Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 439 Has Other Plans

For Yoshihiro Ohno, today was a magical day.

He opened the shop, unloaded and loaded goods, and checked the inventory as usual in the morning. He ate a chicken cutlet bento for lunch. In the afternoon, he was about to go to the warehouse to organize the club's goods when a thug came to the store to buy cigarettes...

What happened next was too surreal. When Yoshio Ohno came to his senses, he was already sitting in an izakaya drinking with Shika Fushimi and Shun Watanabe.

The process can be summarized as "heroes cherish heroes". When Yoshihiro Ohno heard Gen Satake's warning, he reacted quickly and immediately started praising Shika Fushimi, claiming that he was blind and did not realize that Shika Fushimi was a "hero". He even lit a cigarette for Shika Fushimi.

Lord Fushimi Shika, who doesn't hold grudges against petty people, looked pleased with himself and patted Ohno Yoshi on the shoulder, calling him brother and saying that he didn't care at all... Moreover, judging from Ohno Yoshi's tattoos, he should be one of the same kind, so why not go for a drink together?
Yoshio Ohno followed along in a daze. Since the bars weren't open yet at this hour, Shun Watanabe chose his usual izakaya.

The three of them sat behind the curtain, ordered several dishes of pickled edamame and a plate of fried peanuts, and chatted while drinking liquor.

Watanabe Shun accepted all offers and had a few drinks with Ohno Yoshi, complaining that his health had deteriorated recently and that he now had a bit of a beer belly. He hoped that the government would quickly develop a drink that wouldn't cause a beer belly.

Ohno Yoshi thought that his brain was not working properly. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. But he dared not underestimate him anymore... Fushimi Shika was such a jerk, and the Inagawa-kai took him so seriously. Who knew what kind of background Watanabe Shun had?
The three chatted happily, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Fushimi Shika's social skills were maxed out; he used force first, then courtesy, temporarily lowering Ohno Yoshi's guard. Watanabe Shun, after a few drinks, treated everyone like a brother, so Ohno Yoshi naturally wouldn't give him a cold shoulder.

After a few rounds of drinks, Yoshio Ohno felt the atmosphere had been right and tentatively asked:

"Brother Fushimi, where are you from? How long have you been in Tokyo?"

Before Fushimi Shika could speak, Watanabe Shun interjected, "He's from Hokkaido, and he's been in Tokyo for... a year now, hasn't he?"

"More or less." Fushimi Shika nodded.

"Oh...it's so far..."

Yoshio Ohno guessed that Shika Fushimi was a rebellious teenager who ran away from home and came to Tokyo alone to make his way in the world. Because he was particularly good at fighting, he was noticed by the Inagawa-kai... Newcomers like him who are good at fighting but not very bright are popular anywhere.

Thinking he had figured out Fushimi Shika's background, he turned to Watanabe Shun and asked, "Is Watanabe-kun also from out of town? He looks kind of familiar..."

Watanabe Shun had a strong gangster vibe, after all, he had been involved in gangs in the past, so Ohno Yoshi couldn't figure out his background for a while.

“Yes, I came to Tokyo with Fushimi-kun… I worked in Hokkaido for a while, and then I was transferred back to Tokyo,” Watanabe Shun said.

Transfer?

This sounds so formal; it doesn't sound like someone involved in a club.

But he left Tokyo for a period of time, seemingly on a runaway to Hokkaido, and returned to Tokyo once things calmed down... Ohno Yoshimi found Watanabe Shun's true nature increasingly unfathomable.

Fushimi Shika put down his wine glass and suddenly asked, "Oh, by the way, how's the Narcotics Investigation Division going lately?"

"I didn't prepare anything. In the past, I just did whatever the boss told me to do without worrying about it."

Watanabe Shun was a big mouth. Slightly tipsy, he completely ignored Ohno Yoshi, put down his glass and sighed, "If only the boss were still in the Metropolitan Police Department, it would save us a lot of trouble... Without the boss, there are always some guys causing trouble."

what?
What did I hear?
Yoshio Ohno looked completely bewildered. What was this Narcotics Investigation Division all about? Had the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department recently established a new investigation division? Why were they talking about this? Was Shun Watanabe, that idiot, actually a detective? How did a delinquent end up with a detective?
He tactfully drank his beer while continuing to eavesdrop on their conversation.

After listening to Watanabe Shun's complaints, Fushimi Shika casually asked, "Who was picking on you?"

“Section Chief Kinoshita likes to nag me all the time,” Watanabe Shun said, getting more and more excited. “He’s alright, as a section chief, it’s normal for him to supervise his subordinates, otherwise the chief would scold him… But what right does that guy Higashiyama Takashi have to shit and piss on my head?”

"What did he do to you?" Fushimi Shikama asked, a little curious.

