Chapter 151 Promotion
In fact, there is a smarter way. He doesn't need to hire gangsters to pretend to be criminal police.
But something happened suddenly, leaving little time for Fushimi Shika. He needed to provoke conflicts as quickly as possible and ignite the anger of most people before he could proceed with the next plan.
Announcements kept ringing from the radio, which was picking up the internal police radio line. A system prompt popped up in front of Fushimi Lu's eyes, indicating that the number of instigators was rising.
"It's all, the police's emergency report..."
Fushimi Lu heard the broadcast, and the police detectives and mobile team rushed out.
"Should we start..."
……
When the detectives from the Investigation Section 1 arrived at Nishi Sugamo, the situation was already out of control.
A convoy of bosozokus blocked the intersection, and the punk party held up posters and demonstration signs with eye-catching words such as 'death penalty', 'surrender the prisoners', 'corruption of the Metropolitan Police Department' and other words spray-painted on them. Delinquents also joined in the carnival. They smashed glass bottles at police cars and police cars, and Sugamo was on the verge of a large-scale riot.
The detectives received a death order and must not let anyone escape. After calling for reinforcements, armed with police guns, they pushed through the crowd and rushed into the apartment building.
The family members of the victim of the girl's case and a dozen residents blocked the corridor, armed with hammers and motors, preparing to forcefully break the door. The first search section tried to disperse the irrelevant people, but the family members naturally refused to hand over the suspects. The criminal police fired shots to suppress them, but with little effect, and the scene was chaotic.
At this time, the door opened.
Kamei Yurō was dressed in plain clothes and his eyes were red. He held his father's black and white portrait in his hands and shouted: "That's enough, don't do this anymore!"
With everyone watching, he burst into tears and accused the unscrupulous newspaper, claiming that the news was all fabricated.
The victim's family tried to refute, but Kamei Yurō knelt down with a plop, held the portrait and lowered his head, crying full of sadness:
"I understand your feelings, and I also understand the feeling of losing a loved one! My father's body is still cold, and my mother is still in prison waiting for me to find a way to commute her sentence..."
"I originally planned to propose to my girlfriend next month, but now..."
"I really didn't do those things... Please, give me a chance to prove my innocence..."
……
These words were so contagious that even the criminal policeman lowered his gun subconsciously. Everyone gradually fell silent and turned their attention to the families of the victims.
The mother of the girl also shed tears. She helped Kamei Yurō up and said that the eyes of a person in pain would not lie. She believed that these words were from the bottom of her heart. Kamei Yurō raised his head and choked. It was as if it was difficult to express gratitude in words... The two miserable people who had lost their loved ones hugged each other, and the others put their hands on them, giving them encouragement and comfort.
If it were a Japanese drama, this segment would definitely be the climax of a prime-time show.
The detective who searched the first section put shackles on Kamei Yurō. The latter did not resist, but made a serious promise: "In order to clear away the grievances, to comfort the souls of the dead, and to give everyone here justice... I will definitely do it." Find the real murderer! ”
For a moment, the criminal police officer from the Search Section almost thought he had arrested the wrong person.
"The suspect has been arrested, repeat, the suspect has been arrested," the section chief said over the intercom: "We are returning now, please send a mobile team to respond!"
The police officers pulled up their windbreakers to cover Kamei Yuro's face and led him downstairs.
……
The mobile team used vehicle-mounted high-pressure water cannons to clean the streets. With the assistance of patrol police and criminal police, they cut through the convoy and held explosion shields to suppress the advancing criminals. A few tear gas canisters were fired, and the crowd that had just gathered dispersed in an instant.
"The streets have been cleared..."
The commander held a walkie-talkie to report the situation, and the police set up a cordon around the riot scene to prevent irrelevant personnel from entering.
Heavy snow fell from the sky, mixed with thick fog, and the noisy people gradually subsided.
……
In the utility room, a shogi game was going on on the tabletop.
The enemy formation charged forward and divided the battlefield into two. The situation was at a stalemate, and it was difficult to make any progress for a while.
Fushimi Shika held up his mobile phone with his left hand, and Kazama Takusai called again; he was playing with the chess piece 'Speed Car' in his right hand, listening to the report on the radio, and was quite hesitant. Once the speeding car enters the enemy's formation, it can be upgraded to the "Dragon King".
Should I make this move...
……
On the other side, the criminal police from the Search Section took Kamei Yurō into the police car. At this moment, the commander heard the rumble of footsteps, uniform and uniform, like a marching guard of honor.
Everyone looked back and saw that the thick fog had not dissipated yet, and at some point another group of people had gathered at the end of the street. In the eerie silence, figures broke through the fog, rolled up snowflakes, and stepped forward.
They all wore uniforms with white upper and black kendo uniforms, gas masks of different shapes on their heads, and unsheathed long swords slung around their waists. The leader is a woman, wearing a Prajna mask and with long hair tied behind her head.
"The Heavenly Punishment Group..."
Someone on the radio station said: "They are the Heavenly Punishment Team! Protect the suspect!"
The next moment, radio communications became chaotic. Fushimi Shika looked surprised. He took out the captured enemy chess pieces and placed them on his own chessboard.
Click.
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The horns move up and down, and the dragon and horse move forward.
……
The high-pressure water cannon sprayed out a column of water, breaking through the thick fog. The members of the Heavenly Punishment Team spread out, using complex terrain such as signboards, alleys, and storefronts to quickly close the distance. The police fired warning shots, but it didn't help. They were even frightened by the opponent's momentum and subconsciously backed away.
In less than thirty seconds, members of the Heavenly Punishment Team rushed into the police line and beat the police officers with unsheathed knives. The criminal police officers also did not fire live ammunition and tried to subdue them with batons and handcuffs. Sugamo Street turned into a large Fighting venue.
Both sides maintained a degree of restraint.
Before the criminal police from the Search Division could get into the car, the driver who was detaining the suspect stepped on the accelerator and drifted across the road. The criminal policemen who searched the first section looked at each other and asked who was driving, but no one responded. Only then did they realize that the suspect had probably been intercepted.
"Hello? Can you hear me! Driver of Police Car No. 8357! Identify yourself immediately! Repeat, Police Car No. 8357..."
Kazama Takusai was upset and turned off the car intercom. Kamei Yuro sat in the back, looking at him through the rearview mirror through the iron fence.
The body of the car was bumpy and the two of them swayed slightly, but neither of them spoke.
Four or five minutes later, a fork appeared at the end of the street.
There is a sign for the road out of the city on the left, and you will reach the suburbs if you continue forward; on the right is the road back to the police station. Although it is a bit detoured, there are few traffic jams.
Perhaps because of the riots, the streets were quiet and deserted at the moment, with only the whistling of the wind and snow.
Kazama Takusai slammed on the brakes, and the two of them swayed forward according to the inertia, leaned back, and sat still.
He took out the police gun, loaded it, got out of the car, opened the door, and ordered:
"Get off."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone in Kamei Yurō's pocket rang. Kazama Takusai grabbed his collar and pulled him out. The latter knelt on the ground and allowed Kazama Takusai to take away the mobile phone in his pocket.
"Aren't you going to pick it up?" Kamei Yurao asked.
"Who's calling?" Kazama Takusai lowered his head, leaving no note on the caller's number.
"Maybe it's Chiki. She should have also seen the report," Kamei Yurō's tone was full of bewitching: "I want to say goodbye to her... You should have something to say to her, right?"
Kazama Takusai was silent for a moment and pressed the connect button.
"Hello?"
(End of chapter)