Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 529 The best of both worlds
When the door opened, no one realized the seriousness of the situation.

Nine beams of light switch the surveillance feed. It's great to live in a mansion; all the surveillance lines are interconnected—except, of course, the private areas inside the mansion.

He poured himself a glass of red wine, leaned back on the sofa, and watched with a smile as the security guards surrounded Fushimi Shika.

It's a pity we could talk on the phone; then he could have made a few more sarcastic remarks...

Kujo Hikaru took a sip of red wine, savoring the aroma in his mouth, his eyes narrowed as he enjoyed the thrill of revenge. He couldn't wait to see Fushimi Shika get beaten up, preferably until he was kneeling and begging for mercy, bowing deeply to the security guards to let him in to see Minamoto Tamako...

When the first security guard fell, Kujo Hikaru thought it was interesting. Oh my god, it's only interesting when they struggle fiercely!
When the three security guards fell, Kujo Hikaru put down his wine glass. He felt that his niece did have some insight; she wasn't completely blind. But that was the end of it. A man who only knew how to use brute force had no future.

When the security guard in the yard collapsed to the ground, Kujo Hikaru stood up. He braced himself against the screen with both hands, leaned forward, and cold sweat poured down the back of his neck.

Is this a human?

It's important to know that the security team at the Kujo residence is top-notch. In addition to the gatekeepers at the outer gate, there are three people on duty at the main entrance to verify identities and inspect vehicles. They are equipped with walkie-talkies and batons.

Patrol personnel consist of three people per shift, carrying flashlights and police equipment. They conduct scheduled patrols along pre-defined routes, such as around walls, gardens, and garages, with increased frequency at night. The total number of personnel is eight, working in three shifts to ensure 24-hour coverage. A staff member is also stationed in the logistics monitoring room to operate the early closed-circuit television (CCTV) system, providing real-time monitoring of key areas both outside and inside the premises.

In addition, there is a mobile response team, which is a rapid response squad of three people equipped with bulletproof vehicles and first aid equipment, and can arrive at the scene within three minutes...

Now they are all lying on the ground.

With a police baton and a military knife in his hands, Fushimi Shika didn't even need to open the main gate. He simply knocked on a first-floor window, pulled the lock on the window, and went straight in.

"You've got some skills..."

Kujo Hikaru muttered to himself, wiping the sweat from his brow. He straightened up, put his hands on his hips, and comforted himself, thinking that even if Fushimi Shika took care of the security company, it wouldn't matter—the real guards of the Kujo family mansion were Kujo Mutsu's adopted sons.

Although he was called an adopted son, he was more like a private mercenary, carrying firearms. This was illegal, but it was the best way to protect the head of the family.

"If I keep doing this, my father definitely won't ignore it..." Kujo Hikaru took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and reassured himself.

That's right, as long as those people take action, they can definitely take care of this reckless guy!
Before Kujo Hikaru could even put on his glasses, a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside the door. The loud bang was much louder than he had imagined, startling him so much that his hand trembled, and he dropped his glasses to the ground.

"He should be dead..."

He muttered something, bent down to pick up his glasses, and a series of gunshots followed, like firecrackers going off, crackling and popping without stopping.

This commotion really startled Kujo Hikaru. As the eldest son of the Kujo family, he had never been on the front lines before and had never witnessed a battle in his entire life.

He had the illusion that a thousand troops were storming into his home, and even though he knew the other person was only one person, he still felt uneasy.

The gunfire grew increasingly intense and seemed to be moving closer to his room. He could tell the gunfire was getting louder, the chaotic footsteps were getting closer, and he could even hear shouts: "Stop that guy!" "Go around him! Everyone go around him!" "Don't block the view!"

It really felt like a war.

Kujo Hikaru sat back on the sofa, fidgeting nervously. After a while, he gradually calmed down and realized his lapse in composure.

With so many people guarding him, what does he have to be afraid of?
Suddenly, the gunfire stopped, and it became eerily quiet outside. Kujo Hikaru felt as if he had suddenly gone deaf. He instinctively opened his mouth and let out a soft "Ah," to make sure he could still hear.

Is it over?

Kujo Hikaru stood up and was about to open the door when a crisp knocking sound came from the door panel in front of him.

clatter--

clatter--

clatter……

"Moshi moshi," Fushimi Shika's voice slipped in through the crack in the door, "Is Mr. Kujo Hikaru here?"

Kujo Hikaru was startled and hurriedly reached out to lock the door. With a sharp clang, the military knife pierced through the door and stuck in his palm!
He screamed and retreated in panic, clutching his wound.

