Dozens of police cars roared through Shinjuku street.

Shinjuku Police Chief Nobuyasu Monden received notice from above and decided to personally lead the team.

He specially put on a bulletproof vest and even wore a tactical helmet.

As the chief, he wasn't afraid of dying, but knowing that his death could likely cause chaos in the police station and lead to operational failure, he could only begrudgingly dress so securely.

He wore a Glock pistol on his waist, all of which he obtained through connections.

Though it was said a month in advance that the Metropolitan Police Department would be changing equipment and upgrading weapons to deal with escalating situations and enemies.

Such matters are never completed immediately below after documents are signed above for an entire personnel change.

As long as there is an urgent need for weapons, there exists profit.

Layers of procedures and the speed of approvals depend on money and relationships.

Even if there is dissatisfaction within the Shinjuku Police Station, you can't just urge things along with an open mouth.

After all, even Kochou leads the cabinet well, it's not easy to eliminate the Japanese government's inefficiency and corruption.

Just looking at the war state from a few days ago, Nobuyasu Monden knew that in the short term, the top couldn't see any problems.

When time drags on, various faults and issues will erupt collectively.

Tearing away the curtain used to cover issues from the bottom to the top.

Fortunately, the war state did not last for more than two weeks, letting a large group of people breathe a sigh of relief.

Nobuyasu Monden sat in the front passenger seat, his mind wandering for a while, worried about whether the glass can withstand sniper bullets.

Dare to assassinate the Treasure Users.

Even if it is an assassin targeting a sick Treasure User.

Such audacity already makes hearts tremble.

Moreover, according to reports from the scene, the enemies could also use mines or explosives.

This is no ordinary thug.

"You all protect me later."

Nobuyasu Monden instructed the officers behind him.

They nodded in unison, holding thick riot shields.

Placing the riot shields in the back seat of the police cars, paired with their physique, looked a bit comical, like cramming adults into a stroller.

But the shields in their hands gave them a sense of security, despite looking ridiculous.

After all, appearance can't be eaten.

One after another, police cars entered Shinjuku Hospital, with the white city wall blocking the front, dividing the hospital in half.

Patients and their families were not gathered here.

Apart from some young people seeking to gain attention, most still had normal thinking brains and wouldn't stand under a dangerous wall.

Police cars streamed in, scattering to park.

The rear doors opened, with officers on the left raising riot shields to block the front passenger side car door.

Nobuyasu Monden dared to open the door and get out, holding a loudspeaker, saying: "Miss Emily, we are here, please rest assured, we will definitely protect your safety!"

Other officers got out of the cars, their first action was to disperse the surrounding people, prohibiting them from taking photos.

Those people did not dare to resist.

The main reason was the nervous police had already touched their guns, showing a bit of the United States' style, ready to empty magazine at the slightest disagreement.

The white city wall dissipated like bubbles.

Katerina quickly got Emily into the police car.

Nobuyasu Monden originally wanted to flatter the two, but seeing their swift actions, his expression stiffened.

He quickly reacted, scrambling back into the car where the two were, shouting outside: "Quick, return to the police station first."

Then he turned to the two in the back, saying: "Miss Emily, rest assured, we at Shinjuku Police Station are battle-hardened, guaranteeing no thugs dare cause trouble on our watch!"

"Stop, you don't need to keep saying these things!"

Emily quickly called to stop.

According to film scripts, it's a definite foreshadowing.

She's afraid that once the words fall, the sound of police cars exploding will immediately ring.

Her blue eyes swept side to side.

Fortunately, no sound arose.

It seems the assassin indeed ran away.

"Leave some people to investigate the hospital surveillance, and inquire with the doctors and nurses within, see if anyone saw the doctor pushing the trolley.

On his transfer bed was a blonde woman."

"Yes, yes."

Nobuyasu Monden rapidly nodded, using the walkie-talkie to give orders, then asked, "Do you have any other instructions?"

"The surrounding shops need to be asked as well."

Emily said with little hope.

The two probably disguised themselves, coupled with the chaos at the time, may not find any useful information.

But always have to embrace a try and find attitude.

After all, without having to search herself, just moving her mouth can accomplish it, unnecessary to save.

...

After the two assassins fled the hospital, the first thing they did was remove their disguise.

Apart from desperate assassins, professional assassins know how to apply makeup.

With the aid of modern technology, makeup is no different from ancient transformation techniques.

Those skilled in makeup can perfectly transform their face into one even their own mother wouldn't recognize.

An ordinary-looking man became handsome.

A blonde woman turned into black-haired, with a gentle demeanor.

The two walked hand-in-hand as if they were foreign tourists in Tokyo.

Speaking not Japanese, but Korean.

They didn't hurry to leave Shinjuku, casually roamed, then took the train to the Port District.

They took a taxi to The Ritz-Carlton, Tokyo.

The man had a codename on the street, Vulture.

He liked staying in high-rise hotels.

Vulture stood high, looking at the scenery outside, easily generating a sense of conquest.