No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

“That’s right, Kitahara Masaki’s identity still has great value. If you are exposed to the Public Security Bureau, then I will take care of you.”

"Ugh, why does the organization always force people to choose sides? Being a fence-sitter is the choice most people make!" After hearing this rather crude plan, Kitahara Masaki finally understood—Karasuma Renya was getting anxious. He was eager to seize Japanese resources to pave the way for his grand plan of immortality. The Miyano sisters' escape probably made him realize the plan was slipping out of his control. For an arrogant schemer like him, this was an intolerable deviation. However, he couldn't get rid of Gin because of this incident; in fact, Gin was already one of his most loyal and capable subordinates. If he transferred Gin away, he would have to send Rum to oversee Japan, but that felt like a waste.

Hmm... But these are all just Kitahara Masaki's speculations. It's possible that Japan's plans are just a smokescreen, and he only told Gin what he really wanted to do.

"What about collaborators? I can't possibly let Vermouth participate; she'd be too conspicuous. Don't tell me that I'm the only one who can handle such a difficult task."

"Heh, it seems you're better suited for sniper missions. Never mind, Curaçao will assist you. You just need to maintain one-on-one contact with her, and I'll send the details to your phone."

After saying that, Gin hung up the phone.

Chapter 139 How many floors does a bag of rice have to be carried up?

"At the time, due to the redevelopment of the land, it was rumored that an insider in the Public Security Bureau pointed out that Hamada, the chairman of the Policy Research Council of the Democratic Party, had accepted bribes to reveal inside information in exchange for shares in several companies."

"He also contacted several celebrity agents and used more than 20 women as tools for the transaction. One woman was hospitalized with serious injuries and was found suffocated to death in bed three days later."

"His son, Katsuki Hamada, also has a long history of misconduct. He fled the scene after causing a traffic accident, used his father's power to bribe traffic police to delete surveillance footage, and even hired a hitman to eliminate the woman sitting in the passenger seat at the time of the accident."

A group of young people, trembling with anger as they looked at the online reports and the evidence presented in the newspapers, glanced at the clock which had just turned to six in the morning, and asked a woman beside them:

"Ms. Hayami, Representative Hamada makes sure to leave home at the exact time he wakes up in the morning so he can bump into kindergarten children who happen to be passing by and then put on a show by greeting them. Is that right?"

“That’s right, this has become a routine for Representative Hamada.”

Curaçao, now using the alias Hayami Yukie, spends her time as a companion to these innocent children. She first enters their hearts by playing the role of a caring older sister, then gradually guides their minds into a pre-constructed information cocoon, making them obsessively believe that the only solution is to deal with these bribed politicians.

Now, this group of young people, who are legally adults but still immature in their mindset, are holding guns they've only had for a few days, loudly cursing the senator they're about to attack, and threatening to make Japan suffer!

They need to experience a chaotic attack so that the Japanese will appreciate the Black Organization's ability to control the underworld.

This is the plan Rum told Curaçao about, and it's also the reason she gathered this ragtag group of potential criminals. With the organization's encouragement, this ragtag group will probably become famous soon.

"Shall we set off now?"

"No, you need to postpone it a little longer. Have you forgotten the details of the plan?"

"How could that be, Miss Hayami? Your plan is truly amazing. I can hardly wait."

Time quickly passed to eight o'clock. It was the time when the kindergarten children were passing by the residence of Representative Hamada. The reporters swarmed around him the moment he appeared, chasing after him and asking questions about insider trading. However, the shrewd old man naturally did not answer any questions directly, but simply smiled and greeted the children.

drip.

"We'll proceed after the children leave."

Curaçao, who received the text message, did not reply. She simply stood quietly outside the human wall and watched. After the kindergarten children had all left, the young men who had been eager to join in rushed forward after receiving Curaçao's signal. They unfurled protest banners and began to berate Representative Hamada. The reporters present naturally wouldn't miss such an interesting conflict. Their cameras were focused on the several young men protesting the disclosure of income, and on Representative Hamada, whose face gradually darkened under the insults.