The door to the room was pushed open, and the smoke from gunfire rushed in. Nine Lights could vaguely see a figure, whose military knife was dripping blood. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he changed from a regular grip to a reverse grip and slowly walked towards him.

Kujo Hikaru retreated step by step, crying out in terror, "Don't come any closer! If you—if you dare to lay a hand on me, my father will never let you get away with this—"

Fushimi Shika didn't want to waste his breath on this good-for-nothing who only knew how to sponge off his parents. He kicked Kujo Hikaru to the ground, grabbed his earlobe with one hand, and held a dagger to his earlobe with the other, forcing him to answer:
Where is Yu Zi?

Kujou Hikaru's body was trembling, but she still managed to say, "You're finished. Breaking into a private residence is a serious crime—Ughhhhhhh!!"

Fushimi Shika used his dagger to slice off his ear with ease.

Kujo Hikaru covered his left ear, blood oozing from between his fingers. He collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror, finally realizing his predicament.

Fushimi Shika stepped on his hand, pressing his heel against his palm, and held the dagger to his thumb, demanding again, "Where is Tamako?"

"She's not here! She's not here! She's already run away!!" Kujou Hikaru wailed, "I... I already told you! Don't cut anymore! Please... please!"

Fushimi Shika took out his phone from his pocket and called Minamoto no Tamako, but the call still went unanswered. He then decisively removed the nine of Hikaru's thumbs.

"Still lying? You've got guts!" Fushimi Shika held a knife to Kujo Hikaru's neck: "Actually, I don't necessarily have to ask you... If your next answer doesn't satisfy me, your life ends here."

He paused, then repeated, "Where is Yu Zi?"

Kujo Hikaru was in so much pain that he almost fainted. His face was pale from blood loss, and beads of sweat kept dripping from the tip of his nose, mixed with snot. His body was curled up in a ball, and he looked as disheveled as could be.

"I...I'm telling the truth! She really ran away!! She rode her motorcycle down from the second floor! I'm not lying—you can ask others if you don't believe me!" Kujo Hikaru shouted, then, as if remembering something, said excitedly, "Yes! Go ask my father! He can vouch for me!"

Fushimi Shika sheathed his dagger, squatted down in front of him, and gently patted his forehead with the back of the blade, looking thoughtful: "That's strange. Since Tamako wasn't here, why didn't you just tell me when I was outside the door?"

Kujo Hikaru dared not admit that he intended to deliberately provoke Fushimi Shika. He opened his mouth and let out a meaningless wail, mixed with indistinct pleas.

“Besides, I can’t get through to you on the phone,” Fushimi Shika said calmly. “I’ve already been fooled by you once, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. To be honest, I really don’t want to be fooled a second time; it would make me look stupid.” Kujo Hikaru’s face flushed red, his neck puffed up like a frog’s, and he roared, “I really wasn’t lying!!”

“I know,” Fushimi Shika nodded. “I can tell.”

Kujo Hikaru froze for a moment: "Then, why did you..."

Fushimi Shika slightly turned her body, maintaining her forward-leaning squatting posture, but slowly turned her face to look at the door behind her: "Just because you didn't lie doesn't mean your father wouldn't lie to you... Am I right, Kujo Mutsumi?"

He addressed the head of the Kujo family by his given name, yet no one present reprimanded him.

Several figures had appeared outside the room, the first being Kujo Mutsu. He was still wearing a loose kimono, carrying a cane, and walked into the room step by step, followed by several retainers, all carrying guns.

Seeing this, Kujo Hikaru suddenly felt reassured and cried out, "Father!" He reached out and pleaded, "Save me—Father!"

With a single wave of his hand, Fushimi Shika caused Kujo Hikaru's other ear to fall to the ground.

"Ughhhhhh!!" Kujo Hikaru was rolling on the ground in pain. His injuries were not fatal and would not cause him to faint completely, but they were extremely painful and were constantly intensifying his fear.

Kujo Mutsumi's aged face twitched, his eyelids twitched, and he stopped five or six meters behind Fushimi Shika, hissing, "Enough! That's enough!"

After saying that, he took out his phone and tossed it to Fushimi Shika: "I used Tamako's phone to blacklist you, that's why you can't get through. Now you can ask with a different phone and you'll find out."

Fushimi Shika didn't answer; the phone bounced twice on the carpet and rolled to his feet.

He glanced down sideways, resting his elbows on his knees in a squatting position, and gave a cryptic smile: "Oh! So, she really isn't here, right?"

