Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 589 Tower

Night fell on the tower's spire, dark clouds rolled overhead, thunder roared, and lightning flashed like raging pythons, illuminating the churning, turbulent clouds.

The floodwaters reached above pedestrians' ankles, water curtains cascaded down from the eaves, and sewage gushed out of the sewers, making Tokyo seem as if it were about to sink into the sea.

The Lexus's headlights pierced the rain as it sped along the C3 Bay coastline, then braked sharply along the First Keihin Road to the foot of Tokyo Tower, its hot tires hissing as they were soaked by the cold rain.

A cordon was set up around the base of the tower, and police officers wearing raincoats waved red traffic batons to disperse vehicles and crowds.

The Metropolitan Police Department re-established a command group, with Yui Kujo personally overseeing the deployment of the blockade.

To avoid the heavy rain and darkness affecting the sniper's visibility, she brought in three helicopters to illuminate Tokyo Tower from different angles with high-powered spotlights.

The assault team blocked fire lanes, wells, and sewers, so even if prisoners glided down, they would be shot down by snipers from helicopters.

This time, not even a fly will be able to escape!

……

A pale beam of light pierced the glass, illuminating Sakata Atsushi's face.

Seeing this situation, he felt that things were unlikely to end well today.

To prevent this guy from doing something rash and killing himself before he dies, Sakata Atsushi advised, "Why don't you surrender? Surrendering might not kill you, but not surrendering will definitely get you killed."

Fushimi Shika didn't say anything; he sat next to the computer, fiddling with something.

Sakata Atsushi continued, "The police won't kill prisoners who surrender. I know a good lawyer; maybe he'll only get ten or eight years in prison..."

"If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Fushimi Shika finally replied.

Sakata Atsushi, fearing he wouldn't speak, quickly leaned forward and said, "Living is better than dying, right? You're not even afraid of death, so why would you be afraid of living?"

"It's not that easy to die. I didn't come here to commit suicide," Fushimi Shika sneered.

Sakata Atsushi thought that what you did was no different from suicide, but then he thought that he had escaped from the previous terrorist attack on the Metropolitan Police Department building, so maybe he had some kind of escape plan for Tokyo Tower this time.

"Really? How are you planning to escape?"

Sakata Atsushi regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth; it was far too inappropriate, and he figured the other person wouldn't answer.

Unexpectedly, Fushimi Shikama spoke up: "I plan to..."

"Abba aba aba aba aba!!!" Sakata Atsushi suddenly shouted, drowning out Fushimi Shika's voice.

"What are you doing?" Fushimi Shika asked, startled.

“I’ve seen movies; if hostages know too much, they’ll all be killed by the kidnappers in the end.” Sakata Atsushi shook his head repeatedly: “Don’t tell me I don’t want to know.”

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Fushimi Shika found it amusing.

"I don't believe you." Sakata Atsushi continued to shake his head: "You've become a kidnapper, where do you get your credibility?"

"Oh ho, you still dare not believe me?" Fushimi Shika pointed a gun at his head.

Sakata Atsushi was startled, regretting his loose tongue. His mother had told him long ago that he needed to change his habit of being greedy and talking nonsense. But he just couldn't change it; even when it was a free gift of daifuku at a lecture, he still wanted to take advantage of it.

hateful……

If I can make it home alive this time, I will definitely change!

Sakata Atsushi shut his mouth, looking resigned to his fate. Fushimi Shika nodded in satisfaction, lowered the gun, and said, "That's more like it. Don't worry, there's nothing to hide about my escape plan."

Sakata Atsushi learned his lesson and remained silent.

Fushimi Shika, not wanting to perform a one-man show, raised the gun again: "Speak! Are you mute?"

Sakata Atsushi was on the verge of tears. He could only ask, his lips trembling, "Is it because you're not planning to run away anymore?"

Fushimi Shika was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect you to be so smart."

Sakata Atsushi forced a smile and said, "You have to think positively. It's better to live a miserable life than to die. Rather than resisting stubbornly, you should just surrender..."

"How about we make a bet?" Fushimi Shika said, his playful nature stirring.

"What are we betting on?" Sakata Atsushi asked instinctively, and immediately wanted to slap himself after asking.

"I'll bet on whether I can leave here alive," Fushimi Shika said.

"If you die, how am I supposed to get my bet back?" Sakata Atsushi retorted, having given up all hope.

Fushimi Shika took a key out of his pocket: "This is the key to locker number 37 at Kosakacho Bus Station. There are two gold bars inside. If I die, you can split them equally."

The "you" he referred to included the other hostages present.

