Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 852 - 511: Messenger of Justice (Part 2)

"Whether you’re an official from the Police Departnt, a holess person, or a gang mber, anyone involved in the riot must imdiately lay down their weapons. The governnt will not pursue charges; otherwise, the police have the right to use firearms to protect the safety of citizens!!"

At the mont she finished speaking, a gunshot rang out from afar.

The crowd paused for a mont, then ca the second and third shots, gunfire resounded repeatedly!

The riot squad shouted as they counterattacked, the special corps driving armored vehicles to divide the people. Under the protection of the rapid strike force, the high-pressure water guns successfully operated, dispersing the gathered mob with water jets.

The unruly crowd scattered like birds and beasts, those with hatred still held their ground, but lost their previous montum and were knocked down in an instant.

The situation gradually stabilized, and each unit chief spontaneously mobilized patrol police in their districts to disperse the stragglers, broadcasting warnings for residents to lock doors and windows and remain safe.

Kujo Yua silently finished a whole cigarette while looking at her daughter’s back.

The aide asked her over twenty tis on how to proceed, whether to permit shooting, whether to act according to the ergency plan...

However, from beginning to end, Kujo Yua gave no command.

She was unable to speak; everything happening before her was humiliating her dignity.

As the Police Chief of the Police Departnt, a city-wide riot occurred under her managent, a negation of her lifelong career; similarly, as a policeman who hesitated to act in ti during a crisis, this was also a denial of her lifelong belief.

Fushimi Roku had achieved his goal, after the riot ended, Kujo Yua could hardly escape bla.

No matter how much she denies it verbally, inwardly she has to clearly realize she made a mistake.

Kujo Yua extinguished the cigarette butt, still being the Police Chief of the Police Departnt at least before resigning.

No matter the consequences, she had to catch that guy!

The situation had stabilized, and Kujo Yua issued the order: "Rapid strike force head to the elevator shaft, imdiately breach the fifth floor of Tokyo Tower, snipers assu positions, eliminate the suspect as soon as he appears in sight!"

"... Sorry, Chief, we need to maintain order."

A cold reply ca from the walkie-talkie.

Kujo Yua was stunned, she looked at the aide, who had been silent after many inquiries.

The power distribution room was pitch dark, serene except for the sound of rain.

Kujo Yua laughed bitterly at herself, collapsed to the ground, and casually threw the walkie-talkie away.

...

anwhile, the broadcast sounded again.

Fushimi Roku incited, one fanatic launched a suicidal attack, they soaked themselves in gasoline and rushed towards Tokyo Tower.

The police did not dare to stop them, scattering, creating a gap in the cordon, the remaining mob tried to charge in.

"Let them in!"

Minamoto Tamako commanded: "Riot squad maintain formation! Don’t get dispersed! Rapid strike force guard the entrance of Tokyo Tower! Shoot imdiately if the suspect tries to converge!"

It is said that success cos with the initial push, declines by the second, and loses by the third. If soone stops them, the mob has a target to vent on, naturally boosting morale.

But now the defense line suddenly opened; the police allowed them to enter Tokyo Tower, after rushing forward a bit, they gradually beca confused, not knowing where to go.

Fushimi Roku had been observing from the tower, upon seeing the scene, he broadcasted again, rallying everyone to co up the tower, to the broadcast room to expose the governnt’s cris to the world!

The mob instantly had a target, shouting as they surged up Tokyo Tower, only about thirty people remained — if they couldn’t get on the elevator, they would rather take the stairs to go up.

Just after their steps, Minamoto Tamako mobilized the rapid strike force to follow.

The two groups surged onto the fifth floor one after the other; the mob gathered in the central control room, surrounding Fushimi Roku, as if believers finally eting the ssenger after a long journey, they were moved to tears.

Fushimi Roku, not disappointing the crowd, displayed the charisma a leader should have, delivering another brief speech.

He waved both hands, clenched his fists powerfully, shouting slogans:

"Humanity grows strong in eternal struggle, destroys in eternal peace!"

"Life is struggle, war is natural selection!"

...

The entire process lasted less than forty seconds, with the mob shouting frenzied and ignorant cries like they were pumped with adrenaline.

