Tokyo Detective

Chapter 395 Bloodstained Night at the Metropolitan Police Department

On Sunday evening, a cool breeze blew in the early autumn night. The moon, hanging high in the starry sky, was incredibly bright, casting a golden veil of moonlight. In the shadows between the houses, figures moved quickly.

At the residence of Superintendent General Koichi Uemura, the veteran police officer is chatting with his wife.

"That Kitano guy is getting more and more reckless."

Yuzu Uemura rubbed her husband's shoulders while agreeing with him.

“He has the ruling party backing him. You don’t know whether to say you’re unlucky or lucky that you became the director at this time. You have to be timid and hesitant in everything you do. Even if the opposition wins the next election, you’ll probably have to retire.”

Koichi Uemura smiled and hugged his wife.

"Haha, of course it's good luck. I never thought I could become the director at first. The predecessor clearly wanted to be re-elected, but unfortunately he was killed in the street."

When the topic turned to the former director, the two elderly men looked a little awkward, since the new director was Koichi Uemura.

"Being a police officer is dangerous anyway, but at least my benefits are better."

"Yes, at least the pension will be higher, and you'll have to come with me on a trip then."

"Yes, yes, my dear wife."

Yuzu Uemura smiled, looking forward to her retirement.

"By then, the good young men outside should have already retreated. Although being protected is safe, it's still a little uncomfortable."

"Of course it will be withdrawn; this is all taxpayers' money."

The new government regulations now allow officials at the provincial or ministerial level and above, as well as high-ranking police officers at the superintendent level, to arrange for their own security personnel, ranging from 3 to 5 or even 10 people.

Of course, some special positions will also be assigned security personnel, but not as many as the high-ranking officials mentioned above.

It can be said that the entire Japanese government is terrified by the number of high-ranking officials who have died in recent years, which is why they approved this application that costs hundreds of billions of Japanese yen every year.

Just as the couple were chatting intimately, gunshots suddenly rang out outside, from both submachine guns and automatic rifles.

The door was suddenly opened, and an employee of the newly established government security bureau rushed in. Most of these people were retired soldiers from the defense force, and they were all quite capable.

"Director Uemura, Mrs. Uemura, please come with us. We have discovered at least four suspects storming the residence."

Yuzu Uemura's face turned pale instantly. Although she had often heard about high-ranking officials being killed and how ruthless criminals were in recent years, she was still at a loss when she encountered it herself.

"Honey, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, trust our tough guy who's protecting us."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bullet pierced through the glass and grazed past Koichi Uemura, leaving a bloody gash on his shoulder, his clothes soaked with blood.

"There's a sniper, well hidden."

Security personnel quickly drew the curtains, and the couple crouched down to listen to the gunfire outside. Fortunately, police reinforcements arrived in less than a minute.

On a high-rise building 500 meters away, a clone of Naoki Hanyu muttered to himself.

"My marksmanship is indeed superb; it's easy for me to inflict the wounds that my body had given me without causing serious injury."

That's right, this three-person clone team was just a smokescreen. Today, they created more than 40 clones. They attacked not only the Superintendent General, but also neutral ministers like Jingu Futaba, all to cover up some real targets.

Naoki Hanyu had thought it through clearly: he wanted to eliminate all those who were in his way at once, otherwise killing people later would be more or less troublesome. These bastards who were holding him back didn't deserve to be police officers.

Inside the amusement park, Shohei Takaoka, the head of the Department of Life Safety, was relaxing with his wife and son.

"I'm going to buy some ice cream. You guys wait here for a bit."

His wife, who was in her forties, smiled gently.

"I want the strawberry flavor."

The 9-year-old boy was also extremely happy.

I want two servings.

"Little glutton, be careful of cavities."

"I don't care, I don't care."

Takaoka Shohei playfully pinched his son's nose. Because he had a child at the age of 40, he doted on his son immensely.

No matter how unscrupulous he was at work, even making arrangements to wrongly convict criminals on several occasions, he was a qualified husband and father at home.

A moment later, Takaoka Shohei hurried back with three ice creams, carefully navigating the dense crowd passing by.

Just as he brushed past a figure wearing a hat, a sharp pain in his stomach made him stop. He looked down at the wound that was gushing blood, a wave of weakness and dizziness washed over him, and he knelt on the ground.

"what"

Screams soon echoed throughout the amusement park.
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At the Akutagawa residence, Ryunosuke Akutagawa was sleeping when the sound of the door being pushed open startled him awake. His police instincts kicked in, and he reached for the pistol on the bedside table.

But the next second, a hand covered his mouth with such force that he couldn't resist, and a cold voice rang out.

"It's best not to move, otherwise you might wake up your wife or kids, and I don't want to wipe out your whole family."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stood frozen in place, his face filled with terror, and could only watch helplessly as a silenced pistol was pressed against his head.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Speed"

Blood gradually stained the pillow. An hour later, Shizuko Akutagawa felt a sticky sensation on the back of her head. When she turned on the bedside lamp, a scream broke the peace of the room.

