Type-Moon Assassination Fist 10
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 10
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 10 The Attack on Juzo Megure
In front of a van, a man is casually smoking while looking bored. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching, quickly extinguishing the cigarette and feigning seriousness before turning away.
“Inspector Megure, you’ve arrived.”
The oncoming man, slightly overweight and in his mid-thirties, nods and asks, “Is there anything unusual about the target?”
The police officer introducing himself waves his hands dismissively. “Local residents have mentioned that this person is new, checking into a place here two days ago, and has been staying in their room since then.” He hesitates for a moment before adding, “However, the neighbors across the street say they’ve heard strange noises from there recently—some animal sounds and even thunder.”
Inspector Megure frowns deeply, considering this carefully. “This is definitely something we need to pay attention to. By the way, Hirazaka Ryuji doctor found anything?”
“Yes, they did find something, but we can’t confirm whether the scent tracked by the dogs belongs to our missing target. The crime scene investigation team is currently using DNA comparison.” The police officer’s forehead starts to sweat. He is a witness to such scenes and would rather die than see this evidence. Every time he thinks about it, he feels a deep sense of fear.
Is that really something humans can do? Or is it the kind of thing only humans can achieve?
Besides the two undercover officers, there are seven members in the operation group—all highly trained martial artists with guns.
The suspect could be extremely violent, so the police station is paying extra attention to this aspect.
“Alright, let’s go!” Inspector Megure commands through a Walkie-Talkie.
The moment they hear this order, several heavily armed police officers from the suspect’s neighborhood burst out of their vehicles and approach from both sides of the entrance.
One… three… seven.
All rushed into the house.
The room remains silent, with an air of ominous calm building up.
Inspector Megure frowns, holding his Walkie-Talkie and shouts out loud: “Hello? Inside people hear this and respond immediately—what happened? Why is there no movement anymore? Please answer!”
Then…
Inspector Megure hears an unusual noise from her Walkie-Talkie. It sounds like someone is gently pressing her hand against the device, then…
Thud.
Contact lost.
Inspector Megure swallows her saliva, her gaze becoming intense.
He draws out a gun from his pocket and orders the undercover officer next to her: “Detective Inoue, bring Hirano over too. We’ll check inside.”
Inoue slumps heavily, saying, “We’re not going to wait for support, are we? The tactical unit has already failed, and the three of us going in again will likely be futile.”
Inspector Megure an shakes his head, saying, “Waiting for support is too slow. We need to buy some time, let’s go!”
Inoue calls Hirano over and holds a gun in each hand, recalling his training as a police officer.
How long has it been since he last personally caught a criminal as a police chief?
The time has become unclear, but Inspector Megure an is certain that the suspect they are about to face is the most vicious person he has encountered since becoming a police officer!
Seven fully equipped elite officers were silently taken down by the suspect, and the seven chickens would still be flapping their wings and crying out.
“The suspect we’re going to catch this time may possess immense strength, and it might be very dangerous. I’ve even prepared myself for martyrdom. Are you two afraid?”
Inoue and Hirano’s faces look unwell, but they still muster up the courage to shout, “We’re not afraid.”
Inspector Megure an nods in agreement, recognizing their resolve. As a police officer, you must have the courage to dedicate yourself to catching criminals.
“Let’s go!”
The suspect has already sensed something, and hiding anymore would be pointless. Inspector Megure an charges forward directly, heading towards the suspect’s home.
He performs a standard Tactical Roll, as agile as an elephant.
With his back against the wall, Inspector Megure an yells, “People inside, listen! Put down your weapons and surrender immediately. Resisting is pointless! Assaulting a Police Officer can only worsen your sentence, actively surrendering can reduce your punishment. You can’t stand against the whole world!”
There is no response from inside.
Inoue and Hirano lean against the wall beside the door, exchanging hand signals.
Inspector Megure an uses hand gestures to command them to go around the back. He wants everyone’s attention at the front door so they can take advantage of the moment and capture the suspect.
Inoue and Hirano exchange a glance, feeling uneasy in their hearts.
Just now, seven members of the tactical unit charged in simultaneously and were all subdued. Now, it’s just a diversionary tactic, and it probably won’t work either.
But for the time being, they don’t have a better method. The two of them quietly sneak along the wall towards the back.
Inspector Megure an holds up his gun in front of the door, ensuring that anyone inside can see it.
“I have no ill intentions, I just want to talk to you. I’ll put my gun on the ground, and I’m not a threat to you. I’m coming out!” Inspector Megure an calls out calmly while placing his gun on the ground. He slowly stands up and approaches the room.
Then, when he realized the situation inside, he suddenly froze.
The seven elite members of the action group were lying on the ground sleeping (as they are long-time veteran police officers, even their bodies can be easily identified), while the other four were engaging in push-ups, weightlifting, and running in circles like fitness enthusiasts, facing the air as if preparing to punch.
What a situation!
The suddenness of this scenario caused the assistant police officer on the ground (who was experienced) to pause for a few seconds before reacting, realizing there must be some trickery involved.
From the expressions of the several awake SWAT members, none were volunteers; those lying still were probably knocked out by force.
Everything here is connected to one person.
The man sitting on the sofa with his hand resting on his back, observing them.
This house isn’t very large, and there are no places where things can be hidden among the furniture. Therefore, this man doesn’t have a accomplice; he’s alone.
Although we don’t know how he managed to do it, Assistant Police Officer Kuroda knows it was just a matter of time—good timing!
Nine meters away, and he could have neutralized the threat before he even realized what had happened!
Although his gun was lying on the ground, it was placed very carefully. His stance was also appropriate.
So he acted without hesitation.
“Don’t move!” He dipped his knee slightly and stepped back with his hands ready; in an instant, he picked up his gun and pointed it firmly at the target.
After doing so many times, the motion was second nature to him—he extended one arm, rested a hand on the buttstock of his gun, and held it steady and resolute in front of him.
He succeeded.
Assistant Police Officer Kuroda thought to himself.
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