Tokyo Detective

Chapter 477 For "Freedom and Democracy"

The incarnation of Naoki Hanyu stands on the roof of the villa, with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

"It's really simple. I can take care of it myself with one shot."

The clone's dissatisfied voice came through the communicator.

"You wouldn't have gotten this far without my help. Hurry up and retreat, or you'll be laughing your head off if you get ambushed."

"understood."

They swaggered off the roof of a villa more than 20 meters high, and the surrounding surveillance cameras had been hacked by the cyber team beforehand, so they were able to carry out the attack with impunity.

"boom"

B6 bulletproof vehicles were riddled with bullets, some bursting into flames and billowing black smoke, while others lay riddled with holes and paralyzed on the spot. As for the security detail that had just sworn to protect the Prime Minister, most of them were torn to pieces by Gatling guns, with only a few surviving.

Naoki Hanyu dodged the bullets expressionlessly, then used his Gatling gun to fire in quick succession, taking out anyone who dared to retaliate. Only after confirming that no one dared to fire back did he methodically put away his weapons.

Naoki Hanyu suddenly turned to look at the trash can not far away and issued a warning in a hoarse voice.

"I advise you not to draw your gun. Drawing your gun means certain death. You'd better think twice."

The traffic policeman behind the trash can did have his hand on his holster, but one sentence from the other man made him tremble all over. He didn't even have the courage to draw his gun. It took two minutes before he dared to slowly raise his head.

Seeing that the vicious thugs had disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief and started calling for backup, realizing he had forgotten to call for backup because he was too tense.

Less than four minutes passed from the start to the end of the attack. The rapid response force, formed by the former Minister of Defense, had already blocked off the streets, and even the captain, who was in charge, was shocked by what he saw.

More than a dozen bodies were found, including the leader of the Democratic Party, the man most likely to become prime minister.

This political bigwig is now in a very miserable state, burned to a crisp and unrecognizable state. As for the dozen or so members of the Kamishiro family, the squad leader said he didn't recognize them, calling them that country bumpkin family that jumped out of the countryside.

Soon, the local police brought bad news.

"No one was detected by any of the surveillance cameras."

The squad leader was stunned. How could there be no trace of them? They were planning to give chase.

"Why isn't it there? Could the surveillance cameras have been hacked?"

"Possibly, but further investigation is needed."

"Hey."

The squad leader and the other members of the rapid response unit couldn't help but sigh. Despite their seemingly high ranks and elite status—the battalion commander was a superintendent, the squad leader a superintendent, and the rest were at least assistant inspectors—they all had at least that of a deputy inspector.

However, they had only been established for two months, and the only operation they had participated in was sweeping up gangs that possessed heavy weapons. Who knows where those gangs got their heavy weapons from?

However, they made no progress toward their true objective. They couldn't even find a trace of the YMCA, let alone defeat them. It was as if the YMCA had sprung up out of nowhere.

Just as people across the country were watching television during prime time, the sudden news interruption shocked them once again; this had happened many times in the past few days.

"Former interim prime minister Ryota Morinaga was attacked by the terrorist organization YMCA and died along with more than ten bodyguards."

The YMCA's actions were like a bucket of cold water poured on the fervor of the protesters. Although the leaders had made a lot of money in the past few days, they really didn't want to face the National Salvation YMCA, since the other side really did kill people.

However, whether or not to stop is not up to them, but rather what the higher-ups plan to do.

At the Prime Minister's Official Residence, Chief Cabinet Secretary Takamori Shoda was also shocked by Ryota Morinaga's death. He had seen the video released by the YMCA and realized that he was the one who had been specifically named for divine retribution, which made him afraid to even go home now, fearing that he might die on the way.

Takamori Shoda has always been perceived as having outstanding abilities and being a reliable and steady person, but even he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in the face of the current situation.

"What should I do now? Damn it, I shouldn't have agreed to him that day."

It's too late for regrets; what's needed now is a solution.

In the end, Takamori Masada picked up the phone and dialed CIA Director Jacob Bernus. There was no turning back now; the arrow had already been shot.

"I am Masada Takamori, Chief Strategist Jacob. What are your plans for the current situation?"

"I never imagined that the YMCA would be so brazen even after its leader died. But rest assured, we have prepared a comprehensive plan to deal with the YMCA, so we need Mr. Masada to take over from Prime Minister Morinaga to complete the follow-up work that is not yet finished."

Masada Takamori frowned as he listened. The other party actually wanted him to charge into battle, but could he refuse in the current situation?

As I said before, if he can't deal with the Yonko Society, he'll die sooner or later; Koizumi Jiro is a prime example.

"I need to know your so-called foolproof plan, otherwise I'm afraid I won't play along."

"We're friends, so of course we can talk about it. America has assembled a special counter-terrorism unit that's heading to Japan."

Masada Takamori's face darkened further. What country doesn't have anti-terrorism forces and heavy weapons? Do they need America's? Do they think they can equip them with hypersonic missiles? However, Jacob Bernus's next words calmed him down a bit.

