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Saori Hoshino waved her hand, her tone relaxed.
……
Tokyo is destined to have a sleepless night tonight.
The inhuman power that the fox displayed in Ikebukuro was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves across all social classes.
Some wealthy individuals are privately holding urgent discussions, weighing whether they should temporarily leave Japan to avoid trouble.
Some activists have already boarded private planes and flown to places like Hokkaido and Kyoto.
Others quickly bought first-class tickets for the earliest flights to leave Japan.
Although the "fox's" actions were far from constituting a war.
But the terrifying swordsmanship and muscular strength he displayed tonight made many people realize the truth.
Hiring a few armed bodyguards would probably be useless against someone like this.
Moreover, "Fox" kills without caring about the victim's status or position.
The fact that even two US brigadier generals were killed in one fell swoop sent a chill down the spines of some people in high positions who usually felt safe and secure.
No one is willing to gamble their life on whether they will be the next target of a "madman".
The ancient adage "A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall" is practiced even more thoroughly by the wealthy.
This is why capital often flows out first when there are signs of unrest in a country.
motherland?
For them, assets are the true nationality; as long as they have wealth, they can live comfortably in any country.
But unlike the wealthy who can walk away at any time, the prime minister cannot run away.
If a country's highest administrative official were to flee in panic at the slightest sign of trouble, his political career would be over.
After being urgently woken from his sleep by the chief secretary, he didn't even wait for the Metropolitan Police Department to submit a detailed written report before going online to check the situation.
The speed at which bloggers analyze and disseminate information about the scene online is far faster than the official forensic reports.
This made him realize instantly that the seriousness of the problem far exceeded his imagination.
He looked at the chief secretary standing to the side and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have any experimental subjects escaped from the American human laboratories?"
The chief secretary replied respectfully, "We immediately sent an urgent inquiry to the U.S. through diplomatic channels, but have not yet received a specific response."
The Prime Minister frowned.
He had naturally heard rumors that the United States had set up secret laboratories in Japan to conduct certain "special research," but there was nothing he could do about it.
The United States has hundreds of military bases in Japan, so even if he harbors resentment, he dares not easily express it.
"Let's wait for news then."
The prime minister sighed, rubbed his throbbing temples, and then asked, "What's your opinion on this matter?"
The chief secretary cautiously replied, "Based on the firsthand experience and description of Asahi TV reporter Mai Komura at the scene, the fox should still be made of flesh and blood, not invulnerable to bullets; he is also afraid of bullets."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have used a motorcycle to block the gunfire.
Regarding security at the Prime Minister's official residence, I recommend immediately doubling the existing guard force.
"Okay, you should immediately start arranging the relevant security upgrades."
The Prime Minister nodded in agreement and immediately issued an order: "In addition, immediately notify the Superintendent General of Police and the Commissioner General of the National Police Agency to come and see me."
He paused, then added, "I'd also like to hear the opinions and suggestions of the National Public Safety Commission and the Governor of Tokyo."
"Hi!"
The chief secretary bowed deeply, accepted the order, and quickly left to make arrangements.
Chapter 120 The Fox's True Identity?
Kiyoshi Kaneda didn't sleep all night.
There was so much crucial information flooding in last night that he was like a high-speed machine, constantly collecting, filtering, and analyzing every piece of news related to "the fox."
He used mind maps to sort out clues, attempted to create a psychological profile of the "fox," predicted its possible identity, background, and behavior patterns, and devised a search and capture plan.
The relevant analysis report was not finally completed until 6 a.m.
He dragged his tired body to the cramped bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
His hair was greasy and messy, like a bird's nest swept away by a storm. His skin, which had been deprived of sunlight for a long time, was pale and bloodless. The heavy dark circles under his eyes looked particularly frightening at this moment.
His eyes were bloodshot, yet his expression carried a morbid excitement, as if he would suddenly die from overexertion at any moment.
"I really should take better care of my health."
He muttered to himself, reached up and touched his cheek, turned on the tap, filled his toothbrush cup with cold water, and began brushing his teeth and washing his face, trying to use the cold water to dispel some of his fatigue.
He then picked up the report and hurriedly left the rented room.
The police car he drove back in yesterday was parked in the apartment's parking lot.
He opened the car door, got in, started the engine, and drove quickly to the Metropolitan Police Department.
