Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 178 - 100: In an Instant, Black and White

Chapter 178: Chapter 100: In an Instant, Black and White

It’s essential to understand that gun skills also vary in levels.

On a fixed horizontal line, with prolonged aiming and repeated shooting, even an ordinary person with no understanding of swordsmanship has a chance to slice a bullet. Correspondingly, if the gap in skill level between the swordsman and the gunman is too vast, a master swordsman can predict in advance through the gunman’s aiming time and deflect the bullet.

Kazama Chihime encounters Inakawa Association thugs and can bully them with their poor gun skills. When she meets Minamoto Tamako, a professional, she can also bully her due to her need for prolonged aiming—however, when she encounters criminal police with long-term live-ammunition training, all she can do is run away.

The father and daughter meet again, without any greetings. Kazama Chihime doesn’t have time to ask how he escaped the warehouse, only hearing three gunshots in succession—Kazama Tatsuya shoots first without a word.

Kazama Chihime sidesteps and evades two bullets but is shot in the abdomen.

Her body sways. Suddenly, she lunges forward with incredible speed, as if shrinking the earth into inches, using Triangular True Step to dodge two bullets in succession, slashing horizontally. Kazama Tatsuya doesn’t dodge or evade, lifting his gun and pulling the trigger at his daughter’s forehead!

A life-or-death moment!

In an instant, there’s a clanging sound as Fushimi Roku intercepts downward with pliers; Kazama Chihime jerks her head, and the bullet shatters half of the mask on her face.

The three are momentarily frozen, and in less than half a second, Kazama Chihime spins and counter slashes at Fushimi Roku. The latter can’t block in time, bending backward, the sword tip grazing his neck. Before he can catch his breath, Kazama Chihime advances with another slash, fierce and swift.

Fushimi Roku dodges embarrassingly, struggling to move left and right; Kazama Tatsuya seizes the opportunity to retreat, creating distance, and fires another shot, hitting Kazama Chihime’s chest. Her Sword Dao uniform is torn, revealing the bulletproof vest underneath.

Taking advantage of her instability, Fushimi Roku spins his steel pliers round and smashes down; Kazama Chihime blocks hastily, stumbling two steps.

One step back, then another. Fushimi Roku and Kazama Tatsuya attack from left and right, one for melee combat, the other for ranged support, forcing Kazama Chihime into a constant retreat.

"Protect the leader!"

The Heavenly Punishment Group shouted, charging with blades. Only then did the Search Squad and Inakawa Association come to their senses, scrambling to get up and retreat to avoid the crazy bunch throwing bombs again.

Minamoto Tamako, perched on the chair back, tensed her face and fired precise shots. The leading Heavenly Punishment Group members took bullets to the thighs, falling one after another and blocking the passage.

The scene grew more chaotic, Kazama Chihime darted around using Fushimi Roku as a human shield, blocking Kazama Tatsuya’s shooting path. After understanding Fushimi Roku’s attack habits, she reversed the suppression, holding her own against two opponents, becoming braver as the fight continued, laughing heartily as she swung her blade.

"You forced me! Grenade! Get down!"

Fushimi Roku pulled a steel ball box from his pocket and chucked it at Kazama Chihime’s face. She instinctively deflected it, and the rolling steel balls scattered on the aisle like a shower of meteors. As Kazama Chihime’s foot slipped, she nearly fell.

The two met each other’s gaze, suddenly growing eerily silent for a moment.

"Why the hell aren’t you shooting!!" Fushimi Roku yelled angrily.

It was hard for him to secure such a good opportunity, yet Kazama Tatsuya didn’t shoot, failing at the crucial moment. Was he perhaps soft-hearted towards his own daughter?!

"No bullets!!" Kazama Tatsuya shouted.

The gun in his hand, a SIG Sauer P220 pistol, has only an 8-round magazine and was emptied in less than two minutes.

"I have!" Minamoto Tamako raised her hand, relieved by her foresight.

"If you have them, why aren’t you shooting?!" Fushimi Roku was even more furious.

