Chapter 1030: , Indians can fly!

From breaching the door to all six officers down, the whole process took less than forty seconds.

In the command vehicle, Okada Masayoshi stared at the surveillance screen, watching everything through the body-worn micro-camera of the breaching team member.

His face, under the screen's cold light, was as white as the snow of Izu and the wind of Asahikawa.

He opened his mouth, wanting to give an order, but he could not speak.

Since his debut, Okada Masayoshi has already experienced many cases; following Minami and Uesugi Muneyuki in the Special Missions Division, he has been to countless scenes, but each time he served only as a supporting role, providing information analysis and tactical advice.

Today is his first time independently commanding a large-scale arrest operation.

And now, his First Echelon—six elite officers—were all knocked down by one person with a baseball bat in less than a minute!

Damn it, are all the Indian laborers coming to Japan monsters?!

Okada Masayoshi hesitated slightly; he immediately shouted into the walkie-talkie: "First Echelon, report your status!"

From the walkie-talkie came fragmented gasps and groans; no one could give him a complete answer.

At one moment, Okada Masayoshi recalled the fear he felt when dominated by Sakuma Kaito in the Deep Sea Phantom Guest case.

"Second Echelon, advance!" As the on-scene commander, Okada Masayoshi suppressed his inner fear and shock, and immediately continued giving orders.

I'm super awesome! This is my first time serving as Special Investigations Headquarters Chief—you better do a good job for me, damn it!!!

What made his scalp Stopped even more was that the surveillance screen showed Vikram had already rushed down to the first floor.

Nagoya local officers in the first-floor lobby saw him rush out from the stairwell entrance, all drew their pistols, but aimed at this Indian, none dared to pull the trigger.

Because Vikram held only a baseball bat in his hand.

As previously mentioned, under Japan's Police Officer Duty Execution Act framework, if the suspect does not use firearms or bladed weapons, the threshold for police to open fire is extremely high.

If he fired, he would later be judged as using "excessive force," and responsibility would fall on every person who pulled the trigger.

No one dared to take that responsibility—at least, the Nagoya police did not.

The Nagoya officers hesitated.

And hesitation means defeat!

But in just twenty or thirty seconds, a group of fallen police appeared on the ground.

This Indian is practically a superman!

Vikram quickly reached the doorway of the first-floor fire escape.

But just as he was about to step over the threshold, three figures rushed out from the side corridor.

It was the Special Missions Division!

The Special Missions Division's frontline combat support has arrived!

Kai Toru, Igarashi Shunshi, and Asō Kōta were in the First Echelon; Kai Toru stared at Vikram for a moment, noticing he seemed to have only a baseball bat.

Heh, this Dark Knight, Batman is here! Heroes don't flee the battlefield, damn it!!!

Kai Toru directly put down his gun, he holstered it, drew his extendable baton from his waist, and swung it open—at that instant, it emitted a crisp metallic sound.

Igarashi and Asō Kōta behind him exchanged glances, instantly feeling their blood boil!

Courage, bonds, belief, super-hot-blooded, clash, royal road!

Don't underestimate our Special Missions Division's tile-throwing, damn it!!!

"Hah!!!" Kai Toru went first, Igarashi followed closely behind, likewise swinging open his baton.

Asō Kōta came last, smallest in stature but fastest in footwork, gripping his baton tightly at the waist!

The three simultaneously burst from the hallway corner, lunging toward Vikram; that scene resembled exactly the hero entrance in a tokusatsu drama—three movements uniform and synchronized, left side drawing a dragon, right side drawing a rainbow!

But Vikram did not seem like an ordinary criminal.

His peripheral vision caught the three people rushing out from the side; his steps did not stop, only slightly sidestepped, adjusting his center of gravity.

The first to rush in was Kai Toru; his baton came down at Vikram's shoulder, angle tricky, speed fast; Vikram used his left foot as pivot, rotated his body half a circle, the baseball bat swept up from below, precisely striking Kai Toru's baton-wielding wrist.

