Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 491 Bombing Tokyo
The bomb was successfully defused, and the load-bearing column did not suffer irreversible damage. Repairs are currently underway.

Time quickly passed to midnight. Fushimi Shika waited by the landline, playing more than a dozen rounds of Animal Chess with the communications officer, and finally received a call from Uesugi Shion.

The shrill ringing continued, but Fushimi Shika didn't answer immediately. He waited for the communications officer to connect to the line and nod to him before picking up the receiver: "Moshi Moshi?"

"I'm very disappointed in you."

Uesugi Shion's voice came through, sounding somewhat distorted and carrying a vague electronic tone.

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Shika deliberately stalled for time, trying to arouse the other party's competitive spirit and extend the topic as much as possible: "Just because I successfully prevented the bomb from exploding? You're not very magnanimous."

"Don't you care?" Uesugi Shion asked.

“I don’t care,” Fushimi Shika replied immediately.

"I haven't said I don't care about anything yet." Uesugi Shion's tone finally showed some emotion.

"I don't care about anything."

Fushimi Shika deliberately dragged out his words and slowed down his pace, making him sound smug and obnoxious.

He glanced at the communications officer, who gestured a seven to him, indicating that it would take about seven more minutes.

"Don't you even care about your own sister?" Uesugi Shion pressed.

"You know perfectly well that I'm not close to her. We only met last year. How deep could our feelings be?"

Fushimi Shika sighed deeply: "You've miscalculated by trying to blackmail me like this. I'm the kind of person who responds better to gentle persuasion than force. If you begged me properly, I might be interested in talking to you."

Uesugi Shion sneered: "Beg you?"

"What? Is there a problem?" Fushimi Shika sat sprawled on the sofa and said in Fly's tone, "Make sure you know your place. You are the challenger."

He was telling the truth; strictly speaking, Uesugi Shion was his defeated opponent.

Right now, Uesugi Shion is trying to get him to gamble again, even going so far as to threaten him with Fushimi Shika's dog and sister, showing that she can't afford to lose.

As the saying goes, lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Uesugi Shion remained silent, but did not hang up the phone.

Wow, that's so effective?

Seizing the opportunity, Fushimi Shika sat up straight and began spewing trash talk into the microphone: "You're weak, bad at strategy, and don't have a single decent strength. You think a piece of trash like you deserves to compete against me? Keep dreaming!"

"Don't get too cocky!" Uesugi Shion said coldly, "The person is still in my hands..."

"What? You're going to kill her?" Fushimi Shika's tone also turned cold: "If she dies, I won't let your father and mother go either."

The communications officer turned around in surprise, thinking that this was not the normal communication script between the police and the kidnappers!

He'd heard that the detectives in the criminal investigation department were quite ruthless and used extremely rough methods, and now he'd witnessed it firsthand...

Uesugi Shion fell silent again. She knew in her heart that Fushimi Shika was not like Minamoto no Tamako; she was capable of doing such a thing.

Moreover, Fushimi Shika had met her parents and knew what they looked like, so there was no way to hide it.

With both of Uesugi Shion's chips rendered useless, and having already lost one, the situation was starting to spiral out of control.

Fushimi Shika continued to press, saying, "Even if you plant a hundred bombs and sink the entire city of Tokyo, I will only praise you as a master of cleanup."

"Bomb? What bomb?" the communications officer asked in a low voice.

Fushimi Shika waved his hand, indicating that he was making it up.

As Gen Satake said, as long as you have no weaknesses, you are invincible.

Fushimi Shika's only weakness is Minamoto no Tamako, but Minamoto no Tamako is a tough nut to crack. Her biological mother is truly elusive. Just as Uesugi Shion was about to kidnap her, Kujo Yui sent someone over.

The operatives shot and killed her subordinates with two shots, then took the sleeping Minamoto Tamako away. They maintained a phone call throughout the journey, perhaps because Kujou Yui felt pity and allowed her daughter to say some last words to her boyfriend in her dream.

Uesugi Shion was truly at her wit's end.

“Then how about we make a deal?” Uesugi Shion said. “Since you’re more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, I’m willing to show my sincerity and goodwill…”

Just as Fushimi Shika was about to say "bullshit," the communications officer quickly raised a finger to indicate that the tracking was going smoothly and there were still four minutes left.

So he changed the subject and said, "What sincerity? Tell me more."

“I can release him,” said Shion Uesugi, “on the condition that you go to Cat Island again.”

