Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 837 - 504: Hijacking the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Over an hour ago, Fushimi Roku gouged out Kato Touma’s eyes. Before the guards could come to the rescue, he didn’t run but hid in the ceiling’s interlayer.

Now, Fushimi Roku stands at the end of the conference room. In his vision, everyone is staring at him, either with fear or indignation. The dark gun muzzles pointed at him make his heart race and his breathing grow heavier.

Perhaps he’s become rusty.

His mouth felt somewhat dry. To avoid any mishaps during today’s operation, he hadn’t drunk much water to prevent an urgent need during the operation. After staying in the ceiling’s interlayer for over an hour, the oppressive heat had cracked his lips.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t help but stick out his tongue to lick his lips. He spread his fingers, showing the fine line of rings on them:

"Everyone, please place your phones on the table."

Fuyuyama Kentaro instinctively complied, drawing the attention of others.

He paused, realizing he was at the Police Department. Despite everything, he was a Criminal Police officer and couldn’t easily succumb to a criminal. So, he took back his phone from the table. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"It’s okay if you don’t want to cooperate," Fushimi Roku said, pulling an aluminum flask from his clothes. "I’ve put organophosphorus pesticide in your water. A cold fact for you all: the toxicity of organophosphorus comes from the phosphate ester bonds or thiophosphate ester bonds in molecules. Organophosphorus binds with cholinesterase, rendering the enzyme inactive."

Fuyuyama Kentaro was shocked. He picked up the water cup beside him and sniffed it. He couldn’t detect any strange smell, but that was normal. It was said that pesticides are odorless or sweet.

The others couldn’t sit still, their gazes involuntarily shifting to the cups by their side.

The meeting had been going on for over an hour. Everyone needed to speak at some point, which sometimes required tactically raising a glass, making drinking water inevitable.

"Soon, you will experience cold sweats, rapid heartbeat, and limb convulsions. If more than four hours pass with no treatment, you will surely die."

Fushimi Roku shook the aluminum flask in his hand: "Inside here is atropine, which can block the toxic action pathway and restore enzyme activity..."

"Enough!" the Chief of Security interrupted, "He’s lying, atropine is an injectable medication! If the water was really poisoned, Director Kujo would have been dead by now!"

Kujo Yua had drunk a lot of water during the meeting; supposedly, she consumed the largest dose. Yet she still looked normal, without any signs of poisoning.

Fushimi Roku was slightly astonished; he indeed was lying.

In dire situations, people generally can’t think calmly; they just need a little guidance to assume the worst. This is an instinct written into human DNA, a ’panic’ emotion evolved in primitive times to fend off danger.

His lie wasn’t clumsy. On the one hand, it was set at a one-hour point; everyone had drunk water, so the effects not yet showing was quite normal. The subsequent appearance of cold sweat, tension, and rapid heartbeat would also seem normal.

If it were members of the Inakawa Association or Aum Truth Sect, they would definitely buy it, obediently handing over their phones.

Fushimi Roku realized, the Police Department’s elites weren’t the incompetent fools he imagined.

At least the Chief of Security understood chemistry.

"Since you want to talk, let’s talk." Kujo Yua took over the conversation, sitting at the head of the conference room, intending to buy time: "What’s your purpose? Why are you here?"

"Sorry, since you won’t cooperate or fall for it, I’ve got nothing to say." Fushimi Roku said with a smile.

He stepped back gradually. Kujo Yua felt a bad premonition, using her gaze to compel the guards, but none of the four or five guards dared to shoot.

The guy had at least six or seven grenades hanging inside his trench coat. Pressuring him too hard could result in a group death. Five million yen a month for this kind of risk? It was better to wait for the terrorist to leave and then send the MPD to pursue...

Everyone’s hearts were suspended step by step as Fushimi Roku retreated.

Until Fushimi Roku backed to the door, everyone let out a long breath. Fuyuyama Kentaro wiped his forehead with his hand, it was covered in sweat.

Damn it, drank too much water, feeling a bit of urgency...

Fuyuyama Kentaro stood up, wanting to bid farewell to Director Kujo. As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall; it’s better to leave this place of trouble early on.

He hadn’t had time to speak, suddenly a round object flew in from outside the door, tracing a parabola in the air and then bouncing twice on the table.

It was a grenade.

In an instant, the blood in Fuyuyama Kentaro’s body ran cold.

"Get down!!"

Someone shouted, and Fuyuyama Kentaro instinctively launched himself into a corner.

His head knocked against the corner of the wall, hugging his head and curling up.

A second or two passed, nothing happened. Fuyuyama Kentaro thought perhaps it was a dud, or that guy was only bluffing, so he couldn’t help but look up. Just then, he saw the Chief of Security kick a guard toward the grenade. The latter fell to the ground—as the explosion occurred.

A booming explosion tore apart the night.

Flames flickered, glass shattered and splintered, and the table shield flew across the room. Car alarms in the parking lot blared incessantly as chaos erupted outside the building.

The partition wall of gypsum board in the conference room was blown down. The grenade shattered the guard’s body; blood and innards were splattered all over the room.

The rest weren’t hurt much, only their ears rang from the blast.

Fuyuyama Kentaro experienced dizziness, feeling as if his internal organs were shifted by the shock, taking a while to recover, his ears still buzzing.

Just now... did that guy... kick the guard onto the grenade?

Everyone gradually rose, looking toward the Chief of Security. The latter looked equally disheveled, but spoke with no hint of shame: "Mr. Matsushita threw himself onto the grenade... saving our lives... a heroic sacrifice, deserves the highest honor..."