In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 362: A mad and restless night

“President Tanaka, are you…are you sure?”

Okita Kohei's breathing became a little rapid. He kept exerting force on the hand that was holding the mobile phone. His knuckles had turned white and he was under great psychological pressure.

If it weren't for those two policemen as hostages.

Then it is understandable that he launched a strong attack.

But if he ordered the attack knowing that there were two hostages, he would definitely be held accountable afterwards.

So he was not sure whether the situation was really as serious as Tanaka Kikuma said, and whether he had to ruin his future in order to preserve his life, freedom and wealth.

"Okita-kun, please!" Tanaka Kikuma took a deep breath and said almost word by word.

"Hey!" Okita Xingping had already heard the necessity of doing this from this sentence. He took a deep breath, hung up the phone, and said decisively: "Attack."

"Ah?" The subordinates around him were all stunned.

Okita Kōhei repeated again, "Attack."

"Mr. Minister, please think twice..."

"I said attack!" Okita Kohei rudely interrupted his subordinate who was trying to persuade him, and shouted in extreme anger: "Are you questioning the orders of your superiors?"

"Hey! I dare not!"

Seeing this, no one dared to persuade them anymore. They could only watch the assault team armed with live ammunition come on the scene and prepare for the attack.

"Damn it! These guys are crazy! They started the attack without caring about the safety of the hostages." Oda, who was hiding by the window, took a look and said in shock and anger.

Shinichi Nakamura looked very unhappy, and said through gritted teeth: "Our identities may have been exposed."

That's why the other party wants to silence the witness at all costs.

The two hostages were terrified when they heard this.

"Assholes! How can they just attack by force!"

"Bakayarō! Okita Kōhei, that damn bastard! He will be taken to court for doing this!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy! If you calculate the time, they will be here soon." Nakamura Shinichi boosted the morale and returned the guns of the two hostages to them. He showed his ID and said calmly, "We are police officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. You probably know what the situation is now. If you don't want to be buried with us, then resist together."

"Damn it!" The two hostages cursed in frustration and helplessness, took their guns and found a suitable shooting position, ready to resist the attack from their colleagues.

Shinichi Nakamura was experienced and spoke clearly, "If nothing unexpected happens, they will definitely throw teardrop bombs first. Go to the kitchen and bathroom and use a wet towel to cover your mouth and nose. We can withstand this wave and catch them off guard. Then we still have a chance."

"Hi!"

Oda and others hurried to prepare wet towels, while Shinichi Nakamura took the time to call Aoyama Hidenobu.

"Inspector, our identities have been exposed. The Osaka headquarters police are surrounding us and preparing to launch a strong attack. Location... Oda! Where is this?"

"No. 109-110, -chome, Uehonmachi."

"Hi! Hi! Hi!" After hanging up the phone, Nakamura pursed his dry lips and said excitedly: "Superintendent, they have entered the city!"

After hearing this, Oda and others became more motivated and confident, and they sped up their movements.

"Wait! We are from the First Investigation Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department! We came to Osaka on orders to secretly investigate a case! This is my ID!" Shinichi Nakamura ran to the window and shouted, then threw his ID out.

At this time, they must reveal their identities. First, it can disrupt the enemy's morale and delay time. Second, it can prevent the enemy from using the excuse that they did not know their identities and therefore mistook them for bandits and launched a violent attack.

Upon hearing this, the assault team, which had already been organized and was about to attack, suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Okita Xingping, waiting for new orders.

Okita Xingping was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He now finally understood why Tanaka Kikuma asked him to kill everyone in the building. It turned out that they were his colleagues from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and they must have evidence that was unfavorable to Tanaka Kikuma.

He took the ID that his subordinate had picked up and handed to him, took a look at it, and after a brief hesitation, he tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground, saying coldly, "You still want to pretend to be a police officer to delay time, but you didn't make the fake ID more exquisite. Do you think I can't recognize it? The assault team will attack immediately according to the original plan!"

