A large group of police officers walked into a private car without the Metropolitan Police Department logo.
This is an operation that should not sound the alarm.
Under the guidance of police officers from the graphic investigation department, a group of police officers hung on the back of the suspect's pickup truck from a distance without revealing any flaws.
The minivan slowly drove to the gate of the local high school. After a few brief conversations with the suspect and the security guard at the gate, the minivan was put into the campus.
"Is the access control of Didan High School so loose? As far as I know, it doesn't seem to be the case." Zong Takuza remembered that his sister would brag to him about how rigorous the academic studies at Didan High School were.
But now it seems.
Didan High School is obviously not as good as the previous generation.
"I think it was the upcoming prefectural table tennis (table tennis) competition at Didan High School that made the guard relax."
Sawada Hiroki pulled up a web page, which was promoting the prefectural billiards competition.
And I also found content about Didan High School as a competition area on the webpage.
"Well, this can be considered excusable." Few people in this world can guarantee that they can focus on work every day.
And always be alert.
Especially, Didan High School is just a high school.
Their janitors usually deal with high school students who try every possible means to jump over the wall and skip classes.
It's just that although Zong Takuya can understand it, he can't agree with it.
This is the case with many things. When the board doesn't fall on you, whatever you do is within the scope of the acquiescence.
But once something goes wrong, those violations that are usually tolerated will be found out one after another.
At least the security guard who opened the door to the suspect today may lose his job this time.
"How is the situation on site?"
"The target is now in his vehicle and appears to be waiting for students and staff on campus to leave."
Although most of the students in Didan High School have left, there are still a small number of students on duty who have not yet taken care of the classroom hygiene.
The suspect waited until the teaching building in the school was empty before the suspect walked out of the cab.
After showing a ferocious smile towards the teaching building of Didan High School, he slowly opened the double doors of the truck compartment, revealing five "buckets" half as tall as a person inside.
After carefully moving the five "buckets" into the sports warehouse, the suspect whistled and returned to the cab.
This act of planting bombs was already familiar to him.
There were no surprises in this operation.
When the suspect left Didan High School, more than half of the team from the explosive ordnance disposal class immediately separated and entered the campus with bomb disposal equipment.
It was immediately confirmed that the "bucket" was indeed a bomb that the suspect had prepared long ago.
Unlike the Tokyo Tower No. 1 bomb, the five bombs at Didan High School were set up as a dual detonation method consisting of timed detonation and remote control detonation.
As for the monitor, the suspect installed it outside the window of the second-floor exterior wall of the teaching building.
The police have not moved the monitor yet, but the bomb has begun to be defused.
At the same time, under the command of Matsumoto Kiyonaga, the suspect's minivan was continuously driven towards sparsely populated suburbs.
"Manager Matsumoto, we can't show up again. If we show up again, I'm afraid the gangsters will become suspicious."
The management officer of the Traffic Division said to Matsumoto Kiyonaga on the radio.
The main way Matsumoto Kiyonaga guides suspects to areas with sparse traffic is to arrange for police cars to conduct inspections at intersections.
A suspect with a guilty conscience is naturally afraid of what the police will find out, so he can only change his route.
Fortunately, he also wanted to leave Miwa Town, so there was no suspicion along the way.
"Thank you very much. Just leave the rest to us." Matsumoto Kiyonaga thanked the traffic section management officer and motioned for the driver to speed up.
"Start arresting now."
On the outskirts of Mikka Town, there were suddenly many vehicles on the usually sparsely populated road.
Some followed behind the truck, while others accelerated past the truck and then braked.
The suspect sitting in the driver's seat suddenly changed his expression.
At this time, even the most obtuse person should know that he has been targeted. Scenes of police arresting criminals in movies and TV shows constantly flashed through the suspect's mind.
So he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel hard to the left.
After knocking down half of the wall, the suspect's truck successfully blocked the entrance to the alley. The suspect jumped out of the cab with a shake of his head and ran into the depths of the alley in panic.
The main theme of this wave is panic.
Facing the fleeing gangsters, Matsumoto Kiyonaga was not anxious at all.
If it were placed in other areas, Matsumoto Kiyonaga might be worried, but this is Miwa Town.
The most complete police surveillance network.
Even in small alleys where few people visit, there are still surveillance cameras produced by the Suzuki factory.
Police officers from the graphic detective department also provided them with the location of the gangsters in real time in the surveillance hall.
"Attention, the gangster is running towards a dead end. Please pay attention to intercept and arrest him."
Under the command of the Picture Detective Department, Matsumoto Kiyonaga and his gang quickly found another entrance and quickly approached the desperate gangster.
Just when he was still a corner away from the gangster, Matsumoto Kiyonaga stopped, and all the detectives also stopped in tacit agreement.
Four or five police officers from the explosive ordnance disposal squad smiled gratefully at Matsumoto Kiyonaga. They held the Taser and Dr. Agasa police spray in their hands and walked into the alley with a grin.
Of course, the one who leads the way is the most powerful Miwako Sato.
Continuous and shrill screams and cries for help resounded in the alley.
The police officers from the photo investigation department tacitly turned off the cameras in the alley.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga seemed oblivious to the situation in the alley, and took out the radio to contact Sotakuya.
"Chief Zong, fortunately, we are arresting the gangster. It may take a while."
"Well done, I'll go over now.
I hope you can arrest the gangster successfully when I arrive. "
"clear."
Matsumoto Kiyonaga stood up straight and replied to Sotakuya.
It takes forty-five minutes at the fastest to get here from the Metropolitan Police Department. In other words, Sotakuya left nearly an hour of "venting anger time" for the explosive ordnance disposal team.
The gangster's own thoughts were tacitly ignored by Sou Takuya and Matsumoto Kiyonaga. There was no possibility of the gangster turning over in this case.
An hour later, Sou Takuya came to the entrance of an alley in the suburbs. Matsumoto Kiyonaga personally opened the car door for Sou Takuya.
As soon as he got off the car, Sotakuya asked Matsumoto Kiyonaga: "Where are the gangsters?"
Matsumoto Kiyonaga looked troubled: "This... Section Chief, I'm afraid you need to see it for yourself."
When Sotakuya walked into the alley where the suspect was, he was greeted by an unsightly sight.
Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako stood aside in embarrassment, their cheeks flushed, while Mori Kazuyasu from the explosive disposal class stood alone and calmly.
The colleague next to him was at least five meters away from him.
What made Sotakuya most curious was the gangster on the ground who looked like he had been screwed. He was lying on the ground in disheveled clothes, twitching from time to time.
It's disheveled in the truest sense of the word.
So Takuya took a deep breath and asked seriously: "Who the hell took off the gangster's pants?!"
My mother and mother-in-law had several custom-made outfits for the wedding ceremony at Mimi Mia.
Today I went to see the finished product and the result.
My mother-in-law's clothes are okay, the cheongsam is well made.
The clothes my mother made were completely different from the models she tried on at the time.
A batch from Tun.
Let's just say that the clothes that cost thousands of dollars to customize are not even as good as those bought by TB, which is outrageous!
(End of chapter)