The bodyguards around the senator were trying to push aside the crowd of protesters to get him into the car, but they didn't expect that the protesters were mostly young and strong people, and they couldn't push them aside in a short time.

The roads between the residential buildings in Japan are barely wide enough for one car to pass at a time, so the sudden surge of protesters completely blocked one side of the road. In addition, the pianist from Zaun in the protesters kept spouting beautiful Japanese phrases, and everyone's attention was focused on the conflict between the bodyguards and the protesters. Although Representative Hamada was surrounded by bodyguards, there was actually a gap in his protection.

boom!

A cloud of blood rose from Representative Hamada's head, and before people could even react, the man who had 300 million yen in cash hidden in his home was already dead.

Kitahara Masaki, who was in charge of the sniping, slipped away along a side path, keeping an eye on the surveillance cameras along the way. He ran all the way to the restroom in a nearby park, took off his disguise, and transformed back into Kitahara Masaki. He then sat down on a park bench, circling around the stray cats, waiting for Inspector Megure's call.

Beep beep! ! !

"Brother Kitahara! Something terrible has happened! Representative Hamada has been shot dead!"

"Hamada? Who is he?"

"Ah, in short, he was a guy with a lot of connections, but now he's been killed during a media shoot!"

"That's none of our business. These kinds of things are usually left to the police to investigate, aren't they?"

"Ahem, but the public recognizes your face now! If you don't go, it will be a huge blow to the Metropolitan Police Department's reputation. It would be fine if there were no media filming, but now the media has gone from reporting on bribery to reporting on a murder case!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

In fact, after receiving Gin's mission order, Kitahara Masaki was thinking about how to make everyone think that they were a group of people who didn't care about order and pursued chaos to commit crimes. Naturally, the most obvious criminal statement would be made after assassinating the senator.

Those who were incited will continue to be used in future operations, rather than being used as disposable cannon fodder, which would be too wasteful.

While Kitahara Masaki was rushing to the scene, the Japanese police received a package with a "handle with care" seal on it.

After the bomb disposal team found no bombs inside, Amuro Tooru opened the outer cardboard box, revealing a freezer inside. Inside the freezer was a man with a bullet wound to the forehead, and a letter was placed on top of the ice.

“Mr. Amuro! The man’s identity has been confirmed. He is Katsuki Hamada, the son of Congressman Hamada who was shot this morning! Because he has a criminal record in the public security system, we found him very quickly.”

Amuro Tooru nodded. After opening the letter, he understood that it was a criminal statement from the group that shot and killed Congressman Hamada this morning.

"Heisei Tenchugumi, it seems that's their organization's name. The first victim wasn't Representative Hamada, but his son. After shooting Representative Hamada, they immediately handed over the previously hidden Hamada Katsumi to the Public Security Bureau, just to make us understand that this whole series of events isn't over yet?"

Amuro Tooru slammed his fist on the desk. Even the Black Organization has always kept its tracks hidden, unwilling to be known by the world. But now, another organization has emerged in Japan that dares to kill people in the street. It is even more blatant than the previous hacker organization, Tsukuyomi. Does it really think the Public Security Bureau is powerless?

Chapter 140 Amuro Tooru: My vacation is all gone

"Officer Kitahara! Could you share your thoughts on this case?"

"Well, we're still in the preliminary investigation stage. We're currently reconstructing the scene of the sniper's attack based on the evidence at the scene. If any reporters have any further information, please attend the subsequent press conference."

"Officer Kitahara! Immediately after Representative Hamada was shot, someone came forward and confirmed his death! This is the second case of a representative being killed recently. Can't the police even protect representatives?"

"The police are responsible for the safety of every citizen, not just the safety of councilors, but also the safety of all citizens."

"Officer Kitahara! Although you have significantly improved Tokyo's crime-solving rate, the crime rate and even the homicide rate in Tokyo have not been effectively reduced at all. Do you think you are doing a futile job?"

“When a case occurs, the police will naturally investigate it. I am acting to find the real culprit. As long as I catch the real culprit, everything I have done will not have been in vain.”

