Kanjuro stepped into the deathly silent police station lobby. His gaze swept over the remaining officers hiding behind cover, trembling and not daring to fire again, before finally landing on Hattori Heizo, who looked as if he had aged ten years. A cruel, cat-and-mouse amusement appeared on his face.
"Shizuka, Kazuha," he spoke plainly, his voice echoing in the empty lobby with a command that brooked no question. "Go. Each of you, give this former Inspector General... a shot."
This command was cold-blooded to an appalling degree. To have his wife (nominally) and a junior he treated as his own child personally shoot him.
Hearing this, Hattori Shizuka and Toyama Kazuha did not hesitate for a second. A flash of glory at being 'entrusted with a heavy responsibility' even crossed their eyes as they unhesitatingly raised the black handguns condensed from dark energy once more, their muzzles aimed steadily at the pale Hattori Heizo.
Hattori Heizo looked at these two women who were once closest to him, now acting like Kanjuro's most loyal hounds as they pointed lethal weapons at him. The immense grief and sense of absurdity almost made him break down.
"Shizuka! You... you're my sister! We lived together for eighteen years! Look at what you're doing right now?!" He tried to awaken a shred of familial affection in Hattori Shizuka.
Hattori Shizuka's eyes were icy, even carrying a hint of disdain for his 'weakness.' "Brother? Husband? Those identities are meaningless before my husband Kanjuro. For him, anything I do is worthwhile and correct."
Hattori Heizo then turned sharply to Kazuha, his voice carrying a final plea: "Kazuha! I watched you grow up! Heiji... Heiji liked you so much! Don't you..."
"Heiji?" Kazuha interrupted him, her tone terrifyingly calm as if she were speaking of a stranger. "He blocked Brother Kanjuro's path, so he died. In my eyes, Brother Kanjuro is my everything, the only light that illuminates my dark world. For him, I can destroy everything, including you, Uncle Heizo."
The title "Uncle" seemed incredibly ironic at this moment.
Hattori Heizo fell into complete despair. Seeing the undeniable madness and loyalty in their eyes, he knew any words were useless. Extreme anger and the instinct to protect his family (even if they wanted to kill him) made him issue a final, hoarse command to the remaining, terrified officers in the lobby:
"Kill them! Kill these two women controlled by the demon! Quick!!"
He would rather they die than watch them sink completely and become Kanjuro's murderous puppets!
However, this final command became the straw that broke the last weak bond in the hearts of Hattori Shizuka and Toyama Kazuha.
A flash of cold disappointment that said 'as I thought' crossed Hattori Shizuka's eyes. "So, in the end, you wanted to kill us too, Brother."
Toyama Kazuha looked at Hattori Heizo with the eyes one would use for a traitor. "You want to hurt Brother Kanjuro and kill us? You really are just as Brother Kanjuro said—hypocritical and deserving of death!"
Just as the remaining officers, driven by Hattori Heizo's command, tremblingly raised their muzzles to aim at Hattori Shizuka and Kazuha—
Kanjuro moved.
He didn't even change his stance; he just shifted his intent slightly.
The bullets fired at Shizuka and Kazuha once again hung eerily in mid-air, just like before!
Then, Kanjuro flicked his finger.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!
Those stagnant bullets flew back at a speed even faster than they had come, like a swarm of metallic bees endowed with life, precisely reversing their course!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dull thuds of metal entering flesh rang out again. The remaining officers didn't even have time to scream before they were pierced through the forehead or heart by their own bullets. Their eyes wide with disbelief, they slumped to the ground.
In the lobby, in a true sense, only the four of them remained.
Along with a floor full of corpses and the thick scent of blood.
Hattori Heizo watched as his last men were wiped out, saw Kanjuro's uncontrollable power like that of a god or demon, and saw the coldness in the eyes of the two women who no longer felt any attachment. He lost all his strength, staggering back to lean against the cold wall, his eyes hollow as if his soul had been snatched away.
"Alright, the small fry have been cleaned up." Kanjuro's voice remained flat, as if he had just swatted a few flies. "Shizuka, Kazuha, complete your task."
Hattori Shizuka and Toyama Kazuha's fingers were already on the triggers, their cold killing intent locked onto Hattori Heizo, who was leaning against the wall with hollow eyes.
