Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 492 Follow the clues
Fushimi Shika's first thought was to take photos as evidence. It didn't matter whether Uesugi Shion was there or not. It would be better if she was there, but if she wasn't, he could still follow the clues and continue to find Uesugi Shion through the transferred phone.

It's better than just sitting at home doing nothing.

However, Shika Fushimi is now facing a small problem: current flip phones don't have camera functions or screenshot functions. They can only make calls and send text messages, and at most set a ringtone. There aren't even any mini-games.

If he wants to take photos as evidence, he'll have to bring his own camera.

These days, cameras aren't cheap, and he hadn't bought one, so in this situation, he could only resort to his special skill of "stealing" and put Uesugi Shion's phone in his pocket, pretending nothing had happened, and hurriedly left the office, heading into the restroom.

That's one of the good things about 1991; you didn't have to worry about security cameras when stealing.

Fushimi Shika sat in the toilet stall, quickly disassembled the phone, confirmed that there were no microbombs or trackers inside, and then reassembled it.

Alright, we've seized a cell phone.

Fushimi Shika wrote down the transfer number, took out his own cell phone, and called Satake Gen, asking the yakuza for help in finding the person, as usual.

Perhaps because he had used too many favors, this time Satake Gen didn't agree immediately, but instead brought up other things:

"Fushimi-kun, have you heard of any changes in the Dao recently?"

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Shika asked, sitting on the toilet with his legs crossed. "Has another yakuza boss died?"

"That's not true..."

Satake Gen cleared his throat and, in a casual, conversational tone, began to recount the news related to both the legitimate and underworld circles during this period.

Fushimi Shika knew some things; he had been taught some yakuza history while playing games in his previous life. There were other things he had never heard of before.

The biggest piece of news is that the Yamaguchi-gumi has reached its peak. Gen Satake thinks it might continue to expand, but Shika Fushimi knows that 1991 was the historical peak of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and after that, it will decline year by year.

They now claim to have over 3 official members and approximately 2.3 associate members, which is equivalent to half of all yakuza groups in Japan.

If 50,000 people were gathered together, it would be enough for Li Yunlong to attack Ping'an County three times over.

Moreover, this is just data on paper; the actual influence is far greater. All 50,000 people have their own networks, and there are also some low-level thugs following them around to make a living. These people are not even considered prospective members, but their numbers are numerous and should not be underestimated.

The expansion of power naturally leads to conflicts. Some time ago, the Hong Kong Triads and the Yamaguchi-gumi clashed in Yokohama's Chinatown. They exchanged gunfire in the street, resulting in 21 Yamaguchi-gumi members being killed. It is unclear how many Triad members were killed.

Not only are the old powers expanding, but the new powers are also becoming more active.

The Kudo clan in the Kyushu region is involved in multiple gambling-related shootings and plans violent acts, including attacks on Toyota factories and the assassination of political and business figures.
The economic recession has spurred the rise of small-scale organized crime groups, such as the "Nora Quan" gang centered in Tokyo, which has expanded its influence through underground casinos and loan sharking.
The "Anti-Organized Crime Law," drafted last year, has finally been enacted this year. Japan has officially promulgated the "Anti-Organized Crime Law," which restricts the economic activities of members of organized crime groups, prohibits them from obtaining funds through intimidation, extortion, and other means, and authorizes the police to freeze assets and close offices.

Fushimi Shika recalled that the Japanese underworld began to decline after this law was enacted.

"It's called a crackdown on organized crime, but it's more like a show. High-ranking members of the Yamaguchi-gumi have informants, and they might even be financial backers of the police station. They often leave before the police raids and even leave their weapons for the police to 'confiscate' in order to maintain appearances of order..."

Gen Satake sighed, "The relationship between the yakuza and the police is very delicate right now. Do you understand what I mean?"

Fushimi Shika understood his unspoken meaning: this was a sensitive time, and if the police and the underworld got too close, they might end up in trouble. Satake Gen was subtly reminding him.

There will definitely be a buffer period after the bill is first introduced. Many people cannot see the situation clearly, and some people do not take it seriously at all.

"How's the Inagawa-kai doing lately?" Fushimi Shika asked, somewhat curious about Satake Gen's opinion. "You're not just telling me this for idle chatter, are you?"

“Takakatsu is still the same, fooling around with women and making friends everywhere… but now the Inagawa Association has been transferred to my hands, and I am in charge.”

Satake Gen paused for a moment, then added, "He said he wasn't cut out to be a leader, but he forced it on me."

