Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 838 - 504: Hostage Situation at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department (Part 2)
Fushimi Roku burst in: "We meet again! Good evening, everyone! Huh, why is everyone still alive?"
The voice of the Police Chief stopped abruptly, and everyone leaned against the corner of the wall, shrinking and not daring to move.
This guy wasn’t bluffing; he really dared to throw a hand grenade!
"What exactly do you want?!" Kujo Yua said through gritted teeth, her hair disheveled.
"Didn’t I say? I want to have a chat with you," Fushimi Roku shook his head and sighed, pacing to the center of the meeting room, "It’s a pity someone tried to be clever and didn’t cooperate well... yes, I’m talking about you."
He yanked up the Police Chief, pulled him close and questioned him: "Do you think you’re smart? Do you know what happens when you provoke a sunny, cheerful guy?!"
The Police Chief felt a tingling on his scalp because as Fushimi Roku spoke, he shoved a grenade into his hand.
The grenade pin was attached to a thin wire, the other end tied to Fushimi Roku’s thumb.
"I am not one to make things difficult for others, but I hate being made difficult—don’t you think, I just want to chat, is this very difficult?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Fushimi Roku led the Police Chief as if leading a dog; the latter held the grenade firmly, following every step, afraid of accidentally detonating it, not paying attention to what Fushimi Roku was saying at all.
He turned a circle to the left, and the Police Chief moved to the left; he said turn a circle to the right, and the Police Chief moved to the right.
"What do you want to talk about? Can you say it directly?" Even Kujo Yua was worn out.
"Walls have ears, it’s not convenient here, let’s chat somewhere else." Fushimi Roku started distributing grenades, sticking them to the hostages’ backs with tape: "I don’t have many grenades, whoever’s lucky to get one, remember to hold onto two people on your sides, if anyone runs away, don’t blame me for pulling the pin."
The death of the guards was fresh in memory, and no one dared refuse.
Fuyuyama Kentaro also received a grenade, stuck to his back, and he had to tightly hold onto two colleagues, afraid Fushimi Roku would pull the wire and remove the grenade.
Outside was still in turmoil; some had realized an explosion had occurred inside the meeting room.
After distributing the grenades, Fushimi Roku took the guard’s gun and ordered everyone to move ahead, in groups of three supervising each other, warning that if anyone moved, he’d shoot, and then the grenades would explode, leaving everyone dead.
"Turn left..."
"Turn right..."
"Very good, just like that..."
"Everyone’s cooperating well! I’m so relieved..."
Fushimi Roku planned to move to another meeting room, but halfway, he was stopped by the security team rushing to support. He hadn’t spoken yet when the Police Chief hastily shouted: "Disperse! Everyone disperse! No one comes close!"
The security team didn’t understand, no one had seen such a scene. As people passed through the corridor, they noticed the grenades stuck on their superiors’ backs, realizing what was happening.
Someone had taken half the officials of the Police Department hostage!
The administrative officer promptly contacted his direct superior, who didn’t respond, likely also taken hostage, so he escalated the report all the way to the Prime Minister’s Office.
The Prime Minister, facing a crisis, gathered the mobile team and snipers, rushing to the Police Headquarters Building to organize a rescue, while arranging for the department’s staff to evacuate orderly.
Such a big commotion naturally alarmed the media. The firefighters hadn’t arrived yet when the filming vans already parked downstairs, photographers set up cameras, and reporter Yazaki Momo began live broadcasting.
"We now interrupt with urgent news: an explosion has occurred inside the Police Headquarters Building, the specific cause is unknown, suspected to be a terrorist attack, and the Prime Minister’s Office has commanded a lockdown in Tokyo City, as you can see the mobile team has arrived on the scene..."
...
Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku and the hostages arrived at another meeting room.
He collected all the grenades, locked the door from inside, drew the curtains, sealed the vent, turned the emergency light to maximum power, laying it over the window to affect infrared imaging.
Kujo Yua sat on a folding chair, saying, "You won’t get away, you’re already surrounded, surrendering now is still an option—"
"Say no more!" the Police Chief interrupted.