At this critical moment, Kanjuro suddenly raised his hand and made a soft "shh" sound.
The two women's movements froze instantly. Like the most precise instruments receiving a command, they respectfully lowered their muzzles and waited for his next order.
Kanjuro paced over to Hattori Heizo, looking down on this man who once commanded the winds and clouds but was now like a flickering candle in the wind. A more wicked smile, full of a sense of play, appeared on his face.
"Killing you just like this seems... a bit boring." Kanjuro rubbed his chin as if thinking of an interesting game. "Inspector General Hattori, do you want to live?"
In Hattori Heizo's hollow eyes, a faint glimmer of the desire to survive suddenly burst forth. No one truly wants to die, especially after experiencing such a huge blow and betrayal. An instinctive unwillingness and desire for life made him, almost subconsciously, utter a single word with difficulty in a hoarse voice:
"...Yes..."
This word seemed to drain all his strength and shatter his last bit of dignity.
"Very good." Kanjuro nodded with satisfaction and said as if giving charity: "I'll give you a chance."
He squatted down, looking levelly into Hattori Heizo's bloodshot and fearful eyes. His tone was casual, yet he made the most shameless demand:
"I know that communication with the outside hasn't been completely cut off. Reinforcements of police and special forces are likely already on their way."
"Now, use your authority as Inspector General to pass down an order."
"Have all the police forces about to arrive at the scene find me a hundred women immediately."
He paused deliberately, adding a heinous detail:
"They must be virgins, untouched. Ideally... female officers from within your system. I imagine, with the police force's efficiency and connections, this 'little matter' shouldn't be hard to manage, right?"
Upon hearing this, Hattori Heizo's pupils constricted suddenly, his face turning as pale as paper. His body trembled violently from extreme anger and humiliation. He looked at Kanjuro in disbelief, his lips quivering: "You... you're shameless!! Don't even think about it!!"
He would rather die than issue such an order that defiled the police badge and trampled on human ethics!
"Shameless?" Kanjuro chuckled, as if he had heard a funny joke. "I'm just showing you what true'strength' is."
He stood up, leisurely spreading his arms to pull Hattori Shizuka and Toyama Kazuha back into his embrace, one on each side. The two women leaned against him submissively, their eyes filled with adoration and love, as if he were the only truth in the world.
Holding them like he was showing off his most prized collectibles, Kanjuro spoke to the deathly pale Hattori Heizo in a voice that was magnetic and seductive, yet bone-chillingly cold:
"Look, Hattori Heizo."
"The wife you cherish, and the childhood friend your son loves so dearly, are now willingly surrendering to me. They would live for me, die for me, and even kill their former kin for me."
"This is my power. It has nothing to do with law or morality; it's only about absolute control and... charm?"
The curve of his lips was full of irony:
"Now, I'm letting you trade the chastity of a hundred strange women for your own life. This deal is quite fair, isn't it?"
"Either issue the order and prove how ridiculous your so-called 'justice' and 'dignity' are in the face of survival."
"Or..."
Kanjuro's gaze suddenly turned cold, like a Siberian wind:
"Go to hell along with your ideals and your ridiculous persistence."
"The choice is yours."
Hattori Heizo slumped on the ground, his whole body cold. Kanjuro's words were like the most vicious curse, eroding his soul. On one side was total depravity and unwashable shame; on the other was immediate death and the complete end of his family line... In the suffocating silence, under Kanjuro's cold gaze and the indifferent stares of the two women, Hattori Heizo trembled as he very slowly pulled out his encrypted communicator, which was covered in cold sweat and dust. His fingers felt like they were filled with lead; with every number he pressed, it felt as if he were slicing up and selling his own soul.
In the end, he failed to overcome his fear of death and the... faint, glimmering illusion that he might keep his life and one day seek revenge.
Into the communicator, in a voice that was almost tuneless, he issued the final and most shameful order of his career.
Kanjuro watched him collapse like he had lost his spine, a look of immense pleasure appearing on his face. He tightened his grip on Kazuha and Shizuka, laughing softly:
"See, this is the so-called 'guardian of justice.' In the face of true power and desire, they are utterly fragile."
