When the police car roared and its red and blue lights flashed, it arrived at Kabukicho.
The place was already filled with corpses. The disheveled guests huddled in the darkness and shivered. The pungent smell of blood made the police officers who got out of the car pale.
"Ruined."
As the Inspector General of the Japan Metropolitan Police Department, Ichiro Tojo looked at the river of blood slowly flowing in the silent high-rise building, and knew how much panic this incident would cause to the public once it was publicized.
"Criminal, a call from the Metropolitan Police Department."
The subordinate's patrol officer handed over the walkie-talkie, and Tojo Ichiro pressed the call button.
The next second, the man's voice from inside made the inspection director unconsciously tighten his legs and stand upright.
Just because the person talking to him now is the top official of the Metropolitan Police Department, the Oshima Police Chief.
"Tojo, I'm clear about the matter. This is a gang operation. Innocent people have been moved to safe areas with the assistance of the police, and the casualties are within control."
Oshima Yuki's opening words set the tone for the entire tragedy.
"Yes, I understand. We cannot let this terrorist attack cause panic to the surrounding people." Tojo Ichiro nodded and asked tentatively: "But who are the two gangs involved in the conflict?"
"The motorcycle gang called the Royal Anglican Knights, what happened in the Showa Society was caused by this group of stupid, pig-like delinquents. And..."
Oshima Sachi's whispered curses suddenly stopped, and Tojo Ichiro waited in silence.
"And the Noda group."
About thirty seconds passed before the inspection director who was on duty heard such a name.
Noda group? Which Noda group?
It seems that Tojo Ichiro has never heard of such a famous gang in the Japanese underworld.
Wait, it can't be the Noda team responsible for unblocking sewer pipes.
Tojo Ichiro remembered that he once met Hiroshi Noda, the second generation member of the Noda group, on the way to the parking lot.
The guy was wearing a blue work uniform and a helmet, and was crawling out of the sewer pipe in a dirty manner.
He only wiped his face with a white towel and then came forward respectfully to hand over his business card, as if he wanted to ask about the city government's future projects.
That man would have such courage and determination to lead his plumbers to kill this building until it became a river of blood?
Tojo Ichiro only felt that the world was crazy, but his instinct as a policeman told him that this matter must not be so simple.
"Okay, let's do it like this. Public relations must be done well, and the public must understand that those who died in this incident are all underworld scum."
Before Tojo could ask any more questions, the person on the other end had already hung up the phone in a hurry.
"You seem to hate the underworld?"
In the Metropolitan Police Headquarters building, fifty-year-old Oshima Yuki was being pointed at a black gun.
"It is hard for any citizen to imagine that the top officer of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department would be held at gunpoint by a gangster at this moment."
Oshima Yuki is slightly chubby and has a mustache.
Although the young man opposite showed his white teeth and made a provocative smile, he still maintained his instinctive anger.
"You are very smart. As long as you do as we say, we will not have the idea of replacing you."
Akechi Asaya ignored his anger. As long as the curtain call was arranged according to the plan of the Snakekihachi family, they were certainly generous enough to allow the actors to express themselves freely during the performance.
"But I'd rather you die."
Oshima Sachi breathed a sigh of relief. Since he took the position of Police Director, he only learned about this group of lunatics hidden underground in Tokyo from the previous Police Director.
From what he has seen over the years, 80% of the cases where the police could not find the murderer or even the deceased were directly or indirectly related to this organization.
"I understand your feelings very well. Just like climbing a mountain, people always think that as long as they climb the highest mountain, they can touch the clouds and connect with the sky."
The young man with wild eyes sat across from the desk, looking sideways at the powerful officer.
"But you have to know that having power that is beyond the reach of ordinary people means you have to bear risks that are unimaginable by ordinary people. Maybe the sky you yearn for is not holy and majestic."
Akechi Asaya looked at Oshima Yuki, whose eyes were gradually becoming blank, and smiled coldly.
"So, goodbye."
The young man put away his gun, slowly retreated to the balcony, and jumped down under the gaze of Oshima Sachi.
It was very windy on the 18th floor, when Oshima ran to the balcony and looked down. Only the strong wind blew his hair messily, there was no one below, and his face instantly became ugly.
"Is it necessary to design a special exit action every time?"
Akechi Asaya, who was hanging on the sixteenth floor with one hand, swung into the window. When he fell, he grabbed the transparent silk thread that had been tied up, but he was almost pulled by the inertia and his arm was dislocated.
"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, we are mixed races. In the words of the elders, in the eyes of mortals, we have to show a little bit of difference as a god."
The descendant of the Feng Demon Family who cooperated with him smiled.
When talking about the history of the origin of the Snake Qiba family, isn't it based on the extraordinary ability of hybrids to establish the color of myth among the people?
But with the development of science and technology, the hybrids who used to be able to suppress ordinary people with swords have to adapt to the changes of the times and learn firearms and intelligent technology.
Even though they are still comfortable in the new era, the elders of the Sheqiba family feel the pressure. That is, their voice has become weaker with the development of technology.
This is impossible to do, because firearms can be mass-produced, but mixed-race species are still a minority.
There are radicals among them who believe that a stronger bloodline is needed to completely widen the gap with mortals.
"If the young master were standing here, even if he hadn't finished reciting a sentence of royal power, it would be enough for this old guy to lower his noble head and bow to the Sheqi family."
Akechi Asaya rubbed his sore shoulders with a hint of envy in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that the ace commissioner of the Executive Board would lose his mind for a moment." The companions of the Feng Mo Family turned off the lights, and their golden eyes shone brightly in the dark night.
Under the neon-lit streets, Li Yongyuan was still wearing the heavy cycling suit. He took off his gloves and pressed the keys on his phone to send a message to Eriyi.
It’s just that the content of the chat seems to be teaching the little girl how to escape from the control of her family.
He said that when he comes to Japan next time, he will break all the shackles on Eriki and let the caged bird find true freedom.
According to the information left by Li Chengqian, Eriyi, Yuan Zhisheng and Kazama Ruri seem to be the petri dishes for three imperial blood samples.
Therefore, Li Yongyuan wanted to obtain the genetic sequences of the three of them at the same time, and sequence and compare them one by one with Shang Shangyue's genes to find out whose body the real key to the White King's awakening lies.
"Fengjun, Eriyi should go to bed early so that I can see you earlier." The little yellow duck's head jumped and said innocent words.
"Mark my words, if you can't run away, call me."
Li Longyuan emphasized.
"Okay, good night. (?>?
Eriyi replied obediently.
"Good night."
Li Longyuan turned off the light of the screen, and the smell of blood on his body was slowly washed away by the night rain.