At this point, there is only one way to go.

"Bagaya Road..."

"Bang!" Nakamura Shinichi was about to say something to shake the enemy's morale, but Okita Kohei pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger to force him back, "Attack!"

"put!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

One teardrop bomb after another broke through the glass and was thrown into the houses. The irritating smoke it emitted instantly spread throughout the building, filling every room.

The exchange of fire began.

On the other side, the Metropolitan Police Department's convoy was speeding towards Kamiyahonmachi, and Aoyama Hidenobu's face was gloomy inside the car.

Based on the phone call Shinichi Nakamura just made, he knew that Tanaka Kikuma and others had begun to take desperate measures.

So he was extremely worried and anxious.

Suddenly, the car slowed down.

"What's going on!" Aoyama Hidenobu steadied his body that was shaking due to the inertia of braking and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Zizi~ Report to the police officer, there are a large number of violent gang members ahead who have parked their cars in the middle of the road, blocking our way."

At this moment, Fujiwara Takuhiro had already got out of the car and was standing at the front of the Metropolitan Police Department's convoy. In front of him were more than a dozen social vehicles with extravagant paint jobs. A group of bad guys with tattoos and colorful hair were partying, as if they were holding some street event.

The speakers on the roof played dynamic music.

It's like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Warn them to get out of the way immediately!" Aoyama Hidenobu's face turned pale. He guessed that this must be the person specially arranged by Tanaka Kikuma to slow down their pace.

"Hi!" Fujiwara Takuhiro responded, then strode forward with a cold face and shouted in a deep voice: "We are from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division 1. We are carrying out an emergency mission. Get out of my way immediately!"

Hearing this, the twenty or thirty gang members on the opposite side looked down and laughed.

"Oh my, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Investigation Division 1, so scary, so impressive, is it illegal for us to dance on the street? Are you kidding me?"

"That's right, what law says we don't have the right to use the road? Discrimination? Also, officer, this is Osaka, not your Tokyo!"

"Either go back to where you came from, or take a detour. But there may be parties going on at other intersections tonight. It's no big deal to have a gun! You're talking so loudly, I'll file a complaint against you for threatening me!"

The local gangs in Osaka are all treated like dogs by Tanaka Guixiong. They are birds of a feather. The lower-level personnel have no idea of ​​the weight of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. They only know that in Osaka, President Tanaka has the final say. As long as Tanaka Guixiong is backing them up, they dare to do anything.

The top leaders of the gang are certainly aware of the risks of going against the Metropolitan Police Department, but their relationship with Tanaka Kikuma has long been inseparable, and they prosper together and suffer together, so they have no choice but to do it.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" At this moment, faint gunshots were heard.

The exchange of fire has already begun in Uehommachi.

"Fujiwara." Just when Fujiwara Takuhiro was extremely anxious, Aoyama Hidenobu's deep and rich voice came from the intercom. He called out the name and nothing else happened.

But Fujiwara Takuhiro already understood what Aoyama Hidenobu meant. He waved his hand and more than a dozen armed police officers immediately stepped forward and pointed their guns at the members of the gang.

There are some orders that Aoyama Hidenobu himself cannot give directly, so his subordinates have to take the blame.

"I'll ask you again if you will let me go!" Fujiwara Takuhiro had already put one hand on the holster, his face grim.

Dozens of gang members were not afraid of this, but instead gathered together and took a step forward in unison, "If you have the guts, shoot! If you don't have the guts, don't use fire sticks to scare people!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The gunshots coming from a distance were becoming more and more rapid.

“Bang bang!” Fujiwara Takuhiro decisively pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger, his eyes reddened, “Will you let me go?”

At this moment, many gang members on the opposite side noticed that something was not right with his mental state. They became frightened, looked at each other, and subconsciously stepped back.

