Chapter 660

As the gray Toyota sped toward the outskirts of Tokyo.

The tranquil evening in Bunkyo Ward was completely torn apart.

Gunfire (even with a silencer, close-range still produced a bang), screams, two bodies rapidly losing life beside the Mercedes, the gray Toyota violently abducting a girl—this all was witnessed by more than one passerby, and faithfully recorded by several panicked phones that happened to capture crucial clips.

Almost simultaneously with sirens converging from all directions toward the scene, blurry, shaky yet shocking video clips, accompanied by terrified text descriptions in tweets and posts, spread like a virus across major social media platforms.

"Bunkyo Ward! Near Tsukufu High! Street murder! Kidnapping!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! Two men shot! A girl in a school uniform dragged into a car!"

"Gray old Toyota, license plate seems covered! Speed incredibly fast!"

"Oh my god! Is that the Chosen Girl from Tsukufu High, Saito Asuka?! I saw someone who looked like her!"

"It's her! Saito Asuka! She's been kidnapped!"

The name "Saito Asuka," together with keywords like "Bunkyo Ward," "street murder," "kidnapping," and "Tsukuba University High School," instantly ignited the Japanese internet.

Asuka isn't a top-tier traffic idol, but thanks to the appearance and demeanor of the "Chosen Girl," some gossip linking her to the legendary forensic doctor Uesugi Muneyuki and Superintendent Watanabe's daughter Watanabe Minami, and her occasional pure image at school events, she has considerable recognition among young netizens and specific circles.

Now, this much-anticipated beautiful girl has encountered such a horrific vicious incident in Tokyo's core cultural and educational district on her way home from school, its impact no less than that of a heavy bomb.

Panic, anger, and questioning voices instantly flooded the internet.

Bunkyo Ward residents, especially families with schoolchildren, fell into a state of panic.

Tsukuba University High School, the University of Tokyo, Ochanomizu Women's University, and other prestigious schools located in Bunkyo Ward were the first to feel immense threat and pressure. Student safety is directly challenged!

This is the concentrated area of the nation's highest educational institutions, this is indeed the nation's key cultural and educational zone!

Xibameiyi shakeit ah!

What the hell is the Metropolitan Police Department doing? How could such a thing happen in Tokyo?!

The phone in the University of Tokyo president's office almost rang through to Superintendent Watanabe Eiji's direct line within five minutes after the news was confirmed.

Following closely were calls from Tsukuba University and Gakushuin University—the tone shifted from initial shock and concern to rapid, stern questioning and demands.

The accountability calls from the Bunkyo Ward Assembly and the Tokyo Metropolitan Board of Education also came one after another.

At this moment, Watanabe Eiji was already numb; he had still been immersed in the wedding festivities and endless glory, but he never expected that people he had been getting along well with, like University of Tokyo President Hamada, would say they were turning hostile and just turn hostile!

And what truly made Watanabe Eiji feel a chill down his spine was the encrypted private line call from Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda Kimiaki himself. The voice of this political heavyweight, no longer carrying the pleasantries from the wedding, was now only bone-chilling severity: "Director Watanabe, the Bunkyo Ward incident is already known to the Prime Minister's Office. The impact is extremely恶劣, public opinion has completely spiraled out of control. This is not merely a criminal case, but a serious blow to Tokyo's public safety and even the national image! Prime Minister Yamada demands that the Metropolitan Police Department must mobilize all forces, rescue Saito Asuka as quickly and safely as possible, apprehend the perpetrators, and calm the situation! I don't care what methods you use, I want to see substantive progress reports before the sun rises tomorrow! Otherwise—"

The rest of the words were left unsaid, but Watanabe Eiji understood their weight perfectly clear. His political career, the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department, and even higher-level stability all hinge on this sudden vicious kidnapping case.

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department building, the air pressure was low enough to feel suffocating.

The door of the Special Mission System Office was shoved open violently, and Shirotori Keibu of Investigation Division 1 rushed in with a grave expression, hastily reporting the just-confirmed case details.

"What?! Asuka kidnapped?! In Bunkyo Ward? On the street?!" The first to lose her voice was Ishihara Mikoto, her stack of documents scattering with a clatter onto the floor, her face instantly turning as pale as paper. As someone who regards Asuka as a real younger sister and often takes care of her in daily life, this "adoptive guardian" felt the news like a bolt from the blue.