Kujo Mutsumi keenly sensed something was wrong and tried to change his story, but it was too late. Fushimi Shika only needed to look at his expression to confirm that Minamoto no Tamako was truly not there.

"Calm down, it's just a misunderstanding. If we continue, we'll only end up hurting each other..." Kujo Mutsumi opened his palm, trying to shake hands and make peace, to soothe Fushimi Shika's emotions.

Fushimi Shika stood up, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to Kujo Hikaru. The latter lay prostrate on the ground like a dog at his feet, writhing in pain and fear.

Seeing this, Kujo Mutsuko thought there was room for negotiation and pressed on, saying, "My son is ignorant, but his crime doesn't warrant death. Please give me some face..."

"What face do you have?" Fushimi Shika interrupted.

Kujo Mutsuko was taken aback. For a moment, he doubted that anyone was behind him. He glanced back to make sure his men were still there before regaining his composure and continuing, "Tamako is, after all, my granddaughter..."

"Tamako is Tamako, and you are you. How can you lump them together? Touch your unpeeled egg-shaped face. Do you even deserve to be my girlfriend?"

Fushimi Shika simply slammed his military sword onto the table, leaving it upright, and spread his arms wide, saying, "I'm unarmed now, who dares to fire a shot?"

Kujo Mutsumi fell silent. He had watched the entire process through the surveillance footage, and every scene was unbelievable, but the man in front of him had really done it—he had broken in all by himself and taken down eight gunmen.

The fact that he didn't kill a single person proves that he still has room for maneuver.

Kujo Mutsu realized that he had no way to deal with Fushimi Shika.

He should have realized this sooner, but the events happened so suddenly, so unbelievably, so illogically, that he found it hard to accept for a while.

Kujo Mutsumi quickly adjusted his mindset, accepted his current situation, lowered his attitude, and softened his tone:
"So how do you think this should be resolved? If it escalates to the point where you can't handle it, will you? Yuzi might hold a grudge, and you won't be able to continue your work as a police officer. You'll have a criminal record for the rest of your life, or you'll be a fugitive for life. I suggest we put this matter here and, as the head of the family, promise not to pursue it further..."

He clearly explained the advantages and disadvantages, and every word he said hit the nail on the head.

If it were the old Fushimi Shika, he might have listened and stopped there.

But at the moment, Fushimi Shika had other plans. No matter how eloquent Kujo Hikaru was, he remained unmoved, simply watching coldly from the sidelines, sitting motionless like a cold, hard stone sculpture.

When Kujo Mutsu was so tired from talking that he stopped to ask Fushimi Shika for his opinion, he then took action.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fushimi Shika took a small hourglass from his pocket, placed it upside down on the table, and said, "I will give you all five minutes to defend Kujo Hikaru's murder."

"..."

"..."

The bedroom was silent for five seconds.

Even Kujo Hikari was stunned.

Murder? What murder?
Kujo Mutsu couldn't make any connection at all. After pondering for a long time, he finally understood what Fushimi Shika meant.

Yes, his son did kill two women, but what does that have to do with Fushimi Shika? Someone else's wife and someone else's lover died, what's there to defend?
The hourglass is slowly running out of time.

Kujo Mutsumi intended to lighten the mood with a joke, but he noticed Fushimi Shika's gaze fixed on the hourglass, and instinctively tightened his grip on his cane. A thought involuntarily popped into his mind:
'This guy means business.'

If you can't persuade him within five minutes, this guy will kill you.

Kujo Mutsu's throat tightened a little. He realized that he had been misjudging this man all along... Tamako had brought back not a fox, nor a hunting dog, but a tiger that had eaten a man.

Circumstances forced Kujo Mutsumi to speak: "If you kill him, you'll be wanted by the police, and Tamako will definitely not accept you again..."

"No, she'll send me to jail and then wait for me to come out."

Fushimi Shika stared at the hourglass and said, "The feeling of keeping a secret is not pleasant. I have told her everything, except for this last one, which I still do not have the courage to say."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Kujo Mutsu: "It just so happens that your son is willing to lend me a hand, allowing me to start over and be with her openly. It's a win-win situation... And thanks to you, I've had these few days alone, which allowed me to calmly think things through."

Kujo Hikaru finally understood that Fushimi Shika really wanted to kill him—if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation within five minutes, Fushimi Shika would easily slit his throat, just like she had cut off his ear earlier!

He craned his neck and desperately climbed onto the table, only to find that one-fifth of the hourglass had already passed, which meant that only four minutes remained!
Kujo Hikaru collapsed to the ground, pointing at his father and roaring:
"It was him! He's the one who sent me to kill someone!!"

(End of this chapter)