Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 405, The Dance of the Mad Beasts!
"Try to capture them alive?"

Upon hearing Uesugi Muneyuki's request, the SAT personnel on site and the frontline commander, Superintendent Ichijo, hesitated.

Yes, Uesugi Muneyuki stopped a police inspector and expressed his desire to capture the Ghost Guest alive.

If this were the United States, the American SWAT team would probably just laugh it off. In the SWAT team's view, leaving Ghost with a complete corpse and not blowing his head and face to pieces is already giving him face.

However, the situation is different in Japan, and there is a problem: the police organization still does not know the ghost's name, where he is from, why he has such good skills, or why he killed the Sato family.
Even now, the Japanese police have no way of confirming whether he is the real culprit in the Toshima Ward family massacre, or whether he is just a member of a yakuza terrorist organization who panicked and fled after being yelled at by Uesugi Muneyuki because he had a gun.
As the saying goes, when catching a thief, you need the stolen goods; when catching an adulterer, you need both.

Naturally, capturing them alive would maximize the credit and secure the greatest victory.

But is that even possible?
"We'll try our best!" Inspector Ichijo's expression was grim. Of course, he also wanted to capture him alive, but this ghost had already taken two lives from the Metropolitan Police Department! And seriously injured one!

Moreover, during a nationwide live broadcast, this ghost visitor nearly kidnapped a child as a hostage! If it weren't for Inspector Okada of the Special Missions Unit risking his life to save the child, our Japanese police would have become an international laughing stock!

If the Metropolitan Police Department were to let the other party escape instead of trying to capture them alive, this outcome would be unacceptable to the Metropolitan Police Department no matter what. The only explanation they could give to the outside world was to find the person alive or dead!
“Let us participate,” said Inspector Uesugi Muneyuki, who was somewhat hesitant.

"Impossible! Are you kidding me!" A police inspector finally couldn't hold back any longer: "The other side has a gun! And it's an M1911 pistol, which is far more powerful than the small revolvers you detectives carry! This guy has already killed two of our officers with a pistol!"

"According to the Metropolitan Police Department's orders, every SAT is already equipped with an M4A1 or MP5! And kill warrants are issued, snipers are in position, what are you guys doing?" Inspector Ichijo was quite exasperated: "Get back, all of you! No more deaths! Leave the rest to us SATs! Your Special Missions Unit has already seriously wounded one person, isn't that enough?"

"Now, immediately, leave the scene! That's an order!"

A police inspector almost roared, signaling to Uesugi Muneyuki's Special Missions Unit members to get out of the way.

Uesugi Muneyuki's face was very ugly. Although the police inspector was very impolite, he knew that it was for their own good.

The killer had a gun! And it was said to be a high-caliber handgun, the kind that could pierce through a bulletproof vest with a single shot.

He himself wasn't too afraid of bullets, but Erena and Igarashi...

"Get out of the way, I'll repeat myself one last time!" A police inspector gestured for them to get lost. He glanced at Uesugi Muneyuki again and said in a low voice, "I will give the order to capture them alive if possible."

"Thank you." Uesugi Muneyuki finally nodded.

With the Special Missions Division withdrawing, SAT's all-out offensive began amidst great anticipation.

A helicopter hovered low overhead, its bright light fixed on the area where the ghost had last disappeared.

The other aircraft hovered in the relatively safe side, its cabin door open, and the muzzles of two SAT snipers, like the pointers of death, were firmly locked in their infrared scopes, watching for any gaps where the Ghost might appear.

What was once a technological sanctuary is now a cold graveyard of reinforced concrete. The massive glass dome has long since shattered, leaving only a grotesque skeleton piercing the gray sky.

The abandoned concept car skeleton, the collapsed exhibition stand, the scattered building material pipes and the twisted metal billboards form a three-dimensional maze full of death traps, with the sea breeze carrying salty fish and dust, howling through the holes.

Like a wounded lone wolf, the Ghost of Ikebukuro frantically traversed this concrete jungle, the wound on his body from Inspector Okada's thrust burning with pain, the heavy body of the M1911 a reminder of his remaining seven bullets.

