Chapter 402

We're chasing too! Uesugi Muneyuki roared at the Special Mission Unit members, who immediately nodded. Thus, Uesugi Ikeda Kai formed one team, Okada Igarashi Date another, and the six split into three groups, boarding the Special Mission Unit's Toyota Camry and another Toyota Crown, then began pursuit, tailing the main force.

As for Mihoko and Mikoto, lacking any combat ability, they could only stay put—let alone the fact they were wearing stockings and high heels.

Uesugi Muneyuki's expression was grim; though far away, his clairvoyance saw everything clearly: the opponent not only had extraordinary physical prowess but also immense core strength, capable of one-armedly hoisting a police bicycle, and the entire ignition and start motion was unnervingly smooth—definitely not an ordinary person!

Under these circumstances, if we don't unleash the power of the inner world, Uesugi Muneyuki himself has no confidence he can defeat him!

Jumping into the car, fastening the seatbelt, Uesugi Muneyuki bellowed and took off; Ikeda Erena nodded, her leather shoes stomping hard on the accelerator.

Launching start!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot recklessly! Criminal Investigation Department Chief Uchimura Kanji, seeing things had come to this point and knowing this would be a perfect major achievement, still roared at all pursuing police: Now is rush hour! The roads are packed with vehicles and pedestrians—don't fire unless absolutely necessary, or you'll injure civilians!

This time, no matter what, we cannot let him escape again! Watanabe Eiji's face twisted with fury; he immediately bellowed: All Traffic Mobile Unit, mobilize! Contact nearby police stations! Block the roads—no matter what, we must apprehend this criminal by law!

Yes!!!

The chaos at Ikebukuro Station-mae Tsū had not yet subsided, and the sharp police sirens were already spreading like a plague through Tokyo's vascular network.

The Metropolitan Police Department's highest-level "Practical Implementation, Emergency Mobilization" order, like an electric current, instantly activated Tokyo's entire police nervous system!

At the Metropolitan Police Department Traffic Mobile Unit barracks, most officers had just arrived for work, some still eating rice balls and sandwiches, casually complaining about last night's TV drama and rising rice prices—when, before these brothers could even ponder whether the news about Hirate Sarina starring in a late-night TV drama on Akasaka slope was explosive, or whether that day's Sakura Disney live broadcast had caused a sensation, the piercing alarm shattered the morning calm!

Practical Implementation! Immediately dispatch the Traffic Mobile Unit toward Meiji Avenue!

Huh?! The dispatcher hadn't reacted yet, hurriedly calling the Traffic Mobile Unit captain.

The perpetrator of the Toshima Ward massacre has appeared! Repeat: Practical Implementation, immediately dispatch the Traffic Mobile Unit toward Meiji Avenue in Toshima Ward! Did you hear that?

Understood!

The garage's massive rolling shutter rose with a boom!

Dozens of fully armed mobile police, as if hearing the starting gun, surged toward their Honda police heavy motorcycles at astonishing speed; the engines' ignition roars merged into a heart-shaking metallic roar!

Helmet face shields clacked down, covering young, resolute faces now tense from intense excitement and sense of duty.

Traffic Mobile Unit, advance!

Target: black Yamaha motorcycle, subject wearing gray down jacket, adorned with a waist coin—emphasize, extremely dangerous! Full pursuit!

The Traffic Mobile Unit captain's roar was drowned in the engine waves; tires screeched blue smoke as dozens of black-and-white painted steel beasts, like arrows loosed from bows, roared out of the barracks, merged into the streets, and raced toward the designated interception zone!

At the same time, patrol cars across Tokyo—dozens of Toyota Crowns and Prius police editions—like disturbed bee swarms, responded to the Superintendent General's order: warning lights flashed, sirens blared long, and Metropolitan Police Department officers ignored the emerging morning rush hour traffic, rushing from all directions toward Toshima and Shinjuku wards at maximum speed, beginning to weave a massive interception net under the command of the Metropolitan Police Department Command Center.

In the radio channel, command voices, position reports, and engine roars wove into a tense background soundtrack.

Let's go, we're returning to Sakuradamon! Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji, stern-faced, quickly realized he could do nothing here and immediately ordered: Sugishita Ukyo! You immediately establish the command center! Mihoko, you assist the Section Chief!

