Crossover: Becoming Japan’s Prime Minister? Chapter 71: Celebrity

"Inspector gure..."

Takagi and the others, seeing the many corpses scattered around, felt a mix of anger and fear. They couldn't help but call out.

Although gure was also shaken, he was a seasoned detective. Having already seen the video, he had ntally prepared himself and stayed calm.

Holding his revolver with both hands, he ordered with a stern expression, "Everyone, stay alert. The attackers might still be nearby!"

The officers nodded gravely, their expressions tense. Believing the assailants were still in the area, they moved cautiously, glancing over their shoulders every few steps, afraid the criminals might ambush them from the rubble.

One young officer said worriedly, "Inspector gure, if we keep moving this slow, and the attackers are still killing people upstairs, who knows how many more will die before we arrive."

The officer was inexperienced but full of passion. Unlike veterans like Inspector gure, his first concern was not their own safety, but that of the civilians.

Inspector gure's expression shifted. He realized that his so-called experience had dulled his instinct.

The young officer was right. If they remained this cautious, the casualties upstairs would only increase.

gure gritted his teeth and said, "Move up. If we encounter the suspects, be careful when opening fire. Avoid hitting civilians."

The officers nodded firmly and prepared to move out with him.

Miwako Sato, being more observant, quickly noticed that among the people lying on the ground, so were still breathing. She imdiately said,

"Inspector gure, so of them are still alive. They need ergency dical care!"

gure cursed under his breath for being so tense he hadn't noticed. He imdiately gave the order,

"Leave a few officers here. Contact the dics outside and have them co up. The rest, follow . We're moving!"

A group of experienced officers, ready to charge in even if it ant getting hurt, followed Inspector gure to the next floor.

But contrary to their expectations, there were no sounds of fighting upstairs. Instead, they found only the injured groaning on the ground, with several already lifeless.

There was no ongoing violence.

What surprised gure and the others even more was that the survivors didn't cheer or show relief upon seeing the police. Instead, many looked at them with resentnt, their eyes full of distrust and reproach.

gure awkwardly held his gun forward, surveying the scene as he asked, "Can anyone tell us what happened here? Where are the attackers?"

A middle-aged man, kneeling on the ground with red, swollen eyes, wiped away his tears and pointed toward the corpses and injured attackers on the floor. "They're the ones."

"This..."

The officers exchanged puzzled glances.

This wasn't the scenario they imagined. What had happened to these people?

gure coughed and asked, "Then... who took them down? How did they end up like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes subconsciously shifted toward Toru, who was sitting calmly on a nearby chair, resting.

Unlike the cold looks they'd given the police, the crowd looked at Toru with admiration and gratitude.

gure and the officers followed their gaze. It was clear now that this young man had taken them all down.

gure holstered his gun and approached with a friendly smile. He asked, "Young man, can you tell us what happened here?"

Before Toru could respond, a petite girl squeezed her way through the crowd and said, "Officer, I have a video of what happened."

As she spoke, the girl glanced at Toru, her eyes full of admiration and awe.

gure's eyes lit up at the ntion of video footage. "What's your na, young lady? Can we take a look at it?"

She nodded quickly. "Shiroishi Keiko. I'm a first-year at Tsukinomori Girls' Academy. Here's the video I recorded."

She handed her phone over to gure. She had already backed it up by sending it to her X account and email, though it was still under review and hadn't been posted publicly.

gure took the phone. Miwako, Takagi, and a few others leaned in, eager to see what had happened.

Miwako seed to recognize her voice and asked, "Were you the one who posted the rescue video on X earlier?"

Shiroishi Keiko nodded. "Yes, that was ."

They began watching the video. It was short, less than two minutes.

In those two minutes, Toru used precise, brutal swordsmanship to kill the attackers' leader. Then, with clean, powerful Karate moves, he dispatched the rest.

His movents were sharp, almost like the video was sped up. Even the officers watching couldn't keep up with the speed of his swordplay.

Several officers looked up at Toru from ti to ti, their expressions shocked and disbelieving. If it weren't for the bodies and injuries on the ground, they might have thought it was a movie shoot.

Miwako's eyes sparkled. She whispered under her breath, "That's incredible..."

