Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 90 Dead Man
Fujiwara Masato arranged for the survivors in Pachinko City to go down to the basement in batches to deliver supplies and warmth to the poor people below. He also allowed them to take photos and videos. What was the purpose?
In fact, it has no purpose, it is just to let them know that someone around them believes in evil, and what will happen to those who do not believe in evil.

Judging from their screaming and crazy behavior, this educational method is very effective.

People are compassionate, although the Japanese as a whole are more perverted and twisted than the groups in the big Eastern countries. They like to eat sashimi and watch their bodies being eaten with their own eyes.

But even so, the Japanese also have human empathy. Looking at the miserable conditions of the poor women in the basement, most of the people who went to visit felt the same.

Of course, there are a few people who don't take it seriously because they are well-informed.

However, seeing the reactions of other people nearby and the pistols in the hands of those men, these cold-blooded people also pretended to be angry, followed the former and picked up their mobile phones, took pictures of the scene, and then posted it online.

This was one of the reasons why Fujiwara Masato asked them to come down.

There are always people who think that the Internet is free and safe. In fact, the Internet is not safe. For the behemoth of the country, it usually has no interest in you just because you are not worthy of its attention.

Now, if only a few people publish this kind of thing that will definitely cause "changes in Japan-South Korea relations" on the Internet, it will definitely be easy to block the news.

Fujiwara Masato wanted to spread the news, so he planned to use the civilians staying in Pachinko City to spread the news and pictures here before the Japanese government reacted.

However, such a reaction is not the fault of the Tokyo government. It is all because what happened was too sudden and the time left for them to react was too short.

Fujiwara Masato's idea may not be correct, but this approach is indeed useful. A large number of pictures and texts spread on the Internet, like huge rocks thrown into a calm lake, instantly caused a turbulent wave.

It has to be said that the safe placed by Truth Christianity on the third floor is quite difficult to dismantle. If explosives and electric welding are not allowed, it may take an hour or two to get the money inside.

"On the premise that I give you permission to use infantry fighting vehicles..." The director of the Metropolitan Police Department interrupted Yuta Mizumoto.

Therefore, the so-called hostage issue is not something Fujiwara Masato wants to blackmail, he is just using these people to delay time.

Yuta Mizumoto, who was holding the phone, looked up at the Pachinko Castle a hundred meters away. On the open space on the roadside ahead, there was still a dazzling pool of blood left there.

When the Shinjuku Pachinko Town incident was discussed on a large scale on the Internet, people from the Japanese government's Internet Countermeasures Division also noticed this situation. While they worked hard to block the news, they quickly notified their superiors.

What is the Japanese government doing at this time?
Well, they haven't realized what happened in Shinjuku City yet, and they are still waiting for someone from the Metropolitan Police Department to report the situation. They subconsciously think that it is a small matter and can be easily solved.

On earth, any government that has any relationship with normalcy will not compromise with terrorism, and Masato Fujiwara personally feels that the Japanese government will be no exception.

"Support has arrived, how is the situation at the scene?"

Before the Japanese government uses keywords and pictures to block it, let as many people as possible know what is happening here.

Only an hour has passed since Masato Fujiwara initiated the incident. In such a short period of time, some residents living nearby just felt it was a bit noisy and did not know what was happening a few hundred meters away from their homes.

"It's not good, sir." Yuta Mizumoto replied respectfully.

The terrorist captain picked up the phone and saw that it was the call from the director of the Metropolitan Police Department.

As a result, the captain of the violent terrorist mobile team on the scene received new support. When hundreds of armed police officers and members of the second and third teams of the violent terrorist mobile team rushed to the scene, he also received a call.

A large number of Japanese people asked, commented, cursed, and forwarded it on various online platforms.

"Hi, Moxi Moxi, I'm Yuta Mizumoto..."

On the other hand, it is also promoting to the outside world, "Here, we have many hostages in our hands.".

"This group of thugs is estimated to have about thirty people. They are equipped with automatic weapons and grenades. They are ruthless and have no fear of the police. Police Officer Omu Takashi has already died, and there are still..."

Yuta Mizumoto knew that he had come to a crossroads at this time, and his choice would determine his future. The director of the Metropolitan Police Department was not an idiot. He would give himself such a choice, and he must have encountered pressure from his superiors.

"Can you take someone to clear the building of terrorists in half an hour?"

Yuta Mizumoto squeezed the hand holding the phone hard again and again. He took a few deep breaths. However, every time he wanted to speak, Yuta Mizumoto would hesitate, and later he couldn't say anything.

At the end, Yuta Mizumoto's demeanor suddenly became decadent.

"It can't be done, sir... It can't be done. Those thugs have grenades and a large number of explosives. I don't know how many explosives they have. Under such circumstances, forcing the terrorist team members to attack inside will only result in heavy losses. "

"I understand." The Metropolitan Police Director's tone was very calm, as if there was no surprise.

"Since you can't clear out the thugs inside in a short time, don't act rashly... The negotiators will be here soon."

"Hi Yi."

After all, the Japanese government did not dare to take risks, because on the one hand, the matter really made a big fuss on the Internet. Not only did many people in Japan discuss it, but self-media in Europe and the United States have quickly forwarded it, and they are gearing up to earn a wave of traffic.

On the other hand, the thugs entrenched in Pachinko City are indeed very ruthless, using automatic weapons and explosives without any fear.

And according to the reports of the frontline terrorist team members, these people have most likely received systematic military training. They can be regarded as the thugs inside are a platoon of elite self-defense team members. They are very good at shooting and using explosives. skilled.

So, let’s negotiate.

Just like this, Fujiwara Masato successfully delayed the time again.

