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57.89% MHA: Horizon (Ope-Ope No Mi) / Chapter 219: CHAPTER 215(Black Market Raid)

บท 219: CHAPTER 215(Black Market Raid)

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CHAPTER START---

---300 Km -186mi- off the main coast, 7 PM...

On a small fleet of coast guard boats, multiple squads of heavily armed members of the Japanese coast guard and police force, ready for this mysterious raid that they've been brought to partake in.

None of them were told what's going on, and they don't know where they're going. They were simply ordered to be prepared and show up, ready to follow Horizon's lead.

Understandably this makes the men and women nervous, but such measures had to be taken to ensure the targets wouldn't be alerted by any spies or bugs they have within the system.

As the leading boat moves through the dark water Horizon is on his hoverboard, sitting as it floats in the air leading the way.

"They've already made contact?" Horizon asks, speaking to Hero Public Safety Commission Headquarters through his visor.

"Yes sir," the person responds. "Teams Endeavor, Crust, Edgeshot, and Yoroi Musha have already engaged the targets. All other teams much like yours are preparing to ambush the targets or quietly evacuating civilians."

"Any surprises?" Horizon asks.

"Sir?"

"Nomu, named villains, special weapons, anything?"

"None have been reported as of yet."

Horizon thinks for a moment, then looks into the distance, sensing a small landmass at the edge of his Room. "Well that's to be expected, anything special would be held here at their main entry point, which is why I'm here."

"Yes sir, I'll keep you updated on the status of the other teams."

"Thanks, radio silence unless necessary," Horizon hovers down to the main deck where a squad of officers are sitting with his team. "We're almost there, just a few more minutes," he says before taking out his phone and pathing into the live feed from the other raids.

Very few heroes actually had body cameras or any kind of recording equipment on them, but for this Horizon especially requested them. And since this was his operation most people didn't have much choice but to comply.

He sees through Nejire's camera that Ryukyu has begun the charge into their target, a large factory at their docks.

Hopping over to Mirko's camera he can barely notice anything as she's constantly moving about, too fast to ever give a clear picture.

He sees Setsuna's camera feed floating about a apartment building, 'so she's using her Quirk to more accurately send info back to her team before they raid the building, good move.'

And through Majestic's camera he sees Momo setting up her rifle across from the building as other Pro Heroes rush into the lobby.

That entire building was one massive storage facility in the heart of their city.

As he's checking on the other teams, the police officers, coast guard, and his team are anxiously awaiting his next order.

"So, is he always like this?" One of the police officers asks, looking over at Cellophane, Simon, and Mudman.

"What do you mean?" Cellophane asks.

"Super serious. I mean I appreciate it but, you guys are a lot more serious than most Pro Heroes, and definitely more than most students."

"Its hard not to be after our summer camp," Simon says. "Not to mention keeping up with that workaholic doesn't leave much time for anything else."

"Why doesn't he just sit down here on the boat?" One of the coast guard asks. "Kind of weird how he's always on the hoverboard."

"Maybe he gets seasick," a police officer suggests.

"Horizon just doesn't like being on the ocean," Cellophane says.

"Really? What, he can't swim?" a few members of the coast guard can't help but laugh at the idea.

"No he can swim," Mudman says. "Its just the saltwater corrodes his gears you know."

"Ahhh," the entire group immediately understands what he's saying.

"Didn't even think about that," one woman says. "Guess being a cyborg comes with a lot of downsides huh."

Cellophane does his best and barely contains his laughter, along with Mudman, while Simon just rolls his eyes.

"We're here," Horizon says through their earpieces as he descends.

"Where is 'here', exactly?" the captain asks.

"That," he points to a shadowy island only a few miles away. "It's one of the last remaining man-made islands from the last war. We used them to supply the navy blockade that held back the American fleets, this is one of the few that survived the war."

"And what are we doing with it?" the captain asks.

"The black market is a intricate system of suppliers and buyers, but they mostly run their contraband through a few families. This is a major hub for it. This island was a naval resupply point, and a underwater submarine refueling station."

"So a massive warehouse," the captain says.

"Its where they keep most of their product in Japan, and prep it for shipping with ships or submarines, but the subs head to America from here, the boats go into Europe."

