"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"Please don't kill me!"
"I'll give you money, I'll give you money! My family is very rich, my parents will pay a lot of money for me!"
Several Shuchi'in Academy boys shouted in fear.
They were dragged out by this group of militants and forced to kneel in front of the camera.
Someone tried to resist, but they were immediately met with punches and kicks from the terrorists.
Perhaps feeling that these people were certainly going to die, they no longer followed the Boss's instructions and instead shot the limbs of these crying and shouting boys.
Gunshots rang out, and screams echoed throughout the auditorium. The noisy boys collapsed to the ground, their limbs bleeding as they howled in pain. Snot and tears mixed with blood, flowing everywhere.
"All of you, shut up!"
A terrorist roared angrily, and the other hostages in the auditorium immediately shut their mouths. Facing these vicious criminals, and seeing that the terrorists were truly going to kill people, no one dared make another sound. They only covered their noses and cried quietly.
Perhaps thinking that being shot once was better than suffering multiple shots and screaming in pain, the students chosen for execution all gritted their teeth. With sorrowful expressions, they let their tears fall without saying a word.
Mutsumi remained expressionless, but her beautiful eyes, the color of golden sand, flickered faintly.
She was not without emotion, she simply did not know how to express it.
Faced with extreme fear and despair, she was stunned, like a puppet that had lost the will to resist.
At this moment, she thought about her life, about the expectations of her father and mother. In her mind flashed the teachings of her parents and their strict discipline.
If, if she could survive this time.
She would definitely resist. Resist her parents' demands, resist their tyranny. She would choose her own life and live according to her own wishes.
But the premise of all this was that she had to survive.
"Father, Mother, I'm sorry..."
Iino trembled all over. She whimpered in a crying voice, tears and snot flowing to the corners of her mouth, yet she did not dare wipe them away.
This kind of life was something she had never imagined.
For a group of ordinary young men and women who lived in urban areas, grew up comfortably, came from wealthy families, and had never even been injured before, they could never have imagined that one day they would be captured by terrorists, forced to kneel on the ground, and have guns pointed at their heads.
Despair, coldness, terror, collapse, even complete hysteria.
"Should we use knives?"
One terrorist said viciously.
Using a knife to directly cut off someone's head would create a greater deterrent.
Hearing the terrorists' words, the twenty students kneeling on the ground waiting for execution almost went mad.
They would rather be shot to death than have their heads cut off with a sharp knife.
"Don't do anything unnecessary. Execute them quickly and post the video online to warn Japan."
The leader of the eight terrorists rejected the suggestion.
Seeing this, the terrorist who had suggested using knives shrugged. He aimed his gun at the hostage kneeling in front of him and placed his finger on the trigger.
Everyone else in the auditorium lowered their heads and tightly closed their eyes. Even though they were not the ones about to be executed, they were so frightened that some wet themselves, experiencing the same terror.
Just as the terrorist sneered and was about to pull the trigger.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, the ceiling suddenly burst open, and a figure descended from above on a fast rope.
The eight terrorists were stunned for a moment, completely unable to react.
As they instinctively looked up, Toru, descending from the ceiling, had already completed the most standard tactical maneuver. Holding the M-series assault rifle in his hands, he unleashed a precise 270-degree circular burst.
Before the explosion, Toru had already determined everyone's positions.
The reason he appeared just before the execution was because at that moment the militants were all standing still, giving him the best possible opportunity.
Seventeen shots in two seconds. Seventeen bullets fired in bursts within two seconds, every bullet aimed at the enemy's forehead.
"Da da da!"
Bullets fell like raindrops, dense and precise. Several terrorists only felt a sharp pain in their foreheads before losing consciousness.
The intense gunfire came quickly and ended just as fast.
When Toru landed, all eight terrorists had already been shot in the forehead. Their bodies collapsed heavily to the ground.
The Shuchi'in Academy students around them, who had closed their eyes and did not dare look, instinctively tensed when they heard the gunshots.