The communications officer was genuinely confused. Where was Cat Island? Why were the kidnappers showing goodwill? It seemed like the kidnappers needed something from Inspector Fushimi.
I have a feeling they know each other... Is it just my imagination?
The communications officer scratched his head, finding it inconvenient to ask questions.

"Eh... that place hasn't disbanded yet?" Fushimi Shika probably meant to tease her: "Didn't you become an idiot? Or is it that the place is the same whether you're there or not?"

"almost."

Uesugi Shion wasn't angry: "Every designer is equal. If a position is vacant, someone will naturally fill it."

"Why do you want me to go?" Fushimi Shika asked casually.

"Let's take another gamble." Uesugi Shion seemed to still be holding a grudge: "Just one more gamble."

“There are other ways to gamble, aren’t there? There’s no need to go to Cat Island,” Fushimi Shika said. “You can gamble at any casino, right?”

“It’s different,” said Shion Uesugi.

"What's different?" Fushimi Shika deliberately stalled for time.

“I can’t guarantee a fair and just bet outside. You can flip the table at any time. How can the bet even go on?” Uesugi Shion was genuinely interested in betting with him.

"Who said that? A promise is a promise, and going back on one's word is not the behavior of a gentleman... Do you think I don't keep my word?"

Fushimi Shika glanced at the communications officer again, who made a two-pointer.

“No one can keep their word in the face of death,” said Shion Uesugi.

“Hey, isn’t Japan a nation that values ​​the spirit of Bushido? I’m a true successor of Bushido, and I’ll honor my honor if I lose!” Fushimi Shika said.

"No." Uesugi Shion refused to back down any further.

The reporter raised one finger and began the countdown.

"You can't even prevent me from flipping the table, so what makes you think you can be my equal?"

As they were about to pinpoint the location, Fushimi Shika's tone grew increasingly arrogant: "You don't even have the qualifications to be my equal, so what do you have to bet with me on?"

"..."

Uesugi Shion fell silent again.

"Huh? Speak!" Fushimi Shika impatiently slapped the armrest. "What could I possibly win by betting with you? Why would I risk my life for yours? Is your life worth that much?"

Uesugi Shion, unable to bear it any longer, said: "I am the eldest daughter of the Uesugi family, worth over 100 million..."

"You're nothing but a fart!" Fushimi Shika interrupted. Uesugi Shion was really getting angry. She had endured the humiliation just to vent her anger, but now she hadn't vented her anger and had instead been verbally abused.

"You don't want to gamble, huh? Next time, we'll plant a bomb at the Sugamo apartment..."

Uesugi Shion continued to make threats, but Fushimi Shika stopped listening.

The correspondent located the dialing location, which included the phone number and the specific account opening address.

Hmm, Kengo Kuma & Associates, 2-24-8 Minami-Aoyama, Minato-ku, Tokyo, Japan by-CUBE... that's a bit far.

Fushimi Shika, worried about alerting the enemy, used his cell phone to call his landline. Then, he picked up the receiver again and said in a pretentious manner, "Oh, a call is coming in. I'll hang up now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Uesugi Shion's reaction.

Fushimi Shika has now seized the initiative, or at least that's what he thinks. By hanging up the phone first, he makes it seem like he's fearless and can keep Uesugi Shion from making any rash moves.

Four or five minutes later, Uesugi Shion called again. Fushimi Shika answered the landline and said, "Thanks to you, I have to go out for a bit now. Call my cell phone if you need anything."

He then hung up the landline again.

The communications officer watched Fushimi Shika operate the equipment. Seeing that the man was about to leave after hanging up, he quickly packed up his gear and asked, "Officer Fushimi, aren't you going to the police station? Are you going to catch the kidnappers alone?"

"I alone am enough."

Fushimi Shika opened the front door and was about to walk out when he suddenly remembered something. He turned back and said to the communications officer, "If the director and section chief ask, just say I'm sick and in the hospital being treated."

"Huh? Why?" the communications officer asked, puzzled.

“I’m afraid the chief and his team might send officers to arrest her without authorization. If that angers the kidnappers, my sister’s life will be in danger.”

Fushimi Shika once again displayed his level 7 social charm, firmly grasping the hands of the communications officer, with an expression reminiscent of Liu Bei entrusting his son to Baidi City: "Please, I trust you, you must keep this a secret for me."

The communications officer believed him and immediately felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders: "But... what if Officer Fushimi encounters some mishap..."

"If I don't call you to let you know I'm safe after 8 a.m. tomorrow, you can tell the director then."

Fushimi Shika, as if a brave warrior were embarking on a journey with the resolve to die, said, "I'm leaving. Take care."

