Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

He thought the child would be somewhat wary and wouldn't dare go with strangers, so he prepared candy, toys, and money beforehand. Unexpectedly, this brat picked up a toy gun, pointed it at his forehead, and made a "smack" sound, saying:

"You are dead."

"This gun is fake." Yuan Zhensheng thought he had a good eye and immediately picked the Demon Orb.

"It's not fun." The brat's mouth immediately twitched.

"Want to play with real guns?" Yuan Zhensheng continued to coax.

"Yes," the mischievous child said.

"Come with Uncle, Uncle will let you play with a real gun." Yuan Zhensheng stood up, took the little boy's hand, and instructed him, "In a little while, don't say anything, just aim the gun, and they will be too scared to speak."

"Really?" The mischievous child expressed doubt, but still followed.

The two walked one after the other to the bank entrance. Yuan Zhensheng deftly put on his bandit hat, pulled it down, bent down to open his suitcase, pulled out a 98 Mauser rifle, and fired a shot into the air.

--boom!

"Robbery! Anyone who doesn't want to die, put your hands on your heads and squat down!" Yuan Zhensheng roared.

The pedestrians on the street were initially stunned by the gunshots, and then scattered like a flock of startled birds. Some rushed into shops along the street in a panic, some huddled in corners or behind vehicles with their heads in their hands, and some were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

Screams erupted as customers conducting business and those waiting in the waiting area panicked.

Most people immediately obeyed the order, covering their heads with their hands, crouching or lying on the ground trembling, not daring to move at all; a few brave people tried to escape, but Yuan Zhensheng shot them with a single shot, breaking their legs, and they fell at the bank entrance, howling in pain.

The bank security guard glanced at the baton in his hand, then at the robber who was holding a rifle, wearing a hood, and exuding a fierce aura, and decided to lay down his weapon and surrender.

The bank manager shouted, "Our bank has no money! The armored truck hasn't arrived yet! The Sumitomo Bank on the street has money!"

They are small, privately-owned banks, products of the economic bubble and real estate speculation loans. In a few years, when the economic bubble bursts, they will all go bankrupt—but right now their accounts show a daily influx of money, a thriving scene.

Yuan Zhensheng immediately pulled down the roller shutter door, took out an iron lock from his suitcase, locked the door from the inside, closed the blinds, and then used his gun to instruct the hostages to tie each other up with cable ties.

"Please, I have a child..." the middle-aged woman cried.

The mischievous child, caught up in his playful mood, pointed a toy gun at her bottom and threatened fiercely, "If you don't behave, I'll kill you!"

"I'll tie you up! I'll tie you up!" the middle-aged woman screamed.

Yuan Zhensheng stood by, supervising the work, while simultaneously turning down the volume on his walkie-talkie and listening to the police channel, from which intermittent conversations could be heard:

"Urgent... Minato Ward... 3-chome... Bank robbery... Armed with rifles... Casualties..."

"The SWAT team... is en route..."

"Close off surrounding roads... Evacuate the crowd..."

"The negotiation expert... is on his way..."

While listening, Yuan Zhensheng was also dealing with the bank's front desk landline, setting it to relay the landline number—his old mobile phone—while keeping a watch in his hand, calculating the time it would take for the police to arrive.

Two minutes later, Yuan Zhensheng felt that the time was almost up, so he bent down and told the naughty child, "Keep an eye on them for me, I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, he put the rifle into his suitcase, hurriedly left through the back door, and ran all the way to the tram stop.

I had just boarded the tram when my cell phone rang.

Yuan Zhensheng walked into the toilet stall, and unsurprisingly, it was a call from a negotiation expert:

"Hey, you inside, listen up! I'm a police negotiation expert! Please calm down and don't act impulsively..."

"What are your demands? Please tell me, and we can talk..."

"Please ensure the safety of the hostages. I repeat, please ensure the safety of the hostages. We want to talk to you."

Genma removed the "Disguise of the Fickle One" and replaced it with the "Throat of the Stand One," speaking in Shinomiya Rin's voice:

"I am Shinomiya Masaichi's daughter, my name is Shinomiya Rin. Let my father come to the scene and talk to me, otherwise I will kill one hostage every twenty minutes."

He paused, then emphasized:

"If I don't see him at the bank entrance in twenty minutes, you can expect to collect the body of the first victim."

……

The negotiation expert looked surprised and subconsciously turned around to ask who Shinomiya Masakazu was. The riot police officers and the police chief behind him also had strange expressions. Everyone looked at each other and no one spoke.

"This... is probably a family matter, isn't it?" The director broke the silence first.

"I'd heard they had a strained relationship, but I didn't realize it was this serious..."

"How can we risk the lives of the people to spite our father? In any case, we should notify Representative Shinomiya first..."

Behind a temporary cordon, far from the core area of ​​the command vehicle, Yamamoto Koji and Yoshioka Akio leaned against a police car.

Yamamoto Koji lit a cigarette, squinting at the sealed bank entrance. The blinds were tightly shut, obscuring the view inside.

"Tsk, what a big operation." Yamamoto Koji exhaled a smoke ring, his tone revealing little tension but rather a hint of schadenfreude. "Armed robbery, hostage situation, even the SMJ has been deployed."

Akio Yoshioka peered in tentatively: "Boss, what should we do?"

"Luckily, this kind of trouble didn't happen to us; we can just stand by and watch."

As Yamamoto Koji spoke, he caught a glimpse of a reporter carrying a camera out of the corner of his eye, and quickly threw away his cigarette butt and stepped forward to stop him.

In this way, he doesn't have to risk confronting the bandits, and his boss can see him handling a public relations crisis in the media... This is the way to slack off.

"Get away! Filming is not allowed here!" He reached out to block the camera.

I thought the reporters would just say a few words and leave as usual, then go back and argue in the newspapers. But this time, the reporters pushed forward like madmen, and even more news vans sped by.

Several reporters immediately began live streaming from the scene:

"According to the latest information we have obtained from within the police force, this incident is extremely unusual, far exceeding the scope of a typical bank robbery. Reportedly, the robber inside the bank claimed to be Rin Shinomiya, the daughter of Congressman Seiichi Shinomiya!"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Koji was shocked and shouted, "Hey! Don't talk nonsense! Who told you that?"

The reporter ignored everything and continued reading at an extremely fast pace:

"Yes, you heard right! It's that same Masakazu Shinomiya, the member of parliament who recently held a campaign speech in the streets of Minato Ward, using slogans like opposing immigration and 'restoring traditional order'!"

"According to publicly available information, Shinomiya Rin is a patrol officer in the Minato Ward! A police officer has now become a hostage-taker holding dozens of people hostage, demanding that his father, Assemblyman Shinomiya Masakazu, personally come to the scene for a dialogue, or he will kill one hostage every twenty minutes!"

"Witnesses reported seeing a short robber resembling Shinomiya Rin enter the bank together with a tall male robber. Footage from the scene shows the bank's blinds closed and police negotiators engaged in tense communication."

"However, as of now, Representative Masakazu Shinomiya has not made any public response to this matter, nor has he appeared at the scene..."

……

At the same time, at the Diet Members' Office, an officer burst into the office and yelled at Masakazu Shinomiya, who was talking to someone:

"Something terrible has happened!"