Tokyo Detective

Chapter 174 Missiles Cut Through the Night
On the rooftop, William Roosevelt glanced downstairs with a gloomy face and saw that the flames had already engulfed the 4th floor. Even on the 8th floor, the heat of the flames could be felt.

Although patrol police from the Shinjuku Police Station had arrived by then, faced with the uncontrollable flames and billowing smoke, they could only evacuate the crowd and wait for support.

Soon four fire trucks arrived and dozens of fully armed firefighters were also frightened by the fire. It was not far from the fire department and it was impossible for the fire to burn like this.

Now, facing a fire that was big enough to engulf the entire building, it would take several hours to completely put it out, let alone save people. Moreover, the occasional gunshots from the building made everyone feel like they were facing a great enemy.

The sound of gunfire could still be heard under the influence of the fire, so you can imagine how intense the situation was and what was going on inside.

William Roosevelt cursed angrily.

"Damn it, who on earth is it?"

Everything happened too fast. He originally wanted the agents to kill the attacker quietly, but who knew that the man would actually close the door and set fire, directly isolating the entire building. Neither the police nor the agents who rushed back could come to support.

What hurt William Roosevelt the most was the intelligence archive that had not yet been moved. This was the result of decades of work by the CIA's Neon branch. It contained a lot of secrets and intelligence about Neon officials, which were used to threaten and exploit cooperation with America. Now, both the books and the database had been burned, and they were back to the time before liberation.

As the interim chief of the Japanese CIA, his career is probably over, and he may even face internal questioning.

There must be a traitor assisting the enemy, otherwise it would be impossible to take down all the electrical circuits, water supply, and security systems.

The sound of Gatling gun fire approaching from downstairs continued to be heard. William Roosevelt took out the controller to detonate the explosives in the corridor. If he could kill the enemy, that would be the best, but if not, it could at least delay the enemy's speed.

What the hell, someone is actually carrying a Gatling gun to cause trouble for him.
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As the explosion sounded, the helicopter's propeller started up, and the only four men left on the rooftop quickly squeezed into the helicopter.

The broadcaster is equipped with an R44 helicopter, a small helicopter that costs around 8000 million neon coins.

This thing is one of the most cost-effective low-priced helicopters in the world. In addition to the cockpit, there are 3 seats, which can usually accommodate 2 to 3 passengers. The fuselage weighs 680 kilograms, is 11 meters long and 3.3 meters high.

Four burly men squeezed inside even made the pilot feel that there was a possibility of a plane crash. After all, four of them were equal to the weight of six.

The plane slowly rose. There were many buildings around that were taller than the burning building, so the pilot planned to rise directly to the highest point.

The metal door that was supposed to be closed was suddenly blown open by the explosion, and the next second, under the gaze of William Roosevelt, a masked man carrying a Gatling machine gun appeared in the field of vision, scaring the CIA Deputy Chief of Staff to shout.

"Get higher quickly."

The next second, bullets swept around the helicopter, but fortunately the skilled pilot dodged them and flew along the building.

The metal storm swept across the remaining buildings, causing parts of the exterior walls to fall off and large areas of glass to fall.

Seeing this, Naoki Hanyu stopped shooting. Even if he had Eagle Eyes, it would be difficult to hit a helicopter flying hundreds of meters away in the pitch-black environment and under the influence of thick smoke, not to mention hitting some unlucky guys.

When the driver saw that the other party stopped shooting, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to drive higher and farther away. He did not dare to take any risks in the environment surrounded by tall buildings.

Before William Roosevelt could breathe a sigh of relief, Naoki Hanyu had already retracted the Gatling gun, picked up the Mistral launcher with two launch tubes connected together and carried it on his shoulder. He carried the nearly 40 kilograms weight without any pressure, and used his eyes to conduct infrared guidance through the detector in the middle.

He would never let his enemy leave safely. The next second, a Mistral portable air defense missile rushed out of the launch tube and reached a maximum speed of 3000 kilometers per hour after its initial velocity.

The missile's tail flame was clearly visible in the dark night, and it frightened William Roosevelt, who had just noticed it, out of his wits.

"There are missiles, leave quickly"

Before William Roosevelt could finish, the anti-aircraft missile had already hit the helicopter. The terrible explosion directly destroyed the small aircraft. The four passengers on the plane were not killed by the explosion, but were torn to pieces by more than 4 steel balls in the warhead, and then devoured by the explosion. [Ding, murder and arson, condensed 3600-star sin]

The wreckage of the helicopter fell on the top of the building in front of countless people, causing no casualties, but it also scared some people.

For example, the fire helicopter that had just taken off and was about to approach was confused. This time, the Aviation Department of the Fire Department dispatched three helicopters to quickly extinguish the fire, one of which was a rescue helicopter, and the other two were fire helicopters equipped with ammonium phosphate dry powder fire extinguishing agent.

As long as two fire helicopters spread dust, even if they cannot put out the fire, they can prevent the fire from spreading to the neighboring building.

The three helicopters are all affiliated with the Tokyo Consumer Affairs Agency under the Tokyo Metropolitan Government. They thought it was just a sudden fire, but they actually saw anti-aircraft missiles shooting at helicopters. Even for the Minister of Aviation with decades of experience, it was the first time he had seen such a scene.

Even the Shinjuku deputy chief who came to command was frightened by the scene before him. He hurriedly called the Metropolitan Police Department's Special Assault Mobile Unit and even reported to the Ministry of Defense, requesting the deployment of the defense forces.

The police can only solve the problem by using anti-aircraft missiles, they can't fight them at all.

At the Defense Minister's residence, the exhausted Defense Minister has just swallowed a sleeping pill and is about to go to sleep with the help of his assistant.

Since he resigned more than a dozen days ago, the Defense Minister has become a laughing stock in Japanese politics. After all, few ministers have resigned and apologized in decades.

He is 60 years old and probably doesn't have the energy or time to wash away the shame. He just wants to do his job well in the last time. He doesn't ask for any merit, but only for no mistakes.

Suddenly, the assistant who was about to leave received a phone call, which caused him to make a noise and disturb the old man who was falling asleep.

"Qianshan, what happened?"

"Minister, yes, yes."

Tanaka Jusan opened his eyes and shouted.

"Calm down. How can I train you to be my successor if you're like this? Just tell me. I'll take care of it if the sky falls."

"In Shinjuku, someone shot down a helicopter with an anti-aircraft missile and set the entire building on fire. I would like to ask you whether you would like to dispatch the defense team."

"Anti-aircraft missiles? Ahem."

Tanaka Jusan almost vomited out the sleeping pills he had just swallowed. Someone in the city attacked a helicopter with an anti-aircraft missile. No matter how you look at it, he has to take the blame, right?

At this moment, Tanaka Jusan felt completely disheartened.

It's already 60 years old, can you please stop using it?

I just want to serve as a minister for another three years in peace. Why have all the previous defense ministers never encountered such a mess, while he has been taking the blame since he took office?

Finally, Tanaka Jusan explained weakly.

"Let the Metropolitan Police Department handle it themselves. The defense team must not move."

"Yes."

Anyway, he will just be a coward and won't show up unless there are more than 10 terrorists.

(End of this chapter)