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This is a special hotline provided by the authorities for citizens to report clues related to "fox".
Beep, the call was connected.
Qingze said, "I am a fox."
"You idiot! Do you know that making a false police report is punishable?!"
An impatient roar came from the other end of the line, and then the call was abruptly ended, leaving only a busy tone.
Qingze held the microphone, thought for a moment, and realized that his previous way of speaking might indeed have been easy to misunderstand.
He then dialed the Metropolitan Police Department's regular emergency number.
The phone was picked up quickly.
A gentle female operator's voice came from inside, "Hello, this is the Metropolitan Police Department. Is there an emergency? Which area is it located in?"
Qingze spoke in a tone more befitting of a "bandit," coldly saying, "Listen, you only have fifteen minutes."
If no police arrive at the residence with the Kobayashi nameplate in Honmachi 5-chome, Shibuya Ward within 15 minutes.
I then killed all five Americans I had kidnapped.
After saying that, he hung up the phone without giving the other party any chance to respond or ask questions.
He believed that as long as he played the "American" card, the other side's police response time would be faster than anyone could imagine.
Chapter 90: Do foxes possess divine power?
Carl was in a terrible mood.
As the newly appointed commander of the Seventh Fleet, this should have been a cause for celebration with a grand banquet.
However, he never expected that his first task after being promoted would be to listen to a young man who had never even been on the battlefield give a lecture to him and his colleagues.
Not long ago, the high-level generals' gathering that attracted global attention still made him feel a nameless anger when he thought about it.
Although it is common for promotions within the military to rely on connections and seniority, it is not uncommon for someone to be promoted to Minister of War by virtue of their connections.
But those ministers in the past, regardless of their abilities, at least held the rank of general.
What is this guy now?
His highest military rank was only major, and after retiring, he became an anchor for Fox News.
How can someone like that command the world's most powerful military force?
Thinking of this, Karl felt a strong urge to resign surge up again.
But after weighing the options carefully, and thinking of the power he held, he forced himself to suppress the thought, silently raised his glass, and took a big gulp.
During working hours, he abstains from alcohol and maintains strict discipline.
But once he finishes his official duties and returns to his private residence, he always has a few drinks to relax his tense nerves.
Once alcohol is ingested, certain repressed thoughts can become uncontrollably rampant.
He began to relentlessly criticize the president's incompetence and curse the new minister's ineptitude. Just as he was venting his anger, the landline phone on his desk suddenly rang sharply.
Carl put down his glass, grabbed the receiver, and said, "Hello, what's up?"
"Commander Carl, we have just received an urgent report from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department that Brigadier General Charleson, the fleet's deputy logistics chief of staff who was on leave, was killed by Fox."
Five American citizens also died at the same time; preliminary assessments suggest they were all friends of Charleson.
Upon hearing the news from the other end of the phone, Karl's slight intoxication vanished instantly.
In a fit of rage, he smashed the wine glass in his hand to the ground. The expensive glass shattered, and the amber-colored wine splashed everywhere.
"Damn it!! How dare those damned yellow-skinned monkeys kill our people?!"
He roared into the microphone.
However, as soon as he finished shouting, he almost immediately forced himself to calm down and said in a deep voice, "Was Charleson's death a premeditated attack, or was it just a chance encounter? And who exactly is Fox?"
Karl's expression turned extremely serious.
Charleson's position was extraordinary; as the deputy chief of logistics, he possessed a great deal of the fleet's secrets.
It is important to understand that logistics is key to whether a military unit can exert its due combat effectiveness.
All information related to logistics is classified as a highly confidential military secret.
"Fox is a serial criminal who has been active in Tokyo recently and has committed multiple murders. As of now, we do not have any clear evidence to suggest that he was specifically targeting Brigadier General Charleson."
Upon hearing this, Carl pondered for a moment and decisively issued the order: "Immediately have Brad, the deputy intelligence chief of headquarters, take over this case!"
You must get to the bottom of this!
Let's examine whether a major power is manipulating this situation.
Charleson's body must be transported back to the Seventh Fleet as soon as possible for a top-notch forensic examination, focusing on whether he had been injected with drugs or subjected to torture before his death!
"Yes, sir! I will immediately arrange for Brigadier General Brad to handle this!"
"Ah."
