Chapter 1031

At 4:17 a. m., NHK's morning news segment had already been urgently switched to a special report. Two solemn-faced anchors sat behind the anchor desk, but they spoke little; for most of the live broadcast, the screen was left to the footage sent back from the scene.

NHK female anchor Eto Miyabi wore an extremely simple cross-twist flower shirt and a bodycon skirt; her long, beautiful legs were barefoot, wearing no stockings, paired with high-heeled sandals. She stood outside a police cordon in Nagoya Port Ward, behind her were flashing emergency lights and police gathering.

At this moment, Eto Miyabi was already shocked pale.

India has hip hop!

Oh no, it's India has Superman!

Indeed, not only does Japan have Superman, India also has its own domestically developed Superman!

Fortunately, Eto Miyabi had already seen such things on the cruise ship, so she reacted relatively quickly. Her hair was somewhat disheveled by the midnight sea wind, but she didn't bother to fix it. Gripping the microphone in her hand, her originally elegant speech pace was much faster than usual: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently outside the perimeter of an arrest scene in Nagoya Port Ward. About fifteen minutes ago, police launched a raid operation here targeting the suspect in the Hirate Sarina case. But based on the situation currently under control, the suspect successfully escaped."

She glanced behind her; several officers were supporting injured personnel walking toward an ambulance.

But more were police officers lying fallen on the first floor.

Over a dozen police officers took on one and were counter-killed!

Are these police playing?!

Eto Miyabi's voice regained composure: "According to on-site information, the suspect injured multiple officers during the escape. Police are currently conducting a full-scale manhunt. Regarding the suspect's identity information, police have not yet officially released it, but based on preliminary information we obtained at the scene, the suspect is suspected to be a South Asian male, likely from India."

Meanwhile, on Fuji TV's broadcast van, Hisaka Akiko was doing a live report to the camera.

She had originally been very excited.

As everyone knows, Fuji TV's beautiful female lead Hirate Reiji went off to give birth to a child, so similar field assignments and major news, including the Hand of God female anchor, have been replaced by her!

Times have changed, adults!

Hirate Reiji's era is over! Next is the Hisaka era, boiling anticipation!

However, the world outside the wall truly left Hisaka Akiko feeling shocked!

In the Park Yoo-chun incident, even if Uesugi Muneyuki made any single mistake, he would be torn apart on the spot! It would also directly implicate Fuji TV and Hisaka Akiko getting olived!

And then the Indian Superman incident occurred at the scene!

Hisaka Akiko stared for a long time, her small mouth opened wide, practically able to fit a can of Coca-Cola in it. After others reminded her repeatedly, she finally reacted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, pay attention—what you are seeing now is the arrest scene!" Behind her, the screen showed several searchlight beams sweeping back and forth between low residential rooftops in the shanty town direction, and in the distance, the rumble of a helicopter could be faintly heard.

Awesome!

Senior Hirate! I finally understand why you were so strong!

Is this big news?!

Hisaka Akiko's voice carried a deliberate suppression of excitement: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now seeing police sealing off the roads around the shanty town. After the suspect scaled the wall and entered this geographically complex residential area, police have already deployed more forces to encircle. But there is a problem: we just received information that the suspect currently has only a baseball bat in hand. He has no gun, no knife, yet he has already felled over ten officers. I would like to ask on behalf of Fuji TV: what kind of person are our police actually dealing with?"

The television signal repeatedly replayed that hallway surveillance footage.

In the footage, Vikram swung a baseball bat in the narrow hallway, each strike precise and lethal; six fully armed officers were all down in under forty seconds.

Then the screen cut to the first floor, where two Nagoya police officers responsible for watching the stairs were also instantly knocked down!

Three members of the Special Mission Division in dark uniforms rushed forward, only to be felled one by one.

Then came Ikeda Erena's fierce battle against the strong enemy, both sides displaying ultimate combat power; Erena seized the opportunity to throw Vikram with a Great Outer Reap, the footage of him falling, and him springing up from the ground to repel Erena as she scaled a three-meter-high wall.

Social media has already exploded!

The hot search list of the nonexistent Japanese Twitter website was occupied by several tags within ten minutes!

"#Nagoya Arrest Failed"

"#Indian Superman?!"

"#Police Incompetent".

The comment section on 2ch was filled with anger and confusion.

"Can over a dozen police not handle one man with a baseball bat?"

"Is this filming a special effects movie? Or is it some Marvel superhero?"

"What exactly are Japanese police training?"

"Is that guy special forces? Could it be the legendary German Dragon Unit? Does he know kung fu?!"

