In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 265: Triple Kill! Please explain to me the dream you gave me on the seventh day ( words for the third update, please give me a monthly ticket!)

"You sit down, I'll go open the door."

Mrs. Irie brought out the washed fruit and placed it on the coffee table, then turned and walked towards the door.

"I don't know who it is at this late hour." Irie Shengzhi shook his head and said, then looked at the reporter and pointed at the fruit on the table, "Please don't be polite."

"Hi!" The reporter responded with his head slightly lowered, then picked up a red apple from the fruit plate.

At the same time, Mrs. Irie opened the door.

But when he saw the person outside the door, he was shocked.

It was Abe who had returned.

Before she could even open her mouth, Abe raised the gun in his hand expressionlessly and pulled the trigger.

He came with murderous intent and was clean and neat.

"boom!"

Mrs. Irie felt a bullet in the middle of her brow, and her body staggered backwards and fell to the ground with a thud. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her red lips were parted, and a look of shock was still on her face.

A gunshot rang out, startling both of them. Irie Seiyuki and the reporter in the living room stood up at the same time. Before they could take a step, Abe strode in.

Irie Shengzhi's face suddenly turned red with anger. Before he could even feel sad about his wife's death, he begged for mercy in panic, "Abe-kun, please listen to my explanation..."

"boom!"

Abe pulled the trigger again without saying a word.

Irie Shengzhi was shot in the chest, and his voice stopped abruptly. He slowly sat back on the sofa, reached out his hand stiffly to touch his chest, and when he raised his hand, he saw that it was covered in blood.

"Please explain to me what you saw in your dream on the seventh day." After Abe finished speaking, he fired three shots without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Irie Shengzhi's body trembled three times, and blood was dripping from his chest, but he was not dead yet. He was gasping intermittently, his face full of unwillingness and regret.

He never dreamed that the police failed to catch Abe and other three people at the same time, and he never expected that Abe would not want to escape but come back to take revenge on him.

He couldn't understand the peasant's train of thought.

I actually died in the hands of a peasant...

He has not yet gone to Tokyo and has not become a nationally known lawyer. He is unwilling to accept this. He is unwilling to accept this!
"puff--"

In his excitement, his blood rushed up and he vomited blood. The front of his shirt was completely stained red. Irie Shengzhi's head drooped to one side, and he died with his eyes open.

The reporter at the side had already turned pale, his legs were trembling, sweat was pouring down his forehead, his legs went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground, "It...it has nothing to do with me!"

He just came to do an interview.

"Bang!" Abe didn't waste any words and pulled the trigger at him. He was shot in the middle of the eyebrows and fell to the ground.

Abe then said to himself, "All rich people are bad. I won't be fooled a second time."

"Uncle...Uncle, what are you doing?"

A timid baby voice came into my ears.

Abe looked in the direction of the voice and saw Irie Seiyuki's daughter standing at the corner of the building. She was wearing pink pajamas, holding the railing and looking at him sleepily.

He subconsciously raised the gun and pointed it at her.

The little girl was only four or five years old, not old enough to understand things, and she just stared at him stupidly.

"Go back to your room and sleep, your parents are drunk." Abe finally couldn't bring himself to do it, so he put down the gun and spoke in a stern tone.

The little girl nodded obediently, then turned and left, disappearing from his sight step by step.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~"

A shrill siren sounded from far away.

Abe knew that someone must have been caught by the police and told them about staying at Irie Masaru's house. The police knew that he might retaliate, so they came so quickly. If he ran now, he still had a chance.

But he didn't want to struggle anymore, so he sat down on the sofa, put the gun on the coffee table, picked up the cigarettes on it, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth to smoke.

"Rich people's cigarettes, not bad."

He muttered to himself, his voice unclear.

Through the window, one could vaguely see the red and blue police lights flashing alternately outside. As Abe expected, Aoyama Hidenobu learned from the timid middle-aged man that they had settled in Irie Sheng's house, and guessed that Abe might hold a grudge and seek revenge on him, so he brought people here.