Minamoto Tamako, like an apprentice who had messed up, hurriedly fired shots, but each time she pulled the trigger, she took several seconds to aim, even Fushimi Roku found it too slow. The ground was covered with rolling steel balls, and Kazama Chihime couldn’t maneuver in the aisle. She could only raise her sword to deflect and slash away several bullets.

The more Minamoto Tamako shot, the less confident she became, and the less confident she was, the longer she took to aim. Kazama Tatsuya stepped aside, gripping the gun with his teeth, reached into Minamoto Tamako’s pocket to retrieve a magazine, reloaded, and chambered a round by striking it against a chair back.

Seeing this, Kazama Chihime lunged forward, gripping the car door’s edge, swinging her body to leap onto the roof.

Fushimi Roku thought to himself, what’s this garbage game now—horizontal game turned MOBA, with distinct top and bottom lanes. Isn’t high ground dominance just straitjacket-worthy? Before he could say ’retreat,’ he saw Kazama Tatsuya sprinting, scaling the walls on both sides of the aisle, reaching the car roof, and performing a one-arm pull-up to climb up from the other side.

Fushimi Roku wanted to observe from above, but the Heavenly Punishment Group was charging up again. Without Minamoto Tamako to distract them earlier, the members kicked away the steel balls and rushed into the compartment. Fushimi Roku swung his pliers, smashing the lead attacker’s head—if he couldn’t defeat Kazama Chihime, could he not handle these minions?

With someone leading the charge, the Search Squad and Inakawa Association regained their momentum. Everyone spread out, mimicking Fushimi Roku and Kazama Tatsuya’s tactics earlier; the gang engaged in melee, the police fired from behind. When someone died, they filled the gap, pressing forward step by step.

As the compartment fell into a chaotic brawl, the two on the roof grew quiet.

Kazama Tatsuya’s gun skills far surpassed Minamoto Tamako’s, not just by a little bit. This isn’t the car’s interior; if you fall, you’ll either die or be crippled. Once the distance is widened, he has absolute confidence in knocking Kazama Chihime off.

The car roof was covered with a thin layer of snow. The train sped across a bridge, distant waves surging, and clouds connecting the sky and sea, with thunder rumbling continuously.

The two were separated, confronting each other in the wind and snow.

"Shoot," Kazama Chihime flipped her blade in a flourish, standing sideways, dragging the blade: "Kill me, this evildoer, and continue being your good policeman."

"Do you think I can’t bring myself to do it?" Kazama Tatsuya asked.

"How could that be? Wasn’t my mother killed by you? What else are you unwilling to bear?" Kazama Chihime said.

"She was ill, I was sending her for treatment; you are also sick, put down the knife, turn back, and you can serve your sentence after receiving treatment..."

"Ha! I’m not sick...neither was she." Kazama Chihime sneered.

"Did she teach you to become like this?" Kazama Tatsuya asked.

"It’s not your place to speak about her." Kazama Chihime said.

"Is it my fault then?" Kazama Tatsuya countered.

"Isn’t it? It’s always been your fault."

"What did I do wrong? Was I supposed to pretend not to see her when she almost killed someone? Was I supposed to turn a blind eye when she stabbed my eye? What was wrong with sending her to a hospital for treatment? Is it wrong that I don’t want you to repeat her mistakes? You killed someone, she made mistakes, how could there be no consequences—"

"Dad!" Kazama Chihime cried out loudly.

This shout is more hurtful than any sword.

Kazama Chihime enunciated each word, with tears in her voice, questioning:

"Are you a police officer or my father?"

"Are you a police officer or her husband?"

At this moment, Kazama Tatsuya finally understood the true meaning of Kamei Yuusaku’s question. His eyes turned red, hot tears welled up, blurring his vision.

"Can’t I be all?" he asked.

Kazama Chihime raised her blade, pointing it at her father, the blade splitting the mask on her face into two in the thunderlight, showing distinct black and white.

"Funny, I both want heavenly punishment and to be your daughter...can’t I be all?"

Kazama Tatsuya gritted his teeth, raising his gun, making his choice.

Even if he transferred positions proactively, even if he fled to Hokkaido, the sins of the past still entangled him like fate, causing him to walk in the darkness unbeknownst.

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