Ke Xue World: The Confrontation between Black and Red

Everyone thought that the murderer would be caught soon.

But until the sun rose in the east and set in the west for three reincarnations, there was still no news that the murderer had been caught.

In the conference room on the top floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, all the senior police officers present at the meeting looked serious.

As a representative of the public security, Feng Jian Yuya sat back in silence after summarizing the search results of the past few days.

In the conference room, a fierce war of words started over the next direction of the search.

Due to the sudden assassination of the Prime Minister, in order to stabilize the domestic situation as much as possible, the top political leaders of Neon, who had different political views in the past, jointly concealed the news that Prime Minister Fukuda Fumizo had died.

In the name of finding the murderer, the entire Neon territory was temporarily banned.

But now three full days have passed since the first assassination. Let alone arresting the murderer, no one can give a definite answer whether the murderer is tall or short, fat or thin, male or female.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which had high hopes, felt the pressure from above, united all parties, mobilized all police forces, and worked non-stop for three days, but still found nothing.

The cabinet had delivered an ultimatum three days ago. Within seven days, the murderer of Prime Minister Fukuda must be brought to justice and the people must be given an explanation.

Director Baima, who received the warning to step down, listened gloomily to the heated debate below, and his mood was naturally not much better.

At present, the time limit given by the Time Cabinet has passed halfway, but apart from knowing that the murderer must still be in the Neon Territory, they have no other clues.

The prime minister's car, which was suspected to have been tampered with by the murderer in advance, was turned into a pile of scrap metal following the explosion that day.

As for the incendiary bombs that fell from the sky, according to witnesses at the scene, they were fired from five hundred yards away.

By the time the members of the security regiment responsible for the Prime Minister's security protection found the launch site based on the ballistic trajectory, the place was already deserted.

And all traces have been swept away.

Even the best trace identification experts could not find any useful clues from the scene.

What's even more unfortunate is that at the time of the incident, the nearby surveillance camera happened to be broken.

Therefore, even if the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency join forces, they are still helpless.

Moreover, the only fact they can confirm at present will soon be rewritten.

Neon's border has been closed for three days, and all flights have been grounded for three days.

Countries such as China and Taiwan have sent signals of dissatisfaction to Neon, claiming that their entire blockade has affected the freedom of travel of their citizens.

The Foreign Minister, who was under great pressure and worried about losing a lot of hair, reportedly sent his butler to visit Neon's top wig-making master overnight.

Not only external pressure, but also the country's own citizens have many opinions on this. While countless news media reported the assassination of the Prime Minister, they also showed one-sided criticism of this blockade order.

Under such dual internal and external pressure, people at the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency knew that the blockade order from above would be lifted soon.

Once flights resume, the murderer can leave Neon openly. As for the first assassination case, it is likely to become Neon's biggest unsolved case in recent years.

And as the top leader of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, he will inevitably be firmly nailed to the pillar of shame of Neon's most useless police chief.

Thinking of this, Director Baima couldn't help but want to cry tears of bitterness to himself.

At this moment, a policeman suddenly opened the door and broke in, interrupting the lively meeting.

Megure Thirteen, who was attending the meeting with Kuroda Hei, the manager of the First Search Section, recognized who it was at a glance. Seeing his subordinates being so reckless, he just stood up and wanted to scold him, but was stopped by Takagi Wataru. The words shocked him to the spot.

"Huh...huh...it's not good...Tokyo...there are...tremendous riots happening in several places in Tokyo...the phone number of the Metropolitan Police...has...been...blowed up..."

Takagi Wataru spoke intermittently while leaning against the door and breathing heavily.

As his words fell, everyone in the conference room stood up.

Immediately afterwards, the successive ringtones of mobile phones made everyone who answered the phone change their expressions.

Tokyo, Kanagawa, Kyoto, Osaka...

Riots broke out in most of the Neon area.

The high-level joint meeting of the police community, which was only halfway through, was immediately disbanded, and everyone left the meeting room in a hurry.

Fighting, crying, blood, tears.

The atmosphere in Tokyo, which was originally depressing and tense, was now like a dynamite barrel with the fuse ignited, blowing up the entire Tokyo population.

