"Bastard, *****."

Through the headset, the senior police officers, who were holding their breath in a nearby makeshift operations conference room, clearly heard the kidnapper's request.

Because of this, people with irritable personalities have begun to pound the table and scold their mothers.

"How is it possible for us to contact His Majesty the Emperor?! How on earth did this dregs of society come together?! Are the people at customs eating*! ”

A police officer from the army habitually detained the black pot to the navy first.

"The problem is that we don't have any other choice right now. The kidnappers are numerous, there are many weapons, and there are many children of the consortium among the hostages, and we have just received pressure from above to deal with this matter as soon as possible. ”

A slightly calmer inspector tried to calm the situation.

"But it is obviously unrealistic to contact the Imperial Household Agency now, and if His Majesty the Emperor is allowed to come forward, then the face of our Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will really be lost."

Another police inspector immediately objected.

"The key to solving the problem lies with Kogi So-san, telling him that he can relax the conditions a little more, but he must suppress the impact of this matter. The impact on the consortium's side can be dealt with after the fact. ”

Unsurprisingly, this centrist proposal was unanimously approved.

Shifting most of the pressure from oneself to the person involved is a decision that everyone is happy to see.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that the bold negotiations had already been broadcast on the city's large advertising screens.

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"Listen to me, Mr. J."

Toshiro Oda took a deep breath to prevent himself from showing his slump.

After all, the side is too uncompetitive, and it is obviously just a condition for bluffing, but it has to back down due to the pressure from all parties, even if it lowers the bottom line of the negotiation, it will undoubtedly increase the difficulty of the entire negotiation work.

"We negotiate in good faith, so I hope you can talk to us in good faith."

"It is not a good idea to alarm His Majesty the Emperor, and whatever your purpose is, I believe that it has no connection with His Majesty the Emperor, who has no quarrel with the world. Even if His Majesty the Emperor comes, you won't get any real benefits. ”

The premise is that this madman does not want to assassinate the emperor.

Oda Kiritoro sneered, and his heart was actually drumming.

"We have agreed to make greater concessions in the negotiations, so please put forward real needs that will be convenient for both parties."

- God knows if this routine for dealing with ordinary robbers will work.

Kogi Zengjin maintained complete silence, judging from the situation at the scene, his attitude actually represented the attitude of the police, so he must be cautious in his words and deeds.

Not to mention......

Thinking of his gentle wife, lively and lovely daughter, and naughty son at home, his heart hidden under the seriousness couldn't help but fluctuate.

It may be the last mission of his police career, but it shouldn't be the last night of his life.

…… For the sake of the family.

The only one who wanted to jump up without any fluctuation or even excitement was probably Asami Sato, who acted as a note-taker on the side.

The recorder had long since been opened, and in addition to that, she was holding a small notebook and quickly jotting down something, and sketching the image in front of her with a stick pen.

After all, for the sake of the future of the workplace, she did not hesitate to rush into the tiger's den in Longtan, in addition to courage and determination, this girl must have a lot of off-line and natural stay.

"That's really a pity, it's rare to be on such a beautiful day, but you can't see what the difference between the so-called emperor of the thousand generations is and ordinary people."

He said this, but Mercer did not show the slightest look of pity.

"How about bringing some fireworks?"

…… exm？

Toshiro Oda's cheeks twitched, and he couldn't tell if he was really asking for it or a joke.

"Actually, when I was a kid, I always wanted to see what a really grand fireworks look like."

"But the family has no money, and I live in the countryside, so I can only save up my pocket money every year."

"Year after year; Year after year......"

The slightly hoarse voice suppressed the reminiscence, echoing on the deserted rooftop, like an ice cube suddenly placed on the back, making everyone prick up their ears and listen carefully.

"Finally, one year, I saved enough money and took the tram to the big city."

"I bought fireworks, but I couldn't bear to let their light disappear into the night."

"So I'm thinking ......"

"Can you enjoy that glow a little more before it's gone?"

"So I lit the fuse and pressed close to the hole that was about to glow."

As he spoke, Mercer's voice grew higher.

He stood up, his eyes closed and his arms open, as if he wanted to embrace the 'enchanting' light that existed in his imagination.

Asami Sato looked at him breathlessly, and her hand holding the pen began to tremble with excitement - not only to capture such a major news, but also to gain insight into the past and heart of the criminal. Once such heavyweight material is reported, she will definitely become a well-known reporter in all RB immediately.

That's a ......

However, in the gap she could not perceive, a touch of green had climbed into her eyes, and then quietly lurked.

“bang～”

A slight firework unfurls.

Mercer looked sideways to the left, a hideous smile that made people shudder.

Xiao Mu Zeng Jin looked at the narrow warhead hovering in the air in a daze, as well as the illusory golden fragments that were sputtered around it.

Why, is this happening?

The clowns' gaze is fanatical.

Toshiro Oda's gaze was fearful.

Asami Sato's gaze was amazed.

Mai sighed unexpectedly, but she couldn't tell if she was out of inexplicable concern or out of a natural guess about the freak.

Like taking a fallen leaf from his body, Mercer easily pinched the bullet and threw it out with his backhand.

"Sa-"

There was no explosion propelled by gunpowder, only the screech of metal breaking through the air.

The police sniper in the building in the distance was also stunned, unable to believe that the image he saw in the sniper scope was real.

The bullet that came out of his muzzle then returned at a higher speed, passing through the chamber of the gun without any fault, and bursting the magazine, causing a zero-range explosion and fragmentation that instantly took the sniper's life.

"It's time for fireworks."

Under Xiao Mu Zengjin's dull gaze, the black-clothed clowns took action one after another, standing on the edge of the tall building, and opened the large black travel bags in their hands one by one.

"No, wait, you can't do that."

Toshiro Oda panicked and tried to stop the next move, but no one looked at him even more.

"Please, this-"

"Bang!"

He was interrupted by a violent explosion from the nearby building, and the debris of the mirrored wall splattered, and the heat and shock waves that rushed in his face sent him tumbling to the ground.

More explosions and gunfire were heard near and far, and police fire points were destroyed one by one, and in a short time, they were left unavailable by suicide attacks in their base camps.

Bursts of firelight reflected the sky red, like countless overlapping fireworks.

"All you care about is money, money, money."

Mercer shrugged, his pale cheeks glowing with a terrifying flame in the firelight.

"Whew-"

Bundles of Fukuzawa Yukichi broke free from the shackles of the slips of paper and scattered in the night sky as free as snowflakes.

One bag, another bag.

Toshiro Oda held his head in pain, unwilling to see the maddening scene.

Not all clowns don't love money, but when the first bag of bills that represents the majority of this society is dropped, the thrill of contempt for money and authority completely appeals to them who are crazy at heart.

Amid the cheers, they didn't care to drop, shred, and trample on the soles of their feet.

The wealth that cannot be obtained by struggling for a whole year, more than ten years, or even a lifetime on weekdays is now red. Bare. Laid naked in front of them, at their disposal.

So everyone turned into a crazy beast, venting the most primitive desire for destruction in their hearts.

The silent streets calmly greet the fragments of these banknotes, like snowflakes in winter, and coat themselves in a white coat.

No police, no pedestrians.

"That's the right ......"

Only clowns.

"That's right."