She first looked toward Uesugi Muneyuki, only to see Uesugi Muneyuki's face sunk like water.

"Damn it!" Ikeda Erena slammed her fist on the table, her crimson nails nearly breaking, her eyes blazing with furious anger: "Those bastards! Dare to move against us! Dare to act at the school gate!"

Although Erena has always been at odds with Asuka, and the plump girl and Ashūshū have been eyeing each other unfavorably all day, this doesn't mean she wants Asuka to come to harm!

Having lived together for one or two years, to Erena, Asuka is just an annoying little sister, no matter how unlikable, she's still a sister! One notch more!

Okada Masayoshi and Nango Yui exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and heaviness in each other's eyes.

Bunkyo Ward, prestigious school gate, street murder and abduction—this is no longer merely a "violent escalation" by the Sakikawa Restoration Army, but an open challenge to police authority and extreme pressure!

They instantly recalled that eerie mockery from Kurashi Junxiong: "You've only got now to laugh, Doctor Uesugi."

So the foreshadowing was here all along!

Kai Toru opened his mouth wide, momentarily unable to speak.

Date Nagamune's face turned iron-blue, his fingers cracking with tension.

Igarashi Hayato was even more frantic, spinning in circles: "How could this happen! Weren't we watching Chiba?!"

Watanabe Minami's face, in a moment of shock and anger, was quickly covered by icy frost.

As a Special Mission System Management Officer, and also one of Asuka's legal protectors (through guardianship), she now feels not only anger, but also a direct slap to the face and an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

She fiercely glanced at the phone she had just put down, her mind already filled with the image of her father with an equally grim expression, then turned to look at her husband—Uesugi Muneyuki.

However, to everyone's surprise, after hearing this news, Uesugi Muneyuki's eyes suddenly became piercingly sharp and icy, as if he could freeze the air, yet his face showed none of the panic or violent rage everyone expected.

He fell silent for a few seconds, that silence carrying a strange, heart-pounding calm. Then he slowly spoke, his voice not loud but clear enough to cut through the office din: "Minami, immediately activate the highest-level emergency contingency plan against the Sakikawa Restoration Army" and related personnel. Okada, coordinate public security and the technical department—I want all possible trajectories of that gray Toyota from appearance to disappearance, mobilize all public and private surveillance, examine frame by frame. Minami, contact the Transportation Bureau and Vehicle Management System, check same-model old Toyotas, especially those with recent abnormal records or from specific areas. Kai, Date, re-interrogate Kurashi Junxiong, no more beating around the bush—tell him directly his accomplices kidnapped Saito Asuka, ask him if he wants to watch that girl die before his eyes, or watch the Wisteria Cape Brothers be struck down.

His orders were clear, swift, and orderly, as if he had rehearsed them countless times in his mind.

Finally, he turned to the ashen-faced, swaying Ishihara Mikoto and the fury-filled Ikeda Erena, his tone slightly softened but carrying an unquestionable certainty: "Mikoto, Erena, stay calm. Asuka————will be fine."

This statement left everyone stunned. In such dire straits, where does this confidence come from?

Uesugi Muneyuki offered no explanation, merely walked to the window, gazing at Tokyo's brilliant yet seemingly hiding countless dangers nightscape, his eyes deep as a cold pool.

I never thought these lunatics would actually dare to move against his family one day!

If so, then I won't pretend to be a gentleman anymore!

And besides—that side originally—

He paused, his voice carrying a tone of icy resolve.

"Take back their chips when they still think they're useful, then chop off the hands of those playing the game, one by one."

His calm is not indifference, but a near-ruthless mastery based on some unspoken preparation.

This unusual calm, like a strong-heart injection, let the panicked Special Mission System members slightly steady their minds, yet also left deeper doubts—Doctor Uesugi, what other cards are you still hiding?

Watanabe Minami deeply glanced at her husband once, didn't press further, but immediately turned and began executing the orders with thunderous efficiency.

The vast machine of the Metropolitan Police Department, triggered by a girl's disappearance, began to run at unprecedented power, wildly.

The storm on social media raged, upper-level pressure came like a collapsing mountain and tsunami, while the Special Mission System, under Uesugi Muneyuki's abnormally calm core command, was like a blade about to be drawn, pointing toward the dark depths.

Should we notify Mai-sama?