Karasuma Sonobu, who was firmly guarded by countless bodyguards in the center of the manor, listened to the faint shouts of killing outside, and comforted Kurihara Aieko who suddenly rushed through the door:

"Don't worry, there are so many bodyguards in the manor, nothing will happen."

In shock, Aieko Kurihara looked at Karasuma Sonobu, who was safe and sound. Her original fear and anxiety dissipated a lot under Karasuma Sonobu's comfort.

Growing up, Aieko Kurihara knew for the first time that Tokyo would become so dangerous one day.

Yakuza members wearing black suits dared to carry out weapons and smash, smash, loot and burn on the streets openly.

Moreover, he still has the courage to do it in a wealthy area.

Thinking of the gang of Yakuza personnel he saw from the surveillance cameras, their huge numbers, their cold swords, and their ferocious aura, Riyuan Aizhi couldn't help but feel lucky.

Fortunately, for the sake of safety this time, the owner of the family insisted on letting the young master stay in this manor. Otherwise, the security protection of the villa and private residence where the young master lived before would definitely not be able to stop the attack from what seemed to be at least a hundred thugs outside.

Thinking of this, Aieko Kurihara couldn't help but feel angry at the Tokyo police's speed in dispatching police. While she angrily cursed the group of salary thieves who took people's tax dollars but could not protect people's safety, she was always paying attention to what was going on outside the manor.

Of course, she didn't know that this situation not only happened near the manor, but the entire Tokyo was involved in this menacing riot.

In the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, except for the few remaining operators, all the others rushed to different riot locations under the leadership of leaders of various departments.

When the riot outside the manor completely subsided, Aieko Rihara left the room angrily, intending to ask for an explanation from the belated police.

Watching Rihara Aedeko's figure disappear from sight, Karasuma Sonobu withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the window.

The wooden clogs made a very regular "tapping" sound when they stepped on the floor. Due to Karasuma Renya's instructions, in the cloakroom of this manor, in addition to all kinds of exquisitely embroidered and luxurious kimonos and matching accessories Various accessories, shoes and socks, and no other clothing.

Therefore, after two months, Karasuma Sonobu once again put on the kimono embroidered with the Karasuma family crest.

Of course, Karasuma Sonobu, who had always been dissatisfied with this, still only wore a black kimono sleeve, turning a blind eye to those extravagant and luxurious patterns.

Looking out the window at the beautifully arranged peaks, rocks and trees, Karasuma Sonobu's eyes were calm and full of deep indifference.

The warm sunshine was clearly shining on him, but no one who saw it felt warm in their hearts.

Belmode, who deliberately manipulated the media to make the Neon people feel deeply disgusted and repulsed by the order to block the entire territory, wanted to get the Neon executives to withdraw the order as soon as possible. He watched a large-scale explosion on the TV. The news of the riots immediately made me very angry.

She immediately contacted her informant via mobile phone and learned the reason for the large-scale riot.

This morning, the current leader of the Ni Can Association appeared for the first time with his true face at the highest meeting of the Ni Can Association. Then, in front of a group of cadres and middle and high-level managers, he vomited black blood and died of poisoning.

Immediately, two cadres, Kiriko Busujima and Yoshimasa Onodera, who had held the position of cadres since the days of the previous leader Kidou Natsubo and had remained content in the purge of the new leader, joined forces to launch a rebellion.

As for the purpose, it is naturally to seize the vacant leader position.

Of course, as two people who have formed a temporary alliance, their biggest competitors at the moment are not each other, but the two cadres promoted by the current leader.

Therefore, in order to achieve this goal, unprecedented chaotic battles broke out in various branches of Neon.

In order to seize territory and seize the power of the branch, those members belonging to different cadre camps, under the orders of their respective department bosses, armed with various swords, guns and sticks, fought directly in the streets in broad daylight.

Immediately afterwards, Neon's second largest Yakuza force, Narumikawa, who seemed to want to take a piece of the chaos, and who had been entrenched in Kansai in the past and participated in the meeting with Ni, also joined the party. There was chaos.

Not only did he successfully escalate the situation, but he also extended the scope to the entire neon. The original internal melee turned into a fierce battle between the two Yakuza forces.

