Japan's public sentiment had become downright terrifying. They had used every method short of murder—burning, looting, smashing. It had originally been meant for East Africa, but unfortunately, the East African National Security Bureau had led them down the gutter. After stirring up trouble, the East African National Security Bureau had withdrawn at once. Anyone left behind to be caught would be in for a miserable time.
"Bang."
The bustling Russian Embassy fell silent in an instant. Everyone was stunned into stillness.
A gunshot rang out. A soldier from the Russian Embassy had opened fire, shooting a Japanese rioter dead on the spot. There was no smoothing this over now.
"You mobsters, we will certainly demand an explanation from your king! This is an insult to great Russia!"
But before he could finish, the Japanese became even more enraged. "The Germans killed someone! The Germans killed someone!" Some shouted that the Russians had killed someone too, of course, but their cries were far less imposing. The two had been thoroughly confused.
Meanwhile, the crowd outside the East African Embassy—especially those students—was dumbfounded. They had heard the gunshot and the cries of "The Germans killed someone!" But hadn't the East African Embassy's gates remained shut? How had the Germans killed anyone?
Of course, no one said Germans had to be East Africans, nor did anyone say Germans had to remain inside the embassy.
Many people heard the gunshot and instead headed toward it. Intense curiosity drove them on. Though there was potential danger, it could not frighten the Japanese. With no one stopping them, naturally people crowded forward to watch the excitement.
For this, the Japanese police who had vanished from the streets deserved the blame. The embassy district was considered an important area, and public order there was usually excellent. Yet