MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 567 special police

  Chapter 567 SWAT

  Black matter, what exactly is it?

  Li Ang raised his right hand, as if he wanted to see through the glove to see the foreign object hidden on the palm.

  I can obviously feel its existence like an arm, but I can't directly control it.

"come out?"

   Li Ang tried to wake him up with words, but failed without exception. He held his breath again and tried to control it with his mind, but there was still no reaction.

answer.

   "Should I make a certain gesture like Spider-Man?"

   He pondered and stretched out his hand to gesture, posing in various poses, except for almost making his fingers cramp, he found nothing.

  “The black matter appeared because I encountered personal threats on the subway, could it be”

  Li Ang thought for a moment, took out the razor from the suitcase, removed the blade, took off his gloves, then pressed the blade on the back of his hand, and stroked it lightly.

  The blade cut through the skin easily, leaving a light bloodstain, which also did not trigger a counterattack.

   Li Ang put down the blade and wiped the wound with an iodine cotton swab, feeling even more puzzled in his heart.

   Could it be that the black matter has intelligence, and can detect and distinguish between fatal threats and non-lethal threats? Or did it sense that it was its own hand?

   When did this thing appear in my body? Could it be the meteorite?

   hum hum hum—

  Suddenly there was an alarm sound from the door of the room, Li Ang was shocked all over, and suddenly turned his head to look at the door.

  White fire sirens were buzzing, and light bulbs on the edges were blinking red.

   Tuk Tuk Tuk.

   There was a knock on the door at the right time, and a human voice came from outside the door, "Hello, is there anyone inside?"

   Li Ang didn't make a sound, moved his body slowly, slid off the bed, and pulled out the charging phone on the bedside table.

   "Hello, guest, an unknown package was found in the kitchen on the first floor of the hotel. The police suspect it is an explosive. Now the hotel is going to be sealed off."

   A second voice sounded outside the door, "Is there anyone inside?"

   Exploding packages? Is there a second wave of attacks?

   Li Ang paused for a moment, but still didn't make a sound.

  Two voices outside the door chatted, "Shall we go to the next room?"

   "But the tablet shows that the key card of this single room is in use? Maybe the guest is asleep? Give me the key, and I will open the door."

  Seeing this, Li Ang had no choice but to get up from under the bed and shouted, "Wait a minute."

  He took his mobile phone and ID card, came to the door, and glanced through the peephole.

  A man and a woman stood in the corridor outside the door, both wearing the uniforms of hotel staff, with two large bunches of keys pinned to their waists.

   Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Li Ang messed up his hair and clothes, pretended to have just woken up, opened the door and said, "Can you wait for me for a while? My suitcase is still inside."

   Brush and pull.

   Immediately, two rows of muzzles of pistols that had been ambushed protruded from both sides of the door, aiming at Li Ang.

   "Sorry, we'll send someone to get it for you."

  The speaker is a man in his thirties wearing a suit, with a golden cherry blossom badge of the Hijima Metropolitan Police Department on his chest.

   "Mr. Li Ang?"

Holding the pistol in his right hand, he took out the handcuffs from his waist with his left hand, handcuffed them on Li Ang's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "I am the Hijima Public Security Mobile Search Team. Due to the vicious attack at Omotesando Station in Shibuya District, please go back and assist me." investigation."

  Li Ang was silent for a while, and said: "Tricking the door to open, and putting on handcuffs when we meet, is this the way the Ridao police investigate cases?"

  The other party shook his head, "Sorry, the matter is of great importance. We are treating this case with the highest standards."

  He shook the handcuffs, confirmed that they were locked, waved away the two hotel staff, and then gave his colleagues a look.

  Three Japanese police officers rushed into the room immediately and checked the suitcase.

  Li Ang was escorted forward, saying, "I am a citizen of another country and have the right to contact the embassy and private lawyer."

   While his brain was running wildly, he was thinking desperately.

  How did the other party discover themselves?

  The surveillance camera in the carriage and the server where the train surveillance video is stored have all been destroyed in the battle.

   Could it be that they drew portraits based on the descriptions of the surviving passengers in the same carriage, and then found their identities?

   Not like that.

  If the other party knew what happened in the carriage, they should send more people with stronger armed forces, even the army.

   "We'll take care of it for you."

  The other party seems to be unclear about Li Ang's role in the incident for the time being, and just regards him as a suspicious person who fled the first scene and did not report it. He nodded and said, "Please cooperate with our work now."

  He asked the two colleagues to stay in the room to continue the search, while he took off his suit and put it on Li Ang's handcuffed hands,

   Together with three other colleagues, one left, one right, one front and one behind, they escorted Li Ang to take the elevator to the hotel lobby.

   Throughout the past twenty years of his life, Li Ang has never been escorted and treated as a suspect. He has a stiff expression, desperately thinking of ways to escape, hoping that the police will not do their job effectively.

   Ding Dong.

   Arriving at the lobby on the first floor, the elevator door just opened, and a group of armed men wearing body armor and riot helmets, holding Israeli UZI submachine guns in their hands, appeared outside the door.

  The police officer next to Li Ang subconsciously raised his gun, until he saw the big words [Metropolitan Police Department] on the opponent's chest and the SAT armband on his arm, then he stopped and said helplessly, "Why is SAT here?"

  The so-called SAT refers to Special AssaultTeam, a special assault team under the First Section of the Security Division of the Hijima Police Department, which is responsible for anti-terrorism and hostage rescue.

   Compared with ordinary police who only carry pistols, SAT is a better equipped and more professionally trained anti-terrorist combat unit.

   "Is that Officer Inami?"

  One of them opened the explosion-proof helmet, pulled down the mask, exposed the woman's face, and said coldly: "This gentleman is now taken over by us."

   "No, I have to report to my superiors."

   "Your superior will call you to inform you."

  The woman had a tough attitude. As soon as she finished speaking, the mobile phone in the pocket of the middle-aged police officer rang.

  “.”

  The middle-aged police officer hesitated and took out his mobile phone, answered the phone and said a few words.

  A tough man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and then the middle-aged police officer clenched his fist unwillingly, signaling his colleague to put down his gun, and took out the handcuff key and handed it to the other party.

   "Mr. Leon,"

  The SAT woman said: "We will contact your country's embassy for you, and the lawyer has already notified him, and he is in the car outside."

   "Do I have the right to refuse?"

   Li Ang's expression became more rigid, and the appearance of SAT meant that his situation was even more unfavorable.

   "Of course, no."

  The other party smiled, pulled up the mask, and waved for his companion to **** Li Ang through the hall and board the armored vehicle.

  (end of this chapter)