Kai Toru's baton flew from his hand; due to inertia, he stumbled forward a step; Vikram then used the baton's end to jab his ribcage side, instantly producing a familiar sound.

Kai Toru's injured rib cracked again!

The Indian Superman kicked Kai Toru in the chest; the young Assistant Inspector flew backward, hit the wall, then slowly slid down.

The invincible Dark Knight fell.

Igarashi came in from the other side, sweeping his baton horizontally at Vikram's legs.

Vikram jumped to avoid that strike; upon landing, the baseball bat came down from above onto Igarashi's forearm; that strike's force was so great it numbed Igarashi's entire arm; adding an elbow strike, Igarashi finally could not hold on—the baton slipped from his hand; Vikram immediately sprang up in place, spinning in midair to dodge Asō Kōta's wild charge; Igarashi clutched his arm, gritted his teeth, and immediately sprang up from the spot, jumping!

Both sides kicked in midair, feet met, dust filled the room!

"Ugh!" The dust settled; Igarashi, who fell and smashed the floor cushion to pieces, twitched on the ground.

The invincible Igarashi fell.

Asō Kōta was the last to rush in.

Seeing his two seniors taken down in just over ten seconds, he did not retreat; instead, he lowered his body, cutting in from Vikram's lower side.

His target was Vikram's knee; he did not need to win, he only needed to injure the opponent to buy time for the following officers!

Eat my dwarf fighting style!

Asō's baton struck the outer side of Vikram's right knee.

That strike did have some effect; Vikram's right leg bent slightly, his body lost balance for a moment.

Asō Kōta seized that moment, lunged his whole body forward, attempting to grab Vikram's waist and throw him down.

But Asō miscalculated.

Vikram's sense of balance far exceeded his imagination.

At the moment his body tilted, Vikram planted the baseball bat on the ground as a fulcrum, then with his left hand grabbed Asō Kōta's collar.

Asō Kōta's body was lifted up, then thrown out.

The throw's force was immense—his spine slammed into the hallway wall with a dull impact, the whole person slid to the ground, the back of his head struck the wall base, his vision blurred at that moment, and he even smelled a whiff of iron rust.

Ah, it's blood, I thought it was sweat.

Yeah, with an opponent like this, how could I have time to sweat?

"Eight Trigrams!" Vikram was clearly furious at Asō Kōta's unsportsmanlike sneak attack; he directly picked up the iron baseball bat lying on the ground and was about to let Asō Kōta taste the flavor of having his skull opened!

I'll use your skull as a gabara bowl!

Oh no!!!

Everyone saw this scene, including Eto Miyabi from NHK, Hisaka Akiko from Fuji Television, and

Nagoya Chubu News, as well as Okada Masayoshi in the command vehicle and Uesugi Muneyuki watching from the rear, all suffered cardiac arrest instantly!

This guy really dares to kill!

Asō!!!

Are you also going to be promoted to Assistant Police Inspector?!

For you, isn't this a bit too early?!

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot ah ah ah!" Okada Masayoshi roared into the earpiece.

But it's already too late!

At this moment, a vigorous figure burst through the window! Charging over at full speed.

It's Ikeda Erena!

Her speed is faster than Kai Toru and Igarashi, yet her stride is more stable than Asō Kōta's, and her eyes shine astonishingly bright in the dim hallway lighting!

Oyama Masutatsu, come on up, this enemy is worth a fight!

Ikeda Erena is from the Second Echelon, but she arrived the fastest, and unlike others, Ikeda Erena immediately recognized Vikram's technique.

Kalarippayattu.

This is an Indian traditional ancient martial arts school, a combat system recorded in the ancient Indian Brahmin scripture "Night Flexible Veda," originating in South India's Kerala region, with its name derived from the Sanskrit word "kala," meaning "combat training conducted in the training ground."

Its theory originates from the "Tenu Flexible Veda," formed in the Northern Malabar region between the 9th and 12th centuries.

