Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 503: Burning Torch

The patrol boat was carrying the newly established International Organization Crime Countermeasures Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Kujo Yui was, after all, a high-ranking official in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and she had received an invitation before, so she naturally knew about the existence of Cat Island.

Previously, she had neither the energy nor the inclination to care, since the prime minister frequently supported special organizations after taking office, and Aum Shinrikyo had also helped garner a lot of votes. They bought a broken island to play hide-and-seek and such, which was really none of Kujo's business.

But the situation is different now. A terrorist attack occurred in Tokyo, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building was bombed. Even if the Prime Minister or the Emperor came, they wouldn't be able to save the city.

The government leadership finally reached a consensus, allocating funds and transferring personnel. The Financial Services Agency directly froze all assets under Aum Shinrikyo's name. The Maritime Safety Administration and the Metropolitan Police Department cooperated to dispatch 153 elite officers and three patrol boats to Cat Island, determined to wipe out Aum Shinrikyo and the terrorists in one fell swoop.

That's right, not long ago, Aum Shinrikyo has been resurrected.

The troublesome thing about cults is that we must make cracking down on them a regular practice. Otherwise, if we relax our efforts, strange things will emerge, and new people will take over from former cult organizations.

Kujou originally thought the operation would go smoothly, envisioning a swift and decisive victory, like MacArthur's, where she could finish the war and still make it home for Christmas...

As a result, they couldn't even get onto the coastline; they were immediately stopped.

Because there is mold on the island.

This is extremely difficult. The Japanese government hasn't even recovered from the bursting of the financial bubble, and it doesn't dare to challenge the US. The US has built an amusement park in its own backyard, trying to make some extra money and fleece the wealthy, and there's absolutely nothing the higher-ups can do about it.

Kujo Yui could only send telegrams from the ship again and again, stating the importance, rationality, and necessity of this operation, and somewhat humbly indicating that it was not an infringement on the property of other countries.

They completely ignored it.

In the end, it was the Prime Minister who personally made the phone call to discuss the matter. The mission was changed from cracking down on cults and terrorists to arresting suspect Uesugi Shion. It was an operation targeting only one person and would not affect the normal operation of facilities on the island.

……

While the two sides were arguing back and forth, Fushimi Shika and the others had already paddled their kayaks around to the unguarded shore and were preparing to disembark.

Wearing a life jacket, Watanabe Shun gripped the sides of the dinghy with both hands, looked up at the towering sea cliffs, and couldn't help but ask, "How do we get up there?"

“I’d like to know too,” Gen Tamako chimed in.

Kazama Takusai and Moriki Masahiro were responsible for rowing the boat, one on each side. They were too tired to talk, especially Kazama Takusai, who could only row with one hand and his forehead was covered in sweat.

There are lighthouses and sentry posts in other parts of the coastline. If you land on the beach, you'll be a sitting duck. A single burst of bullets from the sentry post will bring you all down.

"It's okay, I have a solution."

Fushimi Shika bit down on his katana, stood up on the raft, and felt the sea breeze blowing against his face, ruffling his hair.

Watanabe Shun and Minamoto Tamako looked up at him, but before they could ask anything, Fushimi Shika leaped up, grabbed the cliff face with both hands, and started climbing upwards with his katana in his mouth.

"Wow!" Watanabe Shun exclaimed, "Are we just going to climb up there?"

He turned around and looked at Yuan Yuzi and the others: "I don't think I can climb up there. Can you guys do it?"

Mori Muya rolled her eyes, threw down the oar, and said, "Climb my ass! We can just wait down here."

"Huh? Then why did Fushimi-kun bring us here?" Watanabe Shun asked, puzzled.

Knowing that Kazama Takusai wasn't very bright, he offered to help explain: "He went up and cleared the sentry post, and then we landed on the beach."

After saying that, he wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve his anxiety, but then realized that he couldn't light one at night. Otherwise, if the sentry saw the light, he might just fire a burst of bullets, and he would deserve to be killed.

Minamoto no Tamako was a little worried. She looked up at Fushimi Shika's back and wondered if she should climb up too. But when she looked down at her thin arms and legs, she decided not to go up and cause trouble.

The four waited on the raft for a long time, but none of them spoke.