After saying that, he turned around, pushed open the door, and left in a hurry.

The communications officer took a deep breath, feeling as if he had encountered another tough guy from the Showa era, who single-handedly ventured into a dangerous place to rescue his sister—a truly admirable and moving act.

He couldn't let anyone underestimate him. Since Inspector Fushimi had entrusted him with such an important task, he had to keep his mouth shut!
On the other hand, Fushimi Shika didn't think much of it; whether the communications officer believed him or not didn't matter to him.

As he was going down the elevator, his phone rang. Fushimi Shika answered, "Moshi Moshi?"

"What are you doing going out?" Uesugi Shion seemed to have sensed something.

"I'm getting criticized," Fushimi Shika sighed dramatically. "I disobeyed orders and didn't participate in the bomb disposal mission. Now that the bomb disposal is over, they'll naturally come back to settle scores with me. I might even be fired... It's all thanks to you!"

"You don't care about losing your job?" Uesugi Shion seemed to believe it.

Fushimi Shika strode out of the elevator and hailed a taxi: "Of course it doesn't matter. You know that a huge bonus is more than enough for me to live comfortably. Why should I work myself to death as a public servant?"

"Are you short of money? Don't you want more?" Uesugi Shion tempted, "I can gamble with you..."

Only a fool would gamble with their life.

Fushimi Shika handed the taxi driver a piece of paper with the address written on it, indicating that he should drive here. Then he pointed to his phone, indicating that the driver should not speak.

That's one of the good things about living in Japan. Most people are very conscious of whether they'll disturb others. Not only do ramen shops have separate partitions, but even taxis have front and rear dividers.

The driver was also very considerate. Seeing that the passenger was on the phone, he nodded slightly in greeting and then stepped on the gas and drove off without saying a word.

Fushimi Shika lowered his voice to avoid the driver overhearing any strange conversation: "...If you really want to gamble with me, you should show up openly and honestly."

"Don't joke like that," said Shion Uesugi.

"What can you do if I don't go to Cat Island?" Fushimi Shika asked in return.

While he was hanging up the phone, Uesugi Shion seemed to suddenly have a flash of inspiration and said, "Then I'll just have to put Hirako back."

"Oh?" Fushimi Shika had no idea what she was up to. "Finally realized it?"

“Yes, I realize that I seem to have fallen into linear thinking and shouldn’t treat you the way I treat ordinary people… Fushimi-kun, you are special, you are not an ordinary person who can be manipulated at will.”

After saying that, Uesugi Shion paused and said, "After letting Sakurako go, I plan to continue planting bombs in crowded areas of Tokyo."

“Eh… what does this have to do with me? I don’t go out much,” Fushimi Shika said.

"In the name of divine punishment," said Shion Uesugi, "I will destroy Tokyo in the name of divine punishment."

"..."

Fushimi Shika was stunned for a moment, only half a second, but Uesugi Shion caught that fleeting moment.

She had finally found Fushimi Shika's weakness and immediately said, "If you want to gamble, come find me on Cat Island."

She hung up the phone before Fushimi Shika could respond.

Fushimi Shika had a bad feeling and hurriedly urged the driver to speed up while repeatedly calling back his phone. The driver floored the gas pedal and sped along the road, but they had to wait at a red light.

Uesugi Shion didn't answer.

Half an hour later, Fushimi Shika arrived at the location he was tracking, which was the Minami-Aoyama Street in the Minato Ward. It was a real estate company, presumably owned by Uesugi Shion. As soon as he entered, the receptionist asked him if he had an appointment.

"I just started working here and forgot my employee ID."

Fushimi Shika casually replied, "Sorry, sorry, I'm going to be late for work!"

He barged in in a flurry of activity, and for a moment no one stopped him; everyone instinctively believed him.

Fushimi Shika kept pressing the elevator buttons, looking a bit like a late office worker. He took a moment to peek out from behind the counter and ask, "Which floor is Ms. Uesugi's office on?"

"14th floor, turn right after exiting the elevator and walk straight..."

"Many thanks!"

Fushimi Shika rushed into the elevator, pressed the button for the 14th floor, and waited anxiously, his leg trembling.

When he reached the fourteenth floor, before the elevator doors were fully open, he darted out sideways and ran all the way to Uesugi Shion's office. He pushed the door open and found it empty.

There's only one cell phone, sitting on my office desk.

Fushimi Shika stepped forward, unlocked his phone, and checked the call log, which matched his own.

—But it was a transfer.

Uesugi Shion dialed this number, which was then transferred to Fushimi Shika's phone.

(End of this chapter)