"Do you think we've never seen a gun?" The yellow-haired middle-aged leader stepped forward upon seeing this, staring at Fujiwara Takuhiro fiercely, "Kill me first if you dare!"

What is a boss? Why can you be a boss?

It means taking responsibility at critical moments and daring to stand up and take on responsibilities, but sometimes it is not the right things to take on.

It's a bullet.

"Fuck you!" Fujiwara Takuhiro cursed with gritted teeth, pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The yellow-haired middle-aged man was shot in the chest and fell to the ground in an instant. Blood continued to flow out of the bullet hole and his body twitched slightly.

The other gang members were all stunned.

No, brother, you really shot!

Before they could come to their senses, Fujiwara Takuhiro shouted hysterically: "Shoot! Immediately kill these terrorists who are besieging law enforcement officers!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The dense gunfire suddenly sounded like firecrackers.

"what!"

"Don't kill me!" "The police are killing people!"

The members of the violent gang who had seemed so arrogant just a moment ago suddenly became terrified and fled in all directions with their heads in their hands. Those who ran slowly were shot dead on the spot and fell in a pool of blood.

Less than ten seconds after the gun was removed, the twenty or thirty gang members who had gathered there all ran away without a trace, leaving behind only two or three corpses and seven or eight people who were shot and injured and lying on the ground wailing.

"Move the car away immediately and clear the road!" Fujiwara Takuhiro put away his gun and shouted, then he took the lead and rushed forward, driving away a car that was used to block the road.

Others followed closely behind him, some driving, some carrying people, and soon the blocked road was cleared, and the large group passed quickly.

Sitting in the car, Aoyama Hidenobu turned his head expressionlessly and glanced out the window at the bodies and injured people being carried to the roadside. His eyes were calm and without any fluctuation.

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Uehommachi 6-chome.

The exchange of fire continued and the sound of gunfire was heard continuously.

Shinichi Nakamura and his seven companions managed to fight the attackers by occupying the advantageous terrain, but as their ammunition was depleted, they soon fell into a complete disadvantage.

One person has died and two have been injured.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Hold on! Hold on a little longer! The superintendents will be here soon!" Shinichi Nakamura shouted while gritting his teeth.

Oda, who was shot in the arm, pressed the wound on the abdomen of a colleague and shouted with red eyes: "If he doesn't get treatment, he will bleed to death!"

"Baka!" Shinichi Nakamura was furious. They had never suffered such a miserable fate when fighting against the bandits. Now they were besieged by their own people and suffered heavy casualties.

Okita Kohei kept looking at his watch, his anxiety written all over his face, "Send another group of reinforcements!"

"Mr. Minister, it's useless. There is only one entrance to the house. It will be difficult to deploy the team if there are too many people." Upon hearing this, the subordinate hurriedly advised.

"Then let them work harder! We must wipe out this group of vicious bandits! Avenge our fallen brothers!" Okita Xingping roared angrily.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~"

Suddenly, a shrill sirens sounded.

Okita Xingping subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw more than 20 police cars rushing towards him with sirens flashing.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It's over, Tanaka Kikuma couldn't hold them back.

"Stop the attack immediately! We are from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division. The people in the house are our colleagues. Police officers in front, stop firing immediately!"

"Stop the attack immediately! We are..."

While shouting, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department got out of the car, used the body of the car as cover, and pointed their guns at the police from Osaka Prefecture across the street, as if they were ready to shoot at any time.

"Are they really from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Didn't they say this Minister was fake?"

"What the hell is going on? We can't really be exchanging fire with our colleagues from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Upon hearing the shouting, the assault team that was attacking immediately stopped and retreated. The other police officers who were responsible for the blockade of the perimeter were also confused and talked about it.

Some leaders of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters looked at Okita Kohei in front of them with eyes full of doubt and vigilance, while others were full of confusion and anxiety.

"The superintendent is here, finally here."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Shinichi Nakamura finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

The only sounds inside and outside the building were sirens.

(End of this chapter)