The undercover agents the police sent into the underworld have all become bosses, and only now are they starting to crack down on the underworld. Fushimi Shika doesn't even know where to begin criticizing this.

"That's a good thing too. He trusts you, and you trust him. Things like your achievements overshadowing the master won't happen again," Fushimi Shika complimented him.

Gen Satake didn't continue the conversation on that topic; he moved on to the main point:
“Although other organizations don’t take the Organized Crime Prevention Law seriously, I think that in another twenty or thirty years, there may be no room for the yakuza to survive in Japan, so I’ve been leading the Inagawa-kai to transform recently.”

This guy has some foresight, but he seems too optimistic. Let alone twenty or thirty years, he'll only be able to keep going for another three to five years before the underworld is crippled.

"Transformation? In what direction should we transform?" Fushimi Shika asked.

“We’re trying to work with companies to clean up our image, but it’s proving very difficult,” Gen Satake said, his voice sounding tired. “The Yamaguchi-gumi and Sumiyoshi-kai are squeezing our sphere of influence, and legitimate companies are unwilling to cooperate with us formally. Life is indeed quite tough.”

"At least they've started to clear their name," Fushimi Shika said.

"Yes, we've established a new agency. After all, the 'Inagawa-kai' is an Inagawa family business, and since we're transforming, it's best to completely leave the past behind... We've now changed our name to 'Kenkan Co., Ltd.'"

Satake Gen paused for a moment, then finally revealed his true intentions: "Fushimi-kun, would you consider working for our company? It's a legitimate job with medical and social insurance. Currently, our main business is real estate, and we also invest in the entertainment and performing arts industry."

Fushimi Shikashin thought it was such a coincidence that he had just resigned from Kujo Yui's job and a new job had already come knocking on his door.

Did Gen Satake install surveillance cameras in his house as well?
In Fushimi Shika's view, defying his superior's orders like that would surely end his career as a detective.

Even the most powerful official cannot protect a subordinate who disrespects superiors and disregards the law within a bureaucracy.

Fushimi Shika didn't agree immediately, but instead continued the conversation:

"How is the business doing? Is it profitable?"

Gen Satake had no intention of hiding anything, nor did he have any intention of deceiving people first; he spoke the truth very frankly:
"No, it's been losing money all along. The main source of income is still the casino. The entertainment and performing arts companies are only used for money laundering."

Fushimi Shika laughed: "No one else has any objections?"

Gen Satake is also having a headache over this:

"Of course there are. Almost everyone is against whitewashing. Everyone is thinking about fighting with the Yamaguchi-gumi or Sumiyoshi-kai to take back their territory... Fortunately, Takamasa persuaded them, and everyone listened to him more. I am not capable enough and am not good at business management, so I can only try to poach people from all over the place."

“Then you’ve come to the wrong person,” Fushimi Shika said. “I’m not good at business either.”

“No, no, no, I hired Fushimi-kun not to handle business, but to handle legal matters,” Satake Gen said. “The hardest part of whitewashing is dealing with legal disputes; you can’t win lawsuits against competing companies.” He paused, then sighed. “Secondly, everyone is trying to solve business problems using the old methods.” “What old methods?” Fushimi Shika asked.

"Kill the competition." Satake Gen's head was spinning when he said this.

"I'll think about it," Fushimi Shika didn't refuse immediately. After all, he still needed to make a living, and returning to his old profession didn't seem so bad. "I have other things to take care of right now."

"About the bomber?" Gen Satake asked.

"Did you hear that too?"

As soon as Fushimi Shika finished speaking, he heard someone enter the restroom, so he pressed the flush button, got up, left the stall, walked into the emergency exit, and continued chatting by the window at the corner of the corridor.

"The whole of Tokyo knows that the bomb was planted in Sunshine City, right next to our headquarters. It's impossible not to know."

As if making a connection to something, Satake Gen's voice suddenly dropped eight octaves: "Did you do it?"

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A question mark appeared above Fushimi Shika's head: "What kind of strange image do I have in your eyes?"

Gen Satake reacted quickly, immediately changing the subject: "What I mean is, did you disarm the bomb?"

Fushimi Shika knew that Satake Gen was trying to save face, but he was too lazy to expose him: "It has nothing to do with me. I wasn't even there for the bomb disposal mission."

"Then why did you suddenly bring this up?" Satake Gen asked.

“I need your help to find that bomber,” Fushimi Shika finally stated his purpose: “This is probably my last job. After this, I’ll be out of here.”

"Oh?" Gen Satake became interested. "What do you mean? Fushimi-kun, are you planning to resign and stop being a detective?"

