It was too late.
Shiraishi was already waiting by the elevator door. He stretched the hammer inside, but the door was blocked by the object and failed to close.
He crouched low and squeezed into the spacious hall. The bodyguards inside didn't have time to draw their guns; to be precise, drawing a gun in such a place would have been a very unwise choice.
There are twenty-one people in the elevator. The likelihood of accidentally firing indiscriminately is higher than killing one's own comrades than killing the enemy.
They can only exert the strength of a black belt in karate.
"Ah."
A wail erupted.
Clearly, no matter how tough karate is, it can't beat a hammer.
Shiraishi gritted his teeth, letting their Riot Games fall. Relying on his strong and muscular Gigai, he was like a bull, simply swinging his hammer without any technique.
Even so, after one round of swinging, almost no one could get up; they all collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.
Only Tai Hideo remained standing, a flicker of panic crossing his brow before he forced himself to regain his composure and asked, "What do you want?"
Shiraishi shook his neck, making a cracking sound, and exhaled, saying, "Congratulations on being kidnapped. Are you going to get out of the elevator yourself, or should I do it?"
With a dark expression, Tai Hideo chose the former option and stepped out of the elevator.
"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, I won't harm your safety."
How much money do you want?
Shiraishi replied with a smile, "Don't rush me, I'm not interested in money."
"Heh." Tai Hideo chuckled coldly. Would someone who wasn't interested in money risk being shot to kidnap him?
They must be trying to make an exorbitant demand.
Thinking of this, Tai Hideo couldn't help but feel resentful, vowing to get rid of that boastful instructor when he got back.
Saying they're comparable to the Marine Corps? Are the Marines really that bad?
He grumbled inwardly, but didn't stop walking until he reached the car.
A very cute girl was sitting on the stomach of an unconscious bodyguard, with a black cat perched on her shoulder. Was she an accomplice?
It's no wonder that Tai Hideo was puzzled; who would kidnap a defenseless young girl?
"Open the door. Judging from your age, you must have learned to drive, right?"
Shiraishi asked a question.
Tai Hideo nodded and said, "Yes."
"Okay, drive me to the biggest bank in Karakura Town."
"Hmm." Tai Hideo agreed, his suspicions growing. Kidnapping someone and then going straight to the bank to withdraw money? Did they think the police were useless? "You really want to go to the bank?"
He wasn't worried about Shiraishi being arrested; he was worried that when they were cornered, the other side would kill him.
No, such bizarre behavior might be the work of one of her sons, who might have hired someone to kidnap her for the sake of the family fortune, then find a pretext to kill her and inherit the family property.
"How much did Tai Masao pay you? I guarantee I'll double it and won't hold you responsible."
His first thought was his eldest son. According to the system of primogeniture, if he died suddenly without leaving a will, most of the family property would go to that son.
Shiraishi couldn't understand what he was thinking, so he tapped on the roof of the car and said, "Behave yourself, or do you want to experience the power of the hammer?"
"..." Tai Hideo opened his car door. He was cautious by nature and always kept his car keys himself.
Even before the age of forty, I drove myself. After forty, I worried about not having enough energy, so I gave the car keys to the driver before setting off.
He hasn't driven a car in nine years, so he's a bit unfamiliar with it and even confused the brake and accelerator pedals.
The car bounced three times in place before finally starting smoothly, slowly pulling out of the parking space and heading out of the parking lot along the road.
The exit railings had been removed, and the security guard lay on the ground, unable to get up. Tai Hideo sighed inwardly, glancing at the rearview mirror; the woman and the cat were both there.
This made him increasingly certain that these were no ordinary kidnappers; there was a high probability they would kill the hostage. What should he do?
"My name is Tai Hideo. What's your name, young man? Is the woman behind you your sister?"
" Shiraishi, she's my girlfriend, her name is Soi Fon."
"Oh, you two are a perfect match. I see you're quite skilled; making money shouldn't be difficult for you. Why resort to illegal means?"
Tai Hideo wanted to gently guide the other person, using talk therapy to gradually dismantle their psychology.
Unfortunately, without grasping the core point, it was destined to be all for naught.
"You're so long-winded, I just want to break the law."
Shiraishi rolled his eyes. The car pulled up to the intersection and stopped at a red light. He saw someone riding a cool-looking motorcycle outside the window and quickly opened the door. " Soi Fon, keep an eye on him for me."
Bang.
The car door closed, Shiraishi walked to the motorcycle, laughing, "Good afternoon, brother, you've been robbed."
The young man looked completely bewildered.
The next second, Riot Games the size of a sandbag slammed into his face, followed by a kick to his stomach, and the man and motorcycle fell to the ground together.
Shiraishi reached out and grabbed the motorcycle, causing it to fall to the ground.
The red light turned green.
He casually hopped on his motorcycle, placed the hammer on the gas tank, twisted the throttle, shifted gears, and drove off.
The driver next to him was stunned, and the young man was even more bewildered. Was this still the quiet and Karakura Town?
In broad daylight, someone actually dared to rob a motorcycle so brazenly.
What's even more infuriating is that the young man couldn't call the police because he had stolen the car.
"Haha." Shiraishi laughed. He seemed to be playing Grand Theft Auto, rampaging through the city, able to beat up anyone and steal anything at will.
This sense of wanton crime is incredibly addictive.
Madman... Tai Hideo finally realized that his previous guess was probably wrong; this guy was indeed a complete madman.
After driving for about ten minutes, Karakura Town First Bank came into Shiraishi's sight. He twisted the accelerator with all his might, speeding up to the top, rushing through the sparsely populated streets, and heading straight for the bank's entrance.
"Hey, stop!" The security guard only had time to shout once. Seeing that the motorcycle was not slowing down, he didn't dare to physically stop it and hurriedly moved aside.
Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Shiraishi gave a sharp jerk, using the front wheel as a footrest, and the entire motorcycle flew up from the spot, like something out of a movie, from the doorway to the counter.
Before the front wheels even touched the tempered glass, Shiraishi grabbed the sledgehammer from the fuel tank with his right hand and hurled it forward with force.
With a snap, the tempered glass was shattered by a hammer, countless cracks appearing on its surface, before being struck again by the force of the motorcycle and the downward pressure from the Shiraishi.
With a loud bang, the tempered glass could no longer hold up and rained down on the counter behind it, causing six bank employees to scramble for cover under the counter.
The sounds of tempered glass shattering and motorcycle engines the Roar echoed inside the counter.
Shiraishi off the motorcycle and pushed it toward a table piled with documents. As expected, the table was knocked over, and the motorcycle also overturned, spinning around a few times before coming to a stop.
He stepped on the broken glass, picked up the hammer, and smiled, saying, "Please don't panic, everyone. First, press the alarm button, and then close the bank door."
If you cooperate obediently, I won't hurt you. If you don't, you'll suffer.