Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 846 - 508: Hijacking Tokyo Tower (Part 2)

Sakata Atsushi stood in the crowd, listening for a while, and felt it was all nonsense.

A few years ago, when he was still a student, he participated in elections, volunteering to support a legislator, distributing flyers and shouting in the streets. He sincerely believed that the legislator had the best interests of society at heart.

Unfortunately, after the legislator won the election, none of the promised policies were implented.

Sakata Atsushi pushed forward, lowering his head, heading to the staff’s desk to collect a free gift of Daifuku sweets.

Compared to the empty promises of politicians, the strawberry-flavored Daifuku in front of him felt more tangible.

"Sir, would you like to vote for Mr. Ashikaga?" the staff mber asked with a smile, holding the daifuku package.

Nothing in the world is free.

Sakata Atsushi grabbed the other end of the Daifuku, ambiguously saying, "I’ll think about it..."

"Okay then, we hope you listen to Mr. Ashikaga’s speech. He’ll surely move you and change your mind," the staff said as they forcefully pulled back the Daifuku.

Sakata Atsushi felt displeased. After working so hard to squeeze his way in, how could he just leave like that? He imdiately pulled the Daifuku toward himself even harder: "I always support Mr. Ashikaga, so I’ll gladly accept this small gift."

"If you support him, why not cast a vote..."

The staff mber was about to persuade him further when a drop of water fell from the sky, followed by a curtain of rain as a heavy downpour suddenly erupted, scattering people everywhere seeking shelter.

The legislator cursed the weather under his breath and retired to the trailer to rest. The staff had no choice but to let go, allowing Sakata Atsushi to get his free Daifuku.

"Heaven helps too."

Sakata Atsushi, clutching the Daifuku, hurried into a convenience store to buy an umbrella and walked to his workplace.

He worked at Tokyo TV Station, on the night shift, regularly stationed at Tokyo Tower.

Tonight, accompanied by Daifuku, he’s looking forward to so snacks during the night shift.

Humming a song, Sakata Atsushi entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

When Tokyo Tower was first built, the analog signal transmission station was set on the fifth floor. For safety reasons, this area is not open to the public. In addition, the radio transmission antenna areas on the tower are not open to the public either.

The equipnt requires professional operators, and tourists are absolutely prohibited from entering.

These areas are the heart of the entire building, housing radio transmission antennas for seven TV stations, twenty-one TV relay stations, and broadcasting stations in Tokyo, used for transmitting radio waves and various special waves externally.

The elevator door slowly closed, but suddenly a hand got wedged in, causing a loud thud. The door then slowly reopened.

Sakata Atsushi winced at the sight, involuntarily hissing at the pain.

A young man ca in, wearing a baseball cap, a windbreaker, hiking boots, and carrying a heavy backpack. He seed to be a hiking enthusiast.

Coming to Tokyo Tower was most likely for sightseeing. Sakata Atsushi had seen travelers from all over the world, so this didn’t surprise him much.

The young man entered the elevator, bringing with him a strong scent of moisture, and stood next to him.

The elevator closed again, but he didn’t press any floor button.

Sakata Atsushi had to remind him, "For sightseeing, you should go to the main or top observation decks. The fifth floor is not open to the public."

"I see, thank you." The young man smiled and nodded, pressing the button for the top floor.

Perhaps because of the friendly smile, Sakata Atsushi inexplicably ward up, greeting him with, "Are you here for tourism?"

"Yes," the young man replied.

"Where are you from?" Sakata Atsushi asked, "Judging by your accent, you sound like you’re from Hokkaido."

"Farther than Hokkaido, from China," the young man said.

"Oh..." Sakata Atsushi drawled, losing interest in further conversation.

In this era, Japanese people have a certain superiority complex. During Japan’s economic boom years, it was recognized as Asia’s leading economy.

The fifth floor arrived quickly. The elevator door opened slowly, and Sakata Atsushi, with Daifuku tucked under his arm, headed toward the second security gate.

The young man followed closely, as if intending to go in together.

"What are you doing?" Sakata Atsushi turned back warily, "This area is not open to the public! Please leave!"

The young man pulled a gun from his backpack and pressed it to his waist, "I have a ticket, why can’t I go in?"

