Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 843 - 507: The Meaning of Life

The time rewinds to ten minutes ago.

Fushimi Roku held all the hostages by the head, warning them not to act rashly as he would accompany the hostages all the way out.

"If anyone dares to alert the police, don’t blame me for pulling the pin, and we’ll all die together."

Fushimi Roku threatened viciously, found one of the cowards, the Traffic Division Chief, Takeuchi Bon, shoved a phone into his coat while it was on a call, and forced him to walk in front.

"I’m watching you from the back, wherever I tell you to go, you go there, if you dare disobey, I’ll pull the bomb and we’ll all die together."

Having said this, Fushimi Roku opened the conference room door, pushed the people out, and then used the phone to direct Takeuchi Bon as the hostages went downstairs.

As expected, Kujo Yua heard his threat and loudly alerted the assault team, claiming the kidnapper was mixed among the hostages trying to escape.

Takeuchi Bon and the others believed it, not daring to make any moves, for fear of being blown to pieces.

Once they got on the bus, Fushimi Roku saw the timing was right as the surrounding assault unit had been called away, then requested through the call for Takeuchi Bon to drive.

Before coming, he checked the city map, the Police Headquarters Building map was top-secret, not available in the library.

But the streets surrounding the building are transparent, especially Tokyo’s sewer system, highlighted as a point of pride by the Japanese Government, a model for developed countries worldwide, only excellent developed countries could construct such a high-difficulty engineering project...

A wise man knows better than to engage in unwise action, Fushimi Roku planned his escape using a sewer entrance as the starting point.

This was a helpless situation, working alone to cause destruction, left no room for decorum, and he could only transform into a ninja turtle or sewer rat, engaged in some guerrilla warfare.

He splashed into waist-deep foul water, unfastened the grenade hanging at his waist, and used fishing line to make a simple tripwire in the shaft.

Having done this, Fushimi Roku hurriedly waded to the open sewer area.

...

Meanwhile, inside the command center.

The wounded were covered with blankets and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Kujo Yua was unharmed and took over the command center at once, implementing a pursuit plan.

The Tactical Vehicle Unit spread out from the Police Headquarters Building as the center, blocking sewer entrances and exits within a five-kilometer radius.

Two legs navigating through the sewers were naturally slower than cars driving on the roads.

Before Fushimi Roku could escape the encirclement, the Tactical Vehicle Units were already in place.

The assault team was in charge of deploying tear gas into each sewer shaft, attempting to exhaust the sewer’s oxygen supply.

In an instant, the toilets on the first floors of residential buildings, hospital wards, university dormitories, and major shopping malls directly connected to the sewer network continually bubbled up, releasing small amounts of tear-gas-white vapor.

The City Department’s complaint phone rang non-stop, they could only try to pacify people while advising each citizen who witnessed any suspect to report and provide information.

This time, Kujo Yua was truly furious and intended to take real action. When the city department called, she simply refused to answer, and unilaterally declared Tokyo had entered a state of war, extending the city’s lockdown duration from 12 hours to 24 hours.

The assault team patrolled with live ammunition, wearing gas masks and thermal imaging devices, entering the sewers to carry out arrests.

With thermal imaging and crossfire, Fushimi Roku wouldn’t try to brave bullets and get himself killed. He had prepared a gas mask in advance but felt its effectiveness was lacking, assuming there was a difference between civilian and military-grade gas masks.

He slowed his breathing, bent over close to the water surface, and occasionally leaned against the sewer wall to listen for footsteps.

As time ticked by, the encirclement gradually tightened, daylight had already broken, yet it remained pitch-dark underground.

He couldn’t stay any longer.

Fushimi Roku underestimated the response speed of the assault units, now he had to pay for his mistakes and forge a bloody path out.

He took a deep breath, feeling as if his nasal cavity was scorched by a raging fire, his lungs filled with tear gas and sewer fumes.

There were no covers underground, he had to go up; street battles were more advantageous.

Fushimi Roku climbed up along the shaft, peering through the manhole cover’s holes to look outside.

His luck was good, there was no one guarding around, indicating this backup escape route was still usable, most likely this sewer manhole wasn’t marked on the city government’s map.

Here was an illegal construction, the yard wall of a privately built house fenced in the road, encompassing this sewer, so it wasn’t included in the city map during subsequent resurveying.

Fushimi Roku lifted the manhole cover, peered out through the gap, confirmed it was safe, and only then did he climb out.

The yard was quiet, there were a faucet and water pipe by the house’s wall corner, seemingly for watering flowers.

Fushimi Roku groped his way over, turned on the faucet, and rinsed the filth off his body.

Just then, the courtyard’s sliding gate suddenly opened.

The homeowner stuck their head out, and they stared at each other with Fushimi Roku.

...

Ogasawara Shunma came out of the detention center this morning.

Obstructing official duties is a troublesome crime; if one wants to file a case, at least a dozen documents and procedures must be prepared; hiding videotapes at home was at most a violation, temporarily not illegal, since the parliament and the State Council had not yet passed emergency temporary legislation formally establishing catwalk tapes as illegal, so strictly speaking, his behavior was not illegal.

In any case, as long as the tapes were destroyed, and if no issues arose with him, he could be released.

Kato Touma, who issued the order, was now blind and probably couldn’t be concerned with pursuing them. The director took it upon himself to dismiss all suspects to avoid complications.