Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 505 I won

With the help of the sea breeze, the fire grew bigger and bigger.

Kujou Yui stopped in her tracks. She also saw Uesugi Shion and ordered her to open fire. The mobile team members fired at the wall of fire, but their vision was obstructed, so they basically got nowhere.

The screeching sound of metal scraping came from behind the wall of fire, and Uesugi Shion's silhouette was faintly visible in the distorted heat.

"Don't waste bullets, Director Kujo!"

Her laughter, mingling with the crashing sound of collapsing trees, was like the flicking tongue of a venomous snake: "Fushimi Shika, I know you're listening—surrender, come before me! Otherwise, my companions will shoot the hostages!"

Fushimi Shika interrupted loudly, "Negotiations should start with revealing your bargaining chips, shouldn't they? Where is Ms. Moriki? You can't even see if the hostages are dead or alive, yet you want me to go into the fire?"

"In a completely safe place."

Uesugi Shion warned, "Don't even think about killing me first. Every three minutes, I will send a specific code to my comrade. Once the code is interrupted, he will immediately shoot the hostage."

Kujou led the mobile unit around the perimeter, attempting to cross the firebreak from the burned-out area. The fate of the hostages was entirely out of her concern.

As long as she can capture Uesugi Shion, she'll give Moriki Arashi as many medals as she wants afterward!
Uesugi Shion wasn't lying; her other two team members were carrying Moriki Araragi and running in the opposite direction as fast as they could to get as far away as possible.

Moriki Yalan's forehead wound stopped bleeding; the platelets had completed their mission, forming large scabs on her face.

Her vision was completely red; everything looked red. Her head was spinning, and she tried to struggle but couldn't muster any strength. Her hands were also handcuffed behind her back.

"Let's... take a break..."

One of them, panting heavily, said, "I...I can't run anymore...I really can't run anymore..."

森木雅岚认出来了，是夜行七的声音，她一直都记得那家伙傲慢的态度。这次她跟着伏见鹿等人回猫岛，心底隐约期盼着能狠狠地揍夜行七一拳——不是相爱相杀的那种揍，而是把讨厌的人往死里揍的那种暴揍。

Now the opportunity has come, but she can't muster the strength.

Night Walker Seven was exhausted. He had carried a large person for such a long distance, and his strength had reached its limit. Without waiting for his companion's reply, he stopped and plopped down on the grass.

The companion was a stranger; Senmu Yalan had never seen him before. The guy was bald, with dark skin, looking like a black person at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be tanned.

"Get up, walk a little further."

The bald man grabbed Nightwalker's arm, forcing him to keep walking: "Hurry, don't let that guy catch up, the farther away the better."

...That guy?

Moriki Ayane's heart skipped a beat; she guessed the bald man referred to Fushimi Shika. It seemed Fushimi Shika was chasing them, and closer than they had imagined, otherwise they wouldn't have needed to rush.

"I really can't walk anymore."

It was clear that Night Walker Seven was physically weak. He lay on his back on the ground, spread-eagled, and refused to get up no matter how the bald man tried to pull him up.

"You don't need to carry me. Just follow behind me, is that alright?" The bald man conceded a step.

"Let me catch my breath..." Nightwalker Seven said.

"You've had enough to catch your breath. Don't let your body get cold. If you rest for too long, you'll become completely weak." The bald man knew better than Nightwalker Seven.

Nightwalker Qi had no choice but to force himself to stand up. He picked up a tree branch, used it to support himself, and limped forward.

The bald man walked ahead of him, carrying Senmu Yalan on his back, walking with long strides and showing no signs of fatigue.

Mori Muya looked up and could see Ye Xingqi looking like a man with kidney deficiency. This was the first time she had seen Ye Xingqi's face clearly. Objectively speaking, he was somewhat handsome; subjectively speaking, he was a repulsive and lewd man.

"waste."

She spat at Nightwalker Seven in an attempt to provoke the kidnappers and slow them down.

Even if I get beaten, it doesn't matter. Beating her takes time, and every second that's delayed increases the chances of her being rescued.