Sakata Atsushi and other technicians huddled together, shrinking in the corner, trembling in fear of attracting attention and getting beaten to death by the mob.

Outside the central control room, the rapid strike force stood ready to charge, the riot squad held riot shields blocking the door. Even without authorization, each team and group spontaneously obeyed commands, tacitly acknowledging that Minamoto Tamako had completely taken over the command.

The mob wielded crude homade weapons, shouting for the riot squad to get out. They blad all their close relatives and friends’ deaths on the Police Departnt’s failure.

Both sides stood off at the door, neither dared make the first move.

If the police shot down a current offender, it’s law enforcent; but shooting through a group of attempted offenders, that becos slaughter; as for the mob, if they beat a policeman, it’s exploiting victory; attacking a group of ard police, that is seeking death.

With tacit understanding, like Moses splitting the Red Sea, people paved a path, leaving Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako facing each other.

Heavy rain poured down, angry thunder roared, the world montarily turned black and white.

Minamoto Tamako had drunk, drenched in cold rain, anger welled up in her heart, she raised her gun, as if speaking to a stranger:

"Even if I don’t know how you did it, you are the true culprit of the Heavenly Punishnt!"

Fushimi Roku raised both hands, his tone filled with mockery, with a trace of elusive irony:

"How rude, Officer Rabbit, I am the ssenger of justice."

As he finished speaking, Tokyo Tower emitted a humming sound, indicating the power box had been disconnected. The tower body sank into darkness layer by layer, the radiant tower of light subrged into the night.

Minamoto Tamako relied on residual visibility to aim, pulled the trigger, the gun’s roar rged with the storm — before this, Fushimi Roku bent over, drawing out a katana from his travel bag with one hand, akin to a leopard, pounced diagonally!

"Scatter!" Minamoto Tamako shouted.

The rapid strike force imdiately executed the command, scattering swiftly down the corridor, opening up shooting view;

But the mob didn’t react, standing dumbfoundedly in place, becoming Fushimi Roku’s human shields. Minamoto Tamako repeatedly fired, bullets grazed ’shields’, bursting among flashes from the blade around the mob, emitting crisp ’pa’ sounds.

In the darkness lights flickered, everyone’s eyes were dazzled, only seeing a figure darting like a specter, the rapid strike force attempted to aim, yet couldn’t find the target, rely stood by watching Minamoto Tamako fire continuously, the muzzle again and again lighting up either terrified or confused faces of the mob.

Fushimi Roku ran in a zigzag pattern, silently counting the magazine’s remaining ammunition. At the mont a firing gap appeared, his body turned at an angle almost defying physical inertia, heel striking the ground with a sound, blade light like an arrow, horizontally cleaving towards Minamoto Tamako’s muzzle!

Minamoto Tamako’s dynamic vision was equally excellent, she also counted bullet inventory, before firing the last shot, she stepped back two steps, drew a spare gun from an assault team mber’s waist, intentionally paused, created a firing gap precisely to entice Fushimi Roku to take initiative to co forward!

Lightning illuminated Tokyo Tower, their figures seed to freeze in the eyes of the crowd — Fushimi Roku’s pupils reflected the dark muzzle, Minamoto Tamako’s eyes mirrored the fierce bright blade light!

——Zheng!

A sharp tallic hum rang, the surrounding mob instinctively covered their ears.

Bullets fragnted in mid-air, the katana trembled incessantly.

Minamoto Tamako leaned back in a jump, holding the gun in both hands, trying to gain distance; but Fushimi Roku moved quicker, sticking to Minamoto Tamako, pressing down her gun muzzle.

The two slid horizontally out of the door, Minamoto Tamako’s back hit heavily on the observation deck, Fushimi Roku pressed on her gun-holding right hand, with the katana at her neck.

The mid-layer observation deck of Tokyo Tower was a circle of tal hollow platform on the outer edge, the high tower’s red painted outer layer was sleek and brilliant, but its interior was not good, only coarse steel and concrete.

Torrential rain soaked through their bodies, helicopter searchlights shone on the observation deck, rendering their faces pale.

Minamoto Tamako gazed up at him, water droplets fell slowly from the sky, this mont seed slowed down by countless tis.