They thought the execution had begun.
When the gunfire gradually stopped, some finally dared to open their eyes. What they saw left them completely stunned.
Toru stood in the middle of the crowd.
In front of him, the eight terrorists had completely lost all signs of life.
"Fujiwara Kaichou?"
"It's Fujiwara Kaichou!"
"Fujiwara Kaichou is here to save us!"
"Wuu, Dad, Mom, wuu..."
...
Teachers and students throughout the auditorium shouted in surprise and joy. Seeing Toru eliminate all the terrorists, they could not hold back their cheers.
But as the excitement faded and their tense minds relaxed, emotions of fear, terror, and sorrow flooded their bodies.
Countless people began wailing and crying. Some instinctively felt safer near Toru and crawled toward him.
Joy and sorrow filled the vast auditorium.
...
Outside Shuchi'in Academy, when Toru deployed the drones, members of the Self-Defense Forces and officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department also witnessed it.
"Who, who sent out those drones?"
"Damn it, who gave the order to send out the drones? Get them back immediately!"
"We can't even determine how many terrorists there are, where they are located, or the exact position of the hostages. Sending drones now will only endanger the hostages' lives!"
"Damn it, whoever gave the order, I will drag him to court!"
...
The on-site commander from the Self-Defense Forces was nearly going insane.
Sending out drones? If it were just high-altitude reconnaissance, that would be fine. It could help gather intelligence.
But sending drones directly into the campus, facing terrorists whose numbers and positions were unknown, what could those drones accomplish?
Even if they discovered a few terrorists and eliminated them, as long as one terrorist survived, at least a hundred hostages in the auditorium would die.
Who could bear such responsibility?
Aside from the current Prime Minister, no one could bear it.
At that moment, Japan's Prime Minister had also arrived at the front line, hoping to encourage everyone by his presence.
But when he saw the swarm of drones sent out by someone unknown, his heart nearly stopped, and he fainted on the spot.
It's over, it's over. I'm truly finished.
Being forced to resign will only be the beginning. Politicians and elites across Japan will target me and my family. I will be imprisoned for various charges, and then forced to commit suicide in prison.
He will become the first Prime Minister in Japan forced to commit suicide.
If he wants to protect his family, he might really have to leave a final message and commit seppuku to atone.
Rei grabbed Shuichi by the collar, his eyes blazing with anger.
"What the hell is going on with those drones?"
He knew Japan's military strength very well and clearly understood that Japan could not deploy this type of drone strike.
The only ones capable of doing this, while completely ignoring Japan's command, could only be people from America.
Those people would not care about the safety of Japanese civilians. In the end, Japan itself would take the blame.
Shuichi frowned deeply and hesitated.
"I don't know what happened either. Those drones absolutely have nothing to do with the FBI."
"I would never allow drones to enter Shuchi'in Academy."
His expression was equally grim and angry.
Although Shuichi did not have much affection for Japan, he was still a man with a sense of justice and did not want to see innocent civilians harmed.
Seeing that Shuichi's expression did not seem fake, Rei's expression eased slightly. He released Shuichi and ran toward the command post.
"Those drones will definitely make the terrorists panic. They will inevitably harm the hostages. We need to activate the emergency plan!"
Rei spoke anxiously to the on-site commander.
The so-called emergency plan meant launching a direct assault.
The explosions and gunfire coming from within Shuchi'in Academy only made Rei more anxious.
Shuichi also arrived at the command post and said, "I am willing to participate in the attack with you."
His words made Rei feel somewhat relieved.
The on-site commander hesitated for a moment. Issuing this order required tremendous determination.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"Alright. Activate the emergency plan. Eliminate all those terrorists!"
The emergency plan was quickly activated, and Rei and Shuichi also put on bulletproof vests and other protective equipment.
Within minutes, an elite assault team was ready for a forced entry.
But at that moment, several students suddenly ran out of the gates of Shuchi'in Academy.
(To be continued.)