As Hiroshi was at the dressing room preparing for his speech, Fujima put the crewmen in charge of presenting the powerpoint slides to be displayed during the speech into a deep sleep. He replaced the position of this guy and became the one in charge.
Hiroshi came out of the dressing room dressed as a luxurious man wearing an expensive blue suit, a gold watch on his left arm, and a pair of expensive leather shoes. He walked up to the stage before the curtain rose to stand by the podium.
"The event is about to start." Said Fujima on his earpiece connected to Mr. Takamura.
"Roger, play the first few of the original slides and change it on my signal."
"Roger."
At last, the lights dimmed around the theater and the curtain rose, the spotlight is directed to the man of the hour standing in the podium as the whole theater was filled with the sound of applause and the crowd's cheering.
Hiroshi started his speech that captivated the crowd to make them believe in his lies. He is well spoken and you wouldn't blame anyone for believing in him. But that ends tonight.
After a few minutes in his heartwarming and captivating speech which tackled how he can change the lives of the less fortunate people, the go signal from Mr. Takamura arrived.
"About time we end this facade of his. Get on with the mission, Fujima. 3 guards behind Hiroshi, 7 guards below the stage, and 6 snipers stationed at the VIP seats scattered around the theater ready to shoot any time. I wish you luck."
"Roger."
Fujima then presented the audio recordings and evidence that will expose the real nature of Hiroshi Masato to the public. The audience were quite taken aback as the powerpoint presentation behind Hiroshi started to change into a video of him surveying the area around a drug cartel. Next was the recordings of his bribery, and the list goes on.
The panic on Hiroshi's face became abundant as the sun on a clear day. His cold sweat ran around his whole body as he shouted to the crewmen backstage.
"Who's in charge of the slides? Stop this immediately!"
The crewmen looked stunned and panicked. They hurriedly tried to find the one in charge of the presentation but found no one sitting by the desk. Fujima had already left and gathered his arsenal hiding by the ceiling of the theater stage.
The uproar of booing among half of the crowd started to echo throughout the theater while the other half looked heartbroken by the fact that the man they entrusted with the future of the less fortunate people in the country had betrayed them.
Hiroshi hurried to the mic and tried to calm down the crowd but nothing seemed to be working.
"I-I-I can exp—" Before Hiroshi was even able to finish his words, water bottles and other trash were already being thrown to the stage that made security rush by his side.
"You traitor!". "You scoundrel!", "How dare of you to take advantage of your position!" Are the words being thrown at Hiroshi coming from the crowd as he received hate and disgust.
After accepting his fate, he hurried to the mic and showed his true colors.
"It wasn't even my fault! You guys were too dumb so I decided to fool all of you. Of course I'll take advantage of everything in my access. It's not my fault that people of this nation are as dumb as you are. Don't blame me you idiotic scums!"
The other politicians sitting at the VIP seats can't help but smile. They disposed of a potential contender without even trying. Of course they would smile in joy.
"Are you in position?" Asked Mr. Takamura.
"Yes sir."
Fujima had already blended in the shadows of the ceiling which made the guards unable to notice the one who's about to bring judgment upon this rotten man.
"Go and deliver his judgment, Phantom Rose."
With a rope tied on the support metals of the ceiling and the other end tied on Fujima's two feet, a man wearing a black coat descended from the ceiling of the stage. The man was holding a rose on his left hand, and a dagger on his right. The crowd fell in silence at the beautiful and magnificent descent of the phantom rose begun. Before the guards could even react, Fujima slit the throat of Hiroshi Masato and left a rose on the floor. He then quickly threw a rope back to the ceiling and made his ascent before the guards could even process what just happened. Even the snipers can't shoot at him in risk of hitting the guards that surrounded him.
In a split second, the job was done and the crowd that fell silent started cheering as if justice was delivered.
"Catch the Phantom Rose!" Shouted the head of the guards. But Fujima knew that there wouldn't be anyone able to catch up to him. He once again blended into the shadows and escaped through the roof of the theater.
He carefully changed his clothes back to being a crewman before entering the venue once again.
The job was done and he executed the mission perfectly. All that's left to do is sit in a corner and wait for the situation to die down. While he was sitting there, a voice whispering behind him echoed throughout his ears. "So you are the Phantom Rose." Fujima felt goosebumps in his entire body. As soon as he turned around, there was nothing but an empty space that left him wondering who whispered those words in his ears.
A few moments later as the police and investigation unit arrived, all people present inside the theater were checked one by one but failed to find anything that could relate to the phantom rose. Fujima had already left the murder weapon on the roof so there would be no way to identify who it belonged to.
"Phantom Rose. I sure will catch you one day." Said the lead inspector.
"Is he really an enemy?" Asked one of the police officers.
"What are you even saying? It's an assassination. Despite being a rotten politician, Hiroshi Masato needs to undergo processes and be judged by the court, not by some vigilante."
After being checked, Fujima exited the venue and went to a deserted local park nearby. Standing underneath a dimly lit lamppost was Mr. Takamura who was already waiting for him.
"Perfectly done."
"I'm sorry but can I talk to you tomorrow?"
"Sure you get some rest."
Fujima was indeed tired. After all, he had to escape from special agents and body guards. But what tired him the most is the disgust of killing someone. The soul of Hiroshi Masato would indeed hunt him down in his sleep tonight.