Being fired doesn't sound good, especially when the other party is a potential boss, so Fushimi Shika decided to embellish the facts a bit:
"Otherwise what? You're already thinking about clearing your name, but I also have to think about my future! Always fighting criminals on the front lines, who knows when I might get caught?"

“Yes, yes, that’s true. When you walk by the river, you’re bound to get your shoes wet.” Satake Gen chimed in, “How much do detectives earn in a year? It’s really not worth risking your life for.”

He softened his tone and earnestly advised, "Fushimi-kun, I think you should just give up on this last job. That bomber is a terrorist, why make trouble for yourself?"

Gen Satake had also watched police dramas. Whenever a kidnapper said, "I'll quit after this job," he was sure to get caught. But if a policeman said, "My wife is about to give birth," or "I'll retire after this case," he would definitely end up dying a terrible death.

Fushimi Shikayoshi delivered a string of platitudes in a righteous and eloquent manner, such as, "I am a Tokyo detective, and it is my duty to fight criminals," "As long as I am on duty, I will never coexist with evil," and "Don't underestimate my determination; I will never compromise with terrorists"...

Satake Gen hummed in agreement, but didn't believe a word and still refused to help.

Fushimi Shika had no choice but to tell the truth: "The bomber was after me. She kidnapped my dog ​​and my sister."

“Her?” Gen Satake caught the key information: “Do you know who she is?”

"I know, huh? What, you want to buy this information?" Fushimi Shika said half-jokingly, "If I reveal her identity, can you give me a discount when you help me find her?"

Satake Gen had previously told him that intelligence wasn't free; if you wanted to know information, you had to pay for it.

Satake Gen was surprised. He was used to many things, but he was still startled when he heard about this: "Is the information reliable?"

"100% authentic, I can guarantee that." Fushimi Shika felt that this might not be credible, after all, his guarantee was as worthless as toilet paper, and only a fool would believe it: "I have evidence on hand."

This surprised Gen Satake even more, and he even sat up straight in his wheelchair.

To facilitate better negotiations, Gen Satake softened his tone and pretended not to care: "This kind of information doesn't fetch a good price. Who would care about the terrorist's identity?"

“The Metropolitan Police Department,” Fushimi Shika said, “the Metropolitan Police Department will definitely offer a high price.”

"Then why don't you just report it and claim credit?" Satake Gen retorted.

“I have no credibility, and people won’t believe me if I tell them the truth… Rather than telling them the truth, I’d rather let them find the truth for themselves.”

Fushimi Shika is very clear about his own situation, and he is equally clear about the current state of the Metropolitan Police Department: "Don't tell me that the Metropolitan Police Department has no connection with the yakuza. Don't forget where you came from."

Now Gen Satake was speechless. Everyone else could say they had no connection with the Metropolitan Police Department, but he, the undercover agent, couldn't.

He remained silent for a while, then decided to try a different approach to lower the price:

"Even if the Metropolitan Police Department is willing to buy it, they may not be able to pay the money. They will most likely exchange it for conditions such as releasing team members, unfreezing assets, or relaxing regulations."

Fushimi Shika thought this made sense, but his mind worked even faster, and he immediately thought of the next potential buyer:
"What about the developers and real estate companies of Sunshine City? They must hate the bomber to death, right? Oh right, I can still find out the approximate location of the bomber's next target before midnight tonight. The heads, developers, and real estate companies in the affected areas will definitely be interested."

Upon hearing this, Gen Satake gave up on his bluff and had no choice but to lay it all out: "Alright, I can help you find the person, you don't have to pay me, but you have to tell me first who the bomber is and what evidence you have."

“It’s Uesugi Shion, the woman I asked you about last time,” Fushimi Shika said.

"Where's the evidence?" Gen Satake asked.

“She called my home phone from a cell phone and threatened me, claiming that the first bomb was planted in Ikebukuro. I wrote an anonymous letter to the Ikebukuro Police Station, and the police were notified in advance, which prevented the explosion.”

Fushimi Shika paused for a moment: "I have that dialing phone. I am the only witness."

Satake Gen wasn't very knowledgeable about law and hadn't quite grasped the situation yet: "How can this be proven?"

“If the anonymous letter is authenticated and matches my handwriting, I can accuse the woman who made the call.”

Fushimi Shika lay by the window in the stairwell, looking out. It was already late at night, but Tokyo was still brightly lit, and the cityscape was exceptionally beautiful.

"If I want it to fit, it can fit." He breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)