Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 105 - 27: Emergency Arrest

Chapter 105: Chapter 27: Emergency Arrest

"Task completed"

"Congratulations on earning 2 skill points"

A system notification popped up before Fushimi Roku, and with a thought, he opened his personal panel.

...

"Name: Fushimi Roku"

"Age: 23"

"Personal Attributes: Intelligence A, Will A, Endurance A, Strength C, Speed A"

"Personal Skills: Culinary Skills Lv2, Negotiation and Debate Lv7, Logical Integration Lv8, Evidence Forgery Lv8, Tracking Skill Lv2, Lock Opening Skill Lv1, Grapple Skill Lv3, Handgun Specialization Lv1, Psychological Guidance Lv1"

"Attribute points balance: 7"

"Skill points balance: 2"

...

He allocated all his attribute points balance into Strength, then upgraded Grapple Skill to Lv5, crossing that skill cap threshold, reaching the so-called ’Grandmaster’ level.

In a martial arts novel, at this moment, Fushimi Roku would be experiencing enlightenment at Dragon Field, perceiving countless sages of the past arriving in droves, Teacher Ye, Teacher Li, Teacher Binny... Everyone channeling their energy, pushing their palms forth, unblocking his meridians.

But in reality, Fushimi Roku only felt his stomach growling, and even a little bit like he wanted to fart. He had been carrying Taira Sakurako around all day to rack up steps, hadn’t eaten through the night, and finally got a chance to freeload a drink of the unheard ’Moemoe Achu Bouncy JK Girl’s Heart Drink’, which was split by Kaga Keido and Kazama Tatsuya, absolutely absurd!

Now that he’d had his fun, he was ready to get down to business.

Fushimi Roku stood up, stepped forward, and blocked the room’s entrance. Under the startled gazes of everyone, he took out a police badge from his pocket, slapped it open, and held it in front of the bald man.

"Hello, I am Fushimi Roku, the Nakagawara Station front Patrol police, badge number TD070, and I am now arresting you urgently for the crime of intentional murder..." He gestured with his mouth towards the corpse of the woman in the kimono: "Anyone have any objections?"

Kaga Keido and Kazama Tatsuya were dumbfounded. They instinctively thought Fushimi Roku must have wrapped a circle of dynamites around his waist to say such a thing;

Inakawa Yuuhi and Oouchi Kenichi suddenly remembered that Fushimi Roku was also a policeman. With a dead body present, a policeman couldn’t ignore it;

Even Zhao Chunshu, who had been silent, raised his head and grinned, saying ’brave.’

"Die!"

The bald man raised his hand and pulled the trigger, the bullet grazed Fushimi Roku’s coat, the two were only a step apart. The latter twisted his waist, grabbing his wrist with his right hand, fiercely twisting it back, his left palm slapped down on the bald man’s head, twisting forcefully, making the bald man spin like a ballerina partner in place.

In an instant, gunfire erupted, and the other henchmen didn’t care if Fushimi Roku held a hostage. Kazama Tatsuya reacted the fastest, pouncing forward, snuffing out the candle with his palm, making the room even darker; Kaga Keido also caught on, helping to extinguish other candles.

In the darkness, the muzzle fire constantly flickered, like a choppy film.

Oouchi Kenichi screamed, then abruptly fell silent. Fighting sounds, roaring, and the crisp sounds of bones breaking resounded in the room continuously.

In less than a minute, the gunfire gradually subsided, leaving only sporadic gunshots, screams, and muffled groans echoing one after another.

After another four to five minutes, the room quieted down, footsteps vaguely echoed as the survivors lay on the ground, hardly daring to breathe.

"Does anyone have a smoke?"

Fushimi Roku’s voice sounded from the center of the room: "Lend me a light, to light a lamp."

There was a moment of silence in the room. He said with some impatience, "Say something, are you all dead?"

"Officer Kaga has a light." Kazama Tatsuya’s voice came from the corner of the room, slightly hoarse as if speaking with a constricted throat.

