Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 151: Transformation
In fact, there is a more clever way. He doesn't need to hire gangsters to pretend to be detectives.

But the incident happened suddenly, and Fushimi Shika didn't have much time left. He needed to quickly stir up conflicts and ignite the anger of the majority of people before he could carry out his next plan.

The radio kept emitting notification sounds, it was receiving the police internal radio line. A system prompt popped up in front of Fushimi Ka, indicating that the number of instigators was increasing.

"All the same, the policeman's emergency report..."

Fushimi Shika heard the broadcast, and the police station detectives and the mobile team were dispatched urgently.

"Are we going to start..."

……

When the detectives from the Investigation Division 1 arrived at Nishi-Sugamo, the situation was already out of control.

A convoy of bikers blocked the intersection, and punks held up posters and protest signs with eye-catching words such as "death penalty", "hand over the prisoner", "Metropolitan Police Department corruption" sprayed on them. Delinquent teenagers also joined in the revelry, smashing police cars and police stations with glass bottles, and Sugamo was on the verge of a large-scale riot.

The detectives received a death order not to let anyone escape. After calling for reinforcements, they held their guns, pushed through the crowd and rushed into the apartment building.

The victim's family and more than a dozen residents blocked the corridor, holding hammers and electric motors to force the door open. The first search section tried to disperse the irrelevant people, but the family naturally refused to hand over the victim. The criminal police fired shots to suppress them, but to little effect, and the scene was in chaos.

At this time, the door opened.

Kamei Youliang was dressed in mourning, his eyes red. He held his father's black and white portrait in his hands and shouted, "Enough, everyone, stop doing this!"

With many people watching, he tearfully denounced the unscrupulous newspapers, claiming that the news were all fabricated and based on hearsay.

The victim's family tried to refute, but Kamei Youliang fell to his knees with a plop, lowered his head while holding the portrait, and cried with great sadness:

"I understand your feelings, and I also understand the feeling of losing a loved one! My father's body is still warm, and my mother is still in prison waiting for me to find a way to reduce her sentence..."

"I originally planned to propose to my girlfriend next month, but now..."

"I really didn't do those things... Please, give me a chance to prove my innocence..."

……

These words were so moving that even the detective subconsciously lowered his gun. Everyone fell silent and turned their eyes to the victim's family.

The girl's mother also shed tears. She helped Kamei Youliang up and said that the eyes of a person in pain would not lie, and she believed that these words came from the heart. Kamei Youliang raised his head and choked with sobs, as if it was difficult to express his gratitude in words... The two poor people who lost their loved ones hugged each other, and the rest of the people put their hands on them to give them encouragement and comfort.

If it were a Japanese drama, this would definitely be a climax scene broadcast during prime time.

The detectives from the Investigation Division put handcuffs on Kamei Yuryo, who did not resist but promised earnestly: "In order to clear my name, to comfort the dead, and to give everyone justice... I will definitely find the real murderer!!"

For a moment, the detective from the investigation department almost thought he had arrested the wrong person.

"The suspect has been arrested. I repeat, the suspect has been arrested," the section chief said, covering the intercom. "We are on our way back now. Please send a mobile team to pick us up!"

The police officers pulled up their windbreakers to cover Kamei Youliang's face and took him downstairs.

……

The mobile team used high-pressure water cannons mounted on vehicles to clean the streets. With the assistance of patrol officers and criminal police, they broke through the convoy and held down the rushing criminals with blast shields. After a few tear gas bombs were fired, the crowd that had just gathered dispersed in an instant.

"The streets are cleared..."

The commander reported the situation using a walkie-talkie, and the police set up a cordon around the riot site to prevent unauthorized persons from entering.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, mixed with the thick fog, and the noisy voices gradually died down.

……

In the utility room, a chess game was going on on the table.

The enemy charged in from the corner, splitting the battlefield in two. The situation was deadlocked, and it was difficult to advance for a while.

Fushimi Shika held up his cell phone in his left hand, and Takusai Kazama called again; he played with the chess piece "Racer" in his right hand, listening attentively to the report on the radio, and was quite undecided. Once the Racer entered the enemy camp, it could be upgraded to "Dragon King".

Should I take this step...

……

On the other side, the detective of the investigation department took Kamei Youliang into the police car. At this time, the commander heard the rumbling footsteps, uniform and orderly, like a guard of honor marching.

Everyone looked back. The thick fog had not yet dissipated. At the end of the street, a group of figures had gathered. In the strange silence, one figure after another broke through the fog, rolling up the snowflakes, and stepped forward.

They all wore kendo uniforms, white on top and black on the bottom, gas masks of various shapes, and unsheathed long swords on their waists. The leader was a woman wearing a Prajna mask and her long hair was tied behind her head.

"Heavenly Punishment Group..."

Someone on the radio said, "They are the Heavenly Punishment Team! Protect the suspect!"

The next moment, the radio communication became chaotic. Fushimi Shika showed surprise on his face, and he took out the enemy chess piece he had captured and placed it on his own chessboard.

Click.

The horns are rising and the dragon and horse are moving forward.

……

The high-pressure water gun sprayed a stream of water, breaking through the thick fog. The members of the Tianfa Group scattered, and they used the complex terrain such as signs, alleys, and storefronts to close the distance. The police fired warning shots, but it was of no avail. They were even shocked by the opponent's momentum and subconsciously retreated one after another.

In less than thirty seconds, members of the Tenfa Group rushed into the police camp and beat the police officers with unsheathed long knives; the criminal police also did not fire live ammunition and tried to subdue the other party with batons and handcuffs. The streets of Sugamo turned into a large-scale fighting venue.

Both sides maintained a certain degree of restraint.

Without waiting for the detectives from the Investigation Division to get in the car, the driver who was holding the suspect stepped on the accelerator and drifted through the track. The detectives from the Investigation Division 1 looked at each other and asked who was driving, but no one responded. They then realized that the suspect was most likely intercepted by someone.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Driver of police car No. 8357! Report your identity immediately! Repeat, police car No. 8357..."

Takusai Kazama was upset and turned off the car intercom. Kamei Youliang was sitting in the back, looking at him through the rearview mirror through the iron fence.

The car was shaking and the two men were swaying slightly, but no one spoke.

After four or five minutes, a fork appeared at the end of the street.

On the left is a signpost for leaving the city, and continuing forward will lead you to the suburbs; on the right is the road back to the police station, which is a bit roundabout but rarely gets stuck in traffic.

Perhaps because of the riots, the streets were quiet and deserted at the moment, with only the howling of the wind and snow.

Takusa Kazama slammed on the brakes, and the two of them swayed forward due to inertia, then leaned back and sat still.

He took out his police gun, loaded it, got out of the car, opened the door, and ordered:

"get off."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in Kamei Yuryo's pocket rang. Kazama Takusai pulled him out by the collar. The latter knelt on the ground and let Kazama Takusai take the phone from his pocket.

"Don't you want to answer it?" asked Kamei Youliang.

"Who's calling?" Kazama Takusai lowered his head. There was no note on the caller ID.

"Maybe it's Qianji. She should have seen the report as well," Kamei's tone was full of temptation. "I want to say goodbye to her... You should have something to say to her too, right?"

Kazama Takusai was silent for a moment and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

(End of this chapter)