Suddenly, two splashes came from the water not far away, water splashed everywhere, and then a wave crashed in, as if nothing had happened.

"Has someone fallen into the water?" Gen Tamako asked in a low voice.

Watanabe Shun was about to call her stupid when Kazama Takusai interrupted him, saying, "You misheard. It's the tuna taking a breath. They often splash around on the surface of the sea."

"Huh? Is that so?" Watanabe Shun was surprised.

“That’s right.” Moriki Yalan nodded.

Watanabe Shun turned around, leaned over the edge of the kayak, and peered out at the sea. He wanted to see if there were any free tuna, and he hoped he could catch one while he was at it.

Unfortunately, the seawater was pitch black, and he stared wide-eyed for a long time, but he didn't see a single fish, let alone a shrimp.

"What are you looking at?" Kazama Takusai tugged at him. "Sit up straight. We're doing something. Don't be so unserious."

Watanabe Shun waved his hand, signaling his boss not to pull him. He seemed to see a dark shadow on the sea not far away, which might be a big fish.

Before Watanabe Shun could even speak, the dark shadow rapidly enlarged, and with a splash, seawater sprayed all over his face.

"Someone fell in!" he exclaimed. "It's not a tuna!"

Kazama Takusai thought to himself, "Nonsense! Besides Minamoto no Tamako, who would think that commotion was caused by tuna?" He wished he could kick Watanabe Shun off the stage; that foul mouth of his was just too much trouble.

Gen Tamako quickly lay down on the side of the boat, trying to see who had fallen in.

If it were Fushimi-kun, she would jump in and drag him onto the boat for emergency treatment.

With a splash, someone emerged from the water, a head floating on the surface, its arms flailing: "It's me!"

"Ugh, what's going on?" Watanabe Shun said disappointedly, "You're scaring me."

Fushimi Shika was baffled, but now was not the time to argue. He said that the sentry post on the east side had been cleared, and someone might discover the problem with the post soon, so they should hurry to the east side to land.

Moriki Arashi could only continue rowing, and Watanabe Shun took over as the other person, since Kazama Takusai only had one hand and his rowing speed was not as fast as Minamoto Tamako's.

To reduce weight and increase speed, Fushimi Shika didn't get on the raft. He floated on the sea, clinging to the raft, swimming and helping to push it.

Four or five minutes later, the five of them circled around to the beach at the edge of the sea cliff, carried the inflatable raft and ran wildly, rushing into the dense forest within two minutes.

"So tired...so tired..." Watanabe Shun gasped for breath, lying in the bushes. "I wasn't this tired even last time I came here..."

"What, do you want to be kidnapped again?" Mori Muya wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Just kidding..." Watanabe Shun felt that the director really liked to spoil the fun.

On the other side, Fushimi Shika deflated the inflatable raft, folded it up, hid it in the bushes, and led the group stealthily toward the building in the center of the island.

Suddenly, Gen Tamako said, "Wait a minute."

Watanabe Shun quickly drew his gun and looked around. Kazama Takusai and Moriki Ayara also became alert. The dense forest around them rustled, as if someone was watching from every dark corner.

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Shika asked.

He didn't sense anyone nearby and assumed that it was Genji's keen senses that had detected something, but then he realized it didn't seem like it. This guy had a look on his face that said, "I think I remember something."

“I remember… I think I remember now…” Yuan Yuzi rubbed her temples: “It’s best to wear leg wraps when marching. When we reach the designated combat location, we will have to run at high intensity. If we walk more than ten kilometers without leg wraps, we will not have the strength.”

"Hey, what's the purpose of leg wraps?" Watanabe Shun asked.

Everyone else looked completely bewildered, except for Fushimi Shika, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost. He quickly reached out and shook Minamoto no Tamako, saying, "Don't overthink it. Calm down now, listen to me, take a deep breath, and forget everything in your dream..."

"wrong."

Genji was still rubbing her temples and didn't listen to Fushimi Shika's advice at all: "The five-person team needs to divide the work and fill in for each other... We need a commander, two assault soldiers, a sniper, a demolition expert, and a technical support person."

Fushimi Shika gave up and could only stand aside with a blank face, letting the night wind blow.