All movements originate from the body's central axis, transmitting power through rotation and weight shifting, with almost no extraneous motion. The core of this martial art is using force against force, leveraging the opponent's momentum to create one's own advantage.

Moreover, Ikeda Erena could feel that this person's physique far exceeds that of ordinary humans; his muscle reaction speed, bone impact resistance, and that seemingly pain-insensitive endurance are not something normal humans can possess.

This is a, formidable rival!

Erena did not rashly charge with her body; she drew her police baton from her left waist, and in the moment of swinging it out, she simultaneously adjusted her stride, left foot forward, right foot back, center of gravity slightly lowered, baton gripped in her right hand, left hand spread to maintain balance.

This stance caused Vikram to halt his move to smash Asō Kōta's head; he turned his head and looked at her properly for the first time.

"Ski country one!" Vikram said: "Sparabashi~"

Then he actively charged over.

The baseball bat smashed down, splitting the skull and face.

Ikeda Erena did not attempt to block; she knew her strength and his were not in the same weight class, and a direct clash had no chance of winning.

Kai Toru and Igarashi are both trained practitioners; an adult male's wrist strength basically completely overwhelms that of an adult female!

Erena sidestepped to evade; the iron baseball bat brushed past a few centimeters in front of her face, producing a piercing screech as it tore through the air, the air's vibration lifting her bangs; after sidestepping, Erena immediately jabbed her police baton toward Vikram's inner elbow.

Intercept!

That strike precisely hit Vikram's elbow joint! The Indian Superman's right hand obviously slowed for a moment, and the next blow of the baseball bat was delayed by half a beat.

Ikeda Erena seized that opening, her body cutting into Vikram's right side; she used her left arm to lock his right arm, placed her right-hand baton against his waist, simultaneously slipped her left leg between his legs, and pressed her knee against the back of his thigh.

Super! Big! Outer! Cut!

She used her body as a lever, converting the opponent's weight and momentum into a downward force.

Vikram's body was lifted off the ground, spun halfway in the air, then heavily slammed onto the hallway floor. The impact caused the floor to emit a dull thud.

Boom!!!

Then another cloud of dust and smoke rose at the scene.

"Did we win?"

"Is it resolved?"

Everyone outside held their breath!

Even Erena subconsciously wanted to confirm whether this throw had knocked the opponent out!

However, the result left everyone mistaken!

In the dust and smoke, a roar followed; seen in the smoke, a strong figure lifted the curtain again, and Vikram did not lose combat ability like an ordinary person would.

At the moment of landing, he had already begun readjusting his body; his core strength is too strong, such a fall can only cause him a brief delay, not an end.

After realizing this, Ikeda Erena immediately stepped back half a step and raised her baton again.

Vikram rebounded from the ground, his speed now greater than before.

He no longer used the baseball bat for long-range swings, but shortened it to close range, using both ends of the bat for short stabs and strikes.

This strike hit Ikeda Erena's weak spot; her strongest skills are karate and judo, not baton use. The tall beauty policewoman consecutively blocked the first, second, and third strikes with her baton, until the fourth slipped through her defensive blind spot, the bat tip piercing her right shoulder.

This blow was obviously heavy; even Erena's face showed a pained expression, her baton nearly slipped from her grip, so she simply dropped it and instinctively tried to grab the opponent's clothing.

Eat my hell extreme bliss—

Vikram seized that moment, shoulder charging into her; Ikeda Erena was knocked back three steps, and then Vikram delivered a headbutt that smashed into Erena's forehead.

Bang!

This blow finally felled the invincible tall beauty judo beauty, leaving her dizzy and blurred vision, her movements interrupted.

But Vikram was obviously also affected by dizziness; he turned and rushed toward the door, but outside police were rushing in, so he immediately turned back into the house, kicked open a first-floor window, outside was a narrow alley behind the building, the pre-dawn darkness poured in from outside, at this time it was 4:06 a. m., the sky had just a hint of fish-belly white, the night sky faintly lit.