"I know, I know—it's Shaolin. All martial arts under heaven come from Shaolin, so obviously it's Shaolin staff technique! Oh Shaolin kung fu is great~ really great~ Shaolin kung fu is awesome~ really awesome! This Indian guy is already Jackie Chen's top disciple!"

"Even the tall beauty judo female officer Ikeda Erena is no match? Sure enough, Indian kung fu > Okinawan kung fu > Japanese judo > Korean karate!"

"It's Lü Bu, it's Lü Bu ah ah ah!!!"

However, as the TV station repeatedly aired Vikram's footage, Japanese people also began to sense something was off.

"Wait, those police don't seem like weaklings?!"

"That way of generating force isn't ordinary brawling. That rotation and weight shift————is it an Indian master? Is it a Jedi warrior?"

"That's Kalaripayattu! I've trained in it. This person is at least black belt level, and their physical capabilities far exceed normal humans."

But most people didn't notice those details.

Most people's reaction was just one anger.

Anger at the police, anger at the system.

Anger at "an Indian actually being able to beat Japanese police like this on Japanese soil."

Anger at "we work hard and pay so much taxes, and you just give me this to watch?!"

Anger meow! Anger anger meow!

Comments in the section surged like a tide; each refresh brought dozens of new angry posts.

"Was the Hirate case investigated in the wrong direction from the start?"

"Call the Self-Defense Forces! Call the Self-Defense Forces up to bite!!!"

"This guy absolutely cannot be sent back to India—before he escapes, break his legs first!"

And beneath all these voices, one question was repeatedly raised, yet no one could answer: who exactly is he?

In the command vehicle, Okada Masayoshi's hand was trembling.

He had just hung up Uesugi Muneyuki's phone call.

Uesugi Muneyuki said, I'm just an ordinary forensic pathologist, I don't have that kind of power, I can only be responsible for helping you find the person, you see if I'm someone who can go head-to-head with this guy?

Okada Masayoshi thought about it, and that's true.

No matter how strong Uesugi Muneyuki is, he's still just an ordinary forensic pathologist.

Can he still punch through a steel plate with one fist?

He immediately dialed the internal line of the National Police Agency.

The call was transferred twice, finally landing on Watanabe Eiji's desk, and then transferred again to Watanabe Eiji's bedside.

When Watanabe Eiji answered, his voice carried a kind of hoarseness from being woken up by a midnight call, but after hearing Okada Masayoshi's report, that hoarseness disappeared immediately.

"What the hell is going on? How many people did this guy take down?"

"Six from the first echelon, two downstairs, three in subsequent support. Thirteen people injured in total. Two of them have serious injuries, but no life-threatening danger!" Okada Masayoshi reported urgently: "We are currently in pursuit, the opponent is extremely dangerous, even Ikeda Deputy Section Chief couldn't subdue him, but this person only has a baseball bat in hand, requesting instructions!"

Watanabe Eiji fell silent for two seconds.

He had thought this matter was already a sure thing, because Uesugi Muneyuki had already locked onto the suspect, but the situation had developed to this point, already exceeding Watanabe Eiji's expectations!

Is this what Indian people are like?

Then he said: "You keep an eye on him. I'll contact the Cabinet Secretariat right away."

The phone was hung up.

Watanabe Eiji dialed the mobile phone of Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda Kimiaki.

Onoda Kanboucho's voice, after being woken up, carried a kind of extremely unwilling vagueness, but after hearing the report, he also became clear-headed.

He pondered for a long time on the other end of the phone, then said: "Firearms permission — — This is a major matter. I need to consult with the Foreign Minister."

And Foreign Minister Isayama received this call at 4:21 a. m.

"Which country's person is it?" Isayama repeated.

"It's an Indian person! At least confirmed to be of Indian nationality!" Onoda Kanboucho appeared very cautious: "If firearms permission is granted, will it cause surprise among friendly nations? My country has always been a semi-ally with India in dealing with the threat of a certain sea country — "

"Firearms permission granted!" Foreign Minister Isayama said without hesitation.

"What?!" Onoda Kanboucho was stunned, he hadn't expected that, under Japan's system, the Foreign Minister would dare to agree so readily! Isayama, are you really a Japanese person and a National Diet member?

"Firearms permission granted!" Foreign Minister Isayama said with a cold smile: "Firearms permission can be approved. Don't worry about diplomatic impact. Indians aren't afraid of bullets, their police often shoot their own people. The Indian government won't lodge a diplomatic protest over an Indian-origin suspect in Japan being shot. They themselves dislike their own people. Most governments protect their own nationals, but India is an exception."

"It's fine, tell Eiji, Indians aren't afraid of bullets!"

"Understood." Onoda Kanboucho breathed a sigh of relief.

Good thing it's an Indian!

Watanabe Eiji conveyed the Foreign Minister's words to Okada Masayoshi.