Sakata Atsushi was filled with mixed emotions. He watched Fushimi Shika put the small key into his pocket and couldn't help but ask, "I don't have any gold bars. They're too valuable. I can't afford to gamble with them..."

He didn't think Fushimi Shika would survive, but he felt unworthy to accept something so valuable.

"It's alright. If you lose and I survive, you just need to do one thing for me."

Fushimi Shika leaned close to Sakata Atsushi's ear and whispered the bet, then asked, "So? Deal?"

Sakata Atsushi hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "On the condition that you don't go back on your word and can guarantee our safety."

"I told you, as long as you obey my orders, I guarantee everyone will leave safely." Fushimi Shika tried to tame the hostages.

Sakata Atsushi was tempted. He couldn't change his greedy ways anytime soon, so he couldn't help but ask Fushimi Shika what he planned to do next.
Fushimi Shika unlocked the technicians' handcuffs and had them help connect the microphone, so he could now broadcast his voice in real time.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, placing the microphone in front of him. Directly opposite was the window, where he could see thunder and rain raging outside, with beams of light flickering wildly—a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

"Hey Hey hey……"

"Test the sound, test the sound."

"Okay, no problem. Good evening, everyone. I'm your old friend Fushimi Shika."

"Some of you may be hearing my name for the first time, so let me introduce myself again. I used to be a taxi driver, a detective in the Metropolitan Police Department, and I have appeared on variety shows and even attacked the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

“I have achieved worldly success. Anyone who follows financial news knows that I made a fortune this year by trading and reselling non-performing loans. I have also experienced worldly failure, such as unemployment, poverty, being bullied by instructors, and being wanted by the entire country…”

"I don't care what you think of me. If anyone doesn't want to listen to me, just change the TV channel."

"To those who stay and continue watching, I know what you're thinking."

"You're not having a good life, are you?"

"Since the financial bubble burst, we have been in a 'lost decade,' and I can tell you definitively that there will be a 'lost twenty years,' a 'lost thirty years,' a 'lost forty years'..."

"If only those at the top of the pyramid can speak in society, it will only get worse and worse in another hundred years."

"Do you remember what Itagaki Taisuke said when he raised the banner of 'Freedom and People' in 1874? The people are the foundation of the state; when the foundation is firm, the state is secure. But today, where is our foundation?"

After spouting empty rhetoric, Fushimi Shika was about to share his heartfelt words. A politician's charisma comes from sincerity; only a voice from the heart can reach the depths of everyone's soul. "We once believed that the post-war pacifist constitution would protect the dignity of every individual."

"But now, Article 9 of the Constitution is being constantly undermined, and the military budget is increasing year by year. Whose security is this all for? Is it for the tycoons who are fighting for resources overseas, or for the politicians who are whitewashing things in parliament?"

He thought of the dilapidated Koban and the chaotic Sugamo; it felt like another world just across the street.

“We once thought that ‘local autonomy’ would make our hometown better and better.”

"But now, Tokyo's government orders are forcibly suppressing the demands of the local areas. Hokkaido's water source protection bill has been shelved, and fishery subsidies in Kyushu have been misappropriated. Whose interests are these? Are they for the benefit of the central bureaucrats who concentrate power, or for the large corporations that monopolize resources?"

He recalled the Kujo family in Hokkaido, who, together with members of parliament, passed a law to monopolize fishery resources and become a giant conglomerate by stepping on fishermen.

We once thought that "educational equality" would give every child the right to dream.

"But now, the tuition fees for elite schools are prohibitively high, and the facilities in public schools are dilapidated. Is this for the future of the elite descendants who have inherited privileges? Or for the ordinary families who have been deprived of hope?"

He thought of Minamoto no Tamako, who was worried about tuition fees. Before this, they had gone to great lengths to get Hirako enrolled in school.

“To this day, Japan is plagued by gangsters, has become a country with a large number of missing persons, violence, prostitution and drug trafficking are rampant and difficult to eradicate, cults are so rampant that they can even influence parliament, and the country can be openly bought and sold.”

"Have you seen these videos?"

"Among them are your relatives, your friends, and your loved ones."

"Is the meaning of your lives merely to provide amusement for those in power? Do you only offer verbal condemnation when you suffer humiliation? Are you willing to endure this for the rest of your lives?"

At this point, Fushimi Shika paused and fell into a long silence.

……

Kujo Yui's panic intensified, and she demanded that Tokyo Electric Power Company immediately cut off power to Tokyo Tower.

However, the other party refused to disconnect the Tokyo Tower power grid, citing breach of contract and the need to pay compensation. Furthermore, the Tokyo Tower not only broadcasts channels for a few television stations, but also manages the operation of equipment for Tokyo Electric Power Company's multi-location coordination, frequency band transmission, and power coordination.