"The game has only just begun." Hattori Heizo's humiliating and trembling order was transmitted through the still-intact internal encrypted communication channel to the ears of commanders at all levels who were urgently mobilizing to surround the police headquarters.
At first, everyone thought the communication was being jammed or that they were hallucinating. But when Hattori Heizo's familiar yet despairing voice confirmed it again, and forcibly issued the order using the highest authority of the Inspector General, an absurd and icy chill instantly swept over everyone who heard it.
Because Hattori Heizo was still in Kanjuro's hands, and due to his long-standing authority, the entire Osaka police system was forced to start operating like headless flies amidst extreme humiliation and anger.
But what they faced was an even more difficult demand from Kanjuro—one hundred beautiful female officers, and they had to be confirmed virgins!
This was an almost unimaginable condition in normal times, but now it had become the 'bargaining chip' to save their top commander's life. The internal police database was frantically searched, and supervisors at all levels braced themselves to 'talk' to female officers who met the criteria, using threats and promises, and even conducting extremely offensive 'qualification reviews.' The entire Osaka police force fell into a state of chaos, anger, and unspeakable shame. This was a complete trampling of their professional dignity and moral bottom line!
The news could not be suppressed at all, spreading like wildfire through various channels. Other regional police departments, high-ranking government officials, and even underground forces soon learned of this absurd news. There was shock, uproar, and then a towering rage!
And Kanjuro, this was exactly the effect he wanted.
In the dead silence of the police station lobby, he used some unknown means to connect to the external network and even blatantly started a live stream directed at specific dark web channels!
In the live stream, Kanjuro sat elegantly in the office chair that originally belonged to Hattori Heizo, crossing his legs. Hattori Shizuka and Toyama Kazuha stood by him like the most submissive maids, one on each side. Meanwhile, the once-mighty Hattori Heizo lay slumped on the floor like a stray dog, his eyes vacant.
"Good evening, everyone." Kanjuro smiled at a hidden camera, as if hosting an elegant salon. "As you can see, a small 'recruitment' is underway. My required'staff' seem to be a bit picky, leading to low efficiency."
He glanced at a non-existent watch on his wrist and announced in a relaxed tone:
"How about this, to give our former Inspector General a little motivation and to make the recruitment process more efficient... I'll set a time limit."
"From now on, for every hour it takes to gather the hundred people, I will cut off one of Hattori Heizo's fingers."
"Once all ten fingers are cut off, if the people still haven't arrived... then it'll be the toes' turn, or perhaps other more interesting parts."
These words were clearly transmitted through the live stream signal to everyone following the matter.
"Bastard!!"
"Devil!!"
"How dare he?!!"
For a moment, the sound of slamming tables and angry roars echoed in countless places. Various forces in the Island Nation, especially within the police system, were gnashing their teeth in hatred, their anger almost burning through the sky! This was a public humiliation and provocation against the entire nation's law enforcement! Kanjuro's actions were no longer just a crime; they were a declaration of war!
However, as angry as they were, their hands were tied. Hattori Heizo was still in his hands, and the inhuman power he displayed made everyone wary. The result of a forced assault would likely be the death of the hostage and even heavier casualties.
Thus, an absurd and urgent 'beauty search' operation was launched at a near-frenzied pace in Osaka and the surrounding areas under immense pressure and humiliation. Police cars were no longer for catching criminals, but for finding 'qualified' female officers or related personnel; communication channels were no longer for case analysis, but for discussions about appearance and... unspeakable 'qualifications.'
The entire police force of the Island Nation was forced to perform an extremely ugly farce under the gaze of this live stream. Meanwhile, Kanjuro, sitting at the center of the storm, enjoyed the pleasure of trampling and ravaging order and dignity at will.
He gently stroked Kazuha's hair and gave a perfect smile to the camera:
"See, this is the order you protect. In the face of absolute power, it is as fragile as paper."
"The game continues. The timer... starts now."
Time ticked away second by second amidst Hattori Heizo's desperate gasps and the frantic operations of the outside world. Every second was accompanied by humiliation and the impending bloody punishment. And Kanjuro, the master of darkness, was pleasurably admiring this grand drama he had directed himself.
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