"This is no ordinary unit; it is the world's first powered armored unit. The team has three real powered armored vehicles, while the rest of the members are semi-powered armored vehicles, similar to the Susanoo developed by your Mitsubishi Heavy Industries in Japan. However, I guarantee that it is definitely stronger than your semi-powered armored vehicles."

"Powered armored forces?"

Now Masada Takamori understood why the other side was so confident. The Youth Society only had one power armor left. If they didn't wipe out the Youth Society now, who knew when they would suddenly produce another one?

"when will you arrive?"

"This needs to be kept secret."

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Ultimately, Takamori Masada agreed to continue with Jacob Bernus, who in turn promised that the CIA's Neon branch would provide full assistance until the powered armored units arrived.

On the other hand, the CIA's Japan bureau chief they mentioned was completing his work as a member of the YMCA, sending out a list of protesters and their addresses, and even the time and address of a secret meeting between a senior executive of the Agency for International Development and a Japanese collaborator.

"Neon is not a place you can touch." Adolf didn't know what was wrong with him, but his disgust for the YMCA gradually lessened, and he even developed a faint sense of identification with this terrorist organization.

"This world is truly insane."

The following day, as many had predicted, the YMCA's video suppressed the surge in protests. For the first time in five days, the number of protesters decreased, dropping from 1 million nationwide to 760,000, many of whom were unaware of what the YMCA had done.

Many people in Japan have witnessed the actions of the YMCA over the past six months and have realized that although the YMCA acts like a terrorist organization, their accusations are very likely true, meaning that the Democratic Party is not clean either.

In the eyes of many young people in Japan, the Japan Youth Association is incredibly cool. They are like anti-heroes in some movies and TV shows, punishing criminals with extreme violence. They are also very principled and do not retaliate if they lose a duel. They are much better than some politicians.

In the evening, a group of young men and women wearing masks gathered together, waiting for someone to arrive.

They were the leaders who organized the protest movement. Although many of them did not know each other, it did not stop them from greeting people with smiles. After all, the arrival of executives from the Agency for International Development meant receiving money, so how could they not be happy?

Soon a dignified and elegant older woman walked in. She was probably in her fifties. Although she was wearing a mask, you could tell that she was a great beauty when she was young, and that she must have come from an extraordinary background.

This person is Isabella Albert, the Deputy Administrator for Policy and Programs at the United Nations Development Programme (UNDP). Her ancestors were French nobles who fled to America during World War II. She holds the fourth-highest position at the UNDP.

The fact that such an important figure was in charge of the event demonstrates America's high regard for her eldest son.

Isabella Albert embraced several important figures as soon as she entered, making herself appear approachable and warm.

"Thank you all for your contributions to freedom and democracy; the world will not forget you."

"That's what we, as members of Japan, should do, all for freedom and democracy."

Isabella Albert smiled and looked around at the people, then began to talk to them about so-called "freedom and democracy." The people responded enthusiastically, each vying to offer their ideas on how to disrupt Japan and bring the Democratic Party to power.

Some people directly proposed killing the leader of the Justice and People Party, and some even suggested massacring civilians to set the tone for the whole country.

Isabella Albert felt a flash of disgust. She hated having such low-level trash in her team. It was a pity that she could find such a person in such a hurry. So she patted the hand of the radical man in front of her.

"Don't be impulsive. We are all fighting for freedom and democracy, a struggle of civilization. We cannot easily cause bloodshed. Our foundation lies in ordinary people, so we need to win them over. Unless they are confirmed to be on the opposite side of us, we must never harm them."

Many people nodded.

"That makes sense."

"My thinking was completely wrong."

Isabella Albert suddenly noticed a masked man just smiling at her, seemingly without offering any suggestions, so she asked him for a suggestion.

"Sir, what do you think should be done next in the fight for freedom and democracy?"

The masked man pointed to himself.

"Are you asking me?"

"Yes."

The masked man tilted his head and said something in a shy tone that stunned everyone present.

"I think killing you all would be a contribution to freedom and democracy."

"????"

The next second, Isabella Albert watched in horror as the other person pulled out a pistol.

"boom"

The bullet pierced the woman's skull, and Isabella Albert's body collapsed to the ground in terror. The other masked men were so frightened that they tried to flee, but Naoki Hanyu, dragging the corpses of several elite CIA agents, forced them back.

Naoki Hanyu greeted him.

"Good evening, everybody."

A woman begged for mercy, her words uttered without thinking.

It's not my fault.

"boom"

"The bullet pierced his head," Naoki Hanyu said calmly.

"Let's skip the unnecessary nonsense. Now, all you proud young people, please take off your masks."

The crowd looked at each other, unsure whether to agree or not. But the next second, another man was shot through the head; it was the same guy who had just talked about massacring civilians.

"I don't want to waste everyone's time, so please cooperate."

"boom"

Another masked person has died.

"."

Soon, more than ten people present took off their masks, including many handsome men and beautiful women.

Naoki Hanyu gestured to his clone to point the camera at the first woman. She was quite beautiful, which gave Naoki Hanyu the feeling of being a VA director, since the camera was shoved right in the face of the person being filmed, and she looked terrified and shy.

"Tell me your identity and how you were bribed by America."

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(End of this chapter)