Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 353 - 265 Narrow Gate_2

Chapter 353: Chapter 265 Narrow Gate_2

"Where’s Sakurako?!" she shouted, "As a member of the criminal police, I officially warn you now to immediately stop all illegal activities, release the hostages, and put down your weapons and surrender..."

Before Minamoto Tamako could finish shouting, the believers began to bang on the door.

The shelves shook constantly, canned food, dishes, and teacups fell down one after another. Fujiwara Homare crouched in the corner, holding his head, muttering non-stop, "I’m invincible, I’m super lucky, I won’t die..." From outside the door came Shirakawa Miki’s voice inquiring again, "Miss Tamako, don’t you understand yet? I’m doing this for your own good!"

"Kidnapping is also for my good?!" Tamako raised her gun, her hands sweating from the tension.

"Of course!" Shirakawa Miki said sincerely, "Mr. Fushimi is a man who has gained divine power. How could he not worship Shiva? And also you, Miss Tamako, you both are pure souls, kind-hearted, unlike those filthy mortals. It’s such a pity if you don’t come to listen to the oracles of Shiva..."

"I’m helping you, helping you break free from the sea of suffering. Only in the Aum Truth Sect can you find the truth. You don’t understand now because your eyes are clouded by material desires. When you finally realize the truth of the world one day, you’ll submit completely..."

As she spoke, Shirakawa Miki’s face squeezed into the crack of the door, her once decent looking face now distorted, her eyes fixed on Tamako as she rasped, "When Shiva’s thunder and fire burn away your vulgar prejudices, you’ll kneel and thank me!"

Tamako thought to herself that Aunt Shirakawa had completely gone mad!

Her worldview wasn’t on the same channel as normal people’s!

What should she do? Should she really shoot?

Tamako glanced back. If someone would fight alongside her, she wouldn’t be against trying to rush out...

Fujiwara Homare knelt and shouted, "That’s impossible! Who would thank you, you old hag?! There’s only one True God in the world, and that’s yours truly!!"

"..."

It’s over.

This guy can’t be relied on either.

Tamako’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest. She was already prepared that if she got caught again, her life would be in grave danger. Rather than sit and wait for death, she preferred to fight back. If she had to die, she wanted to die on the battlefield!

She gripped the rifle tightly, took a deep breath, stood up, pressed against the wall, and raised the gun towards the gap of the door.

Seeing this, Shirakawa Miki tried to retract her head, but since she had wedged it too deep, it was stuck in the door crack and couldn’t move.

For the first time, Tamako attempted to kill. Through the sight, looking at Shirakawa Miki’s slightly distorted face, she couldn’t help but murmur,

"Aunt Shirakawa...have you thought about your daughter... your son... what will become of their lives in the future?"

Shirakawa Miki, hands braced against the wall, tried to pull her head out. She mumbled incoherently, "Shiva... will, will protect them..."

Wrong answer.

Tamako closed her eyes, gritting her teeth, with her little finger on the trigger, tightening her grip bit by bit.

However, before she could fire, a sudden chaotic shout came from outside the door.

"What’s going on?" Shirakawa Miki asked.

No one answered. The sound of intensive gunfire erupted, and inside the storeroom, the slashing sounds and terrified wailing were clearly audible.

"It’s, it’s a demon!" a believer shouted.

"The messenger of the demon is here!"

"Run... run! We can’t fight it!"

Shirakawa Miki loudly commanded the believers, telling them to help pry the door open and pull her out first.

No one paid her any mind, as the gunfire outside gradually lessened and the footsteps became chaotic before suddenly disappearing. Tamako didn’t know what was happening. Hadn’t the trial ended? Who attacked the cult members? Who was this demon’s messenger?

"Is it the enemy that attacked the church?" Shirakawa Miki yelled, "There’s only one of them! What are you afraid of? Destroy him! Send his soul to hell!"

It seemed she was too late, outside was silent, and faint sounds of water dripping could be heard.

Only then did Shirakawa Miki realize something, "Is it Mr. Fushimi? Is that you? It must be you—only you could do such a thing, only you have such great power!"

There was no response from outside, as if avoiding something.

Shirakawa Miki’s confidence surged, "It’s you! Mr. Fushimi! Listen to me, Master Asahara is your kindred spirit! He is a true messenger spoken to by the gods. If you follow him, you too will transcend the mundane and become a protector of the Divine Country..."

Before she could finish, a familiar voice interrupted her, "What are you doing sticking your butt out here?"

The three inside the storeroom were all stunned.

It was indeed Fushimi Roku’s voice.

Tamako was the most shocked, but she was also the first to express skepticism, given she had been tricked before; unless she saw Fushimi Roku’s face, she wouldn’t acknowledge it no matter what.

Even if the voice was identical and the appearance similar, it could very well be a disguise!

Fujiwara Homare was overjoyed, thinking, as expected, whenever I’m in danger, someone will definitely come to rescue me!

Shirakawa Miki also recognized Fushimi Roku’s voice. She casually explained, ’Head got stuck’, and then continued to persuade Fushimi Roku to convert to the Aum Truth Sect.

The dog-headed man standing outside the door was indeed Fushimi Roku.

He stood in the slightly dim corridor, with the tragic bodies of the believers sprawled on the ground, blood and bullet holes everywhere. In front of him, only the plump woman with her head stuck could still move.

Fushimi Roku wasn’t in a hurry to execute her, since Shirakawa Miki couldn’t move anyway, he’d catch his breath first before speaking.