Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 233, Yokohama Tanker Road
The planned arrest operation turned into a gunfight between police and criminals. The live broadcast was forced to stop when Kudo fired a shot, and the filming crew had to retreat to a safer location to continue filming.

Inside the frontline command headquarters, the police were jubilant, extremely excited that the rioters had opened fire.

Section Chief Sugishita Ukyo showed no joy; he remained silent.

Japanese police have extremely strict control over the use of firearms. In theory, criminal police, patrol officers, and public security officers are all armed, but unless absolutely necessary, even if the other party comes at them with a knife, the police would rather fight the criminals than use firearms.

The reason is simply that explaining, reporting, and reviewing afterward is extremely troublesome.

Being stabbed and injured is called being injured on duty, and you will receive all the benefits you are entitled to, including medical care, promotion, and recognition for meritorious service. Being shot may not result in injury, but it is equivalent to getting into big trouble. Internal investigations, external lawsuits, and repeated court appearances may lead to legal trouble. Even if it is ultimately considered legitimate self-defense, the enormous time and energy consumed and the stain of suspension and investigation are unavoidable.

However, if the assailant fires first, none of this becomes a problem. As long as the assailant fires first, the police can not only rightfully fire back, but afterwards, the police, the court, and the district attorney will all tend to protect law enforcement officers. At most, they will only be recorded as "lawful accidental injury" or "minor procedural flaw," which will not be recorded in their files. The post-incident report only needs to state that the other party fired first, and no one will make things difficult for them on this point.

Uesugi Muneyuki and Ikeda Erena watched the big screen with great interest; it was the first time he had ever witnessed a gunfight between police and criminals!

However, after taking a few glances, Uesugi Muneyuki was somewhat disappointed with the SAT performance.

The Kudo gang didn't have many members, only a dozen or so small handguns, but they managed to keep the entire SAT squad pinned down. The public security police were extremely cautious, hiding behind cover and riot shields, not daring to take another step forward.

After a period of shooting, the yakuza's gunfire gradually subsided, and the two sides began a standoff.

That's it?

Uesugi Muneyuki felt that it wasn't quite what he had imagined.

As if sensing his expression, Section Chief Sugishita Ukyo explained, "SAT's operational philosophy is 'zero mistakes, high suppression,' and they will not engage in firefights under risky circumstances."

"I see." Uesugi Muneyuki nodded in understanding.

Of course, Sugishita Ukyo had more to say.

Police casualties are very costly. If even one SAT officer dies in the line of duty, the one-time compensation is as high as 1450 million yen. Moreover, if there are family members, they can receive about 40-60% of the martyr's salary for up to 20 years. In other words, the Metropolitan Police Department has to spend about 4000 million yen of its budget for each SAT officer who dies in the line of duty.

As for the Yakuza on the other side, well, if there is any resistance, the police can just shoot them dead. Yakuza don't have human rights. Even if the investigation later finds it was a mistake, so what? A Yakuza's life is lost. The Metropolitan Police Department will only pay 50 yen as a token of humanitarianism.

A group of 500,000 men on the move, killing them is no big deal; 80 Yakuza lives are worth the life of one policeman.

Life is priceless, yet life has a price.

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At the Kudo-kai's base, Kudo Genichi, a senior member of the Kudo-kai, pointed a SIG at his subordinates, his face ashen and his demeanor frantic: "Who fired the shot? Who fired the shot? Who gave you permission to fire!"

The surprise attack by the Public Security Police came without warning or anticipation. They didn't react until the SAT broke down the door. When they saw the SAT's full SWAT equipment, the senior executive of the Kudo-kai immediately ordered that there should be no violent resistance.

However, he never expected that someone would actually fire a shot in the chaos.

It's over, it's all over now!

The dozen or so gang members present looked at each other, none of them knowing who had fired the shot. They only knew that someone had fired, SAT instinctively returned fire, and then the gang members instinctively exchanged fire, and that's how it all happened.

None of the gang members present were under 40 years old, with an average age of over 50. Many of them had gray hair, terrifying tattoos, and were wearing suits.

"What do we do now, boss?" someone asked.

"This is troublesome, this is really troublesome. What could be the reason? Could it be that that matter has been discovered?"

Kudo Genji couldn't help but feel panicked.

But how could this be? Why?
Didn't they say in Kanagawa that they could handle this case?
As the two sides exchanged fire, the nature of the situation changed, and the previously anticipated response methods became ineffective.

"Prepare, from the secret passage..."

As the middle-ranking members of the yakuza were discussing what to do, they felt a slight tremor in the ground.

Or rather, the streets of the entire city of Yokohama and the nearby office workers felt a slight tremor in the ground.

Buho!

Upon hearing this sound, the yakuza felt utterly disoriented and desperate.

Do you hate us that much? Riot shields are more than enough to stop a handgun, you police officers!

They actually deployed armored vehicles?!

As the ground trembled, two specially modified armored assault vehicles, consisting of Toyota Land Cruisers and equipped with bulletproof glass and armored steel plates, rolled down the road and, under the cover of the SAT, crashed into the stronghold!

Boom!

The muffled thud of heavy bulletproof tires rolling over the gravel road tore through the night. A modified Toyota armored assault vehicle, like a black panther, crouched low, its engine roaring as it charged towards the Kudo-kai's stronghold—a three-story warehouse with concrete-sealed windows. SAT thermal imaging showed several people gathered on the second floor, and infrared markers flashed crimson in the eyes of the fifth SAT captain. "Breach the door! Three-second suppression!" the command exploded in the headset. The lead vehicle accelerated abruptly, its wedge-shaped ramming bumper slamming into the iron gate. Amidst the shrill, twisting sound of metal, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the bulletproof glass.

