Chapter 3344

After the Tokyo Metropolitan Police brought the situation under control, half of the surviving assassins from the Qingstone Alliance finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it's the Tokyo Metropolitan Police, so they certainly uphold basic martial ethics—it's impossible for them to do something outrageous like driving a vehicle into the crowd or throwing explosives inside.

The members of the Yamaguchi-gumi also felt they saw hope; rather than being trapped here amidst corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood, they'd rather be swiftly arrested by the police and thrown into prison—at least it's a place where people can stay.

The most depressed party has to be the Inokawa Association.

They hadn't witnessed Ye Chen's terror; they only felt this operation was incredibly unlucky—just arriving, they clashed with that bunch of Yamaguchi-gumi dogs, gained no advantage, then had their retreat cut off, and in the pitch-black corridor where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, they fought chaotically, and even now they haven't seen the enemy's appearance, yet they're about to be arrested.

At this moment, the Commissioner of Police was already furious beyond endurance—this bunch of dog-brazen yakuza actually dared to come to Mitsui Ryotaka's turf to assassinate Tawana, and even caused casualties numbering in the hundreds—this is simply smashing their own rice bowls; even if it were his own son who did it, he'd want to chop him with a knife, let alone a bunch of yakuza.

Thus, he immediately called the heads of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Inokawa Association, and on the phone he told each of them the exact same sentence.

"I don't care where you are right now—if you don't want to be randomly shot dead by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police's SWAT tonight, then get your asses to the Dome immediately!"

Neither of them expected the Police Commissioner to personally call them; only then did they realize that their single-minded desire to snatch that ten billion US dollars in dark flower had likely caused a major disaster in a moment of heated impulse.

Although in Japan they are both gang bosses commanding tens of thousands of underlings, that doesn't mean they can stand above the law; usually engaging in some gray-market profiteering or occasional violent crimes, the police might turn a blind eye, but once they touch the police's reverse scale, their days will absolutely not be easy.

Moreover, the caller was the Police Commissioner himself—the top cop in Tokyo and all of Japan—provoking him means, for gang members, it's already the highest level of disaster; they might truly lose their lives, so neither dared delay—they immediately set off for the Dome.

Meanwhile, the Police Commissioner at this time also called Mitsui Ryotaka's brother, Mitsui Ryokou.

Mitsui Ryokou was currently driving toward Nishino Eight Lakes at this moment.

In his expectation, his brother had surely already been killed by his own samurai, and even his only daughter, Mitsui Kokomi, might possibly have been killed as well; according to the current Mitsui family inheritance order, if only the elder brother died, theoretically his niece Mitsui Kokomi would inherit, but the key is that Mitsui Kokomi hasn't married and taken a husband, so according to family tradition, she still cannot directly inherit the family position, so all major and minor affairs of the Mitsui family will now be managed by him as regent.

If the niece also died, then he could righteously and properly become the next family head.

And his current journey to Nishino Eight Lakes is also to put on a full act.

To ensure tonight's operation doesn't raise suspicion, he specially hired several assassins to attack his father's retirement residence, then mobilized the family's helicopters and armed bodyguards to rush to support, and he himself also set out immediately—this way, his brother dies at the Dome, and he can disassociate himself from it.

He felt this was simply heaven helping him—because just at this critical juncture, someone actually spent one billion US dollars to buy Tawana's life, his assassins wiped them all out, and he could pin the blame on that mysterious American who placed the dark flower.

At this moment, his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller was the Police Commissioner, his heart instantly leapt with wild joy.

Since leaving the Dome, he had been waiting for bad news, though he didn't know who would deliver it to him.

Seeing the Police Commissioner's call, he instinctively assumed his brother must already be dead, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police must have already arrived at the Dome, so the Commissioner himself was calling to deliver the bad news.

Thus, he answered the phone and feigned curiosity: "Mr. Watanabe, why are you calling me so late?"

The Police Commissioner gathered his emotions and tone, then said: "Mr. Mitsui, I'm calling to inform you of some bad news."

At this moment, Mitsui Ryokou hadn't forgotten his act—he hurriedly asked: "Mr. Watanabe, could it be… could it be that my father in Nishino Eight Lakes has encountered some mishap?!"

"No……" the Police Commissioner lied: "It's your brother, Mr. Mitsui Ryotaka, who was killed at the Dome."

"What?!" Mitsui Ryokou feigned anguish: "You're saying my brother was killed?! How is that possible?! You must be lying to me, right?!"

The Police Commissioner thought: "Yeah, I'm lying to you—your brother had you killed, and you're either figuring it out or deliberately putting on an act with me?"

Thinking this, he still sighed deeply in character, helplessly saying: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Mitsui, but your brother was indeed killed—tonight many yakuza members, and possibly even many professional assassins, came to the Dome to assassinate Tawana Svet, and your brother was unfortunately killed by them."

Mitsui Ryokou instinctively pressed hard on his own chest—this was because his heart, upon hearing the Police Commissioner say those words, had nearly doubled its beating speed.

But this wasn't due to sorrow—it was due to excitement.

Still, the act must go on—he choked up and said: "How could this happen… my brother is still so young, in his prime, and he had so many bodyguards around him—how could he encounter misfortune?"

