Chapter 93 Daochuan Meeting
"Ah, it's snowing."
Fushimi Lu secretly thought that he was unlucky and had no intention of admiring the snow scene.
It's bad enough to be out in the field on a cold day, but you have to work with your boss - Kazama Takusai is the instructor of Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako. If you really want to talk about it, he is indeed their superior. .
Neither of them wore police uniforms when they went out. In order to keep warm, Fushimi Lu put on a bread suit and a red scarf, wrapping himself into a bear. On the other hand, Kazama Takusai, wearing a brown trench coat and holding a Custer cigarette in his mouth, looks like a tough male lead from a TV series at first glance.
He said he wanted to investigate, but Kazama Takusai did not go to the traffic department. Fushimi Lu didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
"Have you brought your police gun?" Kazama Takusai exhaled a breath of white mist.
"I didn't bring it with me." You didn't say anything when Fushimi Lu wanted to go out. Only halfway did you ask, were you deliberately looking for trouble?
"Do you know whose territory that is?" Kazama Takusai asked again.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood at the intersection of Taqie. The yellow and black railings stood like antennas, the warning lights were on green, and the tram drove away along the wire rails.
Fushimi Shikama remembers that when he took a taxi from the airport to meet him, the taxi driver stopped opposite Takiri.
Now that I think about it, I feel like Sugamo isn't as chaotic as he said! Although there are people flying leaves, pimping, graffiti, and committing massacres, in fact, there is order in the chaos. Everyone is trying to live their own lives and behave peacefully when the police 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 Minamoto Tamako patrol daily; he followed Kazama Takusai's hand and pointed to the right side of the street. There is also an apartment building, and Kazama Takusai and Watanabe Shun are usually in charge of daily operations. patrol.
"Is that your territory?" Fushimi Shika asked.
"Let's get down to business." Kazama Takusai didn't want to talk to him.
Fushimi Shika originally wanted to say that you were the one who told the Riddler first, but when he saw Kazama Takusai’s expression of death, he had no choice but to honestly say ‘I don’t know’.
"You should know about the Inagawa meeting, right?" Kazama Takusai asked again.
"I've heard of it." Fushimi Shika nodded.
As the second largest designated violence group in Japan, the Inagawa Kai's position has always been awkward. The Yamaguchi-gumi is pressing on them above, and the Sumiyoshi Kai is watching eagerly below. They have been trying to get ashore in vain over the years, but they have never been able to lose their tail.
The Yamaguchi-gumi can collude with senior officials to engage in smuggling and export trade, and the Sumiyoshi-kai can drive up land prices and engage in real estate business. Only Inagawa-kai has no roots. Its main business is operating casinos, loan sharking, selling white powder, organizing prostitution, extortion, and finance. Scams, etc., can indeed bring you quick money, but once you get it, you can’t wash it off.
"Inagawa Association has a branch in Nishi Sugamo. Usually Ajun and I are responsible for inspections, and we often encounter situations where someone stuffs money." Kazama Takusai squinted his eyes and took a deep breath from the cigarette. sky, looking at the apartment buildings under the snow.
Fushimi Lu's face changed slightly, thinking that you are the kind of person who assigns newcomers to Qingshui Yamen and keeps the fertile fields to yourself, right?
Looking at his expression, Kazama Takusai knew what he was thinking. He put out his cigarette butt in annoyance and said: "Whether you believe it or not, Ajun and I have never received a penny from the gang."
"Ang, I believe it." Fushimi Lu's face was full of disbelief.
"The dragon and tiger pattern is the exclusive tattoo of Inakawa Huiwatou. There are rules on the road, and the tattoo artists are also their people." Kazama Takusai paused and continued: "Even if you go to the traffic department to check, it is probably a waste of time. , gangsters usually use decked cars to kidnap people.”
"Eh-" Fushimi Shika said in a long tone: "The gang dared to kidnap the police." The meaning of his words was self-evident. If Shun Watanabe confiscated the money, the gang would never attack the police easily. There must be a conflict of interest that would make Daochuan take the risk and kidnap the patrolman at the gate of Jiaoban.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Kazama Takusai did think 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 Arjun, he is not that kind of person."
"Maybe." Fushimi Shika shrugged.
He does have a good impression of the senior who likes to comb his hair, not because Watanabe Shun gave him a knife. He is not such a superficial person, but mainly because Watanabe Shun pressed Nagashima Gou without saying a word. Zhi beat him up violently. At that time, he felt that Watanabe Shun was the kind of person who was not very smart but very righteous.
To put it nicely, it is called a pure heart, uniting knowledge and action; to put it worst, it is like a mountain gorilla, who will charge for the tribe.
But people will always change, and Fushimi Shika is always not afraid to speculate on people's hearts with the greatest malice.
"Next, I plan to go to the Daochuan Association officials to ask for the person. Even if they didn't kidnap the person, they can't get away with it. After all, they are also selling the decks in this area."
As he said that, Kazama Takusai glanced at him: "To be honest, it's very dangerous. You can't bring guns with you when you see cadres. Once you get in, you can only let the people eat you. I don't force you to go with me. It's still too late to leave now."
Fushimi Shika let out a 'tsk' sound, feeling that it was boring for Kazama Takusai to play with such fancy things.
"Lead the way." He said impatiently.
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Kazama Takusai looked at him seriously, seeming to be reassessing him in his mind. After a while, he lit another cigarette, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, 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 another. The last ray of sunlight just sank into the snow. Night fell, and the road ahead was pitch black.
They didn't go far before they were stopped.
Two young men in ragged coats stood at the end of the alley, staring at them with unkind expressions. They were obviously the younger brothers responsible for guarding the door of the Daochuan Society. Kazama Takusai turned on the flashlight, shined it on his face, and whispered: "It's me."
"I'm not wearing a police uniform, so I don't know him," said his brother.
"I didn't bring the pufferfish," Kazama Takusai raised his hands: "I want to discuss business with Mr. Zuo Zhu, can't I come in?"
‘Blowfish’ is a slang term for a pistol.
The two younger brothers looked at each other and asked for permission via the walkie-talkie. After receiving a positive reply, they stepped forward to search their bodies carefully.
"No problem," my brother-in-law smiled: "I wish you two a good time."
Kazama Takusai didn't say a word. He pushed open the iron door at the end of the alley, and the pungent smell of perfume mixed with the stench of sweat hit his face. Fushimi Shika followed closely and looked around curiously. He saw that the apartment lobby had been transformed into a ballroom, with red and yellow laser lights flashing. Four or five hot-figured dancers were twisting their enchanting figures on the stage. A group of men and women exchanged cups and had a revelry.
"What do you usually do on patrol?" Fushimi Lu was curious.
Kazama Takusai did not answer directly. He said casually: "Don't underestimate that police uniform. It represents the Metropolitan Police Department and demonstrates the power of the government."
(End of chapter)