Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 169 Who is the True Heavenly Punishment?

Early this morning, a 'financial company' in the Tobu Department Store office building was attacked.

The office was a mess. The fish tank was broken into pieces of glass, water was everywhere on the ground, and a few dying ornamental fish were flapping their wings from time to time; the leather sofa was cut horizontally with a knife, and the inner lining was turned inside out and covered with blood stains; the incandescent lamp had poor contact and was flickering, making it look like the filming location of a horror game.

More than a dozen members of the Inagawa-kai were injured, and several cadres were in the ICU receiving emergency treatment.

When Fushimi Shika arrived at the scene, a cordon had been set up in front of the elevator door, and the forensic officers were already finishing up. As soon as he entered the door, he saw patrolmen carrying the bodies of his two brothers into body bags.

The detective who took over from Yamaguchi Takashi was called Kinoshita Shojin, a 40-year-old veteran in the workplace. After receiving the report, he deliberately dawdled for more than ten minutes, waiting for the Inagawa Association to clean up everything that needed to be cleaned up, and then went upstairs to take over the scene.

"Is this a fight with the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Fushimi looked around and landed carefully. He walked into the cubicle in the office, where four or five young men were shirtless bandaging each other's wounds. Everyone was smoking, and the room was like a sauna, hot and stuffy, exuding the smell of male hormones.

Fushimi couldn't stand the smell and turned to leave, but Wakato stepped forward and blocked him at the door. He passed Wakato's shoulder and saw Kinoshita Shohen turned around and left, closing the office door. He suddenly felt that the Metropolitan Police Department had a long way to go in its fight against the underworld.

"coming?"

Gen Satake sat in a wheelchair and raised his head.

After not seeing him for more than a month, he had become emaciated and his eyes were covered with a layer of white film.

In the middle of the room was a glass coffee table, with a few chairs around it and a blind on the left. Fushimi turned his head, was silent for a moment, and sat down opposite him: "How did you get into this mess?"

"There are sequelae and complications from the surgery. It's good enough that I can save my life." Satake Gen smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I really didn't expect the drug to be so effective."

Fushimi Shika leaned back in her chair, crossing her fingers on her stomach, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We are all family." said Gen Satake.

"Who says we are one?" Fushimi Shika refused to admit it.

It is reasonable to say that one should be grateful to someone who has done good things for him, and he should be more polite to someone who has done good things for him. But Fushimi Shika didn't think so. He felt that he had saved this guy's life and also saved the guy named Ishii Takamasa. He deserved the reward no matter how much money he got, and there was no such thing as being grateful to someone who had done good things for him.

Satake Gen looked a little helpless. He could only wave his hand, and the other young men left one after another. "Can we talk properly now?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Fushimi Shika asked straight to the point: "Why did you call me over here?"

"Last night, a woman pretended to be the president's lover and sneaked into the headquarters. She said she wanted to ask about you and also asked us how Nagashima Tsuyoshi died..."

"Alone?" Fushimi Shika interrupted.

"Yes, alone."

Satake Gen nodded, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic: "That's a one-man team dismantling! In the golden age of the underworld, there were not many people who could do this, right? Now those guys who can fight are either disabled or old, and there are fewer and fewer fresh blood of the new generation."

Fushimi Shika had no empathy. He was more concerned about the identity of the attacker: "Is that woman... big?" As he spoke, he measured her bust size in front of his chest.

"I wasn't there, but I heard from Long Kuang that... it was very big," said Satake Gen.

Fushimi Shika understood and changed the subject, asking, "By the way, where is Mr. Ishii?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Satake Gen was very patient and followed his words. "Oh! In that case, the attacker should also be injured, right?" Fushimi Shika crossed his legs: "Don't tell me that you gangsters don't have a gun."

"We have guns, but they are only pistols. The rules have been strict recently..." As he spoke, Satake Gen coughed again, and the two of them tacitly stopped the topic. He continued, "What I am going to say next may sound exaggerated..."

"How exaggerated?"

"It's just like a movie plot."

"You go on."

"The president once collected a katana. He himself was not interested in samurai swords, but he bought it at a high price to show off. After the woman got the sword...she split the bullet."

"Cleaved?"

"Yes, according to the participant, the woman blocked with her sword and even split several bullets in a row." Satake Gen paused and asked, "Can you do it?"

Previously, Fushimi Shika had single-handedly killed eight gunners in the Sugamo branch, which opened Satake Gen's eyes. But he didn't expect that there are always people who are better than you, and Sugamo is really full of talented people...

"I have never practiced swordsmanship, how can I do that?"

Fushimi Shika was thinking in his heart, the lv7 swordsmanship is so exaggerated, Fengjian Qianji's strength and speed attributes must be not low, he estimated that it was probably B level or above? On this basis, relying on the bonus of ancient swordsmanship skills, the multiplied strength was exerted.

Currently, his only intelligence attribute is S-level, his speed is A, and his strength is B. His only fighting skill is the grappling technique inherited from Instructor Sakurai, which has now been upgraded to Lv5, but it is ultimately just a hand-to-hand fighting skill... If you calculate it this way, he might not be able to beat Chihiro Kazama who is holding a knife!

If I had known earlier, I would have chosen a swordsmanship skill. If that doesn't work, I can upgrade my gunmanship.

"Even you can't do it?"

Satake Gen was a little surprised, but he felt it was reasonable. Knives and bullets were too unrealistic. Even if it was written into a novel, readers would laugh at it for being too brainless. Maybe it was just that those young men's shooting skills were so bad that they couldn't hit anyone, so they turned around and said that the other party was too strong.

"It's not important." Fushimi Shika skipped the topic and asked, "What did she find out?"

"I don't know." said Gen Satake.

"What do you mean by 'I don't know'?"

"She took Ashu away." That was all Satake Gen had to say.

Fushimi Shika finally realized that things were getting serious. He really didn't expect that Kazama Chihiro would be so stubborn. She usually looked like a squinty-eyed housewife, but she could be so cruel in a fight.

That would be fine, but the Inagawa-kai is the second largest designated violent group in Japan, and their headquarters was dismantled by a woman, and even their cadres were arrested. How can they survive if this gets out?
Besides, why did Feng Jian Qian Ji always stare at him? Could it be that she wanted to compare who was Wing Chun... no, who was Tian Fa Zheng Zong?

"So, why did you call me over here?" asked Fushimi Shika.

"I want a name."

Although Satake Gen looked like he was about to die, his body still exuded murderous aura at this moment. He paused, lowered his voice, and added: "We want the woman's name."

(End of this chapter)