The Tokyo Police Journey Begins with the Ability to See Evil Thoughts

Lance also noticed the anomaly, but he didn't really believe the police's lies to begin with, and was considering whether to go on a killing spree.

Just then, two walkie-talkies were thrown out from behind the motorcycle and landed on the ground with two loud thuds.

"There's no need for a hostage exchange. You can leave by shooting out the walkie-talkie and the motorcycle tires, but remember, you must release the hostage within 50 kilometers, otherwise you will never escape Kawasaki."

Lance was overjoyed and quickly shot the walkie-talkie several times, then spoke:

"This officer is really easy to talk to. Well then, you guys get behind the motorcycle, I'm going to shoot the front tire out."

Everything was progressing smoothly as he had anticipated. The front tire of the motorcycle was shot out, and the deflated tire lay sprawled on the ground.

Lance was secretly delighted. As long as he got into the car immediately, the two policemen wouldn't be able to catch him in a short time, and his escape plan would succeed.

Run 50 kilometers?

He scoffed inwardly. Why go that far? It would only take another ten minutes or so.

I'll scare the woman in the passenger seat so she'll keep driving, and then I'll take the opportunity to sneak into the mountains I've already scouted. Do they really think they can catch me with their limited skills?

However, just as Lance was about to get back into the car...

But a person stepped out from the motorcycle side.

It is Kamiya Gen.

He gripped the gun with both hands, the muzzle slightly lowered, and walked towards them step by step, completely exposed to Lance's line of sight with no cover around him.

"Step back! Take one more step forward and I'll shoot this woman dead!"

Lance's brows furrowed sharply. He quickly raised his pistol again, roaring a warning, and instinctively crouched down, using the car door as cover, fearing that he would be shot in the head.

Kamiya Gen ignored his threat completely, continuing his steps without stopping, and spoke in a cold and serious tone:

"According to Article 224 of the Japanese Penal Code, you have committed a serious criminal offense by taking hostages with a gun and firing at police officers!"

You are hereby ordered to immediately lay down your weapons, surrender, unconditionally release the hostages, and submit to capture!

If you refuse to cooperate and continue your harmful behavior, I will take coercive measures in accordance with the law, and you will bear all legal consequences. There will be no leniency!

In the current situation, there's really no need to recite any laws or regulations, but Kamiya Gen has to speak.

On the one hand, he secretly planned that if this guy really went crazy and killed the hostage, he would have an excuse to prove that he had been warned in advance if he was sued in court.

On the other hand, he did it on purpose—to keep the other person's mind constantly on edge, preventing them from being as calm as before.

To be honest, even Kamiya Gen himself couldn't calm down.

He was completely exposed, facing a guy with a gun, and who knew if the guy would shoot him at any moment.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, he looked up at Lance, his tone still calm:

"The pistol you're holding, if I remember correctly, only has a seven-round magazine. You used five rounds to shoot the walkie-talkie and the tire, so you only have two shots left."

Lance's heart sank, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes, yet he still roared fiercely:

"So what if it is? Even with just one shot, I can kill this woman instantly!"

"I warned you, if you insist on killing the hostages, I guarantee you won't be able to fire a second shot."

Kamiya Gen stopped in his tracks; the distance was now just about right.

Lance didn't dare to fire either; he sensed the ruthless, thuggish nature of the American cops from this young policeman.

They really will empty the magazine at the slightest provocation...

The two sides inexplicably fell into a stalemate, which lasted for several seconds.

Until Kamiya Gen raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at the side, and slowly spoke:

"Mr. Lance, I have a proposal. Would you like to hear it?"

"You...you tell me."

Lance's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. He was completely flustered by Kamiya Gen and had no idea what the policeman was going to do next.

"Don't you Americans all like duels? I'll count to five, and we'll both fire at each other at the same time. If you hit me, I'll immediately back down; if I hit you, you surrender."

—What kind of proposal is this?

Lance thought he was crazy and immediately retorted, "You're insane... You have no cover around you, and I..."

How will you know if you don't try?

Kamiya Gen didn't give him time to think and shouted:

"five!"

Lance immediately turned his gun around and fired directly forward.

This person is mentally ill; you cannot communicate with him using normal thinking.

In the firelight, the two opened fire almost simultaneously.

Lance squinted slightly, feeling no pain and the car door hadn't been hit.

"That madman...good riddance..."

He murmured to himself, his inner elation overpowering his panic, and quickly prepared to turn around, get back into the car, and continue his escape.

But then, they heard a sound coming from the other side.

"You're really being unreasonable; you only counted one number."

Lance peeked out from behind the car door and, seeing that Kamiya Gen was still standing there unharmed, even raising an eyebrow at him, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Impossible, that shot just now must have been..."

Kamiya Gen smiled slightly: "What's there to question? I just fired a shot that hit the bullet you fired. It's a very simple matter."

He spoke very quickly, continuing, "You have one bullet left, you can try again, I'm going to start counting."

Normally, Lance should immediately turn his gun on the hostages and threaten them again, but he was completely stunned and hadn't recovered from what had just happened.

What does it mean to... shoot yourself and get hit by a bullet that you fired?

Is this guy crazy?

No, he's already sick, he shouldn't have stopped the car in the first place...

"five!"

Kamiya Gen's voice rang out again.

Lance shakily raised his pistol.

"Four!"

"three!"

He took a deep breath, preparing to pull the trigger and stake everything on this bullet.

But then, I felt a pain in my wrist.

Lance instinctively turned his head and saw a short-haired girl standing in front of him.

Without pausing, Muheyou kicked away Lance's pistol and simultaneously braced his left foot against the back of Lance's knee, tripping him forcefully. Lance lost his balance and leaned forward instantly.

Immediately afterwards, she slipped her right hand under Lance's armpit and locked her elbow tightly around his neck, forming a standard naked choke position.

With his left hand, he pressed down on Lance's nape, using the strength of his jaw to press down even harder, locking his neck tighter and leaving him no room to struggle.

A moment later, Lance's body went limp, and he almost suffocated.

Muheyou seized the opportunity and handcuffed him to the car door before getting up from the ground.

She was extremely excited; everything was exactly as she had predicted.

Kamiya confronted the enemy from the front while he circled around to launch a sneak attack from behind.

Where on earth can you find such a powerful partner, capable of using bullets to block bullets...?

wrong!

Muheyou suddenly looked up at Kamiya Gen and saw that he was almost unable to stand, his arm hanging limply, and blood was flowing down his shoulder.