"what"
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At Kitano Kenichi's house, Kitano Kenichi was chatting with several close confidants, including Noda Obito, who was running for Minister of Criminal Investigation. They were discussing the timeline for this matter.

Kenichi Kitano looked at his subordinate and apprentice and said calmly.

"The case of Minamino Souichi has been put on hold, and the promises made by those big shots should be fulfilled soon."

Everyone's faces lit up with excitement, but they couldn't show it too obviously, so they changed the subject. "Director, hasn't Naoki Hanyu spoken out about the online criticism?"

Kenichi Kitano shook his head with a sullen face.

"That young man doesn't understand the big picture at all. He actually let the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department suffer, which concerns the treatment of all police officers."

The others didn't know what to say either, so they could only join in with a few criticisms.

Ultimately, the other party isn't without connections. Why would they help you when you're clearly targeting them? Do they really think they're fools?
Kenichi Kitano raised his glass.

"Let's not talk about him, let's keep drinking."

"cheers."

The drinks had spilled onto the table. Noda Obito finished his drink and went to the balcony. The cool autumn night breeze dispelled the drunkenness in his mind. The current situation made him unsure whether he could become the head of the criminal investigation department.

Just then, a ball of fire appeared in the darkness in the distance, and it was rapidly approaching them.

"Rockets? There are rockets! Get out of the way!"

What kind of rocket?

While the people inside were looking on in confusion, the rocket had already pierced through Noda Otto's glass and exploded inside the room.

"boom"

Flames soared into the sky, and the intense heat and explosions destroyed wood and cement, and even metal was not spared.

The flames ignited the tatami floor. Because Kitano Kenichi and the others were some distance from the windows and doors, the rocket's power only caused heavy casualties among the people inside the house, rather than wiping them out completely.

Such an explosion also alarmed the security personnel, who were stunned when they saw the room after the explosion.

"what happen?"

"Don't ask so many questions, hurry up and save them!"

Kenichi Kitano dragged himself to the edge, covered in blood from the aftershocks of the explosion. Even breathing deeply caused him pain in his lungs.

In addition, his own confidants suffered heavy casualties in the explosion, with only a few individuals clutching their severed limbs and wailing in pain.

At this moment, Kenichi Kitano's face was contorted like a demon.

"Who did it? Who exactly did it?"

Before the elderly man could even process his grief and anger, another rocket shot into the room from afar. As the old man's expression froze, the flames of the explosion completely engulfed Kitano Kenichi and the entire room.

[Ding! Intentional homicide, accumulating 6 stars of evil.]

From the bushes below the room, Noda Obito looked up in terror. If he hadn't jumped down in time and broken his leg, the explosion might have killed him.

"That was close, what a close call!"

Before Noda could finish muttering to himself, a sniper bullet had already pierced his head.

Such a gruesome scene frightened the three security personnel so much that they stopped in their tracks; the situation was beyond their capabilities to handle.

They never imagined that a mere deputy director would be taken down by two rockets.

Meanwhile, the Shiratori family is having a birthday party for Shiratori Ten'ei. In addition to Shiratori Ten'ei's family, there is also Hanyu Naoki with Akimoto Seiko and Fujiwara Mai, along with some other colleagues.

The birthday party was small, with only about a dozen people. It wasn't appropriate for a high-ranking police officer to have a grand celebration.

As the protagonist of today's story, Shiratori Ten'ei was forced by his wife to wear a birthday crown.

Shiratori Shizuka patted her husband on the back.

"You can make a wish and blow out the candles now."

Shiratori Ten'ei looked helpless, wondering how old he was and why he was still being pulled this stunt.

"No need, it's just like cutting a cake."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Shizuka instantly looked aggrieved and took out a towel to cover half of her face.

"I spent two days preparing a birthday party for you, and you still complain."

"."

Few people in the room could tell that Shiratori Shizuka was an actress, but they were happy to see it.

Just then, a bullet suddenly pierced the darkness and struck Naoki Hanyu in the chest, blood flowing from the wound.

The scene happened so fast that everyone present was stunned, and then someone shouted.

"Enemy attack."

"bang bang bang"

Bullets kept flying in from outside. A closer look would reveal that criminals were lying on the wall shooting at them. There were only a few police officers with pistols on the scene, and their return fire was too weak, so they were forced to retreat into the house.

Shiratori Ten'ei remained relatively calm, overturning the birthday table to shield his wife while simultaneously directing the others to fight and retreat.

Although Shiratori Shizuka, who was being protected, was terrified, she trusted her husband completely.

"Go back inside and wait for backup."

Amid the exchange of fire, Seiko Akimoto and Mai Fujiwara each tried to drag the injured Naoki Hanyu away. Fortunately, the two were quite strong, and their mere 130 kilograms weight was nothing to them. However, the sound of bullets hitting the side terrified the two women.

Seiko Akimoto looked at her junior.

"Mai, you can go back now. Leave this to me."

"No, I can't let you take such a risk."

(End of this chapter)