He was soaking wet, and his heart was ice-cold.

Sigh, it's all Miyazaki Yuuko's fault...

Other couples open their hearts to each other, so how come when it comes to Gen Tamako, it becomes plagiarism of the knowledge in his brain?
Then, Genjiro said some more difficult things, such as "attacking key points rather than attacking entire areas," "coordination with zero tolerance for error," the adaptability of "flexible tactics," and maintaining "precision firepower and rapid mobility"...

After she finished speaking, she came to her senses, scratched her head, and saw that everyone else was looking at her strangely.

“We only have three police guns and five bullets each,” Kazama Takusai cautioned. “A sniper or something, isn’t that a bit unrealistic?”

He was no longer a detective, so his police gun naturally had to be handed over. However, he still brought a gun with him this time, but he bought it on the black market, so he couldn't let Yuan Yuzi see it.

"You can steal equipment."

Genjiro took on the role of commander quite naturally and began to assign various tasks. The first task was reconnaissance, which involved observing the various exits, storage locations, and sentry posts of the central building on the island. This task was handled by her and Kazama-senpai, while Fushimi Shika and Watanabe Shun were responsible for guard duty, and Yaran-nee was responsible for recording coordinates and action routes.

Once the attack point is determined, Fushimi Shika and Watanabe Shun will launch the assault, while she and Kazama-senpai will provide cover, and Yalan-nee will cover the rear. If they succeed, they will seize weapons and equipment and revise the battle plan; if they fail, they will escape by flanking maneuvering, avoiding encirclement and preventing the enemy from discovering the raft.

"Damn, I feel like I'm just as good as Commander Kujo!" Watanabe Shun said.

Kazama Takusai wanted to know where he learned all this. Police academies certainly wouldn't teach this kind of thing; it seemed like only military schools or the military would teach it... But where are there military schools in Japan now?
Weird.

Mori Muya was also surprised, but she was more gratified, feeling that her own fragrant and soft little cakes had finally grown up.

No one objected to Gen Tamako's command. Usually, Gen Tamako would offer various suggestions, but no one was willing to listen. Now that she had finally come up with a plan that looked more professional, everyone felt that it was worth a try.

Following Yuan Yuzi's instructions, they tore their coats into strips and wrapped them tightly around their calves. The method was a bit strange, but it was very effective. They walked for four or five kilometers without experiencing any noticeable soreness in their calves.

After nearly forty minutes, they finally saw the first building, which was also the most prominent building on the island.

"Abandoned breeding grounds"

Looking up, Fushimi Shika could see the withered Nue tea tree. A rusty iron fence surrounded the base of the tree, indicating it hadn't been maintained for a long time.

The staff who were fertilizing in protective suits last time have all disappeared. The park is quiet, and the steps and glass are covered with moss and ivy.

"They've stopped growing Nue tea?" Gen Tamako lay on the grass, peering out.

The others lay down beside her, lined up in a row. Fushimi Shika continued, "It seems so. It's all abandoned inside. Maybe they've changed their business and are planning to focus on developing the gambling industry."

"We're in luck!" Watanabe Shun said. "Then we can just sneak in from here."

Yuan Yuzi didn't say anything. She stood up furtively and continued to survey the building, seemingly trying to figure out the total area of ​​the building.

The five of them wandered around the island for over three hours, and apart from hearing an alarm bell ring, nothing unexpected happened. Finally, Minamoto no Tamako determined the attack location, tapping a mark on her notebook with her little finger:

"This should be a warehouse for supplies. It's impossible to be self-sufficient on an isolated island; supplies must come from outside, so there needs to be a place to store them."

Watanabe Shun leaned closer and asked, "So are we going to steal the canned food? But we just had dinner."

“No, we’ll set a fire here. It doesn’t matter if we fail, as long as we alert the garrison,” Yuan Yuzi pointed to another marked location with her small hand: “The real target is here.”

The four of them moved closer and looked down. They saw a symbol marked "".

Moriki Arashi recalled, "I remember this place was... a rest area, right? Judging from the outside, it should be a dormitory. Why would they attack here?"

“There should be an equipment room inside,” said Yuan Yuzi. “Judging from the layout, this is a military dormitory. There is no armory on the island, so the weapons and equipment should be inside the dormitory.”