Yes!!!

Fifteen minutes later, the Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters command center's large screen lit up; on the Tokyo map, countless red dots (police forces) converged toward a high-moving gray cursor (Phantom Guest).

Department Chief Uchimura's face grave, he bellowed into the microphone: Prioritize civilian safety! No matter what, don't fire until the absolute last moment! But the target must absolutely not escape!

Yes!

As the Metropolitan Police Department's net closed in, the Ikebukuro Phantom Guest was still driving along Meiji Avenue in Toshima Ward, utterly baffled, unable to comprehend how he had been discovered.

At this time, it was past eight in the morning—precisely rush hour (though today was a statutory holiday)—Tokyo's roads were gridlocked, and besides, he was fast; the initial roar of his motorcycle quickly threw the Metropolitan Police Department's pursuit force behind!

Like a slippery black loach, he weaved frantically through the thickening traffic, lowering his body to the limit, using the motorcycle's agility to perform breathtaking threading between cars.

In the middle of the road, a family preparing to go out waited at a green light in their car with the rear window open; a boy in the back seat saw a Yamaha motorcycle slip through the gap between cars and excitedly said: Dad, Mom, quick look, it's Kamen Rider coming to fight!

Oh wow, I'm the son of the sun, Kamen Rider coming to fight, BLACKRX! the father in the driver's seat laughed and said.

I'm just a passing Kamen Rider, remember that! the son replied, grinning.

The family chuckled, eagerly anticipating today's holiday family picnic.

However, the Phantom Guest's escape lasted only a dozen or so minutes; soon, the Metropolitan Police Department's pursuit arrived!

In the rearview mirror, at the far end of the street, the first wave—twelve Honda heavy motorcycles in a Traffic Mobile Unit wedge formation—like sharks smelling blood, engine roars surged from far to near, making the ground tremble slightly! Red and blue warning lights merged into a flowing band of light, tearing apart the tranquility of the Emperor's birthday morning!

Vehicles ahead, keep left! Police action! Vehicles ahead, keep left!!! The high-pitched loudspeaker warning echoed on the street; some civilian vehicles panicked and pulled over, making way for the police.

What's happening? People on the avenue craned their necks, wanting to know what had occurred.

The Phantom Guest also noticed this, he lightly muttered "f**", didn't slow down at all—instead, he twisted the throttle hard; the Yamaha single-cylinder engine bellowed hoarsely, speed surging again!

He seized the tail of a green light at an intersection, then recklessly charged into the opposite lane! Ear-piercing horn blasts and brake screeches intertwined!

Huh?! The Mobile Unit hadn't expected the opponent to dare go against traffic in Tokyo!

Captain, he's heading for the Wan'an Line on the Metropolitan Expressway! a Mobile Unit member shouted.

Chase him! Watch for safety! the Mobile Unit captain roared into his helmet microphone.

The twelve police motorcycles showed no hesitation, trained and split into two groups: one continued along the original lane in pursuit, the other equally daring cut into the opposite lane, clinging on relentlessly!

The black-and-white painted police motorcycles, in the opposing traffic flow, were like small boats in stormy waves—yet displayed astonishing control and courage! The screech of tires on asphalt never ceased!

Hold up the honor of the Metropolitan Police Department!!! We, the Traffic Mobile Unit, charge!!!

The Phantom Guest surged onto the Wan'an Line entrance toward Minato Ward! The expressway was relatively open, but morning rush hour traffic had already begun to converge. He twisted the throttle to the max; the Yamaha motorcycle's needle swung wildly right, the body trembling slightly at high speed. Wind pressure hammered his helmet and body like a heavy blow!

Behind, the police motorcycle squad also surged onto the expressway! Engine roars in the enclosed elevated road were infinitely amplified, like thunder rolling past the ears! Twelve police motorcycles in formation maintained tight cohesion at high speed, like a high-speed moving steel fortress, death-gripping that gray figure ahead!

Further back, several police patrol cars with flashing warning lights—Toyota Crowns—joined the pursuit, attempting to use automobiles' high-speed stability for flanking maneuvers.

At this moment, the Phantom Guest displayed astonishing driving skills and the desperation of a fugitive!

