Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 590 The Messenger of Justice

The crowds below Tokyo Tower surged like a black tide, their angry shouts drowning out the torrential rain.

Some people held up photos of their missing relatives, some waved posters of politicians torn from in front of the television, and many more simply clenched their fists in silence, letting the rain wash over their reddened eyes.

The cordon broke during the shoving, the riot shields of the mobile police officers were dented by stones, and the high-pressure water cannons were overturned as soon as they sprayed water—the teenagers in school uniforms covered their heads with their uniforms and carried the temporarily dismantled iron fences towards the police car.

Kujo Yui's cigarette butt flickered in the rain. She saw office workers in raincoats smashing shop windows with briefcases, and housewives stuffing leaflets with scandalous stories about politicians into police car wipers.

A sharp crackling sound of shattering glass came from afar. Someone had set the first car on fire, and the orange-red flames illuminated the blood-red "Divine Punishment" graffiti.

"Chief, should we order the shooting?" the security chief asked in a hoarse voice.

She stubbed out her cigarette, raised her hand to the pistol at her waist, and hesitated. Firing would mean the situation was beyond repair. Firing would signify her utter defeat, a catastrophic end that would force her to step down.

Suddenly, a piercing electrical hum blared from the tower's loudspeaker, and Fushimi Shika's laughter, mingling with the sound of rain, boomed from all directions: "Listen—this is the heartbeat of Tokyo!"

Amidst this atmosphere of apocalyptic revelry, some people remain sober.

Ogasawara Toshima stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, and he could see everything clearly: a thug with dyed yellow hair smashed the glass of a vending machine, and coins clattered and scattered all over the ground; a thief in a leather jacket took the opportunity to steal an old man's wallet, while the old man looked up at the Tokyo Tower and roared loudly.

A group of gangsters gathered at the alley entrance. They kicked open the roller shutter door of the izakaya and dragged the trembling waitress into the rain.

"Hey! Stop—" Ogasawara rushed forward to grab the person, but was slammed against the wall by the leader of the thugs.

A sharp pain shot through his lower back, and he staggered as he touched a sticky liquid.

"Mind your own business!" The thug brandished a butterfly knife, the blade reflecting the crimson aviation obstruction lights of Tokyo Tower.

Ogasawara Shunshin's hair trembled. He was stunned for a long time, unable to understand why things had turned out this way.

The piercing sound of police sirens in the distance pulled him back to reality, and his first reaction was to call the police.

However, when he nervously dialed the police number, he was met with a busy signal and no answer.

That's it, the public order in Tokyo has completely collapsed.

The sound of shattering glass came from behind, and the thugs laughed as they poured sake on the face of the unconscious shop owner. People were fighting, hurling insults, attacking each other, and venting their violence wildly.

In the past, pedestrians were all well-mannered and obeyed traffic rules, paying attention to traffic lights when crossing the road; but overnight, they all turned into wild beasts, killing each other and wantonly harming one another.

Ogasawara stood trembling in the middle of the street, jostled and pushed around by people. His eyes were blurred with rain, and he didn't know where to go or what to do.

At that moment, he finally understood that behind the iron curtain of order, the first to rush in are always maggots.

……

boom--

The first shot rang out.

A hush fell over the area beneath Tokyo Tower; everyone froze, as if a bustling market had suddenly fallen into an inexplicable deathly silence.

Following the sound, Ogasawara Toshima looked up and saw a Lexus parked at the boundary between the police and the mob.

A girl was standing on the roof of the car, holding a gun in one hand and pointing it at the sky.

To be precise, he was a detective. Ogasawara Toshima recognized the man; he had even visited this morning, bringing a blue gift as an apology.

He opened his eyes wide, tilted his head back and knelt on the ground, his heart trembling.

"--police!!!"

In the rain, Minamoto Tamako shouted, "In accordance with Articles 36 and 37 of the Criminal Code and Article 7 of the Police Officers Performing Duties Act, the suspect is hereby ordered to immediately lay down his weapon!!"

She was like the last vestige of order in Tokyo; the moment her words fell, she ignited the rage of the mob. Countless people turned their attention to her, hurling stones and smashing car windows, trying to kill her in the public outrage!
With both hands holding the gun, Yuan Yuzi pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The leader of the mob fell to the ground. Before anyone could react, a second shot, a third shot, and so on... The gunshots echoed in the rain, each one striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Mobile unit members are authorized to fire!"

Yuan Yuzi pulled out a walkie-talkie from her waist, held her gun in one hand, and ordered: "Assault troops, provide cover for the high-pressure water cannons! Special vehicle section, separate the crowd! Anyone who dares to block your way, run them over!"

There was a five-second silence on the radio. The officers, holding their riot shields, struggled to stay upright, all looking up at Yuan Yuzi, waiting for their superior to give orders.