But when he arrived at the scene and saw the door was open and a female corpse was lying in the entrance, he knew he was too late.

All the police officers got out of the cars and surrounded Irie Seiji's house, but because they were not sure whether Abe was still in the house, they did not rush in.

The reason why we are sure that it can only be Abe.

It’s because the other three have been arrested. Their qualities are far worse than Abe’s. Without Abe’s organization, those three are just a mob.

"Abe! I'm Aoyama Hidenobu. You should have heard of me. You can't run away anymore. Put down your weapons and surrender. This is your best outcome!"

Aoyama Hideki shouted inside using the loudspeaker.

But got no response.

"You have killed enough people. If you are a man, you should take responsibility for your actions. Do you want to be a coward and kill people without taking the consequences? Come out and surrender!"

Aoyama Hidenobu shouted something again.

But still no response.

"Mr. Aoyama, could he have run away?" Okita Tsuyoshi leaned close to Aoyama Hidenobu and whispered.

After hearing this, Aoyama Hidenobu was not sure.

Okita Tsuyoshi waved directly behind him.

A team of fully armed police officers holding riot shields slowly and quietly approached the villa and soon entered the living room one by one without encountering any resistance throughout the process.

"Report to the commander! The suspect is inside!"

A moment later, a policeman came out to report.

Aoyama Hidenobu and Okita Tsuyoshi both breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and then strode into the villa.

When they entered the living room, they saw Abe sitting on the sofa, smoking quietly, with two bleeding corpses under his feet. In front of him were armed police officers. His face was as calm as water in the smoke.

This scene still gave people a sense of shock.

"Take him away!" Okita Siyuki gave the order.

Two police officers immediately rushed forward, roughly knocked the cigarette out of his mouth, sparks flying, and then pressed him on the sofa and handcuffed him. Abe did not resist at all throughout the process, nor did he say a word.

As Abe was led out, the reporters who followed the police to the arrest scene all took photos frantically.

"Mr. Abe, do you have anything to say?"

"Abe, do you ever regret what you did?"

"Do you think you are committing a crime or practicing justice? Please tell us all!"

"Some people say you are a hero. Do you think you are a hero? What do you think you are doing?"

Abe, who had been silent and kept quiet, stopped in front of the police car and turned to face the reporters. The bright flash lights made him squint his eyes, and then he shouted loudly: "I am not a hero! I am just an ordinary worker. I am using my own way to fight for fair treatment for workers across the country! After I am arrested, the capitalists will give you a raise, not because they suddenly have kindness, but because I committed a crime!"

These words made all the reporters excited.

"Take him away quickly!" After seeing this scene, Okita Tsuyoshi frowned and shouted to his subordinates.

"Director Okita! May I ask how you captured Abe and the other four tonight? Can we talk about it?"

"Inspector Aoyama, I smell alcohol on you. Is it in accordance with the regulations to work while drunk?"

As Abe was pushed into the car, reporters turned their cameras to Okita Tsuyoshi and Aoyama Hidenobu.

Aoyama Hidenobu looked at the reporter who questioned him about arranging the arrest after drinking, and said in a deep voice: "Before we received the news, we were having dinner, but because we were working on a case, we didn't drink too much, just a little bit, let alone being drunk, otherwise I wouldn't be at the arrest scene now, but sleeping soundly in the hotel!"

"After receiving the news, we rushed to the scene without even having time to eat. Mr. Reporter, I don't expect you to understand the hard work and dangers faced by our police officers, but just because we smell of alcohol, you accuse us of working drunk. Isn't that a bit too one-sided and arbitrary?"

Faced with Aoyama Hidenobu's question, the reporter was so embarrassed that his face turned pale and blue and he was speechless.

Looking at Aoyama Hidenobu's righteous words, Okita Tsukasa felt a little guilty when he thought about his subordinates who were probably still sleeping soundly with half-naked beauties in their arms.

In fact, the reporter's questioning is correct.

But of course they cannot admit it. After all, working after being drunk and not forgetting to work after being drunk are two different things in nature.

(End of this chapter)