Inside the rear compartment, six SAT team members pulled down their night vision goggles, and the laser sights of their MP5 submachine guns swept out green lines through the dust and smoke.

A commotion erupted on the second floor. The instant the car crashed in, a sniper emerged from the sunroof of the second vehicle, .338 Lapua Magnum ammunition ready to fire. At the third-floor stairwell, tear gas poured in through the ventilation ducts. Before any coughing could even be heard, the breaching team had already rappelled down and broken the window.

Anyone still holding a gun was to be killed on the spot by the SAT. The cold-blooded public security police drew their Glock pistols from their waists and shot them one by one. Those who put down their weapons and covered their heads with their hands were also pressed against their foreheads with pistols and made to kneel down in a row facing the wall.

"We have successfully stormed the stronghold without casualties. We have killed 6 armed members of the violent group and arrested 23 members," a cold, hard confirmation voice came through the channel.

"Received. Clean up the battlefield immediately." At the frontline Kudokai countermeasures command center, a police superintendent from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau put down his walkie-talkie and stated the cold fact in a hard, confirming voice: "The Kudokai is finished."

"Don't relax. Immediately collect physical evidence from the scene. Stay vigilant. This is not over yet. Be careful that the Yakuza may not have been discovered yet." Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda calmly issued orders one by one.

"On-site evidence collection personnel perform real-time data mirroring of electronic devices to prevent remote destruction."

"Confiscate firearms, narcotics, and ledgers. Be careful and stay vigilant."

"Be on the lookout for the capture of key figures."

"Yes, sir!" A message quickly came from the front: "There's a situation, sir. Kudo Gen'i, the head of the Kudo-kai, and two other high-ranking officers have gone missing!"

"There's a hidden door. Search for it immediately and seal off the surrounding streets. They can't have gone far!" Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda coldly instructed. "It's not over yet. Stay alert. The last mile is the hardest. Don't let your guard down at the last moment."

"Yes!"

But with the successful breach, the frontline command center relaxed considerably. Although the faces of all the police officers present were still tense, smiles appeared in the corners of their eyes and mouths. There were no cheers, only sighs of relief and the sound of lighters being lit. One police officer couldn't resist taking out a lighter and lighting a cigarette, ready to celebrate.

This is the end?

Uesugi Muneyuki and Ikeda Erena exchanged a glance. The tall beauty looked somewhat gloomy. She hadn't slept for thirty hours, and at this moment, she felt the powerlessness of her martial arts skills in front of the armored vehicle.

No wonder Miss Minami wasn't interested in watching; there was no suspense whatsoever.

Uesugi Muneyuki felt the same way. It is said that the Glock pistols in the hands of American police officers were once shot down by gangsters with submachine guns, semi-automatic rifles and rocket launchers, and that's how SWAT came about.

At that very moment, the entire city of Yokohama heard a series of gunshots, the trembling sound of tanks rolling over the road, and the roar of doors slamming against the road. Everyone was speculating about what had happened, and some had already noticed the police blocking the roads.

What happened?
Tanker race?
The residents of Yokohama speculated about the situation, but no one dared to approach the Kudo-kai's stronghold.

About 230 meters from the base, there is an underground parking lot.

The last three survivors of the Kudo-kai branch escaped from inside.

They escaped through a secret passage and entered the residential building through a disguised tool shed, then used pre-prepared clothing to disguise themselves as residents before leaving.

Because the incident happened suddenly and attracted the attention of nearby residents, no one noticed the three guys. They secretly followed the exit of the community, perfectly avoiding the police roadblock, and appeared from the other side.

Just as they were about to leave, a patrolman who happened to be passing by on a nearby road came by on his bicycle to check the situation.

The Kanagawa Prefectural Police were unaware of the Metropolitan Police Department's surprise attack plan; all Kanagawa police officers, except those arrested by the District Public Prosecutor, were unaware of the operation.

This patrolman was in his early thirties and was just a patrol chief. He was wearing a plain field vest uniform and was riding his bicycle to see what had happened when he encountered the three people from the Kudo gang who had escaped.

"Hey, you guys!" The patrol officer from Jiaofan noticed the three men's suspicious expressions and called out to them, "What's going on over there?"

"..." The three people did not answer, but walked away quickly.

"Hello?" The patrol officer realized something was wrong and instinctively reached for his SW revolver: "Stop!"

"Halt! I'm ordering you to stop now!" The bicycle was thrown to the side of the road, and the patrolman drew his pistol from its holster: "What exactly happened?"

"..." The three executives of the Kudo Association remained silent. The moment they saw the pistol, they instinctively reached behind them.

"Huh? You guys?" The patrolman realized what was happening when he saw the movement. "You're not allowed to pass through here! Hey, Yamada-cho reporting for duty, there are three strange people near the scene, they seem to be carrying... Don't move!"

The three members of the Kudo Association did not stop moving. Despite repeated warnings from the patrol officers, they still pulled out their pistols from behind their backs.

The patrol officer repeatedly gestured for the three men to keep their hands up and not move: "Otherwise I'm going to shoot, I'm really going to shoot!"

"boom!"

After repeated warnings proved ineffective, the patrol officer ultimately lacked the courage to pull the trigger.

He fell into a pool of blood, leaving only the police officers and three others who were fleeing in the distance.

(End of this chapter)