In dense traffic, he changed lanes continuously, his body nearly scraping against truck containers beside him, forcing following police motorcycles to emergency evade, their formation slightly disrupted.

Facing slow traffic ahead, he actually jerked the bike upright, using the slight slope at the edge of the central divider to lift the front wheel briefly, leaping like an acrobat over several slowly moving sedans! Landing, the body jolted violently, but he, relying on immense core strength, death-gripped the handlebars and somehow stabilized!

Another high-speed bend approached; he leaned his body and bike to an unthinkable angle, knee guards nearly scraping the ground, tires whining at the limit of endurance, taking the turn at the smallest possible radius at high speed, instantly widening the gap with the pursuing police motorcycles!

And the Toyota Camry carrying Uesugi Muneyuki was left far behind!

Damn it! Is this guy a professional rider?! a young Mobile Unit member cursed inside his helmet, palms sweating.

Shut up! Focus! Bite him! the captain's icy voice: Continue pursuit!

We'll make him understand: Tokyo is the domain of our Traffic Mobile Unit!

And, preparations are also complete over there!

At the end of the bay shoreline, the iconic structure connecting to Odaiba—the Hongqiao—had emerged in outline through the morning mist, a key passage to the maritime isolation zone (such as Odaiba and Haneda).

The Ghost Guest's Yamaha motorcycle was racing desperately toward him, and behind him, twelve police motorcycles and eight police cars were in relentless pursuit!

However, at the end of the approach bridge on the Tokyo side of the Hongqiao, the police had already used precious minutes to construct a solid triangular roadblock with three heavy police armored vehicles! Behind the roadblock, over a dozen police officers leaned on car doors and hastily erected armored shields, standing ready! Electric batons and long explosion-proof forks protruded from the gaps in the shields. The loudspeaker repeatedly warned: "Blockade ahead! Stop immediately! Stop immediately!"

The Ghost Guest's Yamaha motorcycle surged forward like a black flash of lightning, charging up the long, straight slope of the approach bridge!

Yet ahead lay the steel roadblock, and behind, the relentless pursuit of the police motorcycle squad, their engine roars deafening! He was trapped in desperation!

Now, let's see where you run!

With a blockade ahead and pursuers behind, at this moment, whether the police at the scene or those in pursuit behind, all had already worn the smile of victory in hand.

But what they never imagined was that, at the extreme distance of less than fifty meters from the roadblock, the Ghost Guest made a move that made every pursuer's heart stop!

He suddenly gripped the front brake hard, simultaneously shifting his body's center of gravity wildly backward, then stomped hard on the rear brake with his right foot! The motorcycle's rear wheel locked instantly on the asphalt of the approach bridge, emitting a piercing, ear-splitting screech like a dying beast!

Under immense inertia, the vehicle pivoted around its rear axle, carving out a heart-stopping arc, violently swinging the tail sideways in a drift, the tire friction producing thick blue smoke that instantly filled the air!

"Good, stop! Just like that, raise your hands, don't move!" the police behind the roadblock shouted nervously, raising their electric shock forks.

As the smoke thinned slightly, the Ghost Guest's silhouette emerged. He planted one foot on the ground, his motorcycle parked sideways in the center of the road, roughly equidistant from the roadblock and the pursuers, his continuous extreme control and several near-misses with collisions leaving him slightly breathless, his helmet face shield reflecting cold light.

In the end, not like in his youth.

Just as everyone's attention was captured by this stunt-like stop, the Ghost Guest's right hand, moving at a speed too fast to follow, suddenly plunged into the inner pocket of his deep gray down jacket!

"Crouch down with hands on head toward the direction of the roadside barrier! What's your back to?" the officer blocking the road said somewhat arrogantly,

but his voice carried a hint of uncertainty—what was he pulling out? Was it identification to prove his identity? Or a badge of some special symbol?

But having come this far, do you think proving you're not the killer will let you escape?

However, under the sunlight, the Ghost Guest drew out a uniformly matte black pistol with cold, hard lines, exuding an aura of death—the M1911A1 pistol!

The pupils of the police behind the roadblock contracted sharply!

"Gun!!!!" the shrill warning voice of the on-site police had just barely left their mouths.

"Bang——!!!"