"This sounds like a serious fight, should we call for more backup?"

"No, that's why we're here," Horizon says, and everyone listening in through the comms network felt a bit more at ease. "You won't be fighting, you're just here to make the arrests official.

These guys have a lot of manpower, and since this is a massive smuggling depot they have even more firepower and ammunition, effectively a endless supply. Plus who knows what else they have down there.

But when we take this place out and arrest them, the supply chain falls apart, a lot of buyer and suppliers lose their money. And similar organizations around the world will start hunting any bosses in Japan that we miss to get back their investments, they'll finish the job for us."

Everyone gets tense as they approach the shore, but Horizon stays relaxed, moving to hover ahead of the boats as he still sits on the board.

"We're beginning out strike," he alerts the switchboard at Commission HQ.

"Copy, proceed at will," they say in return.

"Slow the boats down, I need to give them a proper greeting..." Horizon says as he stands on the board, and the boat operators slow their pace to a crawl giving him some distance.

The island was now visible, small, only 3km -2mi- wide, surrounded by deep waters befitting its purpose for the war.

There was one mound of earth on it and a small patch of trees, but overall nothing suspicious, which is exactly what the criminals intended.

At the side of the mound of earth were the massive blast doors. Specially made to withstands nuclear attacks, as was this entire base. But the doors appears to be rusted shut, only in appearance.

This entire facility was heavily damaged and unstable, costing too much to repair and not providing much use after the war, thus abandoned. But its new residents were willing to repair it, while keeping the dilapidated façade.

"Alright, lets wake them up..."

---Hero Public Safety Commission Headquarters...

Sitting at the back of the massive communications room. Pantu is alone at a desk, flanked by two agents standing behind her.

Ahead of her is a long desk with 15 special agents, each monitoring a different team in this massive operation.

And ahead of them are rows upon rows of agents monitoring the actions of individual Pro Heroes on this raid and reporting in what they find.

"Horizon is about to start, bring me the feed from his raid on the main screens," Pantu says. Her voice wasn't raised, even in his room of seeming endless chatter and cross talking, and yet they heard her and did as told.

At the far side of the room the entire wall reveals itself to be three large screens. One showing the feed from Cellophane, the middle showing the feed from Horizon himself. And the final one from the leading Coast Guard officer who has overall command of the police and military forces on the raid.

"Alright, lets wake them up," Horizon's slightly mechanical voice quietly reaches their ears, causing most people to glance up from their monitors to see what's going on.

They see a calm ocean, and a seemingly innocent island.

And between the boats and the island Horizon is casually standing on his hoverboard.

Then he raises both his hands in a casual gesture, and says a single word while pointing one finger upward.

"Takt..."

Nothing happens for the first few seconds.

The the calm waters begin to ripple just ahead of him.

Then more ripples, another to his left, a third to his right.

Two more on either side.

And a silence befalls the previously chatter filled room as 5 massive submarines, nearly 200m -656ft- long and 17,000 tons each are ripped out of the water.

Pantu's face shows no reaction, but her finger is nervously tapping the desk. She recognizes the models, outdated relics from the last war, at least 150 years old.

Thankfully not nuclear, but still sights to behold as they're torn out of the water like paperweight playthings.

And with a wave of his hand Horizon casually tosses them into the air and toward the island.

A few people in the room flinch as the loud crash and sounds of metal collapsing under its own weight ring out as the submarines go rolling and smashing into each other.

As everyone is still stunned silent Pantu glances at the agents responsible for Hawks and Ryukyu's teams, the only Pro Heroes she controlled who knew how dangerous Horizon could be, and peeks at their monitors.

Seeing Hawks was dealing with a dozen gunmen holding fortified positions at his location, and Ryukyu was facing a similar problem.

All while she glances back up to see Horizon casually overlooking the island and the damage he caused, with seemingly just a wave of his hand.

"Focus on your tasks," Pantu's voice snaps everyone back to their senses and the room becomes filled with chatter once more.

---Back with Horizon...

He turns around on his hoverboard to see everyone staring at what he just did with wide eyes, then just speaks through the comms, "we'll go knock, be sure to take your time to account for everything you see. These guys rather die than get caught so leave the fighting to us, alright?"