Behind the short-term rental house is a concrete wall about three meters high, behind which are more complex low-rise residences and temporary tin shacks.

Seen this Indian superman stepping onto the wall edge, his body leaping into the air, under moonlight tracing an arc, his right hand gripping the edge of the wall's top, his whole body flipping past like a cat shot out, disappearing to the other side of the wall.

This scene again shocked everyone.

Holy shit, Indians can fly? Indians can fly—Indians can fly!

Uesugi Muneyuki in the rear facilities was dumbfounded, let alone the police at the scene.

Even the master couldn't take him down?

From Ikeda Erena charging forward to Vikram scaling the wall and disappearing, the whole process took about two and a half minutes.

The hallway fell silent.

Only the occasional groans from the fallen officers on the ground and the distant, low whistles from the harbor could be heard.

Kai Toru leaned against the wall base, one hand pressing his ribs, the other braced on the ground as he tried to stand up.

Igarashi's forearm hung limp, he lay face down on the ground in pain, gasping for breath.

Asō Kōta had a bump swelling on the back of his head, he sat on the ground, his eyes still somewhat unfocused, but his consciousness was fairly clear.

Is my head still there?

At this moment, Ikeda Erena also straightened up from beside the wall, rubbed her right shoulder, covered her head, and staggered toward the doorway.

Mm, a bit dizzy!

She stood before the kicked-open window, gazing at the traces left by the Indian Superman atop the fence, and at the shanty town rooftops on the other side of the fence, which under the moonlight looked as labyrinthine as a maze.

Really strong!

What a delightful battle, Vikram—Fernandes, I doubt I'll ever forget you in my lifetime!

In the command vehicle, Okada Masayoshi stared at the screen showing the now-empty hallway and the darkness pouring in from the doorway, finally regaining his voice.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and nearly roared: "All units, attention! One target escaping over the wall from behind the building! Direction: eastern shanty town! Activate pursuit protocol! Pursue! Second echelon, third echelon! Everyone, move out!"

When Okada Masayoshi's roar exploded through the walkie-talkie, all police present—including those examining the wounded, regrouping, or hesitating about whether to pursue toward the shanty town—heard it.

However, this Indian can fly! Yellow skin is only right, the Ganges is beautiful!

And farther away, the cameras of television stations and news networks from across the country, watching the scene, had already transmitted the full two-and-a-half-minute footage back to their respective news headquarters.

In the constantly shaking, not-quite-clear-but-still-shocking footage, the Indian man in a dark gray T-shirt, in the narrow hallway, knocked down six officers, then felled three members of the Special Mission Division who rushed in, and after being knocked down by that tall beauty

female officer, he quickly rose, scaled the three-meter-high wall, and vanished into the night.

Fuji TV's live broadcast switched back to the Odaiba Building studio.

Host Sakuma Minami's expression was as if she had just seen a dinosaur walk out of the screen with her own eyes.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately only said: "————Above is the latest footage from the Nagoya scene. Regarding the suspect's detailed identity, we will continue to follow up!"

Only Okada Masayoshi's roar remained at the scene.

"Deploy! Deploy! Full deployment! Immediately dispatch SAT and the Wide Area Mobile Unit!" Okada Masayoshi knew he had lost face, lost big! This was his first time as Special Investigation Headquarters Chief, and although Uesugi Muneyuki had already uncovered the criminal's true identity, under near-nationwide live broadcast and witnessed by all, this guy had just plowed through over a dozen police officers and escaped!

This was not only a massive blow to Japan's international image, but also a massive blow to the honor of the Japanese police, and even more so to Okada Masayoshi's personal prestige!

He had to prove he was worthy of having followed Deputy Chief Minami all along, and he had to prove he could shoulder the burden while Deputy Chief Minami was pregnant!

Thinking this, Okada Masayoshi's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he bellowed into the walkie-talkie.

"Catch this guy! Don't let him run!!!"