"Officer Kitahara! There's information that your girlfriend isn't actually a rich American heiress. Is it possible you've been deceived in your feelings?"

"If one's social status determines the course of a relationship, then such an attitude towards life is far too tragic."

"Officer Kitahara! Officer Kitahara!......"

Under the spotlight, Kitahara Masaki calmly answered various questions. After all, most reporters were polite enough not to say anything stupid like "give me a straight answer." And for these reporters who wanted to record something, answering their questions was enough.

Ultimately, this case will definitely be handled by the police. Just like last time, when Congressman Tunkou was stabbed to death by a secretary who had driven him to the brink, although he was first taken to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning, the National Police Agency also came and took him back afterward. This is because the higher-ups are afraid that these people are backed by some terrorist organization and that he will be the next target, so they will definitely send the most skilled criminal investigation team to find out about these things.

"Officer Kitahara, thank you for your hard work."

Amuro Tooru, who had already disguised himself, arrived at the scene. Although you couldn't tell anything from his disguised face, you could still hear the heaviness in his voice.

"Hehe, it's just to appease the reporters. I bet the police can take a much tougher stance when dealing with reporters. I'm really envious."

"But many police officers admire Officer Kitahara's ease and composure."

After exchanging pleasantries, Amuro Tooru revealed to Kitahara Masaki that he had just received a freezer containing the son of Congressman Hamada. Looking at Kitahara Masaki's completely unchanging poker face, Amuro Tooru couldn't help but sigh:

"Officer Kitahara, you don't seem shocked at all by this kind of thing."

"Fortunately, if the 'Heisei Tenchu ​​Group' only froze him, it means that the Hamada father and son will not be the last to be attacked."

"Yes, because of this terrorist organization that suddenly appeared, all the vacations of the entire public security bureau were canceled, and everyone started to investigate clues about this terrorist organization."

"Is that so? If possible, I would like to ask Officer Sasae to tell me the information you have."

Hearing Kitahara Masaki's direct request, Amuro Tooru became interested and asked:

"Isn't Officer Kitahara usually uninterested in these kinds of troublesome tasks? Why is he suddenly so interested in this case today?"

Oh, does this mean I should tell you that I am actually the murderer and that I want to adjust my plans based on your information?

"I'm just a little concerned. If they're planning to commit serial crimes, it means they already know the locations and whereabouts of many targets, and even the number of their security detail. Like this time, you can see that the sniper was very decisive. He only fired one shot and then disappeared without a trace. Moreover, he caught the bodyguards when they were vulnerable. Just based on this, you can tell that this sniper is no ordinary person. He may have had experience in the military or police force, just like in the previous Metropolitan Police Department bombing attempt case. The sniper at that time was also a problematic member of the Self-Defense Forces."

Kitahara Masaki changed the subject, steer the conversation back to the case. Amuro Tooru nodded in agreement with Kitahara Masaki's point of view. After all, assassinating a senator in front of the media was clearly different from the Black Organization's way of doing things, and as Bourbon, he had not received any orders from the Black Organization regarding this matter.

However, this time it was Amuro Tooru's miscalculation. The boss only assigned this kind of task of framing someone to Gin, and Gin only chose two members of the alcohol group who were confirmed to have been hypnotized by the boss to complete this task, namely Yavin and Curaçao.

“That’s right. At a time like this, I’d better ask you for help. If a Japanese senator is killed like this, confidence in the Public Security Bureau will be quickly eroded.”

Although Amuro Tooru said that, he wasn't worried at all. He had never worried about the status of the Public Security Bureau. After all, when important figures encountered some difficult problems, they would always think of letting the Public Security Bureau solve them in the end.

"Then I'll be going now. If there's anything else we find out later, please contact me by phone."

It can only be said that even Amuro Tooru has this kind of 'prejudice' against terrorists, thinking that these kinds of people take a few days off after carrying out an operation and then sit in front of the TV to see how the media and citizens comment on them. But unfortunately, the people controlling these kids are Yavin and Curaçao, and their purpose is not to promote terrorism, but to make the Japanese high command believe that terrorism has fallen on their shoulders.

