, don't think about it." The director glanced at his watch, "Time is running out, and the rest of the staff should leave here immediately. Maybe they can survive by hiding in the subway or other basements." Their knowledge of nuclear weapons is really pitiful. Everything in a nuclear missile explosion will not have a second end other than complete destruction. The director thought that government officials had already hid in the basement of the US air force base. The whistling sound of the propeller of the plane came from outside the window, and three helicopters circled away at low altitude, followed by the sound of sirens one after another, one after another.Police cars, fire trucks and motorcycles took to the streets. On the loudspeaker of the police car, the emergency announcement from the Defense Agency was constantly playing. "All citizens, now read the emergency proclamation. Today at 3:09 pm..." At this time, the loudspeakers in the radio building blared "Defend the Children", and the director stood up: "The broadcast is over, we should run for our lives, how much time is left?" "Sixty-nine minutes," "My home is in Asagaya, so I can't run away with my family anymore. I didn't expect to end up where I am today...Hey, let's get a car." However, there is no car left in the radio station.