Saying this, he didn't wait for the Police Commissioner's reply before urgently asking: "Mr. Watanabe, how is my niece?! It seems she attended the event tonight with my brother—has she encountered any danger?"

The Police Commissioner was momentarily stunned.

Mitsui Ryotaka hadn't given him a standard answer to this question.

So, for a moment he also didn't know how to respond.

But after all, the Police Commissioner is the Police Commissioner—his reaction speed is still somewhat faster than ordinary people's; he thought, since Mitsui Ryotaka even said he himself was dead, he likely wants to throw a smoke screen at his brother Mitsui Ryokou—then I might as well make that smoke screen even thicker.

Thus, he said with great regret: "Mr. Mitsui, your niece has also been killed."

"Pfft……" Mitsui Ryokou couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart—he almost snorted with laughter.

But he immediately switched to a sobbing voice, choking out in anguish: "Ah, how could this be! Kokomi is only in her twenties…… how could these assassins be so brutal!"

The Police Commissioner rubbed his nose and said: "Mr. Mitsui, please accept my condolences—I called just to inform you of this news first, but tonight's events at the Dome are indeed extremely serious, and I still have many matters to handle, so I won't keep you any longer."

Mitsui Ryokou immediately said: "Mr. Watanabe, I'm coming right now! I must see my brother and niece with my own eyes!"

The Police Commissioner thought: "This might actually be what Mitsui Ryotaka wanted me to act for—so he said: "Alright, if it's convenient for you, come over—I've already locked down this area, but when you arrive, call me and I'll have someone escort you in."

"Alright!" Mitsui Ryokou said thanks, then immediately hung up and excitedly told the driver: "Turn around, turn around—turn back now!"

……

At this moment, the Dome's entire backstage area and the staff-only vehicle entry and exit points had all been placed under lockdown by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police.

Helicopters flew back and forth many times, transporting large numbers of SWAT to the scene and nearby areas—such a commotion couldn't be hidden from the public, so many people online were discussing, wondering what exactly had happened at the Dome to draw so many police.

Xiao Churan and Dong Ruolin had, according to Ye Chen's instructions, already left the venue first and headed to the hotel, but on the way back to the hotel, they also saw several police helicopters flying toward the Dome; Xiao Churan specially messaged Ye Chen asking if he knew what had happened, and Ye Chen told her that Tawana had encountered some danger, but the police had already arrived and handled it.

More than ten minutes later, a left-hand-drive Bentley Mulsanne arrived at the Dome's internal entrance.

In Japan, vehicles drive on the left, so the vast majority of vehicles are right-hand drive.

But in the world of wealthy Japanese people, driving a left-hand-drive car is considered prestigious.

Thus, one often sees many imported luxury cars in Japan being left-hand drive—although driving them feels awkward, it's also a symbol of individuality among Japan's wealthy.

At this moment, the armed special police stopped the vehicle, with dozens of gun barrels aimed at all the windows.

The rear window rolled down, and a Japanese man in his fifties very cautiously said: "Officers, good day… I… I am Takahiro Mochi of the Inokawa Association."

The special policeman closest to him, upon hearing this, directly shoved his HK416 assault rifle into the vehicle, pressing the muzzle against Takahiro Mochi's forehead, and coldly said: "Get out! If you make any dangerous move, I might open fire!"

Takahiro Mochi was so frightened his whole body shuddered—he had clearly reported his identity, yet this special policeman still dared to point a gun at him and speak so insolently—this could only prove one thing: his superior had already given him a clear order to do this.

It seems I've truly caused a major disaster this time.

Thus, he could only honestly say: "Please don't get agitated—I'm getting out now!"

Having said that, he reached out to open the car door.

That special policeman coldly said: "Hands up—don't move; if either hand leaves my line of sight, I might open fire!"

"This..." Takao Machi said awkwardly: "You won't let me move around, so how am I supposed to open the door and get out? Why don't you help me open the door, or let my driver do it?"

The SWAT officer said disdainfully: "Stick your hands out the window, and my people will help you out."

"What?" Takao Machi asked in surprise: "What do you mean 'your people will help me out'?"

The SWAT officer had no time to explain, he took a step back, gripped his gun tighter with both hands, his right index finger already on the trigger, and shouted sternly: "Stick your hands out the window! Right now!"

Afraid the officer might really shoot, Takao Machi quickly and obediently stuck his hands out the car window.

At that moment, two more SWAT officers rushed forward, each grabbing one of his arms, and forcibly dragged him out of the car window!

Takao Machi's body was pulled out of the car, his ankles just clearing the vehicle when he immediately slammed toward the ground. He had just tried to use his legs to find balance and stand steady, but the two SWAT officers deliberately yanked him downward with force, causing his body to crash heavily onto the ground.

Before he could recover from the intense pain, the SWAT officers immediately handcuffed his hands behind his back, lifted him up, and took him inside.

The SWAT officers then pointed their guns at the driver, dragged him out of the car, and subdued him firmly.

At that moment, another left-hand-drive Rolls-Royce pulled up alongside.

The same scene played out again.

The window rolled down, and the man inside, with an air of arrogance, said: "I am Nishida Hiro... of the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Before Nishida Hirohiro could finish saying his name, the gun barrel was pressed against his forehead, and the SWAT officer roared angrily: "Cut the crap, get out!"