“Yesterday I submitted the investigation report, and this morning he called me into his office, threw the report in my face, and said that what I wrote was a pile of crap and that I had a problem with my work attitude…”

Watanabe Shun said indignantly, "Everyone knows I'm not good at paperwork. There are other armed detectives in the police station. What's wrong with us just going through the motions with our paperwork? When it comes to making arrests, aren't we the ones who have to be on the front lines? Are we supposed to let those four-eyed idiots do the arrests? It's ridiculous. They don't understand the concept of division of labor and cooperation at all!"

Fushimi Shika nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right, that's right."

Watanabe Shun poured out his grievances again, venting all the unhappiness that had been building up in his heart over the past few days. Fushimi Shika was undoubtedly a good drinking buddy; he never interrupted, argued, or showed off, and he even knew how to play the straight man appropriately. He also had a good capacity for alcohol, which made Watanabe Shun thoroughly enjoy his drinks.

When drinking with his boss, Watanabe Shun avoided talking about work to prevent being nagged. Kazama Takusai's mental state had improved recently, and he often lectured him on 'working hard,' 'being independent,' and 'being a mature man'... He understood the big principles, but listening to them just annoyed him.

The two chatted for half an hour, and Watanabe Shun, after talking for a while, realized that Ohno Yoshi hadn't said a word, so he turned to ask, "What do you do for a living, Ohno-kun?"

Yoshihiro Ohno coughed twice, a little suspicious, because there were two packages of the product in the convenience store's warehouse.

"I opened a convenience store...it's just on the corner. Come visit often when you have time."

"Oh! I remember, your shochu is often out of stock!" Watanabe Shun laughed heartily.

Ohno Yoshi chuckled, glancing at Fushimi Shika every now and then, trying to figure out where this guy came from.

Fushimi Shika naturally noticed, and pretending to be drunk, he turned his head and asked, "By the way, Ohno-kun, does your gang deal in contraband?"

"..."

"..."

The izakaya suddenly fell silent.

Watanabe Shun was stunned. Holding his sake glass, he turned to look Ohno Yoshi up and down, and the more he looked, the more something seemed off. This guy looked like he was involved in the yakuza...

Yoshihiro Ohno was dumbfounded. He had a mouthful of shochu in his mouth, and before he could swallow it, he almost spat it out.

What exactly is this guy up to?
He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Hehe... Brother Fushimi, you're joking. I run a legitimate business, how could I possibly deal with contraband, and I certainly don't have any gangs..."

"Huh?" Fushimi Shika looked surprised and said in a tone that sounded like an idiot, "But didn't you just say in the store that you were a member of the Sumiyoshi-kai? You used to be a young head... Doesn't the Sumiyoshi-kai get involved in the drug business?"

"..."

"..."

Watanabe Shun seemed to understand something. He patted Fushimi Shika on the shoulder and said in a heavy tone, "Fushimi-kun, I appreciate your kindness... but this isn't work time. Since they're willing to drink with us, it's really going too far to use this as a performance indicator. Who would dare to drink with you if you act like this?"

As he spoke, he held up two fingers, his face serious: "I have two rules when it comes to drinking: one, I don't care about status; two, I don't care about age... That's why everyone likes to drink with me." Fushimi Shikako thought, "Are you sure it's not because you're a blabbermouth that people in the underworld treat you as a reliable source of information?"

Upon hearing this, Ohno Yoshi's expression changed several times. He raised his wine glass and offered a toast to Watanabe Shun, saying, "Brother Watanabe, I admire your magnanimity! I'll drink to you first!"

"Okay!" Watanabe Shun gave him face.

The two men, like outlaws, toasted each other, their spirits soaring.

Fushimi Shika felt there were too many things to complain about and didn't know where to begin, so he simply remained silent, letting the two continue drinking and bragging.

After downing another half-bottle of horse urine, Yoshio Ohno was finding it difficult to even pick up peanuts. Even so, he didn't forget the important matter, and asked with a thick lisp, "Hiccup... um... Watanabe-kun, what's going on with the Narcotics Investigation Division...? Has the Metropolitan Police Department... been making any big moves lately?"

Watanabe Shun was a heavy drinker, so he wouldn't get drunk from such a small amount of alcohol. He waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about work."

Helpless, Ohno Yoshi could only turn to Fushimi Shika and ask, "Fushimi-kun... what's the meaning of setting up this whole thing?"

"I just want to do a business deal." Fushimi Shika thought to himself, "Finally, we're getting to the point."

Ohno Yoshi couldn't understand what kind of business could involve both a yakuza gang and a Metropolitan Police Department detective at the same time; Watanabe Shun also had no idea what had gotten into Fushimi Shika that day.

Seeing the curious looks from the two men, Fushimi Shika said seriously, "I want to pay Ohno-san a sum of money so that you can hand over a batch of contraband to Officer Watanabe."

"what?"

