Chapter 310 Forty-five Presidents

"Can you please not point the gun at the child?" Oda Sakunosuke frowned and said in a serious tone, "It's a bit dangerous. It would be terrible if it went off accidentally."

At that time, they were threatened with guns by the kidnappers who had just rushed in and were forced to disperse and guard them in the carriage. Considering that it would be more effective to use the children to threaten the men who might resist, the girls and mothers were standing on the left front side of the carriage, while Oda Sakunosuke and others were at the right rear with the children, and several ferocious kidnappers stood in the distance in the middle.

When he said this, the kidnapper leader was still at the door of the carriage, not paying much attention to what was happening here.

"Huh?" The kidnapper curled his lips in disdain after being politely advised by him, thinking it was ridiculous. "Are you negotiating terms with the people who kidnapped you? You ignorant Tokyo people."

The expression of Kudo Yusaku behind him shifted subtly: How did it suddenly escalate to a regional attack?

The great writer who had traveled abroad with Yukiko in the past few years actually had no idea... In Tokyo, a city that has long been regarded as a "hell-level challenge" by criminals, what have the citizens not seen?

The bomber who wants to blow up the entire city, the perverted murderer who wants to collect beautiful eyes to draw a painting on the city map with the places where the victims' bodies were dumped, the old rich man who longs to turn back time and has been lurking underground for half a century... Each of these is a shocking case that seems to be closely related to them, but in fact, none of them will suffer too many casualties.

Thanks to Officer Akae's hard work for seven years, the citizens of Tokyo have already developed a strong heart. Even when the city was closed for 36 hours, the people of Tokyo remained calm and evacuated when they needed to and continued working when they needed to. After all, if the sky fell, Officer Akae and the Metropolitan Police Department would hold them up. Just by standing there, that person could give them an incomparable sense of security.

Perhaps because of this, although the citizens of Tokyo today are "well-informed", it is difficult for them to feel scared in such a big scene in the eyes of others. After all, their threshold has long been raised.

Afraid? What's there to be afraid of? It's just a bomber/kidnapper/murderer. Officer Chi Jiang used to catch more than 30 such criminals every month.

Yokohama, which is nearby, is in a similar situation but with the opposite result. Perhaps because its main protectors are the mafia, the people there are simple and honest. When faced with robberies and gun battles, merchants on the street can still open their shops without batting an eyelid. Sometimes, when their stores are affected, someone will impatiently fire a few shots into the street, urging them to hurry up and stop the fight so as not to disturb their business.

Both cities make foreign criminals feel no sense of accomplishment. The essential difference between Yokohama, a city with simple folk customs, and Tokyo, a city with many talented people, is that the former will at least react quickly when a crisis comes, while the latter will also do so, but it always gives criminals a sense of comfort as if they know that nothing will happen to them.

This is an insult to criminal behavior!! Unforgivable Tokyo people!

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned by the sudden scolding. He hesitated for a moment and seemed to start a serious thinking. After pausing for a few seconds, he shook his head calmly: "No, although I live in Tokyo now, I am actually from Yokohama."

It would be more accurate to say that he was born in Osaka, but later wandered to Yokohama as a teenager and became a killer.

The kidnapper looked at me with a speechless look in his eyes: "Who asked you this... Even if you are a Tianlong, there is no chance for you to negotiate with me. You are such a fool."

As if that wasn't enough, he raised his gun and provocatively slashed over the heads of the children from the detective group and the children from the Oda family.

The Oda family now has enough children to open an orphanage, but this time only the eldest, Kosuke, and a few others came. When the crisis approached, the two groups of children showed their respective origins clearly - the children of the detective team were not only not afraid, but also observed the kidnappers' guns with wide eyes and excitement. The Oda family's children were not afraid either, but they still carefully protected the youngest girl behind them, and it seemed that they could jump up at any time and give the kidnappers a headbutt.

Oda Sakunosuke looked disapprovingly at the kidnappers.

The kidnapper leader naturally didn't know about these things. He had just finished talking to his 'subordinates' and was contentedly putting away his walkie-talkie - with such a good thing happening in front of him, he couldn't help but relax a little.

Just when he relaxed, he heard the sound of metal collision behind him.

The kidnapper leader suddenly stepped back and turned around, aiming his gun in that direction. He saw that his subordinates who were originally standing next to the hostage children were now unconscious on the ground, and the one who attacked them seemed to be the ordinary red-haired man next to them.

When he looked over, the red-haired man was still looking down at the chirping little carrots around him one by one, with an indifferent look.

The leader of the kidnappers cursed and shot the man without hesitation: "Damn it, since you are restless, don't blame me..."

He stared in amazement at the ordinary red-haired man who obviously didn't look in his direction, but just casually turned his body to dodge the bullet. He even had no expression on his face (which was the case by nature), and his movements were relaxed and comfortable (his supernatural power predicted the attack in advance). In the end, he frowned at him: "There are children here."

...and the child? That's what you're talking about? ? The one he just fired was a bullet, right! ?

"Ugh!" The kidnapper leader heard the distorted voices of his other subordinates from behind, and he looked over with his subconscious alert.

