[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 4, Chapter 6)

Chapter Six: Shocking Explosion at the Metropolitan Police Department

I flicked my wrist, disabling the mechanism of the pistol at Otomo Masao's waist, then casually tossed a small ball that

landed right in front of his nose. With a "poof," the ball turned into a cloud of white gas, enveloping

Otomo Masao's face.

Otomo Masao sneezed several times, staggering to his feet. Still

groggy couldn't quite remember what had happened. He turned to sit down in his armchair.

"Bang!" Because of my light kick, the armchair slid to the other side, and Otomo Masao landed hard

on his bottom, tears welling in his eyes from the pain. At the same time, his mind cleared completely.

Before Otomo Masao's eyes were four people: one man and three women. The women were all very beautiful and

youthful also quite young. It seemed they belonged in a high school or university campus, not

here.

"You..."

Seeing that we were all very young, Masao Otomo's fear lessened considerably. He was about to put on a stern face and say something

to scare us, but his eyes swept over the man lying on the ground—he was

a bodyguard sent by the Sumiyoshi-kai, who could usually take on five people at once without any problem, but now he was lying on the ground covered in silver needles,

with his pistol lying to the side.

A chill ran down his spine involuntarily, and Otomo Masao's expression immediately turned obsequious: "

Do you want money or something? Just say the word, and I won't refuse you."

Koharu glared at him fiercely: "Otomo Masao, you've maliciously bankrupted twenty-one companies,

haven't you?"

To be honest, the doll-like girl's fierce attitude wasn't scary at all; it was actually quite cute. But when Otomo Masao

saw the silver tube dangling in her hand, he dared not have any thoughts and could only say, "Yes, but I

didn't maliciously. If a company has no potential or ability to develop, why

should I, as a businessman, continue to run it? Bankruptcy is beneficial to both the country and the taxpayers."

The three girls simultaneously roared in anger: "Lies!"

Otomo Masao said in a panic: "I'm just stating the facts, how can it be considered a lie?"

I caught a fleeting look of contempt in Otomo Masao's eyes. He probably thought that although the person in front of him was ruthless

, was still young and no match for his cunning.

I always have a way of dealing with these kinds of people.

After thinking for a moment, I took out three tubes of silver needles from my bag, this time with white covers, though the buttons

remained the same.

Holding the new needles, my concubines were confused.

I explained gently, "These needles will cause immense pain, but won't make you

faint . They're perfect for dealing with those who don't tell the truth."

"Oh..."

My concubines understood immediately and pressed the buttons almost simultaneously. Otomo Masao tried to dodge, but

he couldn't overcome the lightning speed, and three needles were simultaneously inserted into his body.

This time, the needles were different from the last. Last time, he collapsed upon being pierced, but this time, a tremendous

pain shot through the wounds, causing him to kneel violently on the ground. The excruciating pain was like

the beatings Otomo Masao received from his father with a wooden stick when he was five years old.

His screams were incessant. The girls looked at him with pity, but also felt a pang of sympathy.

I smiled calmly and said, "Masao Otomo, while you may not have made any mistakes in your business dealings, as

a person, you have lost the necessary kindness and humanity. The poison on the needles will cause you unbearable physical pain, but

have you ever thought about how much pain those employees who have worked hard for decades for the companies you maliciously bankrupted are experiencing

? They lost their jobs and received no severance pay because of the malicious bankruptcy. How are they supposed to

support their wives and children? There must be quite a few people who have become pessimistic, desperate, or even committed suicide because of this, right?"

The girls nodded secretly after hearing what I said, their disgust for Masao Otomo deepening even further

. If it weren't for Chikage and Eri stopping them, the doll-like beauties would have set the silver needles to rapid fire and given him

fourteen needles at once.

"Ah...it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Masao Otomo screamed in agony, yet he still retained a sliver of consciousness: "Save me! Save me...I

'll do anything, I'll give you anything!"

I calmly tossed him a pill, and Masao, his hand trembling, quickly swallowed it.

Strangely enough, in less than half a minute, Masao stopped screaming, slowly stood up,

pulled out the silver needles from his body, and looked timidly at the three girls and me.

I glanced at the calculator's main screen, which showed hundreds of rapidly moving red dots

surging in from all directions hundreds of meters away. "My darlings, write down whatever you want on a piece of paper later, and have him read it aloud

to the entire audience in Tokyo and all of Japan ," 　　I gave my little wives a task. 　　"Do we have to allow the cameras in?" 　　Eri asked in astonishment. 　　"No need, I can directly switch to the TV signal here, and the sound will be transmitted so everyone can hear it." 　　"Hmm... okay..." The girls all had the potential to be little witches. Their big eyes darted around, and they smiled mischievously. They picked up a piece of paper from the table and began to write as they thought. 　　Masao Otomo saw the girls place the silver tube on the table two meters away from him, but knowing the power of the silver needles inside, he dared not move an inch. 　　After decades of hard work and struggle, from a fisherman's son to a tycoon with over 200 billion yen , Masao Otomo possessed many skills that others lacked, such as his exceptional insight. 　　Although it was only three beautiful young girls who had entered the room and made their move, Masao Otomo knew that the boy with the faint smile in his eyes was the most terrifying person. Putting aside everything else, that Sumiyoshi-kai expert didn't even have time to fire his gun before his palm was pierced by a sharp throwing knife. How terrifying was that? Such methods couldn't possibly have been done by three delicate young girls, could they? 　　Because of these considerations, Masao Otomo understood that taking action might result in him killing these four...