Immediately, someone clicked their tongue, there was a crisp metallic click, and a flame flickered.

In the dim flame, one could barely see a heap of people lying scattered on the tatami. Kaga Keido shielded the flame with his hand and relit the candles. He glanced around, seeing all the henchmen lying on the ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Police! Nobody move!"

Kaga Keido picked up a handgun, revitalizing his demeanor as an investigation officer. He pointed to Oouchi Kenichi, huddled in a corner, signaling Kazama Tatsuya to call for reinforcements. From this situation, the police could execute an urgent arrest. Even if it was a yakuza boss, killing someone in front of the police, they’d still have to be taken into custody... Of course, that depends on the survival of the eyewitnesses.

Sazaki Gen, Zhao Chunshu, and Inakawa Yuuhi were nowhere to be seen, probably taking advantage of the chaos to flee.

Kazama Tatsuya looked around in bewilderment, growing more and more shocked. He carefully counted, besides the bald man, there were eight other men lying on the ground, all injured, disarmed, with several bloody holes in their joints— as for the bald man, he was riddled with holes, shot like a sieve by his subordinates.

Kazama Tatsuya turned to look again, Fushimi Roku stood in the center of the room with a ballpoint pen in his left hand and a nail clipper in his right. Besides being a bit out of breath, he looked as if nothing had happened.

"You... did this?" Kazama Tatsuya asked.

"Self-defense, they won’t die, I know the limits." Fushimi Roku washed his hands with the remaining sake, then clipped the nail clipper back onto his keychain: "Officer Kaga’s urging you to call for reinforcements, go quickly, the sooner the report is done, the sooner I can go back and catch up on sleep."

Kazama Tatsuya was about to have the word ’suspicion’ written all over his face. Amidst the shock, he couldn’t help wondering where Fushimi Roku had acquired such skills before entering police school— Fushimi Roku was just a freshly graduated college student.

Kaga Keido emphasized again, urging Kazama Tatsuya several more times. Even now, he didn’t quite dare to command Fushimi Roku to do anything. Even with a gun in hand, he didn’t feel particularly safe.

Kazama Tatsuya reluctantly gave in. He didn’t ask any more questions and left the room hurriedly, going upstairs to call the police.

...

...

Meanwhile, the three of them were sprinting through the underground passage.

Sazaki Gen was in the lead, giving it all he had, sprinting towards the elevator doors.

Thanks to his sturdy suit, with plenty of elastic fabric, lightweight and soft lining, and even a double vent at the back, it felt just like a sports jacket, allowing him to run without any sense of restriction. He suddenly remembered that this suit was given to him by Ishii Takamasa. Though it was a bit ugly, it was really suitable for running away.

In contrast, Inakawa Yuuhi only ran a couple of steps before a tearing noise came from his clothing, likely from a snapped thread or a popped button. His tailored-fit suit, while looking dashing with an air of upper-class nonchalance, became a hindrance at critical moments.

"Stop him! Don’t let him get away!" Inakawa Yuuhi shouted.

Zhao Chunshu swung off his belt, dropping his trousers, and chased up in just a pair of blue shorts. It turned out that his dress pants had indeed been hindering his speed— after less than fifty meters, he was almost catching up with Sazaki Gen.

Hearing the footsteps growing closer, Sazaki Gen immediately shrugged off his jacket and tossed it behind him; then he fished card, wallet, watch, and other miscellaneous items from his trouser pocket, throwing them backward...

Zhao Chunshu, struggling to keep up, swept aside the jacket with his hand, but was caught off guard when a watch hidden among the flying business cards struck him on the nose, turning his vision black and nearly making him trip.

Falling behind in one step, missing each subsequent step.

Sazaki Gen dashed into the elevator first, gesturing towards the camera to signal an upward movement. The elevator doors slowly closed, the hinges buzzing, as Zhao Chunshu attempted a sliding step, almost slipping into the elevator; Sazaki Gen lunged forward, delivering a powerful kick, ejecting him.

Clang, the elevator shot upward swiftly.