Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 93 Daochuan Meeting

"Ah, it's snowing."

Fushimi Shika felt unlucky and had no intention of enjoying the snow scenery.

It's bad enough to be out on field work in such cold weather, but you have to work with your superior on top of it - Kazama Takusai is the instructor of Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako, so if you really want to say it, he is indeed their superior.

Neither of them wore police uniforms when they went out. Fushimi Shika wore a jacket and a red scarf to keep warm, wrapping herself up like a bear. On the other hand, Kazama Takusai, wearing a brown windbreaker and holding a Custer cigarette, looked like a tough guy from a TV show.

Although he said he would investigate, Takusa Kazama did not go to the traffic department, and Fushimi Shika had no idea what he was up to.

"Did you bring the police gun?" Takusai Kazama exhaled a puff of white mist.

"I didn't bring it." Fushimi Lu thought to himself, you didn't tell me when we were leaving the house, but you asked me halfway through. Are you trying to find fault with me?

"Do you know whose territory that is?" Kazama Takusai asked again.

The two stood at the intersection, one on the left and one on the right. The yellow and black railings stood like antennas, the warning lights were green, and the tram was moving away along the electric wire rails.

Fushimi Shika remembered that when he took a taxi from the airport to Koban, the taxi driver stopped opposite Takiri.

Now that I think about it, Chaoya is not as chaotic as he said! Although there are people who work as prostitutes, pimp, graffiti, and massacre, there is actually order in the chaos. Everyone is trying to live their own lives and behave themselves when the police are on patrol. It can be said that everyone is a five-star good citizen.

On the left side of the street is an apartment building, which is the area where he and Gen Tamaki patrol on a daily basis; he looked in the direction where Takusa Kazama's finger was pointing, and saw an apartment building on the right side as well, which was usually patrolled by Takusa Kazama and Shun Watanabe.

"Is that your territory?" asked Fushimi Shika.

"Let's talk business." Kazama Takusai didn't want to chat with him.

Fushimi Shikaben wanted to say that you were the one who asked the riddle first, but when he saw Kazama Takusai's look of despair, he had to honestly say "I don't know".

"You should know about the Inagawa Society, right?" Kazama Takusai asked again.

"I've heard of it." Fushimi Shika nodded.

As the second largest designated gang in Japan, the Inagawa-kai has always been in an awkward position. With the Yamaguchi-gumi above them and the Sumiyoshi-kai watching closely below them, they have been trying to clean themselves up over the years, but they have never been able to get rid of the big tail.

The Yamaguchi-gumi can collude with high-ranking officials to engage in smuggling export trade, the Sumiyoshi-kai can drive up land prices to engage in real estate business, but only the Inagawa-kai is a rootless duckweed. Its main business is running casinos, lending at high interest rates, selling white powder, organizing prostitution, extortion, financial fraud, etc. It can indeed make quick money, but once you are involved, you can't wash it off.

"The Inagawa-kai has a branch in Nishi-Sugamo. Jun and I are usually in charge of patrolling, and we often encounter situations where people slip money into our pockets." Takusai Kazama squinted his eyes, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and looked out at the apartment building under the snow through the increasingly dark sky.

Fushimi Shika's face changed slightly, thinking to himself, so you are this kind of person, assigning newcomers to the government offices with simple jobs while you monopolize the fertile land and make a lot of money for yourself, right?

Fengjian Takusai knew what he was thinking from his expression, and extinguished his cigarette irritably, saying, "Whether you believe it or not, Jun and I have never received a penny from the gang."

"Yes, I believe it." Fushimi Shika's face was full of disbelief.

"The dragon and tiger pattern is a special tattoo for the Inagawa-kai wakatoku. There are rules in the underworld, and the tattoo artists are all their people." Kazama Takusai paused and continued, "Even if we go to the traffic department to check, it will probably be a waste of time. Gangs usually use fake license plates when kidnapping."

"Hey——" Fushimi Shika stretched out his tone: "The gang dared to kidnap the police." His words were self-evident. If Watanabe Shun hadn't taken the money, the gang would never have easily attacked the police. There must have been a conflict of interest, which made the Inagawa gang take the risk and kidnap the patrolman at the gate of the Koban.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Takuya Kazama really thought so in his heart.

He was silent for a long time, not knowing how to defend himself. In the end, he could only say dryly: "I know Ajun, he is not that kind of person."

"Maybe." Fushimi Shika shrugged.

He did have some favorable impression of the senior with a crew cut, not because Watanabe Shun gave him a knife, he was not such a superficial person, but mainly because Watanabe Shun had beaten up Nagashima Tsuyoshi without saying a word, and he thought Watanabe Shun was the kind of person who was not very smart but very righteous.

To put it nicely, it is a pure heart and the unity of knowledge and action; to put it bluntly, it is like a mountain gorilla that will charge for the tribe.

But people always change, and Fushimi Shika never hesitates to speculate on people's hearts with the greatest malice.

"Next, I plan to ask the Inagawa-kai officials for the person. Even if they didn't kidnap the person, they can't escape responsibility, after all, they are the ones who sell the decks in this area."

As he spoke, Kazama Takusai glanced at him and said, "To be honest, it's very dangerous. You can't bring a gun when you meet the cadres. Once you go in, you will be at the mercy of others. I don't force you to go with me. It's not too late to leave now."

Fushimi Shika let out a "tsk", feeling that it was quite boring for Kazama Takusai to be playing such tricks.

"Lead the way," he said impatiently.

Kazama Takusai looked at him seriously, as if he was re-evaluating him in his heart. After a moment, he lit another cigarette, put his hands in his windbreaker pockets, and strode towards the alley on the right side of the street.

Fushimi Shika followed, and the two of them walked into the narrow alley one after the other. The last ray of sunlight sank into the snow, and night fell, and the road ahead was pitch black.

They had not gone far before they were stopped.

Two young men in ragged jackets stood at the end of the alley, staring at them with unfriendly faces. They were obviously the younger brothers who were responsible for guarding the gate for the Inagawa Society. Kazama Takusai turned on the flashlight, shone it on his face, and whispered, "It's me."

"He wasn't wearing a police uniform, so I didn't recognize him," said my younger brother.

"I didn't bring any pufferfish," Kazama Takusai raised his hands, "I want to discuss business with Mr. Zuozhu, can't I come in?"

'Puffer' is slang for a pistol.

The two brothers looked at each other, asked their boss for permission through the intercom, and after receiving a positive response, they stepped forward and searched the two men carefully.

"No problem," my brother smiled and said, "I hope you two have fun."

Takusai Kazama said nothing. He pushed open the iron gate at the end of the alley, and the pungent smell of perfume mixed with the stench of sweat hit him in the face. Fushimi Shika followed closely behind him, looking around curiously, and saw that the lobby of the apartment had been transformed into a dance hall, with laser lights flashing red and yellow. On the stage, four or five hot dancers were twisting their bodies in enchanting postures, and a group of men and women were drinking and reveling in the audience.

"What do you usually do on patrol?" Fushimi Shika was very curious.

Kazama Takusai did not give a direct answer. He said casually: "Don't underestimate the police uniform. It represents the Metropolitan Police Department and demonstrates the power of the government."

(End of this chapter)