Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 850 - 510: Tower_2

"Some of you might be hearing my name for the first time, so let me introduce myself again. I was once a taxi driver, a criminal police officer at the Police Department, participated in variety shows, and even attacked the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

"I’ve experienced worldly success. If you’ve followed financial news, you’d know I made a huge profit this year from trading distressed debts; but I’ve also faced worldly failures, like unemployment, poverty, being humiliated by instructors, and being wanted nationwide..."

"I don’t care how you see me. If anyone doesn’t want to hear me talk, just switch the TV channel."

"Those of you staying to continue watching, I know what you’re thinking."

"Your lives aren’t going well, are they?"

"Ever since the financial bubble burst, we’ve been stuck in a ’lost decade.’ I can tell you clearly, next will be a ’lost twenty years,’ ’thirty years,’ ’forty years...’"

"If society always lets only the people at the top of the pyramid speak, it will only get worse in a hundred years."

"Do you remember what Itagaki Taisuke said when he raised the flag of ’freedom and people’s rights’ in 1874? ’The people are the foundation of a nation, when the foundation is stable, the nation is at peace.’ But today, where is our ’foundation’?"

Fushimi Roku finished with his empty rhetoric, and then he spoke his heartfelt words. The allure of a politician comes from their sincerity, only a voice from the heart can reach into everyone’s soul.

"We once believed that the post-war peace constitution would protect the dignity of everyone."

"But now, Article Nine of the Constitution is being continually hollowed out, military budgets increase year by year. For whose safety is this? Is it for the conglomerates seeking resources overseas, or the politicians painting a false peace in parliament?"

He recalled the dilapidated police stations, the chaos in Sugamo, just a street apart seemed like another world.

"We once believed that ’local autonomy’ would make our hometowns better."

"But now, Tokyo’s orders forcibly suppress local demands, Hokkaido’s water source protection act is shelved, Kyushu’s fishery subsidies are misappropriated. For whose benefit is this? Is it for the central bureaucrats consolidating power, or the big companies monopolizing resources?"

He remembered the Kujo Family in Hokkaido, joining forces with legislators, issuing laws to monopolize fishery resources, stepping on fishermen to become a giant conglomerate.

"We once believed that ’educational equality’ would give every child the right to dream."

"But now, the tuition at aristocratic schools is astronomical, public schools’ facilities are in disrepair. Is this for the future of the elite descendants with hereditary privileges, or for ordinary families deprived of hope?"

He remembered Minamoto Tamako’s distress over tuition, and how much effort they expended so that Taira Sakurako could enroll.

"To this day, Japan’s organized crime is rampant, becoming a nation of missing persons, violence, prostitution, and drug trafficking continue unabated, cults are so rampant they can sway parliaments, allowing territories to be openly traded."

"Have you seen these recordings?"

"Among them are your family, your friends, your lovers."

"Is the meaning of your lives in entertaining the ones above? Do you only verbally condemn the humiliation you suffer? Are you willing to endure it for a lifetime?"

At this point, Fushimi Roku paused, sinking into a long silence.

...

Kujo Yua’s sense of panic grew ever stronger, demanding the Tokyo Electric Power Company to immediately cut power to Tokyo Tower.

But the other side refused to disconnect Tokyo Tower’s power grid on the grounds of having to pay compensation for a breach of contract. In addition, Tokyo Tower not only broadcasts channels for several TV stations, it also handles equipment operations like multi-location coordination, band transmission, and power coordination for the Tokyo Electric Power Company.

Once power to Tokyo Tower is cut, the losses would be valued in the tens of millions!

Kujo Yua had no choice but to personally drive to the power station, bringing a guard squad to force the power cut.

During the fifteen minutes she went to cut power, Fushimi Roku completed his final speech.

With the air of a dictator, he shouted to the crowd:

"I’m not here to create chaos, but to tear apart this hypocritical order!"

"I’m not here to destroy peace, but to expose the tranquility more brutal than war!"

"I’m not here to challenge the law, but to judge the demons above the law!"