With that level of martial skill, he could be the chief instructor of the Imperial Guards—no, the instructor for the entire national police force.

gure imdiately sent so officers to search the rest of the floor for any hidden suspects.

At the sa ti, he relayed instructions to bring in more officers and dical staff to assist the wounded.

He didn't know the exact number of casualties, but just from a glance, the severity of the injuries was obvious. His scalp tingled at the thought.

This was no minor incident. The senior officers would definitely get involved. The lower-level staff might only get warnings, but for sothing this big, heads could roll.

He hoped Commissioner Hakuba wouldn't be forced to resign over this.

gure had always admired Commissioner Hakuba, a diligent and responsible leader.

"Inspector gure, over here for a second."

Miwako, wearing gloves and inspecting one of the attackers' bodies, called him over.

He walked over and crouched beside her. "Miwako, did you find sothing?"

She pointed to one of the bodies. "This guy doesn't appear injured on the outside, but I checked. His sternum is completely broken, and I think his spleen is ruptured too."

Miwako wasn't a forensic expert, but she could judge the basics.

gure frowned. "What's wrong with that?"

She took a deep breath. "Did you forget the video we just saw? This guy was punched by that student."

"One punch crushed his sternum and ruptured his spleen. Don't you think that's a bit much?"

gure paused, then gasped.

Was this guy even human? How heavy was that punch? It had to be over a ton.

Even Tyson wouldn't survive that.

He and Miwako then checked the other bodies. Most had been killed with a single punch or kick.

The worst one was the leader. His chest was torn open, organs exposed, half his face shredded.

Two or three had miraculously survived, but judging by their condition, they were completely crippled.

This young man wasn't just highly skilled in martial arts—his attacks were ruthless, always aiming for vital points. He clearly had an incredible amount of real combat experience.

gure and Miwako exchanged looks, then walked toward Toru again, this ti with clear caution.

But for Miwako, as a woman, there was also sothing else in her expression when she looked at him.

Toru had only killed criminals and saved many innocents. In Miwako's eyes, that kind of ruthlessness wasn't cold-blooded, it was justice.

Seeing the hesitation on Inspector gure's face, Toru stood up and smiled politely. "Fujiwara Toru, first-year in the Faculty of Politics and International Studies at Tokyo University."

"First-year? Tokyo University?"

gure's eyes widened. When did Tokyo University start producing monsters like this?

Still, he quickly recovered and smiled. "Well done."

"Without you, I don't even want to think how many more people would've died."

He glanced at the corpses. It was clear how brutal these attackers had been.

Out of curiosity, he asked, "Fujiwara-kun, where did you learn all this?"

Toru replied with a smile, "I lived in Florida for a while. You know how it is there. If you don't have any skills, you can't survive."

"I didn't formally study martial arts, just practiced Karate. I'm currently in the Karate club at Tokyo University."

Conan, who had been following quietly, also inspected the attackers' bodies. Seeing the injuries, the corner of his mouth twitched.

This guy was basically a walking Gundam.

Florida doesn't allow people without skills?

Bullshit.

Conan muttered internally. This level of power isn't sothing regular Karate 3.7 can produce. And his combat instincts… they weren't for show. They were honed through real life-or-death fights.

This Toru guy… he definitely has a complicated past.

gure, unlike Conan, wasn't overthinking it. He noticed the knife wound on Toru's arm and asked, "Is your injury alright?"

"It's not serious."

"You should still have it looked at in the hospital later."

"Of course."

gure then added tactfully, "Fujiwara-kun, we'll probably need to take a statent from you later. We hope you'll cooperate."

Even though Toru had killed so many, gure knew he was completely innocent.

In fact, he'd probably beco a national hero. The Pri Minister himself might shake his hand.

So even as a police officer, gure didn't dare to act high and mighty. He had to give him a heads-up, in case Toru misunderstood.

If soone like Toru beca displeased, especially with how bad the police's reputation was lately, a small-tir like him couldn't take the heat.

Toru smiled. "No problem. Cooperating with the investigation is my duty."

His calm, friendly deanor was completely different from his previous cold, lethal aura.

At that mont, both gure and Miwako found him incredibly likable.

(To be continued.)

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