"Yes sir," the police officers and coast guard repeat as one.

"Alright, Team Horizon, lets go..."

SHAMBLES!

END CHAPTER---


บท 220: CHAPTER 216(Black Market Raid Pt.2)

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CHAPTER START---

"What the hell is going on out there?!" A man in simple combat garbs screams as he rushes into the room, already holding a ball of pink flames in his right hand.

He enters the massive warehouse entrance to see dozens of men standing guard, either with their Quirks or rifles ready and aimed toward the massive blast doors leading outside the hideout.

"We don't know sir," one man says. "The alarms just went off and we rushed up here, but the door isn't opening."

Looking around the warehouse he sees only a few crates scattered about with men already behind them for cover.

All around him and on the stairs and railings hanging above are more men ready to kill any heroes or cops that dare enter this hideout.

This is their main shipping post toward the western hemisphere after all, they can't afford to lose the product here.

"Stall them for as long as we can, no prisoners, only trophies! Anyone that lives gets a nice bonus when this is over!" he sees them men get excited at the sound of that as he lowers his weapon, raising a hand to his ear.

"Sir?"

"Start loading everything onto the subs, fit as much as we can, we've been compromised."

"Sir, the subs are...gone."

"Gone?! What do you mean gone?!"

"They were pulled out of the water somehow, they're atop the island now. The underground docks were flooded when they got pulled away, we're trapped unless we can get the other boats outside."

"Then call for backup, we'll stall until they get here."

"They're currently under attack by Crust sir, along with most of our other bases."

"Fuck!" the man yells out, startling his men. "New plan men," he points to the door. "Kill everyone between us and their boats, we're taking their boats and anything we can fit on them then heading south until we're out of Japan's territory!"

He raises a hand to his earpiece, "did you get that?"

"Yes sir, we're loading up all the carriables now."

"Tch," the man recreates the pink fireball in his left hand, and holds a piston in his right. "Nearly 50 Million a year to keep our operations hidden and we still get raided by some fucking heroes...the boss isn't gonna like this."

The sound of metal creaking and stone breaking echoes out as the entire massive chamber begins rumbling.

"Did anyone get a look at who they sent?!" the man asks, and gets no response. "Doesn't matter, just kill them all and take the boats!"

"Yes boss!" they all yell at once.

A moment later and the massive blast doors are torn out of the structure, taking a piece of the roof with them as they get tossed out of vision off to the side.

Over 50m -165ft- long, 20m -65ft- tall, and 2m -6ft- thick of solid reinforced steel, torn away as if it were nothing.

The sound of metal clatter and the vibrations of it are felt through the room as dust from the broken structure obscures their view.

"Fire!" the boss commands, and into the dust and darkness thousands of bullets go flying.

The cacophony of gunfire echoes in on itself and is almost deafening, continuing for nearly twenty seconds before the man raises his hand, and the room goes silent once more.

The sound of empty magazines hitting the floor is all that they hear as everyone reloads, before a deep chuckle reaches them, something they never thought they'd hear again.

As if ripped from their nightmares.

Then it laughs.

"Hahaha," All Might's booming voice has them trembling in their boots. "Your weapons are meaningless in the face of justice you fiends. Why? Because I am here!"

Some of the men stumble back, nearly tripping as they mutter to themselves.

Others are already reliving the memories of their last encounter with the Symbol Of Peace.

And even more are dazed and confused, sweating profusely at the sound of his voice.

"But, he's retired, right?"

Dozens of similar questions are mutters, exactly as planned.

BRAINWASHING COMPLETE!

Two dozen men go catatonic, seemingly paralyzed by fear.

"Good work Simon," Horizon's says as he steps through the dust, out of the darkness and into the light.

Behind him, to his left, everyone recognized Cellophane, and on the other side are Simon and Mudman.

"Huh? But All Might..." the boss looks around confused.

Simon shrugs, "he's with us in spirit," he says in All Might's voice, and the pieces finally connect.

The man's eyebrows furrow, feeling like a fool he throws a pink fireball forward, "kill them!" he commands.

But only half his men fire.