Half an hour later, outside the Japanese police blockade, a middle-aged man wearing a close-fitting white shirt and holding a loudspeaker in both hands came over.

"I'm a negotiator. I don't mean any harm. I just want to go over and find out what the civilians inside are like..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bullet landed at his feet. The ejection of cement crumbs and sparks caused the negotiator to freeze on the spot.

But soon, he relaxed. Since the bullet did not fall on him, it meant that the thugs inside still had demands, and there was a basis for negotiation.

"I have no weapons on me!"

"Go back and come back in an hour!" A voice also came from behind the gate of Pachinko City.

"In an hour, you come here. If you come here now, we will just beat you to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, another bullet hit the negotiator at the foot, causing him to take two steps back involuntarily.

"Okay, okay, don't shoot. I'll come back in an hour." After saying that, the negotiator turned around and ran away.

The mission belongs to the superior, and the life belongs to oneself. Since the other party gives face and even shoots twice without hitting oneself, then one cannot be shameless.

During this process, Yuta Mizumoto had been lying under the wheels of the infantry fighting vehicle, observing Pachinko City with binoculars. When the thugs inside fired the first shot, he did not notice anything unusual.

When the second shot came, he quickly discovered the muzzle hidden behind the second-floor window.

"Oops, it's a small-caliber automatic rifle...an AK series assault rifle."

Seeing this, Yuta Mizumoto couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't boast to the director of the Metropolitan Police Department. Otherwise, the terrorist team members would have killed and injured who knows how many people.

When they arrived, Yuta Mizumoto and other terrorist team members did not expect that they would have to face assault rifles. The armor they carried, whether it was body armor or bulletproof shields, could only block pistol bullets, but could not protect against rifle bullets at close range. .

"What should we do, captain?" one of the team members asked.

"Wait, wait for an hour, let the negotiators go again, and let the team members search nearby buildings. Since the thugs inside need an hour, then this hour must be crucial to them!"

"Is there a tunnel leading to the outside world in this building?"

"Although it is unlikely, we must beware of such a situation..."

"Hey Yi, I'm going to arrange things for the team members."

What does Masato Fujiwara want to do for an hour?
Of course, we have to pry open the last safe!
The other safes and large iron boxes have been smashed open, leaving only the last, largest and heaviest safe still stubbornly resisting.

Seven or eight stormtroopers armed with sledgehammers and crowbars have been working hard for half an hour, and the safety lock has been smashed to pieces with electric rotors, but they still cannot open it.

The more difficult it is, the more determined Fujiwara Masato's order becomes.

"This safe is so difficult to open, there must be something good inside!"

It turned out that when the safe was opened, there were indeed a lot of good things inside...a large stack of probably more than a hundred documents and photos.

Fujiwara Masato asked a stormtrooper to pick up these documents and take a look. They were all well-dressed men and women doing something extremely crazy even if they were mosaicd.

Judging from the angle and background of the photo, these were secretly taken in a basement.

Oh, Fujiwara Masato immediately understood that these were evidence secretly collected by True Christianity, although he could not recognize who the people in these photos were.

However, after a brief search, Fujiwara Masato still recognized an acquaintance.

"Isn't this guy the police officer whose throat was cut by Huang Mao just now?" Fujiwara Masato recognized a person in the photo, even though the latter was not wearing a police uniform.

However, as the only hostile police unit, Fujiwara Masato was still deeply impressed by this guy who had only met him once, so he recognized his true identity at a glance.

When the senior Tokyo police officer in the photo was secretly photographed, he was eating, holding a knife and fork to the grilled meat placed on a huge dinner plate... As for what kind of meat it was, Masato Fujiwara did not want to describe its shape.

"How disgusting."

If a senior police officer is like this, then the people in the other photos are definitely not unknown people.

If they are civilians, then they should not appear on the dining table, or in a room with a very elegant layout, but on the dinner plate. Or on the bed, for people to enjoy.

"Take the photo with you."

Okay, now that the safe is open and the hour is up, it's time to wrap things up.

The negotiator appeared outside the blockade on time, and he slowly approached Pachinko City with a loudspeaker just like last time.

"I am a negotiator. I will come over in an hour as you asked last time."

As he spoke, the negotiator stopped halfway and waited for the mob's response. He believed that someone must be watching him at this moment.

Then, the negotiator's idea was correct, because he did not wait long before the gate of Pachinko City was opened, and then a large number of people wearing various costumes ran out of it.

As they ran, they waved vigorously and called for help to the negotiator and the terrorist team members behind him.

Yuta Mizumoto, who was hiding behind an armored vehicle, saw this scene and turned to the terrorist team members behind him without thinking.

"Members holding explosion-proof shields immediately stepped forward to assist these ordinary people!"

"Hi Yi."

Seven team members carrying explosion-proof shields quickly stepped forward. The whole process was almost without incident. No bullets were fired in Pachinko City, and the rescued civilians did not have any explosives or weapons on them.

It was when these people seemed to be stimulated by something, when a terrorist team member calmed them down, and after one of them calmed down, he asked about the situation inside, and the answer he got was shocking.

"Dead people, so many dead people..."

"It's okay. You're okay. We also saw what happened in the basement. It's okay..."

"It's not the ones in the basement, it's the waiters in Pachinko City. They are being killed. Those people are chopping off their heads with knives!"

"what!"

Yuta Mizumoto's expression changed drastically.

At the same time, because a large number of people left Pachinko City, the negotiator stopped in the middle of the road boldly moved forward without waiting for information from behind.

He walked to the gate of Pachinko City, waited for a few seconds without encountering an attack, and then continued walking in. Then within a few seconds, his screams came from inside.

"Ah ah ah...dead people, so many dead people!"

(End of this chapter)