Nightwalker Qi tried to dodge, but he was too weak and stumbled. He lost his balance and fell to his knees with a thud. The spittle flew right over his head.

As soon as the bald man turned around, he saw Ye Xingqi performing the grand ceremony, his hands supporting him on the muddy ground, his knees bent, almost shouting "Bitter, wash!"

"It's really no use, just five minutes, just five minutes!" Nightwalker Seven spread his five fingers.

His main job is as a designer, a mental worker. He should be sitting in an air-conditioned room 24 hours a day, drinking coffee, typing on his computer, adjusting parameters or designing blueprints. Even during sex, the woman would be the one making the moves, and he could just lie there and enjoy himself. If it weren't necessary, he probably would never do such high-intensity aerobic exercise in his entire life.

The bald man finally stopped and said, "Okay."

The three rested for five minutes. Mori Muya remained silent throughout until the bald man pulled Ye Xingqi up, preparing to continue. At that moment, Mori Muya spoke up, saying, "I need to use the restroom."

The bald man pretended not to hear, and Ye Xingqi, wanting to take the opportunity to rest, chimed in, "Why don't we let her go to the toilet?"

“No, it will leave a scent, and she will take the opportunity to mark it.” The bald man was unyielding.

"It's okay, we'll keep an eye on her and shovel away the excrement after she's finished." Nightwalker Seven was really going all out for a rest.

The bald man said there was no room for negotiation, and Senmu Yalan interjected, "If you don't put me down, I'll pee on you."

"..."

The bald man was silent for only two seconds: "Whatever."

Moriki Arashi had almost recovered, but she still pretended to be weak and helpless, slumping against the bald man's shoulder, and pleaded weakly, "I really need to go to the toilet, please... useless man, please say something for me."

"Who are you calling?" Nightwalker Seven was a little annoyed.

“Of course it’s you.” Moriki Yaran tried to provoke him.

But Ye Xingqi wasn't fooled. He only talked and didn't act, instead mocking Senmu Yalan, saying that she was about to turn into a perverted nymphomaniac who urinates on strong men.

Mori Muya was furious. She realized that provoking Ye Xingqi was a foolish decision. This guy was a non-violent advocate and would never resort to violence if he could just talk.

hateful!

"Generally speaking, every team has one person with the worst average skill and ability. I'm very self-aware, you know, in our team, I'm the worst..."

Nightwalker Qi muttered incessantly as he walked: "If you were in your team, you'd be the worst, right? Otherwise, we wouldn't have caught you... Sigh, being the worst is bad enough, but you're also dragging your teammates down. I'm ashamed for you."

The bald man glanced back, hesitated, and ultimately said nothing.

Night Walker Qi got more and more excited as he talked, and the hiking and cross-country running didn't seem so tiring anymore: "So, we're quite destined to be together, both of us are at the bottom of the class, except I'm stronger than you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp cracking sound rang out, like the sound of bones being dislocated.

The bald man reacted the fastest. He immediately threw Mori Muya Lan off the ground, drew his gun, aimed it at Mori Muya Lan's head, and shouted sternly, "Don't move!"

But he was still a step too slow. To be precise, it was Mori Muya who ignored the warning. She flipped over and tackled Ye Xingqi to the ground, clenched her fist, and slammed it hard against Ye Xingqi's face.

"Ow!"

The seven night walks produced the sound of Tom the cat meowing.

That wasn't all. Fists rained down on him, and Ye Xingqi could only cover his head with his hands. It wasn't until four or five seconds later that the bald man grabbed Senmu Yalan's arm from behind.

As Moriki Yalan sat on Ye Xingqi, she spat on his face before being dragged away.

This time, Night Walker Seven couldn't dodge it; the spittle landed squarely on his cheek.

The bald man pulled her away, and Ye Xingqi wiped his face with his sleeve, angrily saying, "W-what's going on? How come you can't even keep an eye on a woman?"

“She just broke her own fingers to get out of the handcuffs,” the bald man said. “You can’t blame anyone else for your slow reaction.”

Morigi Arashi raised her head and sneered, "Look, now who's the real loser?"