Five seconds later, the command team leader's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Who's in charge?"

Yuan Yuzi retorted with a tirade: "We're police officers!!! If you don't dare take responsibility, what kind of police officer are you?!"

"Detective Yuan, please recognize your place..."

"Alright! Then I'll tell you who I am!"

Yuan Yuzi raised the megaphone and pointed it at the walkie-talkie so that everyone could hear her voice:

“I am a detective from the First Division of the Sugamo Police Station, and a citizen recognized by the Constitution of Japan. Your duty is to protect the safety of citizens, safeguard public safety, and maintain social stability. I now demand that you suppress the riot in accordance with the Japanese Penal Code. Otherwise, I have the right to suspect you of aiding and abetting the riot and, depending on the circumstances, execute you for sedition!”

After saying that, she smashed the walkie-talkie and forcefully directed everyone to restore order:
"Listen up! Japanese criminal law stipulates that anyone who launches a riot with the aim of undermining the state's ruling institutions, eliminating state sovereignty, or subverting the constitutional order shall be sentenced to death or life imprisonment!!"

"Whether you are a Metropolitan Police Department officer, an unemployed person, or a gang member, anyone who participates in the riot must immediately lay down their weapons. The government will not pursue the matter. Otherwise, the police have the right to use firearms to protect public safety!!"

Just as she finished speaking, another gunshot rang out in the distance.

The crowd paused for a moment, then came a second and a third wave of gunfire, one after another!
The mobile unit roared and charged back, while the special forces convoy drove armored vehicles to divide the crowd. Under the protection of the assault troops, the high-pressure water cannons were successfully operated, using water jets to disperse the gathered mob.

The mob scattered like birds and beasts, while those who harbored hatred remained steadfast, but their previous momentum was gone, and they were quickly defeated.

As the situation gradually stabilized, the section chiefs spontaneously mobilized patrol officers in their jurisdictions to disperse the loitering crowds and used loudspeakers to warn residents to close their doors and windows and pay attention to safety.

Kujo Yui watched her daughter's retreating figure and silently finished her cigarette.

The officer asked her no less than twenty times how to handle the situation, whether it was permissible to fire, and whether to proceed according to the emergency response plan...

However, Kujo Yui never issued any orders throughout the entire process.

She couldn't speak; everything happening before her eyes was humiliating her self-esteem.

As the Metropolitan Police Department's commissioner, the fact that a city-wide riot erupted under her jurisdiction was a negation of her life's work; similarly, as a police officer, her hesitation and failure to step forward in times of crisis was also a negation of her life's beliefs. Fushimi Shika achieved her goal, and after the riot subsided, Kujo Yui was held accountable.

Even if she denies it verbally, she has to realize in her heart that she has done something wrong.

Kujo Yui stubbed out her cigarette; at least before she resigned, she was still the Metropolitan Police Department's superintendent.

Even if it means certain death, I will catch that guy!
The situation has stabilized, and Kujo Yui issued the order: "Assault troops, proceed to the elevator shaft and immediately storm the fifth floor of Tokyo Tower. Snipers, take your positions. As soon as the criminal appears in your line of sight, take him down immediately!"

"...Sorry, Director, we need to maintain order."

A cold response came through the walkie-talkie.

Kujo Yui was stunned. She looked at the administrative officer, who had been asking questions for a long time, but had now fallen silent.

The electrical distribution room was pitch black, and the only sound was the rain.

Kujo gave a self-deprecating laugh, slumped to the ground, and casually tossed the walkie-talkie aside.

……

At the same time, the broadcast started again.

Fushimi Shika's words incited one of the fanatics to launch a suicide attack. They poured gasoline on themselves and rushed headlong toward Tokyo Tower.

The police dared not stop them and scattered, creating a gap in the cordon, through which the remaining rioters tried to rush in.

"Let them in!"

Genjiro Tamako commanded, "Mobile squad, maintain formation! Don't get scattered! Assault force, guard the entrances and exits of Tokyo Tower! If the bandit leader tries to join forces, open fire immediately!"

As the saying goes, "One should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane after a second attempt, and exhaust it completely after a third." If someone tries to stop them, the mob will have an outlet for their anger, and their morale will naturally soar.

But suddenly the defenses crumbled, and the police allowed them to enter Tokyo Tower. After rushing forward for a distance, they gradually became disoriented and didn't know where to go.

Fushimi Shika, who had been observing from the tower, witnessed this scene and broadcast again, calling on everyone to come up to the tower and expose the government's crimes to the world from the broadcasting room!

The mob suddenly had a target and surged up Tokyo Tower, but only twenty or thirty people remained – if they couldn't get on the elevator, they would rather take the stairs.

No sooner had they left than Gentamako mobilized a raiding force to follow them.