If Tokyo Tower loses power, the losses will be in the tens of millions!
Kujo had no choice but to drive to the power station himself, accompanied by his guards, and force them to cut off the power.

In the fifteen minutes she went to cut off the power, Fushimi Shika completed her final speech.

With the air of a dictator, he shouted to the crowd:

"I don't want to create chaos, but to tear apart this false order!"

"I don't want to disrupt peace, but rather to expose a calm that is more cruel than war!"

"I'm not challenging the law, but judging those demons who are above the law!"

"Look at this tower! It stood firm during the air raids of 1945, and it still stood tall during the earthquake of 1977—but today, it is trembling under the collusion of power and capital!"

"When civil servants become the lackeys of zaibatsu, when police become the private soldiers of politicians, and when courts become public toilets for the powerful—this tower is Japan's last beacon!"

Shout out! Let the world hear your voices!

……

Oda Takahiro stood frozen in place in front of the television.

His veins felt like they were on fire, tears blurred his vision, and the screen was still playing those videos, but he felt a sense of euphoria as if he was finally about to let it all out.

Even though he hasn't started doing anything yet.

A moment later, the landline rang. Takahiro Oda answered the phone. The caller was a member of the victims' families support association. After a moment of silence, they said nothing, but it was as if they had said everything.

"I'm planning to go see the vice president of Kobayashi Pharmaceutical. What about you?" Takahiro Oda asked.

“I want to go and see the tower,” said Toshima Ogasawara.

"Good luck." Takahiro Oda stood up from the sofa.

"I wish you good luck too," said Toshima Ogasawara.

After hanging up the phone, Takahiro Oda couldn't wait to go out. As he passed the fire extinguisher cabinet in the hallway, he suddenly stopped.

That's good, saves him the trouble of buying it.

Oda Takahiro smashed the glass of the fire cabinet and took out a fire axe. The fire alarm rang, and he tucked the axe into his coat, lowered his head, and hurried downstairs to start the secondhand Buick in the underground parking lot.

I sped all the way to Kobayashi Pharmaceutical Company and found out that the vice president was still in a meeting. It seems that even important people work hard and have to work overtime at night.

Oda Takahiro, expressionless, changed into his work clothes, and brazenly climbed the ladder upstairs, casually inquiring about the location of the meeting room. The employees, unsuspecting, assumed he was a technician changing light bulbs.

When he pushed open the conference room door, the white-collar elites on both sides of the long table turned around in surprise. The television was on; they were also watching a live broadcast of Tokyo Tower.

"What's wrong?" asked the employee sitting by the door.

"The receptionist told me there was a problem with the conference room's electrical circuit and asked me to come and fix it." Oda Takahiro put down the ladder on his own, reached into the lining, and walked towards the vice president sitting at the head of the table.

"No need, get out." The employee said bluntly.

Oda Takahiro ignored him, and even when he walked up to the vice president, the latter looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if an insignificant insect had entered the meeting room.

"You embezzled company funds, lost so much money, and even risked human lives to recoup your losses. How dare you sit here?" Oda Takahiro asked in a deep voice.

"You are—" The vice president finally looked at the electrician properly.

What came into his view was a sharp axe.

Oda Takahiro was incapable of killing, and his first axe blow landed squarely on the vice president's face, the axe lodging in the middle of his skull. He stepped on the vice president's thigh, forcefully pulled out the axe, swung it in a wide arc, and brought it down again with a beastly roar.

A piercing scream erupted from the conference room as employees scattered and fled. Blood splattered onto the floor-to-ceiling windows, and lightning bolts elongated the shadows of two people.

……

Similar scenes are playing out repeatedly in Tokyo, where the sins buried beneath this bustling city erupt like lava, scorching the rainy night.

The Metropolitan Police Department's emergency call center was inundated with calls for stabbings of officials, white-collar workers, and business owners, as major homicides erupted in rapid succession.

The police station was short-staffed, and the situation was reported up the chain of command. The middle management had already been wiped out, with some dead and others maimed. The report eventually reached Kujo Yui's administrative officer, who then rushed to the power distribution station to report to Kujo Yui.

"Director, Tokyo is on the verge of riots—"

The officer abruptly stopped speaking.

The two stood by the window of the power substation. He followed the gaze of Commander Kujo and saw a large number of people crowding around the cordon around Tokyo Tower, spreading like a black tide.

The number of people continued to grow, with angry souls coming to demonstrate from the streets, residential buildings, and university dormitories, pushing and shoving the police line and signs, forcing the outer security personnel to retreat step by step.

"There has been a riot."

Kujou Yui's fingers trembled as she lit her last cigarette.

(End of this chapter)