Beams of energy, fire, electricity, and of course bullets all converge on the heroes.

"Curtain," Horizon says in a bored tone, raising his hand to erect a thin blue rectangular shield to defend them, and none of the heroes even flinch.

Seeing this the boss looks around, noticing half his men standing around being useless.

"Why aren't you firing?!" he screams, stopping his attack to cool down before using his Quirk again, the skin on his hand already drying out.

"Rrrargh! Fine, I'll kill them myself!" the man yells as he puts both his hands together to make a massive fireball, one that will envelop the entire shield and certainly hit them.

He raising both hands above his head and is about to combine the energy and swing down, when suddenly he loses balance.

"What the hell!" he yells out as he stumbles and falls backward, cancelling the attack. "Agh!"

He splashed backward into softened concrete, barely thicker than water and quickly begins sinking.

The sound of gunfire almost entirely stops as everyone on the ground floor experience this at once.

He cranes his neck to look at the heroes, only to see Mudman crouched down beside Horizon with both palms on the floor, softening a thin line of the floor before it travels under the shield and expands.

"That brat, I'll ki---" his efforts to push himself out of the ground are suddenly halted as it immediately hardens.

Only his shoulders and head are out of the floor, leaving the rest of him entire in the ground, completely helpless.

He looks around, pissed off, suddenly noticing most of his men are trapped just like him. Craning his neck he sees the men on the metal structure above them were safe, over half of them were stunned in place while the others were still shooting.

"Don't stop shooting!" the boss yells out, doubling down even in this desperate situation.

Horizon rolls his eyes beneath the visor, "Simon..."

"Sigh, alright," Simon, still speaking in All Might's voice points at one of the five remaining shooter on the upper level. "In the foot, shoot him!"

Most of the men simply ignore him, until the man he pointed at screams out, shot by the brainwashed ally nearby.

"What the hell?!" Another man yells out, halting his fire to check on his friend. "Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" this only adds to the confusion of the situation.

Simon points to the man who just started yelling next, "shoot him in the foot!"

"Argh!" the next man screams out, but the others quickly turn their guns on their brainwashed allies, catching onto the trick.

But they don't execute them, instead they simply move in to detain their allies, by knocking them out or shooting them in the limb.

"That's as many as I'll get," Simon says. "You're up Cellophane..."

"Gotcha," Cellophane shoots two lines of tape at the shield and being backing away, careful not to leave cover but enough to give himself a running start.

As he gets far enough, Horizon gives him a nod, and he begins retracting his tape.

The force of his gear retracting it rips him off the ground and catapults him toward the shield.

"Takt," Horizon says, and the few remaining guns stops firing, their trigger stuck in place no matter how hard them men squeezed them.

And as Cellophane is barely an inch from slamming face first into the shield, Horizon drops it.

He rockets into the warehouse and swings from the ceiling, into the upper levels.

With practiced ease he takes out the final three men on that floor then tosses them all over the railing.

By the time they land the bottom floor is once again softened, trapping them and anyone else Mudman missed earlier.

Without looking back Cellophane shoots a line of tape and swings down into the circular hallway, deeper into the island bunker, exactly as planned.

Horizon casually walks up, waving back at the darkness to signal the police to come ashore and collect these criminals.

"Damn it!" the boss still yells. "Get em out of here and I'll---"

Horizon kicks him in the head, breaking his jaw and knocking him out.

"Finally some quiet," Horizon says, then turns to Mudman and Simon, "good work, first big case and you handled yourselves well, you'll look great on this," he taps the side of his visor, signally to the camera within.

"Shouldn't we go after Cellophane?" Mudman asks.

"He's fine," Horizon shrugs as he begins walking toward the deeper entrance. "I'm keeping an eye on him from here."

"Do we free these men now?" Simon asks, still in All Might's voice, then begins fiddling with his mask to adjust it.

"No, leave them here until everyone is captured, then you and Mudman can help the cops wrap them up in the other boats we have coming."

"Got it," Simon says, now in a normal voice.

As they enter the hallway they see a line of unconscious bodies, some with broken noses, others taped to surfaces, including the ceiling.