After hanging up the phone, Okada Masayoshi immediately issued an order via encrypted channel: "All units note: firearms permission has been approved. Repeat: firearms permission has been approved. The suspect is extremely dangerous, with abnormal physiological functions. When approaching, maintain a safe distance. Use firearms if necessary!"

When the order reached the periphery of the shanty town area, Date Nagamune and Kashiwagi Jin had already led many police officers inside.

Kashiwagi Jin saw that dark silhouette at the end of a narrow lane.

Vikram was climbing over a low wall behind the shanty town area, moving as fast as a startled raccoon dog.

Firearms permission granted!

Lao Ren showed a smile after receiving this order.

Seal released!

And since firearms permission is granted, then — — I no longer need to disguise myself!

At this moment, I am an American!

Lao Ren knew that once American police open fire, they always aim directly at vital points, for a very simple reason: if the shot isn't at a vital point, then explaining afterward becomes troublesome, because shooting non-vital points implies you didn't think the threat was lethal enough, and then you'd have to explain why opening fire was necessary, possibly even getting sued for excessive force.

This is the same reasoning as Japanese police not daring to open fire when they see an opponent without firearms or blades.

So over time, American police learned to be smart: seeing a Black person in a hoodie or a sneaky Latino, they open fire directly, then afterward insist the opponent had a lethal threat, anyway dead people can't speak.

Having figured it out, Kashiwagi Jin raised his hand and fired.

The bullet struck Vikram's right shoulder as he was fleeing.

That shot was very accurate, the impact point should be on the outer side of the scapula.

Vikram didn't fall down, he didn't even bleed!

His body merely paused slightly, as if lightly touched by something, then he continued climbing up, his fingers already gripping the top of the low wall.

"I'm coming!" Date Nagamune fired a second shot from the other side, aiming at the leg, hitting the posterior thigh.

Date Nagamune used an M9.

This shot had greater power, Vikram's right leg bent momentarily at that instant, but his left hand and right arm had already braced against the top of the wall.

His body immediately flipped upward, then with a little effort he flipped over the top of the wall.

At the moment of landing, Date Nagamune saw that Vikram's clothing at the right shoulder and thigh had been torn open by the bullets, exposing the skin underneath.

But the skin surface showed no bloodstain, only a shallow pit left at the bullet impact site.

Then, the yellowish bullet bounced out from that shallow pit.

"He blocked the bullet?" Date Nagamune's voice exploded over the channel: "He blocked the bullet! My old heavens! God damn it!"

Kashiwagi Jin also saw it from the other side.

His face turned as white as paper under the searchlight's beam.

Indians, not afraid of bullets?!

What kind of joke is this? If this is true, why haven't Indians ruled the world?

He raised his gun barrel again, aiming at the direction Vikram went after climbing over the wall, and fired another shot, this one went wide, only hitting

the concrete on top of the wall.

Vikram's silhouette had already disappeared on the other side of the low wall.

People in the deep part of the shanty town area heard a sudden rush of footsteps and dog barks, then were swallowed by the complex alley structure of the shanty town.

The police from Criminal Investigation Division One, Section One and the Special Mission Division stared in shock at this scene.

Even Foreign Minister Isayama, who was observing the situation, was stunned.

Indian, really not afraid of bullets?!

I was joking! I was just making an analogy!

The voice of Okada Masayoshi came through the walkie-talkie: "The target is still fleeing! He was hit by two bullets but hasn't slowed down! Keep chasing!

All units converge from the outskirts! Helicopter report position!"

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the shanty town, the television stations broadcasting live had already captured footage of Date Nagamune and Kashiwagi Jin firing guns.

Eto Miyabi's camera captured the echo of those few gunshots in the early morning air; her breathing quickened for a beat, but her voice remained restrained as a journalist's: "Ladies and gentlemen, we just heard gunshots. Police seem to have been authorized to use firearms. This is a sign of escalating situation. Regarding the suspect's life or death status, there is currently no official information."

Hisaka Akiko said to the camera on the other side: "I just saw someone fire at least two shots.

That Indian, he might have been hit————but————he seems fine, oh my god, what on earth is going on?"

The live broadcast screen switched back to the Fuji TV studio.

Fuji TV host Sakuma Minami lowered her head to glance at her manuscript, then raised her head and said with an expression like she had already given up on shock: "Well then————we continue to monitor the latest situation at the scene."

Meanwhile, Uesugi Muneyuki, watching the live scene in the facility, grew increasingly solemn in expression.

Nagase Ren, your eyes, just how far have you seen?

Things have come to this point, already impossible to clean up!

We must apply for Public Security assistance!

Good, you have Superman, I also go Superman!