Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 223 - 144: Drinking Buddies Are True Brothers

Chapter 223: Chapter 144: Drinking Buddies Are True Brothers

Watanabe Shun listened to Minamoto Tamako’s reasoning process in the car, and once again showered her with metaphorical praise, perfectly fitting the role of the ’stupid assistant’.

Initially, Minamoto Tamako was quite pleased, but after Watanabe Shun asked several stupid questions in a row, she gradually found it dull... After all, being called smart by an idiot doesn’t seem like something worth celebrating.

She might have been happy before, but now she’s already a Criminal Police officer! How can she secretly giggle at the assistant’s praise?! Tamako, oh Tamako, you need to grow up!

Minamoto Tamako cleared her throat, signaling Watanabe Shun to pay attention to the surveillance.

The two sat in the car, staring at the underground parking lot exit through the window. After waiting for a long time without seeing anyone, Minamoto Tamako involuntarily started daydreaming, imagining if Mr. Fushimi praised her intelligence, what the feeling would be like.

In her mind, a scenario unfolded: Mr. Fushimi pitifully squatting in a corner, Aum Truth Sect cultists swinging a whip, lashing upon Mr. Fushimi’s back, making him whimper, which seemed somewhat satisfying just to think about...

Immediately after, Officer Tamako descends like a Divine Weapon, kicking open the door, light streaming in, illuminating Mr. Fushimi’s dirty face. He looks up, only able to see a tall silhouette against the light... That’s right! It’s Captain Tamako! She arrives at the crucial moment, descending like a savior to rescue her partner!

Mr. Fushimi, tearful, regrets the cold war, temper tantrums, disappearing act, and lack of reporting from recent times, intending to apologize to Officer Tamako, only to be lashed again.

The believers of Aum Truth Sect gathered around intending to resist with guns, but they never expected that Officer Tamako, after special training during this period, became a sharpshooter... With two gunshots echoing, the villains fell, and Officer Tamako blew the gun barrel, looking so cool that Mr. Fushimi got a nosebleed, desperately wishing to apologize to Officer Tamako immediately...

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t help but laugh out loud while imagining this scenario.

Watanabe Shun quickly craned his neck to look carefully, still seeing no one coming down, then turned to ask, "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Minamoto Tamako felt guilty.

These things are just for thinking about privately; if someone else knew, she’d lose face completely.

Watanabe Shun had no doubts, simply assuming Minamoto Tamako thought of something happy. He sometimes thought of happy things and chuckled like a fool, but now wasn’t the time to daydream; they’ve been waiting for almost half an hour without seeing anyone.

"Could we have guessed wrong?" Watanabe Shun rolled down the car window, "What if they’re just gathered to play Mahjong?"

Japanese Mahjong is called ’Mahjong’ in Japanese, and casinos often open more than a dozen tables, with everyone gathered in a hall gambling happily. Watanabe Shun had seen this before but didn’t play much because he didn’t understand it.

Minamoto Tamako snapped back to reality, feeling a bit bewildered. She truly lacked confidence because it was all guesswork; the Inakawa Association might not necessarily be fighting, nor necessarily going to save Zhao Chunshu...

"Why don’t we go up and check?" Minamoto Tamako suggested.

Watanabe Shun smiled confidently, thinking it’s finally time for him, the grand master, to show his skills. As a senior, how can he be easily outdone by a junior? He took out a pager from his pocket, sending messages one by one, asking ’Are you drinking?’

A moment later, the pager beeped continuously.

’Can’t go, on a mission.’

’Going to fight.’

’Out on business, will drink celebratory wine upon return.’

...

Watanabe Shun picked out a few chatterboxes like him and continued paging them to ask where they were going.

’Inconvenient to say, suffice to say not in the city.’

’Birdless wasteland of Arakawa District.’

’In East Ooku, forgot to bring toilet paper, can you help with delivering a roll? Emergency help.’

...

They’re neither going to fight nor going to rob; they’re just going to rescue someone, so why keep it under wraps? The boss and executives didn’t instruct to keep it secret, so the drunken bunch naturally said whatever they thought.

Minamoto Tamako observed for a long time before realizing that the Inakawa Association members directly took several vans out, not bothering to drive individually from the underground parking lot... She had been accustomed to being a lady, unaware that the real transport tool for gangs is vans.

"You’re amazing, Senior Watanabe..." She couldn’t help but compliment.

Watanabe Shun ’hummed’ twice, raising his head confidently, almost lifting his pompadour sky-high, looking incredibly pleased: "It’s nothing, each person has their own strengths and weaknesses, that’s why everyone needs to work together!"

Minamoto Tamako had a sudden realization, feeling her previous mindset of wanting to be first in everything was too narrow... As long as she can surpass Mr. Fushimi in some aspect, it’s already considered a victory!

Once she understood this, she felt at ease with renewed energy.

The two confirmed the target location, Watanabe Shun turned the steering wheel wildly, slammed down the accelerator, laughing and shouting: "Ready to set off!" With a drift, he turned out of the parking lot, frightening Minamoto Tamako pale, grabbing the car handle urgently.

"Slow down! Slow down! Be careful!"

Minamoto Tamako shouted twice, but Watanabe Shun turned a deaf ear, running several red lights, speeding all the way to Arakawa District, rushing along the countryside roads.

While passing through the factory area, Watanabe Shun didn’t pay attention at all. He drove for a kilometer or two until Minamoto Tamako heard gunshots behind them. She stuck her head out and looked back, "We might have passed it... Didn’t you hear the gunshots?"

"Gunshots? What gunshots..."

Watanabe Shun hit the brakes, listened for a moment, and the wind across the wilderness faintly carried the sound of gunfire. He quickly turned the car around, heading back to the factory area, where the gunfire became clearer and more intense. Minamoto Tamako anxiously looked around but couldn’t see anyone, with fences and walls blocking her view.

"They’re really fighting!"

Watanabe Shun parked the car by the roadside, and the two took out handguns from the gun case, checked the ammunition, confirmed everything was fine, and immediately pulled open the car door to get out.

The fence had signs [No Entry], and the iron gates on the walls were locked. The roof had inscriptions of Aum Truth Sect, indicating they were not mistaken about the location. Given the urgent situation, Criminal Police officers hear gunshots and have the right to break into private areas.

Minamoto Tamako, with both hands gripping the gun, leaned against the wall and exchanged a glance with Watanabe Shun, who then charged ahead, firing two shots to break the door lock and kicked open the iron gate on the wall; Minamoto Tamako covered, carefully observing the side dead angles to ensure no one was there before proceeding with Watanabe Shun.

The gunfire sounded from inside the northern factory, crashing like firecrackers.

Minamoto Tamako felt a twinge of anxiety, worrying about seeing Fushimi Roku’s corpse inside, hesitating for a moment; Watanabe Shun didn’t have such concerns, he gestured mysteriously and sneaked around to the factory’s vent, stepping on a trash can to peek inside.

"How is it looks inside?" Minamoto Tamako asked anxiously.

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