Two groups of people surged into the fifth floor one after the other. The mob gathered in the central control room, surrounding Fushimi Shika, like believers who had traveled thousands of miles to finally see the apostle, their eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Fushimi Shika lived up to expectations, demonstrating the charisma a leader should possess, and delivered another short speech to the public.

He waved his hands, clenched his fists powerfully, and shouted slogans:

"Humanity grows stronger in perpetual struggle and perishes in perpetual peace!"

"Life is a struggle, and war is the natural selection process!"

……

The whole process took less than forty seconds. The mob, as if injected with adrenaline, let out a series of incomprehensible roars.

Sakata Atsushi and the other technicians huddled together, trembling in a corner, afraid of attracting attention and being beaten to death by a mob.

Outside the central control room, assault troops stood ready with guns drawn, while mobile teams blocked the door with riot shields. Even without authorization, each unit and group spontaneously obeyed commands, tacitly acknowledging that Genji had completely taken over command.

The mob, armed with makeshift weapons, yelled at Ma Po to get out of the way. They blamed the deaths of their loved ones on the Metropolitan Police Department's negligence.

The two sides stood facing each other at the gate, neither daring to make the first move.

When the police kill a criminal caught in the act, it's called law enforcement; when they open fire on a group of criminals who attempted murder, it's called a massacre. When a mob beats up a policeman, it's called pressing their advantage; when they attack a group of armed policemen, it's called courting death.

They understood each other perfectly, just as Moses parted the Red Sea and the crowd parted to make way for Fushimi Shika and Minamoto no Tamako to stand facing each other.

The rain poured down, thunder roared, and the world turned black and white in an instant.

Having drunk alcohol and been soaked in the cold rain, Yuan Yuzi felt a surge of anger. She raised the muzzle of her gun as if speaking to a stranger:
"Although I don't know how you did it, you are the true culprit of divine punishment!"

Fushimi Shika raised his hands, his tone teasing, with a hint of barely perceptible mockery:

"How rude of you, Officer Rabbit! I am a messenger of justice."

The moment the words left his lips, Tokyo Tower emitted a buzzing sound—the warning tone of a power outage in the electrical panel. Layer by layer, the tower sank into darkness, the glittering Tower of Light disappearing into the night.

Using her residual vision, Minamoto no Tamako aimed and pulled the trigger, the gun accompanied by a thunderous roar—before that, Fushimi Shika, with a bent back and a single hand, drew a katana from his travel bag, and pounced like a cheetah!

"Scatter!" Yuan Yuzi shouted.

The assault troops immediately carried out the order, scattering in all directions and quickly retreating into the corridor to clear the way for firing.

The mob didn't react; they stood frozen in place, becoming cover for Fushimi Shika. Minamoto no Tamako fired repeatedly, bullets grazing the 'cover,' exploding around the mob with a sharp 'crack' as they were accompanied by flashes of light.

A series of firelights lit up the darkness, dazzling the crowd. They could only see a figure moving like a ghost. The assault troops tried to aim, but couldn't find the target at all. They could only watch helplessly as Yuan Yuzi kept firing, the muzzle of her gun illuminating the faces of the mob, whether in fear or confusion.

Fushimi Shika ran in a zigzag pattern, silently counting the bullets in his magazine. In the instant of a firing gap, his body turned at an angle that almost defied the laws of physics, his heels slamming into the ground with a resounding thud, and his blade flashed like an arrow, slashing horizontally towards Minamoto no Tamako's gun muzzle!
Genji's dynamic vision was also excellent. She was also silently counting her bullets. Before firing the last shot, she took two steps back, drew a spare pistol from the waist of the assault team member, and deliberately paused to create a gap in the firing, all to lure Fushimi Shika forward!

Lightning illuminated Tokyo Tower, and the two figures seemed to freeze in everyone's eyes—Fushimi Shika's pupils reflected the black muzzle of a gun, while Minamoto Tamako's eyes reflected a savage glint of a blade!
——Zheng!

A piercing metallic buzzing sound rang out, and the surrounding mob instinctively covered their ears.

The bullet split open mid-air, and the cleaver trembled incessantly.

Gentama jumped backward, holding the gun in both hands, trying to create distance; but Fushimi Shika was faster, pressing close to Gentama and pressing down on the muzzle of the gun.

The two of them slid sideways out of the gate, one above the other. Minamoto no Tamako's back slammed heavily onto the observation deck. Fushimi Shika pinned down her right hand, which was holding a gun, and placed a katana against her neck.

The observation deck on the middle level of Tokyo Tower is a metal openwork platform around the outer edge. The tower's red paint exterior is bright and shiny, but the interior is not attractive, consisting only of rough reinforced concrete.

The torrential rain soaked them to the bone, and the helicopter spotlights shone on the observation deck, making their faces appear pale.

Yuan Yuzi looked up at him, water droplets slowly falling from the sky, as if this moment had been slowed down countless times.

(End of this chapter)