Overhead, two Metropolitan Police Department helicopters loomed like deadly vultures, their massive rotors blasting against his eardrums. Powerful searchlights, like the judgmental gaze of a god, swept across the ruins, tearing apart the shadows where he was hiding time and time again. The red dot on the infrared photoelectric turret, like the tongue of a venomous snake, coldly darted among the broken walls and rubble.

The exhibition center was not very large and had been abandoned for a long time, so there was almost nothing usable.

Sirens blared from all directions as the SATs poured in, cautiously searching for the Ghost's location and quickly forcing him to flee into the depths of the ruins.

"Ghost of Toyoshima District! You are completely surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately! This is the final warning!" The voice from the helicopter's loudspeaker, refracted through the ruins, echoed with a metallic scraping sound, and coldly poured into the Ghost's ears.

The only response was a deathly silence deep within the ruins.

The Ghost was huddled behind the overturned skeleton of a hydrogen-powered concept car, breathing heavily, sweat and dust condensing on his helmet visor. He removed his helmet, revealing a face with distinctly mixed features, now contorted with madness and despair, his dark brown curly hair soaked with sweat and clinging to his forehead. His eyes scanned the heavy M1911 in his hand, then glanced at the remaining magazine. Bullets were his countdown to death.

Is there any way to escape?

The ghost pondered for a long time.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something.

The ghost has moved! And the moment he moves, the SAT immediately spots the target!

"Target confirmed! Repeat, target confirmed!"

A superintendent immediately gave the order: "Alpha squad, Bravo squad, storm in! Charlie squad, provide fire support! Delta squad, authorize final decision! Gas and stun grenades, deploy!"

"Whoosh—! Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"

Several cylindrical CS tear gas canisters were accurately launched into the area where the Ghost was fleeing and hiding! Immediately following were several high-powered stun grenades!

This is the final arena, where the dance of mad beasts and the crushing teeth of the state apparatus will soon take place in this desolate concrete jungle in a final life-or-death showdown. The sun at nine o'clock on the morning of the Emperor's birthday will witness this judgment, which is fifteen years overdue, descending in the most tragic way!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The stun grenade exploded in mid-air! Instantly releasing over 1 million candrades of blinding light and a terrifying noise level of over 180 decibels! Even though the Ghost covered his ears and closed his eyes, the all-pervasive light still penetrated his eyelids, burning his retinas into a blazing white!
The massive sound waves slammed into my skull like a hammer blow, instantly robbing me of my balance and sense of direction! All that remained in the world was a piercing ringing in my ears and a blinding white light!
"Pfft—!"

Tear gas filled the air simultaneously! The acrid, pungent smoke, like a living thing, pierced his mouth, nose, and eyes! His respiratory tract and conjunctiva instantly felt like they had been doused in boiling oil; the burning pain made it impossible for him to breathe or see! Violent coughing and vomiting overwhelmed him! Tears, snot, and saliva flowed uncontrollably! He felt as if he had been thrown into a scalding, toxic gas hell!
"Cough...cough cough cough!" The ghost let out a beast-like howl of pain, his curled-up body convulsing violently. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse under the onslaught of bright light, noise, and excruciating pain.

"Target confirmed! Southwest region! Behind the courtyard of the exhibition hall ruins!"

"Charge! Charge!" The well-trained SAT team members, braving the lingering effects of tear gas and bright light, surged in from multiple directions like a black tide!

Ghost's survival instinct made him struggle to lift the M1911 and blindly fire wildly towards the entrance he remembered!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots echoed through the ruins, bullets hitting concrete and metal, sending sparks flying.

"Thud!" One of the fastest-charging SATs was hit in the thigh. He screamed and staggered to the ground as the spray of blood hit him. Fortunately, the bullet did not break the bone, but only pierced the thigh muscle. The gunshot disrupted the seemingly inevitable charge. Almost instinctively, the SATs immediately sought cover and dared not advance any further.

