The sirens of Kabukicho blared loudly.
A string of police cars had Ohara Bar surrounded from front to back.
Officers quickly got out of the cars.
Emily, doll-like, hopped down from a vehicle, her rose-red gothic attire clashing with the surrounding officers.
Her face showed exceptional excitement; she finally didn't need to interrogate those charlatans.
It was like sifting through shit for gold; all you found was more shit. Those intelligence-insulting methods were a dime a dozen.
Emily's eyes swept the area, and she called out, "Okayama, have your team secure the scene; don't let anyone near."
"Okay," Okayama Buji responded.
Emily turned again and said, "Morimoto, Katerina, come with me to question the witnesses. Kitanotake, Miyaji, assist Ito with the crime scene investigation."
"Okay."
The task force members started to move into action.