He warned his superior with his eyes that this guy was a madman, indifferent to life or death, speaking more would only cause a worse outcome.
Unfortunately, he could stop Kujo Yua, but not the shouting from outside.
Mobility team captain, Taguchi Matsu, with a loudspeaker, shouted at the meeting room window: "You are surrounded! Do not make unnecessary resistance!"
The live camera moved up, slowly focusing, the whole building had only the meeting room window glowing with red light, like a conspicuous firefly in the night.
Fushimi Roku brought himself a folding chair, placing everyone in a row on the ground: "Alright, now we can have a good chat."
Nobody spoke, everyone just stared at him, unsure of what this madman wanted.
"First, the Police Chief...who’s the Police Chief?" Fushimi Roku waited for someone to raise their hand in the crowd before continuing to ask: "What’s your name?"
"Suzuki Matsu." said the Police Chief.
"Okay, Mr. Suzuki, for your actions of illegal detention, human trafficking, and dereliction falsifying reports, do you have anything to argue?" Fushimi Roku took out a small hourglass from his pocket, placed it on the table after flipping it: "I’ll give you five minutes to defend yourself."
"W-what?! That’s completely groundless!" Suzuki Matsu said loudly.
Fushimi Roku remained unmoved, just quietly watching him, an expression on his face that seemed to say, ’I’m listening.’
Suzuki Matsu began to sweat on his forehead, knowing well what he had done.
The Cat Island livestream was delayed, and to obtain first-hand information, he made deals with the Cat Island staff, allowing him to always bet on the right trial winner.
If anyone escaped the island, or if a trial survivor left and reported to the police, he’d help suppress the case, even returning the complainant to Cat Island—he wasn’t the only one doing this, so there were rarely witnesses for the Cat Island events.
In addition, when the trial lacked people, he’d clear out death row inmates from prisons or detain offending vagabonds, sending them to Cat Island as cannon fodder.
"I did nothing! Whatever rumors you’ve heard, they’re all false!" Suzuki Matsu’s face turned red, spittle flying: "Everything requires evidence! You can kill me, but you can’t slander me!!"
Fushimi Roku waited for a while, but no further explanation came, there was still two and a half minutes left in the hourglass, he asked: "Is that your defense?"
"..."
Suzuki Matsu was choked into silence.
Staring into Fushimi Roku’s eyes, he finally realized this wasn’t an interrogation, a trial, or an investigation, but a death game.
Just like the trials on Cat Island, if you answer incorrectly, you die.
Suzuki Matsu suddenly kowtowed fiercely, his forehead hitting hard enough to draw blood: "I’m not human! I was forced! It’s all because of those cults—they threatened me, threatened my family—"
He babbled incoherently, tears and snot flowing together.
Everyone sat around the conference table, no longer playing with their phones, as they had been confiscated. They silently watched Suzuki Matsu, their former colleague’s struggle to survive a performance as brutal as what they had seen on Cat Island.
Struggling to survive, the performance was excessively cruel.
They finally realized this firsthand.
Soon, the five minutes were up, the last grain of sand silently falling.
Fushimi Roku sighed, stood up, patted Suzuki Matsu on the shoulder, and said: "Go open the window."
"Huh?" Suzuki Matsu was stunned.
"Go ahead." Fushimi Roku’s tone was gentle.
Suzuki Matsu thought he had passed by feigning, his knees numb from kneeling, he trembled as he opened the window.
The live camera focused on his face, and captain Taguchi Matsu lifted the binoculars, while dozens of mobile team members raised their heads in the parking lot below.
The next second, a hemp rope was slipped around Suzuki Matsu’s neck, and Fushimi Roku hefted his legs, throwing him out the window!
The slipknot instantly tightened, and the hemp rope snapped taut, hanging Suzuki Matsu in midair!
His eyes bulged like a sunny doll, swaying in the air, legs desperately thrashing, and fingers scratching his neck bloody.
A silence fell over the ground below, and the photographer silently cut the live broadcast.
Fear, pain, resentment, and various emotions gradually froze on Suzuki Matsu’s face.
"It seems...the kidnapper has executed him." Yazaki Momo murmured into the microphone.