"Look at this tower! It stood during the air raids of 1945, it stood tall during the earthquake of 1977— but today, it trembles under the collusion of power and capital!"

"When civil servants become the hounds of tycoons, when police officers become the private soldiers of politicians, when the court becomes the public toilet of the powerful—this tower is Japan’s last beacon!"

"Shout! Let the world hear your voice!!"

...

In front of the TV, Oda Takahiro was stunned.

His veins felt ignited, tears blurred his vision, and the screen still played those recordings, but he felt a thrill of finally being able to vent.

Even though he hadn’t started anything yet.

A moment later, the home phone rang. Oda Takahiro picked up the phone; it was a member of the victims’ family mutual aid association. After calling, there was a moment of silence. They didn’t say anything, but it was as if everything was said.

"I’m planning to find the vice president of Kobayashi Pharmaceutical, what about you?" Oda Takahiro asked.

"I want to go see the tower." Ogasawara Shunma said.

"Good luck to you." Oda Takahiro stood up from the sofa.

"And to you." Ogasawara Shunma said.

Oda Takahiro hung up the phone, eager to leave, and when he passed the building corridor’s fire cabinet, he suddenly stopped.

Well, saves him from having to buy one.

Oda Takahiro smashed the fire cabinet glass, took out the fire axe inside. The fire alarm sounded, he tucked the axe into his coat, lowered his head, hurried downstairs to the underground parking to start the second-hand Buick.

Driving quickly to Kobayashi Pharmaceutical Company, upon inquiring, he found out the vice president was still in a meeting, it seemed big shots also worked hard, having to work overtime at night.

Oda Takahiro had a blank expression, changed into a work uniform, climbed the ladder openly upstairs, and even asked for the location of the meeting room. The employees had no doubts about him, thinking he was a technician changing light bulbs.

When he pushed open the meeting room door, the white-collar elites on either side of the long table turned their heads in surprise. The TV was on, and to his surprise, they were also watching the Tokyo Tower live broadcast.

"What’s the matter?" asked the employee sitting by the door.

"The front desk told me there’s an electrical issue with the meeting room, so I’m here to fix it." Oda Takahiro set down the ladder, put his hand into his lining, and walked toward the vice president at the head seat.

"No need, leave." The employee said unceremoniously.

Oda Takahiro ignored this, and until he was in front of the vice president, the latter stared at him with indifferent eyes, as if an irrelevant insect had intruded into the meeting room.

"Misappropriating company funds, losing so much money, betting on lives to turn the tables, and you still have the face to sit here?" Oda Takahiro asked in a deep voice.

"You are—" The vice president finally looked at the electrician properly.

What came into his view, was a sharp axe.

Oda Takahiro wouldn’t chop people, the first axe struck the vice president’s face, the axe got stuck in the forehead bone. He stepped on the vice president’s thigh, forcefully pulled out the axe, and swung it down again, letting out a beast-like roar.

The meeting room echoed with shrill screams, employees scattered and fled, blood splattered on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the flashes of lightning stretched their shadows long.

...

Similar scenes unfolded continuously in Tokyo, the city’s buried sins erupted like lava, scalding the rainy night.

The Police Department’s switchboard alarm phones rang without stop, officials, white-collar workers, businessmen were consecutively assassinated, major criminal cases quickly erupted.

The police stations were understaffed, reporting up layer by layer; middle management layers had long been slaughtered, the dead were dead, the injured were injured, lastly reported to Chief Kujo’s secretary, who hurriedly went to the power distribution station to find Chief Kujo to report.

"Director, Tokyo is about to riot—" the secretary’s words came to an abrupt halt.

Standing by the power station window, the two of them followed Chief Kujo’s gaze; outside the Tokyo Tower, the crowd pressed against the warning line like a black tide, spreading outward.

The numbers kept increasing, from the streets, from residential buildings, from university dormitories, one angry soul after another came to demonstrate, pushing the warning line markers, forcing the outer guards to retreat step by step.

"It has already rioted."

Kujo Yua’s finger trembled as she lit her last cigarette.