He could be subdued, but there was a higher chance he'd be killed outright, suffering an even worse fate than before. So, even though

escape within reach, Masao Otomo didn't dare move an inch.

I glanced dismissively at his sweat-drenched face and looked up at the calculator screen. Red dots were rapidly approaching both the

front and back doors.

I pressed the "Y" key, and a sudden explosion erupted in front of the doors. The force wasn't great, just enough to create

a heatwave that swept up surrounding doors, windows, and debris, sending them hurtling towards the armed SWAT officers trying to rush in.

The explosion and the groaning sounds were clearly audible through the screen's speakers. The SWAT officers, fully protective of their gear

, weren't injured because they hadn't yet entered the doors; at most, they were thrown back several meters by the heatwave and

knocked unconscious.

But this perfectly timed explosion completely extinguished the police's hopes of sneaking in. This

explosion could be seen as a warning: since the kidnappers dared to detonate the bombs planted at the doors at this moment,

who knew how many more bombs were inside?

Before the facts were clear, using SWAT officers' lives to pave a bloody path was not what anyone

wanted. Therefore, hundreds of SWAT officers surrounded the building, and no one

dared to move without further instructions.

Commanding the scene was

Kobayashi Renryo, the head of the Regional General Affairs Section of the Regional Division, one of the nine divisions of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Kobayashi

Renryo was a typical Japanese man: resolute, cold-faced, and meticulous in his work.

As his subordinate, one constantly felt immense pressure from his hawk-like sharp eyes. There was a long-standing joke in the Regional Division: if you encountered a criminal who wouldn't talk, just let him spend a few hours

with Chief Kobayashi , and you'd be guaranteed to get all the information. 　　Today's case was detected by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's satellites within a minute of the explosion, showing a massive black cloud. They then saw hundreds of disheveled employees running in panic from the Otomo Building, followed by countless others fleeing in terror. 　　The Metropolitan Police Department immediately transferred the surveillance footage to the Planning Division of the General Affairs Department, specifically the Tokyo Metropolitan Public Safety Commission Office. 　　The officer on duty didn't dare delay, presenting it to the head of the General Affairs Department. The head of the General Affairs Department, based on the specific situation in the bustling streets of Shinjuku, requested the transfer of the Regional General Affairs Division from the Regional Police Department. Of the nine departments in the Metropolitan Police Department, only the Police Affairs Department and the Regional Police Department had special forces units, and the Regional Police Department's General Affairs Division's "Guerrilla Special Guard Unit" was perfectly suited for this kind of terrorist activity involving control of entire buildings. 　　Kobayashi Renryo was thus ordered to lead his "Guerrilla Special Guard Unit" to the streets of Shinjuku. 　　On the way, Kobayashi Renryo received bad news: the monitoring satellites couldn't penetrate the building's exterior to see inside due to interference from an unknown signal. They only learned from those who had escaped that almost everyone in the building had come out, except for the thirty-three people on the top floor, including President They believed that the so-called "Justice Holy War Group" had kidnapped those on the top floor. 　　These bastards are not simple! Just watching the scene where the explosion had prevented the "Guerrilla Special Guard" from entering , Kobayashi Renryo frowned deeply. 　　"Did it connect?" 　　Standing at the front of dozens of police cars, Kobayashi Renryo asked his subordinates behind him. 　　"Reporting, Chief, all the phones inside are being heavily jammed; there's no sign of them connecting at all," 　　a technician, sweating profusely, reported from the car. 　　"Are the snipers in position around here?" 　　"Chief, confirmed. All eighteen snipers are in position." 　　"Did they see anything?" 　　"There are two rooms facing glass; we can't see anything with the naked eye." 　　"Damn it! Isn't there a thermal imaging camera?" 　　"There's a very powerful jamming device in that area. The thermal imaging camera couldn't detect any signs of life ." 　　"Another jammer!" Kobayashi Renji was furious. He slammed his fist on the roof of the police car next to him, causing a tremor. "It can resist satellite detection and block thermal imaging cameras. Who on earth is inside? Are they American agents?" 　　"Chief, the helicopter is parked a kilometer away. They asked if we need support?" 　　A subordinate ran over and asked. 　　"Not for now." 　　Kobayashi Renji said coldly. "We know nothing about the situation inside. Don't provoke the kidnappers." 　　"Yes, sir!" " 　　Where are the blueprints for the top floor? Why haven't they arrived yet?" 　　Frustrated, Kobayashi Renji roared, his booming voice making the surrounding subordinates feel a little numb. 　　Another subordinate said tremblingly, "This building was completed ten years ago, and the blueprints have been sealed away for a long time . It will take a little more time." 　　"Time! Time!" 　　Kobayashi Renliang roared, "I'll give you time, but will the kidnappers give me time? Thirty minutes ! If I don't see the blueprints in thirty minutes, you can go back to Okinawa and go fishing." 　　The subordinate didn't even dare to argue, and quickly agreed while running away. At that moment, Kobayashi Renryo's walkie-talkie rang: "Section Chief, the 'Guerrilla Special Guard Unit' First Team reports that after scanning the area around the main entrance of the building with thermal detectors, we discovered fifty-two objects with enormous explosive energy scattered around. Each one is probably equivalent to the power of an anti-missile rocket launcher." 　　"Section Chief, the 'Guerrilla Special Guard Unit' Second Team has also discovered twenty-three landmines or bombs with the same enormous . If they were detonated together, the Otomo Building would be reduced to ruins immediately." 　　Kobayashi Renryo's face turned ashen; the situation was more serious than he had imagined. "Damn it! Could it be that international terrorists have really entered Japan?" 　　A bespectacled policeman next to him whispered, "Section Chief, should we notify the Ministry of Public Security's Third Foreign Affairs Division ?" 　　"Why would we call them?" 　　"They're in charge of international terrorist activities." 　　"Bullshit!" 　　Kobayashi Renryo pointed at him and cursed, "You're admitting to them that our department is incompetent and that we need the Ministry of Public Security."

