The Tokyo Police Journey Begins with the Ability to See Evil Thoughts

From the day I set foot on Tokyo, I knew this city wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined.

So-called samurai are nothing but useless people who spend all day swinging their swords at straws.

What era are we living in? Even Mexican cowboys know to use sneaky shots instead of foolishly engaging in duels, and these guys still can't handle guns...

No, there are still some good parts.

For example, women.

The gang leader who brought me to Tokyo, his wife is quite my type.

But after a deep conversation with her a few days ago, the woman pulled out some things and said something about "making the game more exciting".

I refused on the spot, pulled up my pants and left—I suspected she was racist, thinking that all Americans loved to smoke marijuana, and that she must be out of her mind.

If she gets really carried away with this, and her husband comes back soon, I'll be dead.

It turned out later that the one with a bad brain was the club leader; it was actually his idea for his wife to seduce me...

The Japanese call this something like "eccentricity," but I've forgotten the exact word.

Anyway, I understood from then on.

—These people are all sick, and there's no cure for them.

So when I received the assignment to deliver the "goods" to Shibuya, I had absolutely no hope for my two teammates.

They're inhuman, so stupid as to say things like, "This kind of task is extremely simple, it's just a matter of driving there for a few hours."

If I hadn't insisted that the driver drive around Tokyo first, he really would have driven directly from Yokohama Port to Shibuya Station.

Unfortunately, despite all the preparations, we were still spotted by the cops in the end...

Those two idiots completely distrusted me and didn't take the cars following behind them seriously at all.

There was no other way, so I found a corner to make them slow down, tore off a sofa cushion to cushion my fall, grabbed a pistol and a samurai sword, and jumped out of the car...

Damn it, this place is full of idiots. I need to find a way to get back to China right away.

……

It's night, Dogen Bannan.

Lance paid the bill and walked out of the barbershop with his black hair.

His maternal grandmother had some Asian ancestry, and as long as he removed his original blonde hair and wore a mask, he could almost completely hide in the crowd and not be recognized.

Several hours passed without any further information from above. Lance figured his two teammates had probably been captured. He had no intention of staying to observe and decided to leave Shibuya under the cover of night.

He didn't know what the goods being transported were, but judging from his fee, they shouldn't be anything simple.

If he were caught by the Japanese police and investigated by the embassy, ​​he would most likely be forcibly deported and face hundreds of years in prison upon his return—after all, even the name "Lance" was obtained by killing a waiter at a Western restaurant and stealing his identity…

As he passed a street with few pedestrians, Lance spotted his target, took out a wire from his pocket, and inserted it into the keyhole.

In just a few seconds, he opened the car door and calmly got in.

The screwdriver was inserted into the lock hole, and with a twist, the plastic cover cracked open, and the lock cylinder, along with the wire, popped out.

Lance found the two wires, touched them back and forth, and the engine started immediately.

He drove to a place with more pedestrian traffic and finally stopped in front of a woman wearing a short skirt.

"Can you drive?" Lance asked.

The woman paused slightly, then nodded to indicate that she would.

"Then get in the car." Lance said succinctly, and casually pulled a wad of cash from his pocket.

The other person couldn't quite understand his broken Japanese, but recognized Fukuzawa Yukichi on the banknote.

Knowing that they had hit a large truck tonight, he smiled and nodded repeatedly as he opened the car door:

Are you a foreigner? Which hotel would you like to stay at?

"Don't ask, you'll get your share of the benefits," Lance said.

He certainly wasn't really looking for prostitutes; he was just thinking that if he were accidentally found by the police, at least he would have hostages to use.

The vehicle drove out of Shibuya's main urban area and slowly headed towards the outskirts.

The woman in the passenger seat didn't ask any more questions, assuming that this guest enjoyed playing outdoor games.

So even when Lance later took off his belt and let her tie her own hands, the woman just nodded happily and said she wanted more money.

……

At 10 p.m., Kamiya Gen was still speeding down the street with Muheyou in his car.

If it weren't for the white socks tied around the latter's head, people who didn't know better would have thought these two were a couple of street racers.

"Are you sure it's the 246 line heading towards Kawasaki? If you ask me, we might as well just leave it at that. Anyway, the arrest operation was a complete success, and it's not a big deal that one suspect got away."

Kamiya Gen shouted to those behind him. He was riding so hard that his hands and feet were getting cold, and he didn't know how the guy behind him was managing to keep up.

"I'm pretty sure that the 246 line can perfectly avoid the police blockade, and there are many places along the way where you can hide in the mountains. That guy will definitely take this route after he steals the car."

Muheyou, looking down at her phone in the back row, added, "Also, he took a hostage on the roadside while he was running away. If we don't catch him, who knows what might happen to the hostage."

"You could contact the Kawasaki police to arrest him; you also have a head injury..."

Kamiya Gen wanted to persuade her to give up the pursuit, but when he felt Kiha Yu's hand around his waist, he stopped talking.

"It seems to be that one? Can you see the license plate number?"

Muheyou suddenly spoke up.

Kamiya Gen then looked ahead and indeed saw the black sedan that Muhe You had mentioned on the national highway. He silently activated his Night Vision Lv3 ability and saw the license plate number.

"Tokyo 597629, that's the car you mentioned. The driver is male, with black hair, and about 1.82 meters tall. The passenger is female, about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a blue and white vest, black shorts, and stockings of... "

"How can you see so clearly?" Muheyou interrupted.

"Is this wrong?"

Kamiya Gen was somewhat speechless, feeling that she was influencing him, and continued,

"She really was taken hostage. The woman's hands were bound with a belt, but she didn't seem to resist. She even seemed to want to reach out and touch the suspect, but wait? He refused, cursed at the woman, and judging from his lip movements, he was saying something like, 'We haven't reached the ground yet...'"

Mu Heyou pinched his waist and said angrily:

"Speed ​​up and catch up!"

After saying that, she took out a walkie-talkie, preparing to arrange for police to block the road ahead.

Kamiya Gen did not do as instructed. He suspected that if he actually caught up with the car, the guy behind him might try to pry open the car door.

This isn't an action movie, do you really think it's that easy to grab people's attention?

Once the Kawasaki police have made their arrangements, they will stop the car sooner or later. The two of them just need to follow quietly behind.

However, at that moment, he noticed something amiss ahead and quickly reduced his speed:

"That person has spotted us..."

hiss - hiss -

Two brake screechs sounded almost simultaneously as Kamiya Gen brought the motorcycle to a stop.

As the firelight flared up.

He pressed Muheyou's head down.

The bullets grazed the scalps of both men.