As a weirdo, I like being a Kamen Rider.

Chapter 82 The Out-of-Control Situation

The old-fashioned television screen shook violently, and a camera lying on the floor was filming a corner of the ceiling. A glint of cold light flashed, and the news anchor's cries mingled with the screams of the staff.

Lin Chen suddenly stood up, his hand on the communicator at his waist. But the next second, he stopped.

The masked man did not harm the female anchor. He pushed her behind the camera, turned to face the camera, and threw away the dagger.

He took out thick stacks of documents from his backpack and held them up to the camera one by one.

The paper trembled violently in his hands, the printed words and red seal clearly visible.

"My name is Kurago Genshu, number 73." His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. "One year and three months ago, I was kidnapped on my way home from get off work, and when I woke up, I was in an underground laboratory."

He held up an experimental record sheet, which read, "73rd experiment to induce superpowers, subject: Genshu Kurago, age 27."

"They injected us with a red serum, saying it would give us superpowers. Most of us died. Those who survived became their weapons."

One photo after another was held up to the camera: a child covered in tubes, a young man with cracked and bleeding skin, a man screaming in a glass cage. Each photo was labeled with a number, name, and experimental result—"Failure, Destroy," "Failure, Destroy," "Partial Success, Keep for Observation."

"They say it's to protect the country!" Kurago Genshu shouted hysterically. "But we're human too! We have families! We have friends! Why are we being used as guinea pigs?!"

The noodle shop was deathly silent. The bowl in the old man's hand crashed to the ground and shattered. Xiaoxue covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lin Chen stood there, staring at the shocking photos on the screen, his face expressionless. He had known all along that the official sources wouldn't be so clean, but he hadn't expected them to be this dirty.

Inside the G3 base, Takahiro Omuro stared at the screen when the mouse slammed to the floor. His face turned deathly pale, he gasped, and his fingers furiously tapped the keyboard.

While patrolling Shibuya, Makoto Hikawa received an urgent call from Omuro and slammed on the brakes. He turned on the car's television and saw Genshu Kurago holding up the last photograph—a group photo of more than thirty people, each face filled with despair.

"Today, I am making this evidence public." Kurago Genshu looked at the camera with a resolute gaze. "I know I don't have long to live, but I want everyone to know what those high-ranking officials really are."

Hikawa Makoto gripped the handle tightly, his knuckles turning white. He paused for a moment, then pressed the communicator: "Omuro, request operational clearance from the Metropolitan Police Department's Countermeasures Headquarters. Target: News Headquarters. Request support from nearby patrol officers."

"Hikari, it's too late," came the voice from Omuro.

Hikawa Makoto looked at Kurago Genshu's eyes on the screen, then glanced at the unresponsive application interface. He took a deep breath, abruptly turned the car around, and sped towards the news headquarters.

At 2:32 PM, Bingchuan Cheng arrived at the news headquarters in his G3-X. The building was already surrounded by reporters and onlookers, flashes of light filling the air. Special police officers, shields in hand, completely blocked the entrance.

Just as I was about to push through the crowd, a familiar voice came from behind me.

"They came too late."

Hikawa Makoto turned around and saw Hojo Toru leaning against a black police car, a cigarette between his fingers. His face was grim, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"What are you doing here?" Hikawa Makoto's voice came through the armor: "You didn't receive orders and shouldn't have acted on your own."

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"Don't give me that crap." Hojo Toru stubbed out his cigarette. "I got here ten minutes earlier than you, and all the exits in the building are already sealed off. Either we go in together, or you wait outside to collect my corpse."

Bingchuan Cheng remained silent for a moment, then stopped arguing. The two strode into the building.

The door to the live-streaming room was ajar, and there was no sound from inside. Pushing the door open, one found Canggu Yuanxiu sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, holding the last photograph in his hand. The female anchor and staff huddled in a corner, trembling.

Hearing footsteps, Kurago Gensuke looked up. Seeing Hikawa Makoto in his G3-X armor and Hojo Toru in his police uniform, he showed no fear, but rather a relieved smile.

"You've come." He placed the photo on the ground and slowly raised his hands. "I won't resist. I just want everyone to know the truth."

Hikawa Makoto stood there, looking at the scattered documents and photos on the ground. His hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock, with only his knuckles slightly tightening.

"Take him away." The voice remained steady, but upon closer listening, there was a slight, barely perceptible hoarseness.

Two special police officers went in and handcuffed Kurago Genhide. He did not resist and obediently followed them out.

Reporters swarmed around him, microphones practically shoving in his face. Flashes of light illuminated his pale face vividly. Instead of avoiding the cameras, he shouted, "Everyone, look! Your missing loved ones might be in these photos!"

"The real killers are the high-ranking officials in the Metropolitan Police Department!"

Hojo Toru suddenly stepped forward, blocking Kurago Genhide's path, and said to the camera, word by word, "I am Hojo Toru from the First Investigative Division of the Metropolitan Police Department. I swear on my badge that I will thoroughly investigate this matter and give all the victims an explanation."

An uproar erupted at the scene. Hikawa Makoto stared at Hojo Toru's retreating figure. Could this be something Hojo would say?

The communicator rang; it was Sumiko Ozawa.

"Take them back to base. Notify Lin Chen to come immediately. If Hojo Toru is willing to come, bring him along too." The voice was unusually calm, suppressing anger.

At 3:05 PM, Lin Chen arrived at G3 base. The atmosphere was oppressive; all the staff members had their heads down and no one spoke.