Watanabe Shun stared at the map on the paper for a long time before finally asking, "How did you figure out the layout of the island? I can't see anything there."

"That's obvious, most of the military barracks are located in..."

As she spoke, Yuan Yuzi paused, rubbing her head. "Huh? Yeah, why?"

Kazama Takusai and Moriki Masahiro exchanged a glance and suddenly realized that this little guy wasn't as reliable as they had imagined.

However, since the plan had already been decided, they had no objections and immediately began to implement it.

Fushimi Shika and Watanabe Shun led the charge; they were the only two able-bodied young men.

The two men, one after the other, crept closer to the warehouse under the cover of night. There was only one person on duty in the small pavilion at the entrance. They probably never thought anyone would come to attack, and the gatekeeper was mainly there to prevent thieves.

Fushimi Shika made the first move, pouncing out of the darkness like a cheetah and instantly disappearing through the illuminated area.

The gatekeeper was reading a magazine with his legs crossed when he suddenly saw a blur outside the window. When he looked up again, he saw a gleaming katana pierce the glass and stab into his neck.

Fushimi Shika twisted his neck with his hand, and blood spurted out, smearing onto the glass door of the sentry post.

Watanabe Shun then caught up, looking around furtively and brandishing his police gun. Only when Fushimi Shika drew his sword did he wipe away a bead of sweat and say, "It's safe!"

"Thanks to your cover, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to go up," Fushimi Shika said.

"Not at all, it's just a collaboration, that's how it is." Watanabe Shun said proudly.

Fushimi Shikami and Watanabe Shun couldn't tell the difference between good and bad words, so they simply ignored them. He opened the guard post, took a bunch of keys from the guard's pocket, and went to unlock the warehouse door.

Watanabe Shun, standing behind him, asked, "Isn't this guard a bit too lax?"

Fushimi Shika glanced at him sideways: "Would you lock your own refrigerator? This is a case of being tight on the outside but loose on the inside. The sentry posts along the coastline are very well-guarded!"

"Really?" Watanabe Shun scratched his head. "I don't feel anything."

Fushimi Shika didn't want to talk to him anymore. He opened the warehouse door, which was filled with wooden crates. The two wandered around, one after the other, and by the moonlight, they found a wooden crate marked with gasoline. After prying it open, they seized several barrels of oil.

"Help me."

Fushimi Shika hoisted the oil drum and slowly poured it out, spilling it everywhere. Watanabe Shun followed behind him, re-sprinkling the oil in the same spots Fushimi had already spilled.

"That's fine, that's good enough."

Fushimi Shika put down the oil drum. This matter needed to be resolved quickly, or it would be bad if someone found out.

He reached into his pocket and realized he didn't have a lighter. He was trying to quit smoking recently, so he turned to Watanabe Shun and asked for a lighter.

"What?" Watanabe Shun was taken aback. "You didn't bring it?"

"I didn't bring it, I'm quitting smoking," Fushimi Shika had a bad feeling: "You didn't bring it either, did you?"

Watanabe Shunichi rummaged through his pockets, revealing two cloth bags hanging from his trouser sides, containing only a pile of crumpled bills and a few coins: "I really didn't bring any. I figured smoking wasn't allowed at Tamako's house, so I came after I finished my cigarette..."

"What if you feel like smoking after your meal?" Fushimi Shikato was completely dumbfounded.

"Ask the boss," Watanabe Shun said.

"..."

Fushimi Shika could only return to his post and pray that the guard would smoke. This time he was lucky and found a lighter and a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes.

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, and prepared to use it as a fuse.

If you were to hold a lighter close to gasoline, you'd be asking for trouble.

Watanabe Shun saw it and got a little envious. His craving for a cigarette was kicking in; he hadn't had one after dinner all day. He quickly said with a cheeky grin, "Give me one, please."

"That's it, the last one." Fushimi Shika turned the empty cigarette box upside down to show him.

“Then give me a sip,” Watanabe Shun said.

"There's my saliva on it." Fushimi Shika reached out and pushed him away.

"It's alright, let me suck on you, I don't mind." Watanabe Shun leaned in again.