Japan has enjoyed a long period of peace, and even its most elite SATs don't have much experience in gunfights. They can't be like the US SWAT. Moreover, the fact that the SATs had shot and killed two policemen while wearing bulletproof vests made them hesitant. So the SATs immediately stopped and threw another wave of stun grenades and tear gas at the Ghost's location!
Another violent cough and groan came from the location where the Ghost was hiding, indicating that he had been hit.

"Ready!" The fifth captain of SAT raised his hand to signal a moment. The SAT members behind him immediately used infrared night vision devices and thermal imagers to penetrate the smoke, intending to confirm the other side's figure.

Through a thick cloud of smoke, the ghost that had been hiding in the courtyard had vanished without a trace!

"Captain! The Ghost is gone!" the SAT team member cried out in anguish.

"What???!!!"

Without further hesitation, the remaining SATs charged into the courtyard, braving the smoke from tear gas and the lingering flashes of stun grenades.

It's gone! It's really gone!
What was left for SAT was a manhole cover.

The ghost has escaped into the sewers!

Looking at the dark manhole cover, the SAT students looked at each other, and none of them dared to go down.

The enemy has a gun! Going down like this is like the Calabash Brothers rescuing their grandfather! Who knows how many bullets they have left?

But... if we just let the ghost escape like this, wouldn't the SAT and the entire Japanese police force become a laughing stock worldwide?

This is troublesome!

SAT immediately reported to his superiors.

"Target escaped into the sewers! Repeat! Target escaped into the sewers through the manhole cover!"

"Tsk!" A police inspector in the forward command center angrily punched the back seat of the armored vehicle.

Simata!!!
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Meanwhile, in the long-neglected sewers.

The Ghost's vision remained blurry, with only distorted and swaying light and shadow. His ears rang sharply, and his lungs felt like they were being pulled by bellows, each breath bringing a burning pain.

Motherf**ker, they've really had their fill of stun grenades and tear gas this time!

The Ghost cursed inwardly, "This won't end until I escape!"

But is it really possible to escape?

Despair, like a cold tide, completely overwhelmed the ghost that had committed such heinous crimes.

He still doesn't understand how he was discovered.

He happened to land in Tokyo Bay after many years, and after hearing that it was popular, he watched the episode of Fuji TV's "God's Hand" program. Unexpectedly, he saw his own case on the show. In his confusion, he found it extremely interesting. When he heard that a 15th anniversary flower-laying ceremony was going to be held there, he was filled with emotion and decided to go to watch the ceremony and enjoy the beautiful sight of the police bowing and apologizing.

The apathetic crowd, the incompetent police—a sense of superiority arises from his control over the entire situation and his view of all living beings. He is the true protagonist of this unsolved case, the victor hidden in the darkness.

Great, needless to say!

As for the risks? They're negligible!
His appearance has changed over time.

The original site has been completely demolished and turned into a park.

Mixed-race features are not surprising in today's diverse Tokyo.

The physical evidence from that year (shoes, clothes) has long been destroyed.

Moreover, he was very careful, only observing from a distance.

How could they have discovered that? That's unbelievable!
Having been bombarded with stun grenades and tear gas during his escape attempts, Ghost could barely see anything more than three meters away. After running a few steps, he began to retch and cough, unable to stand steadily. The world spun around him, and the ringing in his ears felt like an explosion, making him dizzy and disoriented.

But he still wanted to escape! He didn't want to be captured alive, didn't want to face trial, and even less did he want to die under the hail of bullets from those policemen!

Just as he staggered around a corner...

“It’s over!” A cold voice rang out from the side of the sewer.

Several figures, like vengeful spirits leaping from the edge of hell, burst out from behind a collapsed concrete pillar! They weren't fully armed SAT members, but rather members of the Special Missions Unit of the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, dressed in uniform suits!
Uesugi Muneyuki stared coldly at the ghost.

Hmph~ Trying to escape?
Sas, come and count your sins!

(End of this chapter)