Watanabe Shun was taken aback. He thought to himself, "Isn't this free sales performance? Is there really such a good thing? What's Fushimi-kun after?"

Is it because he betrayed his senior in front of Commander Kujo last time, and now he wants to make amends to his senior?

Ohno Yoshi nodded thoughtfully; he knew how to do this.

In the past, Sumiyoshi used similar methods to train undercover agents within the Metropolitan Police Department, except that he didn't need to purchase contraband from outside sources; he could simply contact undercover officers to conduct raids. Undercover agents who performed well were promoted, thus allowing the yakuza to obtain even more information.

Is this guy really planning to form a gang in Tokyo? Is that why he's using this method to infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department...?

Ohno Yoshi felt he had seen through Fushimi Shika's intentions. He was a little tipsy and his head was spinning, but he could barely think straight. He subconsciously asked, "So how many do you plan to buy?"

“No,” Watanabe Shun, sensing the situation was turning sour, stepped in between the two and interrupted, “Are you really going to do this?”

"Isn't it great? Self-funded drug prohibition, isn't that wonderful!" Fushimi Shika said dismissively.

Watanabe Shun felt this was no small matter and continued to persuade him, "Buying and selling drugs are serious crimes, and possessing contraband is also a criminal offense... You need to think this through."

"When did I say I was going to buy contraband?" Fushimi Shika retorted.

“Uh…” Watanabe Shun recalled that Fushimi Shika did not seem to have said that earlier.

“I’m just giving Ohno a sum of money so he can voluntarily hand over the contraband. What’s wrong with that?” Fushimi Shika went on to clarify, “Even if I were to purchase drugs, it wouldn’t violate the criminal law, because it’s part of the anti-drug operation.”

"Huh?" Watanabe Shun didn't understand.

“If the purchase and surrender of drugs are carried out under police control, it falls under the category of ‘delivery under control,’ a special investigative method that is permitted under legally prescribed procedures and conditions and does not constitute a crime.” Fushimi Shika once again channeled his legalistic tendencies.

Watanabe Shun was speechless. He could only turn around silently and look up at the ceiling fan: "Since you won't listen to my advice, there's nothing I can do. Don't talk to me about this. Just pretend I didn't hear you."

Fushimi Shika let out a "boom" and began negotiating the price with Ohno Yoshi.

He didn't handle anything at all; he only needed to pay the money, and the rest was none of his business.

Instead of taking the opportunity to raise the price, Ohno Yoshi negotiated with Fushimi Shika at the market price. The latter readily agreed and took Ohno Yoshi directly to the bank to withdraw the money.

The latter felt that all of this was unreal and that the pace was too fast. Moreover, he was not quite sober yet, so he quickly said that there was no rush and that he should wait until he calmed down and ask his partner first.

"It's okay, you take your time, I'll pay first and then we'll talk."

Fushimi Shika was very straightforward. He went straight to the bank to withdraw money, put it in a black handbag, carried it back to the izakaya, and handed it to Ohno Yoshi: "You count it, as long as there are no problems."

Yoshihiro Ohno was surprised again. He opened his briefcase, glanced at it briefly, and saw that there were indeed several million yen.

I thought Fushimi Shika was just a good-for-nothing fool, but I never expected him to be so rich. No wonder the second-in-command of the Inagawa-kai personally tried to win him over... It seems he underestimated him!

"Aren't you afraid I'll pocket this money?" Yoshihiro Ohno asked.

Fushimi Shika sneered, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "Whatever, but you'd better not do it."

Yoshihiro Ohno felt that he had suddenly become a different person, and he actually had a certain sense of pressure, even more so than the team leader.

This guy... might actually be able to make something of it!
The thought popped into his head for no apparent reason.

Fushimi Shika raised his wine cup and offered a toast: "If you, Ohno-san, wish to work with me on something great, you are welcome anytime."

Yoshio Ohno didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. He just laughed it off and, pretending to be drunk, got up to say goodbye.

Neither Watanabe Shun nor Fushimi Shika got up; they were still planning to continue drinking, waving their hands to indicate that they would take their leave.

Yoshio Ohno exchanged a few polite words, then staggered out of the izakaya with his handbag and headed straight back to the convenience store.

While he was drinking, his underling had already gone into the convenience store and cleaned it up. So he had nothing to panic about. The first thing he did when he got back to the store was to take out the money counter and count the money in the black bag.

All of them were genuine banknotes, and there was even an extra 200,000 yen.

Yoshihiro Ohno licked his lips, went to the restroom to wash his face, took a hangover pill, and sat alone in the convenience store for a while to clear his mind.

...This deal seems feasible.

But Yoshihiro Ohno felt that something was not quite right. With his intuition honed from years of risking his life, he could vaguely sense that the guy named Fushimi Shika was not telling the truth.

(End of this chapter)