These words struck a nerve with Ye Xingqi. He had said those words to Mori Muya Lan in order to gain a sense of superiority, but when Mori Muya Lan said the same thing to him, he felt extremely humiliated.

The more you lack something, the more you like to talk about it.

The more you try to prove something, the more you end up trying to undermine others.

Ye Xingqi didn't even bother to bandage his wounds or feel the pain. He grabbed Senmu Yalan's hair and said to the bald man, "This guy is too unruly. He needs to be taught a lesson, or he'll cause trouble again."

The bald man understood his unspoken meaning and gave a knowing smile—a common practice in Japanese culture—": "Need my help?"

Nightwalker Seven wanted to say no, but remembering Moriki Ayane's fierce demeanor just now, he said, "Why don't you go first?"

"Alright, hurry up and finish." The bald man pressed down on Mori Muya's shoulders, pinning her to the ground and forcing her to lie on her back.

Senmu Yalan guessed what they were going to do, and kept twisting her body and struggling frantically. The bald man slapped her twice, grabbed her chin with his hand, and said coldly, "Behave yourself, and I don't mind taking some parts off your body."

Nightwalker Seven pressed down on her hand, preventing her from struggling any longer.

Mori Muya was filled with fear and despair. Especially when the bald man reached out to pull down her pants, her fear reached its peak, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

How to do?
She desperately wanted to appear indifferent, and like the tough guys in movies, she wanted to be fearless in the face of any torture. In fact, she could do it; she even endured the brainwashing rituals of the Aum Shinrikyo cult.

She can die like a man, but she cannot be humiliated like a man.

This is so unfair.

Moriki Ayane mustered all her courage, her eyes still defiant, and even as her body trembled, she spoke in that contemptuous tone:
"Useless, all men are the same."

……

The bald man suddenly stopped moving and turned around warily. Ye Xingqi followed his gaze, but the depths of the forest were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. "What's wrong?" Ye Xingqi asked.

"Someone."

The bald man stopped pulling down his pants, drew a pistol from his waist, and looked around warily: "Cuff her, tie her up with rope, so she doesn't struggle again."

Nightwalker Seven was about to ask where everyone was when a voice came from behind the bushes: "Boss, they seem to have spotted us."

"..."

"..."

For the first time, Moriki Arashi had the thought of strangling Watanabe Shun.

The bald man hesitated for half a second, then immediately turned his gun around, intending to take Mori Muya Lan hostage. The enemy was in the shadows, their location unknown, which was very disadvantageous for them. They had to make full use of the hostages to balance the situation.

But this time, he was slow again.

The moment he turned his gun around, a shot rang out. A spray of snow flew from the bald man's right hand as his pistol fell to the ground. He reacted quickly, catching it with his left hand, and a second shot followed immediately.

His shiny bald head now had a bloody hole, from which a large amount of brain matter spurted out.

Kazama Takusai stood up from the bushes. He had been a detective for over twenty years, and he had taught Minamoto Tamako how to shoot. Even if he only had one eye and one arm, as long as he could fire a gun, he was an elite among elites.

Firing two shots per second, close-range burst fire, just routine operation.

Nightwalker Seven was terrified. He frantically tried to grab his gun, but Watanabe Shun suddenly appeared from the woods and punched him twice, leaving him dazed and confused. If Kazama Takusai hadn't told him to leave him alive, he would have killed the guy.

"Are you okay?"

Kazama Takusai glanced at it, then politely looked away. He turned his face away, took off his trench coat, and draped it over Moriki Aya: "Can we walk?"

Moriki Ayane's shirt buttons were ripped off, and the clothes were torn in many places, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin.

She held the trench coat, paused for a moment, then looked at Kazama Takusai and could smell a faint scent of smoke on the coat.

Hmm, it doesn't actually smell bad.

“Don’t do that,” Moriki Yalan said, not wanting to be treated differently. “It’s no big deal.”

"The director is so generous, then I won't stand on ceremony." Watanabe Shun turned his head, wanting to feast his eyes and take the opportunity to get revenge on the director for always spoiling the mood.