Later, when some Yakuza forces who were not as powerful as Ni Shenhui and Narumi River saw this scene, they all had the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of the situation and fish in troubled waters, so they also joined the melee.

In the end, the already chaotic and escalating situation developed directly into an uncontrollable direction. Some gangster groups who originally only dared to collect protection fees and at most steal wallets also joined the riots that were spreading everywhere.

The original internal struggle gradually evolved into a gang war, and finally turned into a riot that spread throughout Neon and affected countless people.

This night, except for young and ignorant children, few people could sleep peacefully.

Just like the previous few days, the Metropolitan Police Department building tonight is still brightly lit. However, compared to the intense and busy days of the past few days, at this moment, everyone in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has hard-to-conceal fatigue and sadness on their faces.

Hagiwara Kenji, who had been running around with other colleagues all day, had no smile on his face at this moment.

Hagiwara Kenji, who usually would always make little jokes and talk funny gossip with the boy, tried every means to ease this depressing atmosphere, allowed himself to be immersed in this kind of sadness for the first time, which was so depressing that he couldn't help but go crazy.

He looked down at his hands, which were slender, neat, and full of vitality.

Three hundred and twelve, this is the number of corpses he has personally carried today.

And these are just a small number of people who died in today's riots.

Hagiwara Kenji had never seen so many corpses at one time. When he rushed to the scene of the riot, he saw for the first time what a concrete and shocking scene it was, with corpses scattered everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.

Yakuza personnel holding machetes, street gangsters with dyed hair of various colors, company workers in suits and leather shoes, kind-looking shop owners, beauty-loving girls with exquisite makeup and hair, innocent children learning to talk...

Hagiwara Kenji recalled the facial features of those people over and over again, recalling those stumps and broken arms with cold tentacles. It was not until a cold touch came to his face that he broke free from the endless cycle of tragic scenes.

Seeing Hagihara Kenji come to his senses, Matsuda Jinpei took back the ice soda that was stuck on Hagihara Kenji's face, and then handed over the soda in his other hand.

"Still thinking about the things you saw during the day?"

Hagihara Kenji took the soda, but did not open it. He just held it in his hand. He nodded first, and then said this for some reason:

"Hey, Jinpei-chan, Kenji-chan doesn't have anything happy to share with you today."

Hagiwara Kenji wanted to evoke a habitual smile, but couldn't do it. His voice was very soft, and his eyes were filled with extreme sadness and confusion.

After saying this, Hagiwara Kenji suddenly realized what he had said. He opened his mouth and said in a low voice:

"Feel sorry."

After saying that, Hagiwara Kenji realized that what he said was wrong again. He raised his head, and Matsuda Jinpei looked at him steadily, without feeling any surprise or showing any strange expression.

"I've never seen so many corpses."

Matsuda Jinpei took a sip of drink into his mouth and said calmly:

"I moved sixty-three bodies today, three of them were colleagues from the local police station.

However, I also rescued eighty-one people, including a six-year-old girl with a round face and a silly face. After I rescued her, she kept trying to give me the doll in her arms.

She probably had just lost her teeth, so her speech was leaking. When she smiled, I could see her gaping teeth at a glance. "

After saying that, Matsuda Jinpei took out the doll that he thought was weirdly ugly from his suit pocket, and then stuffed it into Hagiwara Kenji's arms.

Hagiwara Kenji stared blankly at the doll in his hand, and seemed to see the round face. When he smiled, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, revealing a silly little girl with gapped teeth.

A wave of hot warmth quietly wiped away the dark emotions that had just arisen in his heart.

"Jingle Bell…"

As the phone rang, several more riots broke out in the west and south of Tokyo's central district, requiring the Metropolitan Police Department to send people there.

Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei looked at each other and immediately walked out.

Matsuda Jinhei drank the soda in his hand in two gulps. In a standard three-point shooting posture, the soda can in his hand was thrown in a parabola, and it landed perfectly in the trash can five meters away.

Hagihara Kenji carefully put the soda pop and the doll in his hands into his pockets.

Just when the two of them walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department gate, they met Datehang who had just come back from outside. The three of them didn't say a word. When they looked at each other, everything was unspoken.