"Coming to solve this? Get out of here and stop talking nonsense!"

"Class..."

Before he could finish speaking, a beautiful voice rang in Kobayashi Renryo's ear again.

"What?"

The barrage of questions made Kobayashi Renryo impatient. He turned and glared fiercely at the

new, pretty policewoman, who nearly collapsed in fear.

"NHK, TBS, TV Tokyo, Fuji TV... Asahi Shimbun,

Yomiuri Shimbun ... more than twenty news media outlets are all on the perimeter, trying to get in to interview and find out the facts."

"Idiots! Block them all out! If anyone gets in, I'll fire them!"

Kobayashi Renryo refused without a second thought. As a police department handling crisis situations, they hated

TV stations and news reporters the most. In their mouths, even the most perfect rescue operation would be criticized as worthless.

Kobayashi Renryo had long inherited the glorious tradition and painful experience of his predecessors, and he never paid any attention to them.

"Chief, Chief, they're here, they're here!"

The policeman who had made the call jumped out of the car excitedly and handed Kobayashi Renryo

a walkie-talkie: "The criminals want to speak to you."

Kobayashi Renryo glanced at the walkie-talkie, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his agitated emotions,

gradually regaining his cold expression.

Then, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said coldly and seriously, "I am

Kobayashi Renryo, Chief of the Regional General Affairs Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. You are completely surrounded. Put your hands up and get out here! Otherwise, I will immediately

have you lawless bastards shot dead!"

As Kobayashi Renryo spoke, he didn't notice that the reporters chattering on the periphery changed their expressions at

the same time. At that moment, instead of hearing

the voices of the TV presenters on the other side, they heard Kobayashi Renryo's words. The reporters who came to cover the scene were all cunning and experienced;

they quickly shut their mouths and listened quietly to what was to come.

And it wasn't just them who heard this; everyone listening to the radio broadcast and everyone sitting in

front of their television sets also heard it.

Those with access to the television signal weren't hearing the host's narration or discussion; instead, they were hearing the

clear voice of Kobayashi Renryo, the section chief of the Metropolitan Police Department, as

clearly as if they were listening to a phone call. At this moment, it wasn't just the police, the host, and the reporters who were listening intently; ordinary people concerned about this major terrorist incident

were also listening . 　　And indeed, their efforts paid off; they heard what they wanted to hear. 　　A clear, slightly metallic female voice interrupted Kobayashi Renliang: "Hehehe , Section Chief Kobayashi, you seem to have forgotten that we still have thirty-three hostages, haven't you? Before , shouldn't you ask their families' opinions?" 　　"Bastards!" 　　Kobayashi Renliang forcefully suppressed his anger: "What exactly do you want?" 　　"We have many demands, can you guarantee they'll be met?" 　　"As long as the demands are reasonable, we can consider them, but remember, never harm the hostages, otherwise I'll be the first to rush in and kill you all..." 　　Kobayashi Renliang was a seasoned negotiator, knowing that he had to suppress , only then could he gain the upper hand. 　　"That's great!" 　　the clear voice said seriously: "My first demand is: world peace!"

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