Kazama Takusai slapped Watanabe Shun across the face with a backhand, not hard, just enough to turn Watanabe Shun's face back to the front.

“It’s okay, I don’t want anyone to see my broken arm,” Kazama Takusai said.

For the first time, Moriki Ayane found a man's words pleasant to hear. She had never paid attention to Kazama Takusai before. If it weren't for Minamoto no Tamako and Fushimi Shika, she probably would never have crossed paths with someone like Kazama Takusai in her life.

"Okay, sure." She didn't stand on ceremony, straightened herself up, put on her trench coat, and buttoned it up. "Where are Fushimi-kun and the others? What's the situation now?"

“I don’t know,” Watanabe Shun interjected. “We arrived at the designated location, but we didn’t see them. Kazama-senpai suggested we run in the opposite direction to avoid running into the arsonists… Then my stomach hurt, and I needed to poop. I happened to see you guys, so I quickly called the boss over…”

Moriki Ayane was wondering how the bald man had found them, but now she finally realized that the stench had given Watanabe Shun and the others their location.

Night Walker Seven was also stunned. He never expected it to be such a coincidence that he would run into them. He should have listened to the bald man and forced himself to walk a few more steps. Maybe he could have avoided this.

This is not the time for idle chatter. Kazama Takusai and Moriki Masahiro stood on either side of him, while Watanabe Shun squatted down in front of Yoruichi, his hands on his knees, and shouted in the signature thug's snarl, "Tie meyarou!"

"I won't say anything!" Nightwalker Seven roared.

“I haven’t asked yet!” Watanabe Shun said.

"No matter what you ask, I'll..." Before Ye Xingqi could finish speaking, he saw Senmu Yalan pick up the gun beside him and press it against his forehead. He quickly changed his words, saying, "I, I'll talk, I'll talk, you can ask... No, what do you mean by cocking it? Don't use violence... We can sit down and talk things over..."

Moriki Yalan smoothly ejected the bullet, loaded the chamber, aimed, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

--boom!

Another shot rang out. The bullet pierced Nightwalker Seven's lips, knocking out two front teeth, penetrating his throat and cervical vertebrae, and finally exiting from the back of his neck.

The shot wasn't fatal. Nightwalker's eyes widened, his face contorted in pain. He covered his mouth, blood seeping from between his fingers. He tried to say something, but could only manage a hoarse sound.

After a while, he fell backward to the ground, as if pleading or cursing.

If he hadn't suffocated, he would have died from blood loss in no time.

Watanabe Shun was startled by the gunshot. He turned around and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to keep them alive for questioning? Why are you resorting to vigilante justice?"

“Didn’t he say he wouldn’t tell us anything?” Morigi Yaran said.

"But he just gave in..."

Before Watanabe Shun could finish speaking, Kazama Takusai interrupted him, indicating that there was no need to dwell on the matter. They should continue to retreat in the opposite direction, circle around the coastline, find their way back to the raft, and wait for Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako to rendezvous.

"Good idea." Watanabe Shun couldn't really distinguish between good and bad; as long as it was an idea from the boss, it was a good idea.

Moriki Yalan had no objections, and the three of them reached a consensus and headed towards the outer perimeter together.

On the other side, the standoff between Fushimi Shika and Uesugi Shion had reached a fever pitch—not just an adjective, but a real fever pitch. The raging fire gradually depleted the oxygen, and visibility near the ground began to become distorted. Fushimi Shika could neither advance nor simply leave, so he could only keep negotiating with Uesugi Shion.

During this process, he upgraded his negotiation skills to level ten, constantly trying to stall for time so that Kujo Yui could lead people to rescue the hostages.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The mobile team circled around and reappeared in his sight, near the cordon.

"lay down your weapon!"

Kujou, standing 30 meters away, shouted to the mobile team members: "Surrender immediately! This is the last warning. We will open fire in ten seconds!"

Uesugi Shion didn't reply. She unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, revealing a hideous scar on her chest, with a blue line extending into the gap of the wound.