Fushimi Shika had no choice but to hand him the cigarette, saying, "Then you're in charge of lighting it. Just remember to toss the cigarette butt over from a distance... Oh right, and protect the embers too. They're very noticeable at night, so don't let anyone see them."

“I know, I’m not stupid,” Watanabe Shun said.

Fushimi Shika was a little worried, but he also felt that this guy was an elite detective, so he wouldn't blow himself up.

He took a few compressed biscuits and some water, then returned to the forest to meet up with Yu Zi and the others.

"Why are you back? Where's Ah Jun?"

Kazama Takusai thought Watanabe Shun had been in trouble and that only Fushimi Shika had escaped back. He felt a pang of anxiety and prepared to grab his gun and rush out.

“He was smoking, and he’ll light it later. The two of them were too obvious, and I was afraid of being exposed, so I came back first,” Fushimi Shika said.

Kazama Takusai thought this was something Ah Jun could handle, so he kept quiet.

Yuan Yuzi said that taking advantage of the fact that they hadn't been exposed was a good opportunity to relocate. They went to the staff dormitory first, and waited for Watanabe Shunichi to set fire to the garrison and leave before rushing in to grab the equipment.

"Are you just going to abandon Ah Jun?" Kazama Takusai asked.

“It’s not that we’re abandoning him. It’s easier for him to move on his own. We’ve already discussed the target. He’ll come over on his own after we’ve set the fire,” Yuan Yuzi explained.

Now that she is the commander, she must consider the overall picture.

Kazama Takusai disagreed, believing that Watanabe Shun wasn't that smart and would start overthinking if he set the fire and found them gone.

This is true.

After discussion, they decided to split into two groups. Kazama Takusai stayed behind to meet Watanabe Shun, while the other two went to the staff dormitory to continue their original mission and finally met up three kilometers away.

Kazama Takusai watched the three figures disappear into the darkness. With Fushimi Shika there, he wasn't actually worried that Minamoto no Tamako and Moriki Masaaki would get into trouble.

He was only worried about that guy, Watanabe Shun.

Three minutes have passed already, how long is that guy going to keep smoking?!

Kazama Takusai was quite agitated. He lay on the grass, constantly checking his watch.

Seven minutes later, Watanabe Shun had smoked until only the cigarette butt remained. He flicked his finger at the gasoline can from a distance of about ten meters.

--boom!

A ball of fire rose from the ground, spreading rapidly like lava, climbing up the warehouse walls like a giant bonfire under the night sky.

Watanabe Shun quickly withdrew his hand and ran away using both hands and feet, feeling both nervous and excited.

Wow, setting fires is so much fun!

He hurried to meet up with them, but only the eldest brother was in the grove. He kicked him hard.

Before the guards could react, the two fled into the depths of the woods to avoid being discovered, just like guerrillas.

……

Meanwhile, inside a maritime patrol vessel.

Kujo is currently in a teleconference, and the Prime Minister's attitude has been unusually firm for once. The three parties are talking directly, and no matter what, the Metropolitan Police Department should still have the basic right to arrest criminals.

The person on the other end of the phone emphasized in English that the island was private property and that no one was allowed to enter without permission.

As for apprehending wanted criminals, they will conduct internal investigations. Once it is confirmed that there is a person named 'Uesugi Shion' on the island, they will cooperate with the police to send him over.

There was a whole host of reasons, but the gist was that people weren't allowed on the island, and if they needed people, they would have to bring them over.

This is probably the biggest concession she could get.

Kujou Yui sighed deeply, feeling powerless for the first time. At this moment, she suddenly felt that her lifelong pursuit was nothing.

Even if he becomes the Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner, what good will it do?
A bitter taste rose in Kujo's mouth, and her rather world-weary face showed even more weariness.

Faced with the island owner's various demanding requests, she had no choice but to agree:

“Yes, sir, I guarantee the patrol boat will not dock…”

"Yes, I promise I won't send anyone to arrest you..."

"We hope you will keep your promise and hand the suspect over to the police for questioning..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a point of light suddenly appeared in the cabin window. Kujo Yui, holding her phone, glanced sideways and saw through the window a plume of smoke rising from the island, illuminating it with a red glow.

...like a burning torch.

(End of this chapter)