Uesugi Muneyuki fell into thought, coldly gazing at the Tokyo nightscape outside the window, his heart holding some indifferent chill.

Now, he truly has no psychological pressure left.

There's nothing left!

Kanagawa Prefecture, on the edge of Yokohama City bordering Kawasaki City, an industrial mixed zone. A single apartment building constructed at the end of the bubble economy, now long abandoned and decayed, stands like a forgotten tombstone in the night.

This is one of several "safe houses" prepared in advance by the "Sakikawa Restoration Army," located in a tangled warehouse area and abandoned factories, rarely visited, even by hobos.

The gray Toyota slipped like a ghost into a half-collapsed abandoned garage, and the Wisteria Cape Brothers quickly covered it with dirty canvas and miscellaneous items.

The two dragged the still-struggling and sobbing Saito Asuka from a concealed small door at the back of the garage into the apartment building's basement.

—

The basement air was stale, filled with dust and mold, with only a few emergency lights providing dim yellow illumination.

The space was roughly divided into several areas, stacked with canned food, bottled water, simple sleeping bags, and some unsettling "supplies"—one by one, more homemade incendiary bottle materials, several boxes of bullets, forged documents,

and a heavily encrypted laptop computer.

Fujisaki Kenji violently shoved Saito Asuka onto an old sofa covered with a thin mat, tearing off the tape on her mouth.

"Cough—cough—you—you—what do you want?" Asuka choked, her eye sockets red, tears mixed with dust leaving smudges on her pale little face. Her winter JK uniform was disheveled from struggling and dragging, the horn-button coat torn open, the deep blue pleated skirt wrinkled, the thick black silk stockings scraped and torn in multiple places at the knees and calves, revealing delicate yet scratched skin underneath.

The little leather shoe on one foot had long been lost, revealing a pair of small, cute, exquisite silk feet, while the shoe on the other foot was askew.

Even in such a sorry state, her astonishing beauty and that mixture of fear, defiance, and purity in her demeanor still shone in the dim basement like a pearl mistakenly fallen into a quagmire, emitting a dazzling, incongruous halo.

Fujisaki Tatsuya did not immediately answer, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, vigilantly listening to the movements outside.

Besides the distant rumble of freight trucks, there was utter silence.

Temporarily safe.

Fujisaki Kenji then crouched before Asuka, gazing at her with a look akin to appraising an artwork, mixed with fervor and some strange intoxication, scanning her up and down. His breathing gradually steadied, but his eyes grew brighter.

"Brother—" Fujisaki Kenji suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly, not from fear, but excitement, "Look at her—look at her, ah!"

Fujisaki Tatsuya turned his head, his gaze falling on the girl curled up on the sofa, like a startled fawn. After the tension of the kidnapping and the ferocity of killing, now calming down to observe closely, a feeling never before experienced struck him.

The girl before him was utterly different from the numb or equally hate-filled faces he had encountered in the juvenile detention center. Also unlike the idol stars criticized online and on television as "decadent symbols" by them. She was so young, so vibrant, her skin seemed to glow, her eyes filled with fear yet deep down still holding an untouched clarity. Every wrinkle in her uniform and stockings, every trace of disarray, instead made her appear more real, fragile, yet—more moving.

"She is pure—" Fujisaki Kenji murmured, reaching out as if to touch Asuka's cheek, but recoiling in her fearful flinch and Fujisaki Tatsuya's warning cough, "Unlike us, and unlike the 'parasites' Mr. Slope Origin spoke of—she is like—like—"

"Like Yan Ni." Fujisaki Tatsuya suddenly interjected, his voice low.

"Like Dong Niya." Fujisaki Kenji shook his head, his eyes dreamy.

"Also like Marie—White Enshi! Born of the lower strata, pure, passionate, representing the natural virtue of the proletariat untouched by capitalism!"

Asuka couldn't understand their obscure metaphors and terms, but she clearly felt that these two kidnappers' gazes toward her had changed.

No longer mere brutality and killing intent, but mixed with something that made her feel even more chilling—possessive desire and fervent longing.

This frightened her more than pure malice.

"She is the Muse!" Fujisaki Tatsuya's breathing grew rough.

"She is our Muse!" Fujisaki Kenji also grew excited, he really could barely control himself.

In the basement's silence, only Asuka's suppressed sobs and the brothers' gradually heavy breathing could be heard.