Sakata Atsushi was stunned for five seconds.

He looked at the gun, then at the young man, unsure if he should reason or obediently step aside.

"Uh... the ticket allows access to the sightseeing area only..." Sakata Atsushi still chose to be responsible.

"Are you letting in or not?" the young man flicked off the safety.

Sakata Atsushi fell silent, obediently swiped the electronic card, and opened the second security gate. The young man followed like a shadow, pressing the gun against his waist.

Sakata Atsushi had no choice but to desperately blink at the surveillance cara. Important communication facilities like this must have expensive surveillance installed, with security guards monitoring in real ti to prevent abnormalities.

Unfortunately, whether blind or slacking off, no one noticed anything wrong, and the alarm didn’t sound.

The two walked in one after the other, and the young man looked around. The floor was surrounded by narrow tal walkways for engineers to inspect the equipnt.

The walkway floor has a grille design, allowing observation of the cable runs below. Due to the high temperature generated during equipnt operation, the floor features large air conditioning units to maintain the ambient temperature around 25℃.

This area houses the analog signal transmitters of major TV stations such as NHK, TBS, and Fuji TV Station. These large-scale equipnt, consisting of tal cabinets and complex wiring, cover the Kantou Region with their signals through the antennas.

The young man forced Sakata Atsushi to take him to the central control center, where several technicians were on duty. They imdiately sensed sothing was wrong and wanted to press the alarm, but the young man’s gun was faster:

"If anyone moves, I’ll shoot."

The technicians exchanged glances, raising their hands to show surrender, while wondering what’s happening outside.

Was soone staging a coup? Why would anyone co to hijack a signal tower...

The young man was clearly prepared. He dug out duct tape and handcuffs from his backpack, cuffed everyone and taped their mouths shut, then took out a laptop from the bag.

Indeed, Japan launched the world’s first laptop in 1985, and to this day, manufacturers have accumulated nearly ten years of developnt experience.

The young man connected the computer to the central control console, threatening the technicians with a gun to disclose the key and administrator password. Thus, he completely controlled this giant loudspeaker that resonated throughout Japan.

Sakata Atsushi was also handcuffed, but his mouth wasn’t sealed, and he couldn’t help but ask, "Who are you? What are you trying to do..."

The young man didn’t answer. He took out a bottle of makeup remover, wiped his face clean, revealing a familiar face.

Sakata Atsushi recalled for a mont and suddenly rembered that this was the perpetrator of the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt’s terror incident a week ago!

Fushimi Roku pressed the CD drive on the laptop, inserted a disc, and slowly pushed it back, "Don’t be nervous. If you behave, no one will get hurt. I just want to give everyone so free entertainnt."

Sakata Atsushi had a bad feeling, pressing on, "What are you planning to broadcast?"

"Take a guess."

Fushimi Roku tapped the Enter key with his index finger.

...

The election speech was moved indoors, and the TV station was circulating news. In recent days, dia companies had chosen different parties to support.

To enhance credibility, several televisions were placed at the speech venue, allowing the audience to look up and see the legislator’s past glorious achievents.

"In a few years, Japan’s aging population will beco increasingly severe..."

The legislator, holding a microphone, passionately delivered his speech, with his voice echoing from the broadcast speakers. Every ti he spoke of his ideal vision, the listeners felt a surge of emotion, resulting in thunderous applause.

"I will lower the retirent age and strive to make more jobs available for young people!"

The legislator shouted with a fist pump, but the anticipated applause did not co. All the audience mbers were looking up, behind him, the hall was silent.

The legislator slowly turned around; instead of the news, the TV screen was playing a bloody video from the New World.

This scene was happening all over Japan simultaneously: auditoriums, schools, hospitals, residential buildings... anywhere with a television, anyone capable of receiving NHK, TBS, and Fuji TV Station broadcasts could witness the grueso truth the Japan tropolitan Police Departnt desperately wanted to conceal.

A clerk burst into the police departnt office, ready to report to the superior, but saw Kujo Yua with a pale expression, looking up at the television screen hanging on the wall.

It seed the superior already knew.

At this mont, Kujo Yua finally understood who Fushimi Roku referred to as the ’suitable judge.’

He aid to drag society into the abyss.

He wanted collective will to pass judgnt.