So after saying goodbye to Amuro Tooru, Kitahara Masaki disguised himself as an ordinary high school student and went to the next attack location with a backpack he took from the car.

The next target is the Foreign Minister. This afternoon, the Foreign Minister will attend a meeting to discuss the issue of foreign students, and these issues were instigated by that group of scapegoats. Several days ago, Kitahara Masaki sent Curaçao with these hot-blooded youngsters to storm the residences of American students.

Several protests were held throughout Tokyo. In an effort to quell the anger of his American father, the Foreign Minister attended the meeting today. Details of the meeting can be found in newspapers and on his official website.

After introducing the minister and determining the meeting location, Kitahara Masaki studied various options and finally discovered from previous videos and news records that the foreign minister intended to rise to a higher level. Therefore, when attending meetings in public, he would always wave to those who looked at him and liked to wave from a position one level above the crowd.

Having discovered this pattern, Kitahara Masaki had already set up a mechanism at the meeting this afternoon, a mechanism that would allow the Foreign Minister to meet his ancestors.

Chapter 141: You Have to Choose One of Three

However, this mechanism is actually just a simple device that still requires one person to activate. The trap it sets is not a prop with the "absolute hit" attribute. If the Foreign Minister's bodyguard had been more alert, the Foreign Minister's death could have been avoided.

But even if it doesn't succeed, it doesn't matter. As long as he understands that he has walked through the gates of hell, this plan will not be considered a failure.

Disguised as a high school student, Kitahara Masaki mingled among the crowd on the first floor. It was almost time for the meeting to begin, and as expected, this Foreign Minister, who liked to show his face to the public, stood on the second floor and waved to the citizens on the first floor. After spotting his target standing near the railing, Kitahara Masaki immediately issued an order to Curaçao.

The next second, just like the group of cannon fodder who were responsible for blocking the road that morning, a group of young people carrying banners and placards rushed up to the second floor, surrounded the Foreign Minister, and shouted for him to give a direct response to the matter of his son's involvement in drug trafficking.

The bodyguards were naturally distracted again, but because there were too many people and they bumped into each other, the Foreign Minister took two steps back and put his hand on the railing. Seeing this, Kitahara Masaki once again gave instructions to Curaçao.

The next second, the cannon fodder responsible for activating the mechanism pressed the switch, and the fishing line wrapped around the railing was pulled downwards. The railing, which had already been loosened by human intervention, snapped with a crack, and the Foreign Minister, who hadn't been holding on properly, fell directly from the second floor.

Oh... I almost fell.

As he was falling headfirst to the ground, a bodyguard lunged forward and grabbed the Foreign Minister's legs, holding him firmly. The citizens on the first floor, terrified by the sudden turn of events, scattered and fled; no one stepped forward to offer to help him.

The Foreign Minister was suspended in mid-air, head down, feeling dizzy from the rush of blood to his head. He used to think of himself as a strong person who wouldn't show any change in expression even in the face of a terrorist attack, but now he was speechless after just one accidental fall.

His legs went numb, and the place being gripped felt like it no longer belonged to his body. Then, a warm sensation seemed to come from his bladder. Before he could think about what was happening, the foreign minister was finally pulled back to the second floor by his bodyguards just before he lost consciousness.

Ah, what a pity.

Kitahara Masaki, who remained standing in the same spot, filmed a video of the entire process from the Foreign Minister waving to him being dragged back like a dead pig.

Kitahara Masaki skillfully posted the video online. People on several forums were already waiting for it, and it was quickly forwarded among ordinary netizens, allowing many people who were originally discussing other topics to see the video as well.

Although the video quality wasn't great at the time, and the online atmosphere wasn't as vibrant as it had been in the past with the Tower of Babel and the Demon-Suppressing Tower, at least for now, before the police could even react, the news that the Foreign Minister had nearly fallen to his death had already spread.

Before all the intelligence agencies in Japan had grasped the full picture, ordinary people had already begun to laugh at the uncle who had wet his pants in fear.

"Huh? You peed your pants from fear like that? Wow!"