"No wonder you weren't worried," Mudman says as he touches the wall while the walk, sending a thin line of this Quirk's Softening which expands below the bodies to swallow them.

Then hardens it to trap them, with only their heads exposed.

"He's been training with me the longest, I'm finally making some progress," Horizon says as he steps over some bodies.

As they walk through the building they hear the odd gunshot ever so often, but Horizon doesn't react. And Scalpel still hovers at his side while they walk at a casual pace.

Eventually they come to a ladder around a circular entrance leading straight down. On the ceiling above it is a line of tape, extending all the way down the hole.

"This is the fastest route to the command room, lets go," Horizon casually steps off the ledge.

He falls for 40m -130ft- before hitting the ground.

Using Booster Shot he braces his legs and body to take the impact of the fall, bending his knees and crouching to alleviate the force.

Taking a few steps forward he looks back, seeing Mudman sliding down the wall by Softening the metal structure just enough to slow his descent.

As he hops off he steps aside as Simon is seconds behind him.

Mudman puts his hand against the softened metal and quickly hardens it again, then looks down at the bent metal grates of this hallway where Horizon landed.

"Didn't know you could jump like that," Mudman says as they catch back up.

"He can't," Simon says. "He can brace his body or enhance some linear movements, but sudden explosive power isn't his thing, did I get it right?"

"Pretty much," Horizon stops at a massive security door, but they hear gunfire further away as Horizon secures a special package Horizon sent him for.

Without a word Horizon gestures to the door and makes a pulling motion. Familiar with how he operates both Mudman and Simon step back as the security door is torn out of the wall by his Takt.

"Guess you don't need the explosive physical power like All Might when you can do that, huh," Mudman says.

"Yeah, but jumping around and flying with air pressure would have been cool," Horizon admits.

They walk into the room, a security room setup by the black market operators for the upper floors, but enough to give the access Horizon needed.

Looking at the far wall Horizon points at it, "soften that wall and go two rooms across, there is a lady hiding there, she's armed, that's the logistics manager for this place. Then soften the floor till you get into the main underground docks, Mudman is about to hit the armory, but you'll get to him before that."

"Why, can't you warp?" Mudman asks.

"Don't want you relying on me too much," Horizon says as he raising his left hand, taking the wire connecting to his left arms bracer of his costume.

Mudman begins softening the wall as Simon glances over at Horizon, "thought you didn't like dealing with too much tech."

"I don't, so Nezu built me a program to do it for me..."

Minutes later after dealing with the logistics manager of this stronghold, Mudman and Simon are sprinting at full speed after hearing an explosion on the lower floors.

They rush down the last set of stairs to see Cellophane leaning against a wall trying to catch his breath, as bullets rocket out of the hallway beside him.

They both slow down and quietly get beside him.

"These are the last three guys, but they're in the armory," Cellophane says.

"That explains why you stopped," Mudman says. "You're really damn good at this, at least from all the people we saw knocked out on the way here."

"Yeah well I've been training with Horizon longer, but this guy has a narrow hallway, and a rocket launcher, and he thinks I'm gone. But at least they heard my voice..."

Simon immediately begins fiddling with his mask.

Mudman nods to him and crouches down, putting his hands on the floor and closing his eyes, listening carefully.

Cellophane takes a few steps away and shoots a line of tape, ready to swing into the hallway and rocket toward the armory.

They each nod to each other as the plan begins.

"Can we talk this out?" Simon asks, in Cellophane's voice.

"Just die already," one of the men yells out as he fires a few bullets.

Simon immediately brainwashes him, and in the same instant Cellophane shoots past them and launches himself down the narrow hallway.

The sound of a RPG going off reaches Mudman's ears and he immediately softens the wall at the end of the hallway, the most likely target for anyone with half a brain, especially since he know Cellophane is in the middle of the hallway.

Cellophane narrowly dodges the rocket, not looking back as he springs forward and dropkicks the main in the face, all while his brainwashed ally stands motionless.

The rocket hit the far wall, and sinks in as if it were water, going 10m -30ft- deep before the concrete immediately hardens behind it.

And a small tremor is felt as a tiny crack forms in the wall.

Mudman sighs in relief, "Horizon was right, our team is perfect for this kind of thing..."

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