The night shrouded Kyoto Airport; lights were bright. The airport's power grid was different from other places in the city, unaffected, yet the airport lost its usual hustle and bustle. A deadly calmness was in the air. Two teams, maintaining a 300-meter distance, were in a standoff; neither dared to move casually. Inside, it was quiet; occasionally, a child cried, but was quickly comforted by adults.
As long as the hostages didn't cause trouble, Shusheng and his team didn't need to use force, merely keeping close watch. Anyone who couldn't hold it anymore and needed the restroom was handled democratically, putting the hostages somewhat at ease. Their emotions gradually stabilized, patiently waiting for the government's rescue, cooperating with Shusheng's team's orders.