Carl hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and immediately pressed the one-touch communication button on the landline to prepare for an emergency meeting with his staff team late at night.
They discussed how to report this serious incident to the White House, and whether, should Charson be eliminated by agents of a major power, the other party had obtained crucial logistical intelligence.
Can the existing logistics support system make timely and appropriate adjustments?
Damn!
Carl cursed the president's incompetence in his heart once again.
This caused the government to shut down, and even military salaries couldn't be paid, yet he was still forced to work overtime here without pay.
Fortunately, the US military possesses an iron will, which is why it was able to withstand the pressure.
……
Upon receiving orders from his superiors, Brad did not hesitate and immediately took two trusted confidants, boarded a UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter, and headed to Tokyo overnight.
He looked down through the porthole.
In Tokyo, skyscrapers stand side by side, and the flashing neon lights blend perfectly with the endless stream of car lights and bustling crowds, creating a dazzling sea of light.
Looking down from the air, Tokyo's night view always reminds him of New York.
The same dazzling lights, the same mesmerizing atmosphere.
"What a beautiful city!"
He sighed softly.
No one in the cabin echoed this sentiment.
He was already used to it.
If you want outstanding subordinates, you can't expect them to provide emotional value 24/7.
The helicopter flew over skyscrapers and finally landed slowly on the helipad atop the Metropolitan Police Department building.
As the helicopter descended, gusts of air churned up by the rotor blades brushed against Kiyoshi Kaneda's cheeks.
He stood behind Ryosuke Nara, watching with great interest as the helicopter came to a stop and the cabin door opened.
A tall, white male was the first to leap nimbly from the helicopter.
He was wearing a pure white suit with a vibrant red rose boutonniere pinned to his chest.
His golden hair was meticulously combed into a slicked-back style, with only a wisp of unruly golden bangs hanging down on his left forehead, adding a touch of casual nonchalance to his appearance.
Behind Brad were two Black officers, a man and a woman, dressed in crisp Marine Corps uniforms.
Even that woman was 1.85 meters tall, with a robust and muscular build, and a cold and stern face as if carved by a knife and axe.
Both men's eyes were like the Siberian permafrost, cold and devoid of emotion, like pure killing machines.
Nara Ryosuke's heart skipped a beat. He immediately put on a fawning smile, quickly stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "Welcome, General Brad."
On behalf of…
"Alright, let's skip the empty pleasantries."
Brad interrupted him, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "From now on, we will form a joint investigation team."
All investigative leads and on-site reports that you possess must be shared with us unconditionally.
He paused, then held up a second finger: "Secondly, grant our investigators the necessary law enforcement powers and full diplomatic immunity within Japan to ensure the investigation can be conducted efficiently."
Then came the third finger: "Then, immediately control all media channels that may have access to information about this case, prevent the leakage of any false information or unconfirmed details, and avoid damaging the friendly relations between our two countries."
As Nara Ryosuke listened to this series of forceful demands, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
"General Brad, we fully understand how you feel right now, and we are doing our best to investigate this case."
However…these requirements regarding law enforcement authority and media control involve our country's sovereignty and related legal procedures…
Brad's smile vanished instantly, and he grabbed Nara Ryosuke by the collar.
Although he still had a smile on his face, his eyes had turned icy cold.
“Listen, when an American general is beheaded in your so-called ‘world’s safest’ city, the focus shouldn’t be on those damn procedural issues!”
What we need is to catch that fox immediately!
To be honest, Brad didn't use much force.
But Nara Ryosuke felt as if a pair of iron pincers were gripping his throat, a suffocating sensation washing over him. He froze on the spot, his usual eloquence vanishing without a trace.
The disparity in their status is too great.
But if he agrees to these conditions, and the matter is exposed by the media afterward, triggering a public outcry, his superiors will definitely push him out as a scapegoat.
But if they don't agree, judging from the other party's tough attitude, they obviously won't give up easily.
Just as he was at a loss, Kiyoshi Kaneda calmly said, "If you want to arrest someone, why bother with the art of the deal?"
Wouldn't it be better to just start taking action?
Brad paused for a moment, then looked at the Japanese policeman who dared to interrupt with interest: "Who are you?"
"Kiyoshi Kaneda, deputy leader of the Fox Hunting Task Force."