After parking his car, he gripped the report tightly, walked into the building, and took the elevator upstairs.
Soon after, he pushed open the door to the "Fox Hunt" task force office.
To his surprise, at this time, all the team members in the office were present, which was unusual.
They arrived even earlier than him, the deputy group leader.
An unusually somber atmosphere permeated the entire room.
Ryosuke Nara, standing at the very front of the line, was dressed in a completely different manner than usual.
He was wearing a light blue formal shirt.
Most striking are the four gleaming gold sun emblems on the shoulder straps, which are part of the Superintendent General's uniform.
Kiyoshi Kaneda's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.
It seems that I was completely absorbed in the case last night and completely ignored the ensuing political storm.
Given the severity of this incident, and following the government's usual logic of shifting blame, someone must step forward and take responsibility.
He braced himself, took the report, and stepped forward respectfully, saying, "Good morning, Superintendent General of Nara Police Department."
Looking at his unkempt appearance, Nara Ryosuke really wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but considering the serious occasion, he kept a straight face and said in a cold tone, "I'm fine."
But you've ruined everything for former Superintendent General Shiratori!
He deliberately emphasized the word "before" and continued to berate, "It's all because of your incompetence."
The inability to find the fox's whereabouts forced him to resign last night.
You must take full responsibility for this!
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression turned even colder.
Originally, Nara Ryosuke planned to send this troublesome guy to Fukuoka to guard the reservoir after the case was over.
But now the situation is different; he has ascended to the position of Superintendent General of Police.
Therefore, the scene where Kiyoshi Kaneda witnessed his disheveled state on the rooftop of the Metropolitan Police Department became a humiliation he absolutely did not want to recall.
The guy who witnessed his disgraceful behavior must disappear from his sight immediately.
"Your supplementary promotion assessment as a police inspector is now officially over. You have failed!"
Nara Ryosuke's voice was firm and decisive, "From this moment on, you are demoted to inspector. Get over here immediately and report to the liaison office in Ikebukuro!"
In Japan, "koban" is equivalent to a community police station. Their daily work mainly involves patrolling, receiving reports from the public, mediating neighborhood disputes, and even trivial matters such as helping elderly women cross the street.
Want to get involved in solving the case?
That's basically wishful thinking.
This was undoubtedly the most direct humiliation that Nara Ryosuke inflicted on Kaneda Kiyoshi.
Kiyoshi Kaneda sighed deeply in his heart, but still wanted to make one last effort.
He handed over the report with both hands, his tone earnest: "Nara Police Superintendent General, this is a detailed analysis report on foxes that I compiled last night, which contains some new inferences."
I hope you can review this before deciding whether I should stay or leave.
"unnecessary!"
Nara Ryosuke waved his hand roughly, his face growing increasingly cold.
What he hated most was that Kiyoshi Kaneda always put on this "only I know how to solve cases" attitude, as if he were the professional elite who graduated from the University of Tokyo, while he himself was a mediocre person who did not come from a professional background.
What right does someone who can't even get into the University of Tokyo have to flaunt their intelligence in front of him?
He is the true elite!
The white bird had shown him kindness and mentorship, and he deeply respected that senior.
However, he always harbored resentment towards Shiratori for going against the majority and appointing Kiyoshi Kaneda, a non-professional, to lead such an important task force, believing it to be a misstep.
As it turned out, Shiratori appointed this person under immense pressure, but ultimately failed to solve the case and ruined his own future.
If you're not from an elite background, you can't even produce a decent-looking PPT report to satisfy your superiors!
"Regarding the fox's identity, the higher-ups have basically confirmed it after an emergency communication with the US side. There's no need for you to add anything unnecessary here!"
Nara Ryosuke said firmly, "We'll catch the fox soon."
"Now, hand over your sidearm immediately and get out of here!"
He issued an ultimatum.
Looking at his arrogant and self-righteous face, Kiyoshi Kaneda knew that saying anything more would be futile.
He silently unfastened his sidearm from his waist, placed it on the table beside him, and said calmly, "In that case, I choose to resign."
If it were just a transfer back to the First Investigation Division, he might be able to tolerate it in order to participate in the cases.
But if he were sent to the barracks to deal with trivial matters, then wearing this uniform would be meaningless.
Perhaps it would be better to leave now.