Of the two subordinates guarding the group of girls, one was punched in the abdomen by the pretty girl with long hair and was pressed against the wall, while the tomboy with short hair and fangs punched his subordinate in the ear again, and the wind from the fist broke several strands of hair.

"This is for your own good, uncle." Masumi grinned, her small canine teeth and brilliant expression making her words seem especially sincere. "If you had slapped the young lady just now, a Super Saiyan might have visited your cell in the middle of the night."

Xiaolan, who was holding her friend's hand, couldn't help but laugh. The Saiyan girlfriend next to her frowned at first, then laughed too: "Really, Zhen would never do that!"

The kidnapper leader's eyes were bloodshot, and with the corner of his eye he saw another subordinate on the girls' side being kicked in the chin by the blonde foreign woman. Behind him, a beautiful mixed-race woman with blonde hair and a baby in her arms raised her leg and gave his subordinate a hard knee strike on the spine.

"You scared little Aki." Natalie shook her head in disapproval, while the baby in her arms babbled to encourage her mother.

Mary next to him gave him an approving look: "Aki seems to be very courageous. Shuichi was like this when he was a child."

"He's also very similar to my Shin-chan!" Yukiko held her face and reminisced, "When Shin-chan was a baby, he was always very well behaved even when he went to crime scenes with me."

...What kind of mother-to-be combination are you? It sounds a bit scary to have your child!

Looking to the side, the tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was pinning his subordinate to the ground in a posture that looked like a police arrest technique, while the gentle novelist wearing glasses was now holding his chin up, looking at the kidnapper lying on the ground with an expression as if he had seen the material.

The kidnapper leader was in no mood to continue watching, but because he was disturbed by the completely different developments around him and in his plan, he was helplessly restrained by the red-haired man, no, Oda Sakunosuke, who put his hands behind his back and easily clamped him in place.

The leader of the kidnappers felt that something was wrong. Where were the men he had arranged in the corridor outside the door? Why didn't they come to check after hearing what was going on inside?

As if to make him give up completely, there was a chaotic sound of gunfire at the door. Amid the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and the screams of fear that were obviously from his subordinates, the originally tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside.

He felt something was wrong, and with great difficulty he twisted his body under Oda Sakunosuke's shackles and looked up at the door.

Nakahara Chuuya is here so soon——?

The person at the door was not Nakahara Chuuya as he had imagined, but a dark-haired beauty in a long black skirt. The floor-length skirt did not affect the person's movements at all. Even when she kicked someone with her powerful whip-like kick, the skirt fluttered, revealing her thighs tied with short sticks under the black skirt, which looked like a shot from some action movie.

The one who knocked the door down was one of the guards outside the door who was kicked out by her.

Under the dull gaze of the kidnapper leader, she seemed to have finally gotten tired of playing, and finally lifted her skirt and pulled out the short stick. She didn't know what she pressed on it, but the black stick broke through the air and hit the other guard's face with an extremely crisp sound. At first glance, it was obviously a long stick.

And he looked a little familiar, as if he had been beaten with that stick before, and the bones in his body that had been broken and reconnected were still aching.

Not sure, take another look.

The kidnapper leader didn't notice that many of the 'hostages' in the room who were originally planning to go out to help also stopped and seemed extremely hesitant.

There were only three people left outside the door. The man who was farther away looked terrified and turned around to run. The beauty who had her back to him did not even turn her head back. She threw her long stick back and hit the man's back of the head accurately, knocking him heavily to the ground.

"Do you still want to play with me?" The beauty turned her gaze to the remaining two guards, smiling sweetly, "You two can also join them."

As if to catch her off guard, one of them rushed forward before she could finish her words. The gun in his hand had already been empty and could only be swung like a lump of iron. However, she did not give him any face and dodged the attack with light steps and slightly turned her body. She still spoke in a calm tone and then shook her head.

"Are you so impatient?" The beauty sighed, "I really can't do anything with you."

...As she said this, she grabbed the man's wrist with her backhand and twisted it, then turned around and slammed her back into his arms. In the blink of an eye, the man had been thrown over her shoulder to the ground, with stars in his eyes.

The last person took a few steps back and leaned against the door frame, her eyes looking like they were about to turn red. However, she did not give him another chance. She swayed twice and appeared in front of him. She seemed to be thinking for half a second with her head tilted.

The black-haired beauty then smiled at him very gently, then jumped up on the spot, grabbed the door frame and lifted herself up. Her thighs wrapped in the fabric of her long skirt tightly clamped his neck, and her calves, no longer covered by the fabric, crossed behind his back... and then she used a little more force.

The last person fell to the ground softly without even making a sound of pain.

Chijiang Nayue landed lightly on the ground and stared at his masterpiece on the ground, feeling very satisfied.

She asked Kaito-kun to put her hair up so that it would be easier to fight.

The kidnapper leader finally couldn't help but asked: "Who are you..."

Before he finished shouting, he saw the brown-haired girl in the carriage who had been keeping a calm face suddenly change her expression and rushed out like lightning - then she cautiously pulled the beautiful woman in the black dress back a few steps, and seemed to accidentally step on the last person several times.

The little girl took the beauty's hand and examined her from head to toe with a serious look on her face, her tone full of disapproval: "Sister, why are you rewarding him?"

The kidnapper leader slowly shut his mouth.