Kujo was stunned. She raised her hand to signal the riot police not to fire. She recognized the weapon; she had seen it on Jun before.

This is a pacemaker and a detonator. The detonation circuit is connected to the pacemaker. When the heart stops beating, the bomb will explode.

But where is the bomb?
Uesugi Shion continued unbuttoning her coat, revealing only a vest underneath. A ring of TNT explosives, weighing at least ten kilograms, was wrapped around her waist.

"From now on, no one is allowed to move, or I will press the detonator and everyone within fifty meters will die."

Uesugi Shion held a red switch in her hand: "There are shrapnel in the bomb, everyone be careful."

Sweat beaded on Kujo Yui's forehead. She wanted to retreat, but if she took even half a step back now, her career as Superintendent General would be over.

With the terrorists right in front of her, she tried to negotiate, but Uesugi Shion completely ignored her and went on to make two demands:

First, everyone should put down their guns and weapons and retreat 100 meters.

Second, Fushimi Shika stood in front of her and put on handcuffs and shackles himself.

Kujou Yui could not possibly agree to the first condition; surrendering her weapons would be tantamount to being at the mercy of others. Uesugi Shion did not engage in unreasonable arguments; her negotiation skills were equally impressive. Since Kujou Yui was unwilling to lay down her weapons and leave, then she would leave, demanding that no one except Fushimi Shika be allowed to follow.

Kujou Yui was extremely unwilling to let the duck she had caught fly away, but she was helpless and could only watch as Uesugi Shion retreated step by step until her figure disappeared into the dense forest.

On the other side is the core building of Cat Island. According to the agreement, Kujo Yui and the mobile team members are not allowed to approach the isolation zone—their entry into the isolation zone already constitutes a breach of the agreement.

The officer asked what to do, and Kujou Yui felt an immense pressure again. She took a deep breath, turned to look at the area where the flames were burning, and saw a figure rush out, instantly crossing the cordon and following in Uesugi Shion's direction.

"Fushimi-kun, I'm begging you," Kujo Yui murmured to herself.

This was the first time she had ever placed her hopes on someone else.

The officer didn't hear clearly and leaned closer to ask his superior. Kujou had no choice but to raise his voice and lead the group to retreat first, return to the ship for supplies, and adjust their condition before carrying out the capture operation.

Since the coastline has already been blocked, the terrorists can't leave the island. At worst, we can just wait it out until Uesugi Shion runs out of ammunition and supplies.

The best course of action is to play it safe.

If all or half of these hundred-plus officers were to die, even if Kujo Yui managed to capture Uesugi Shion, she would have no hope of becoming the Superintendent General of Police. After all, these officers were all under her command, and she would be heartbroken if even one of them died.

As everyone evacuated from the coastline, before they even boarded the ship, the police officer who remained behind called Kujo Yui, saying there was an emergency and that Kujo Yui needed to come to the cabin immediately.

Kujou Yui thought something had happened again and rushed over, only to find the police officers had turned on the TV, and the news footage on it featured Uesugi Shion and Fushimi Shika.

"Which channel is this?" Kujo Yui asked.

“It’s a private, pay-TV channel overseas, broadcasting live,” the officer said. “The channel’s name is ‘Public Execution’…”

Kujo had a bad feeling. She crossed her arms, stood in front of the screen, bit her fingers, and stared intently at the screen.

This is a fixed camera position, located somewhere in the dense forest of Cat Island; it was probably set up by Uesugi Shion beforehand. She held the detonator in her right hand and tossed the shackles to Fushimi Shika with her left.

"Throw away the knife." Uesugi Shion's voice trembled, her eyes bloodshot with excitement.

Fushimi Shika put down his katana, indicating that he had no other weapons on him.

That wasn't all. Uesugi Shion continued by handcuffing him and pulling out a pistol from his waist, pointing it at his forehead.

Fushimi Shika, unhurriedly, as if putting on clothes, fastened the shackles with a click.

"I won this round." Uesugi Shion used her foot to push the katana aside, held the gun in her right hand, pointed it at Fushimi Shika's forehead, and was so excited that her brain was in a climax.

(End of this chapter)