In the interrogation room, Kurago Genhide sat behind a table, handcuffed. Ozawa Sumiko stood opposite him, with documents spread out in front of her.

Hikawa Makoto and Lin Chen stood to the side, Hojo Toru leaned against the wall, and Omuro Takahiro sat on the corner of the table, his fingers rapidly tapping on the tablet.

"Tell us everything you know," Ozawa said coldly.

Canggu Genshu looked up at the five of them and slowly spoke.

The underground laboratory is located beneath an abandoned factory in Tokyo Bay. The person in charge is Dr. Murakami. The purpose of the experiments is to clone superhumans and create controllable super-powered soldiers.

"They kidnapped homeless people, missing persons, and ordinary people like me from all over the country. There were 327 people in total, and only 23 survived." His voice was calm, as if he were talking about someone else's story.

"Last month, the lab suddenly exploded, and the entire second basement level collapsed. In the chaos, we broke through the ventilation ducts and escaped."

Kuroko Genshu's voice remained calm, but his fingers unconsciously tightened around the handcuffs. "When I ran, I saw Dr. Murakami leading several researchers down to the third basement level, carrying several black hard drive cases. But I don't know if they survived, or if anyone was still inside after the explosion. Most of the people who escaped went into hiding, but I decided to expose this."

"Why didn't you just call the police?" Hikawa Makoto couldn't help but ask.

Kuroko Genshu laughed, a laugh laced with sarcasm: "Call the police? The higher-ups are the masterminds behind this. Where do you think Dr. Murakami's funds came from? Where do you think the captured Awakened Ones ended up? They don't want to protect the people at all; they want to capture all the Awakened Ones, either to use them as test subjects or as weapons."

The interrogation room was deathly silent.

Ozawa clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She knew from the beginning that the Metropolitan Police Department leadership was using G3, but she never expected it to be this ruthless.

Takahiro Omuro gasped, his face deathly pale as he stared at the tablet: "Captain Ozawa! We've intercepted the Metropolitan Police Department's highest-level encrypted communications! Fifteen minutes ago, they dispatched a special operations team; their target was that experimental base!"

All the light was focused on him.

"The order is: completely destroy the underground laboratory, destroy all data, and kill all survivors," Omuro said, his voice trembling.

Xiaoze was silent for a moment, then she raised her head, her eyes unusually firm.

"Omuro, locate the coordinates of the abandoned factory in Tokyo Bay immediately."

"Glacier, prepare all G3-X weapons. Depart in ten minutes."

"Hojo, take your men and block all roads around the factory. No one is allowed to enter or leave."

Everyone was stunned. They thought Xiaoze would break down in anger, but they didn't expect her to make a decision so quickly.

"We acted without orders from our superiors, which violates regulations," Hojo Toru frowned.

"Regulations?" Ozawa sneered. "When those people were using innocent people as guinea pigs, why didn't they think about regulations? From now on, G3 Team is no longer receiving any direct orders from the Metropolitan Police Department's higher-ups. All operations will be under my sole responsibility. We will only do what we believe is right."

Hojo Toru looked into Ozawa's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, I'll work with you."

"Doing this violates the Metropolitan Police Department's basic regulations." Hikawa Makoto stepped forward. "You should first gather complete evidence and submit it to the inspection department."

"What if the oversight department has also been infiltrated?" Ozawa turned his head, his eyes sharp. "Hikari, I know you follow the rules, but now the rules can't protect anyone."

Hikawa looked into Ozawa's eyes, then at the shocking photo on the table. After a five-second silence, he slowly nodded: "Understood. I'll go prepare the equipment."

Lin Chen watched Xiao Ze's retreating figure, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He had originally thought that the G3 team would collapse along with the Metropolitan Police Department, but now it seemed he was wrong.

Just then, the interrogation room door was kicked open. Ozawa's assistant rushed in, his face pale and his voice trembling: "Captain Ozawa! Something's happened!"

The group followed their assistant to the control room. News footage from around the world was playing on screens covering an entire wall.

"A large crowd gathered outside the Metropolitan Police Department, including many activists. They held signs that read 'Give Back My Loved Ones!' and 'Severely Punish the Murderers,' demanding the truth about the experiments be revealed and those involved arrested."

Small-scale protests have occurred in Osaka, Nagoya, Yokohama and other places, with the number of participants increasing rapidly.

"A complete list of the test subjects has been released, and more than two hundred people have confirmed that their relatives are on the list."

Takahiro Omuro's face was deathly pale, his fingers trembling as he typed: "Energy radar shows that over two hundred energy signals are moving toward the Metropolitan Police Department from all over the city. They are all Awakened, emotionally agitated, and their energy fluctuations are extremely unstable."

He stumbled back a step, nearly falling: "It's over—it's really over—"

"Contact the Metropolitan Police Department's countermeasures headquarters immediately and ask them how they plan to handle this."

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered. But instead of the head of the countermeasures headquarters' voice, a cold electronic voice said, "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

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"They hung up the phone." Takahiro Omuro looked up, his face grim. "I just found out that all the top officers of the Metropolitan Police Department have moved to the underground command center, leaving only some junior officers in the building. They issued a statement claiming it was a malicious rumor and that they are doing everything they can to track down the rumor-mongers."

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This statement acted as a fuse, completely igniting public anger.

On the screen, the marchers outside the Metropolitan Police Department begin to storm the police cordon. SWAT officers fire tear gas, but the enraged Awakened Ones use their superpowers to deflect the tear gas back. Glass is smashed, cars are overturned, and the Metropolitan Police Department doors are forced open.