The silver-gray Honda was thick with smoke; even opening the windows couldn't dispel the stench of continuous smoking. A silver-haired man in the passenger seat toyed with a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes, his black shirt sleeves lifted to reveal his exaggerated arm tattoo.

His name is Naohiro Okada, he is 34 years old and an unemployed vagrant.

Although he is not a rich second-generation, he does not need to worry about making a living because he is importing something strictly prohibited from overseas through informal channels - drugs.

Yes, he is a cunning drug dealer and a piece of trash hated by the world.

"Okada, how much can we earn after this job? I'm thinking of replacing this crappy car!"

The man driving the vehicle had dyed blond hair. He looked like a golden hedgehog whether viewed from a distance or up close. He had earrings, a nose ring, and a lip stud. He was smoking his seventh cigarette of the day, looking like a scoundrel.

No, to be precise, his style is not punk, but gangster style.

His name is Shosei Aoki, which sounds harmless enough, but he carries a life on his shoulders. Less than six months after his release from prison, he hooked up with Naohiro Okada and began his new criminal career.

"Oh, you're already thinking about dividing the loot before it's even delivered?" Okada Naohiro casually tossed the empty cigarette box into the back seat of the car. His gaze fell on the police officers standing guard at the nearby intersection. He said in an unpleasant tone, "What bad luck! We ran into traffic control."

"So what do you say? Should we turn around now?" asked Yoshio Aoki.

"You're a fucking idiot, aren't you? Turning around in a place like this isn't just a way of telling everyone, 'I'm suspicious, come arrest me!' Just stop. Judging from their looks, they're probably trainee police cadets. They won't cause much trouble."

Naohiro Okada rolled his eyes and thought he had to find a way to change his partner. If this man wasn't the brother of his wife Ryoko, he really didn't want to get rich with such a fool.

Aoki Shosei was not annoyed when being scolded. He smiled foolishly twice and slowly stopped the car. With the help of his think tank, the tension that had suddenly ignited on his face also dissipated.

But just when the red light turned green, he noticed that the young policeman standing at the intersection was waving his red command light stick towards him, as if he wanted to investigate them!

"Shit! We've won the lottery, what should we do, Okada?!"

"What else can we do? Just drive over there."

The silver-gray Honda slowly pulled to the side of the road. Fujiwara Yuu walked toward the door, leaned over, and performed the same gesture he had during the previous vehicle search. He looked at the driver, who clearly had the characteristics of a drug user, and saluted.

"Hello, please stop the engine, remove the key, and show your driver's license."

What came towards him was the stench of cigarettes, but Fujiwara Yu, who had a sensitive sense of smell, also smelled a faint sour smell, which was the sour smell emitted by the heroin after being heated... It seemed that this guy was driving under the influence of drugs.

"Here, take it."

Fujiwara Yu did not let his guard down. When he took the driver's license, he did not forget to observe the other party's arms. The skin on his hands was black and there were spots similar to tinea versicolor on his right arm. These are symptoms of long-term drug use.

He is indeed a drug addict!

The person next to him who doesn't show any signs of a drug addict...is probably a drug dealer.

Because many drug dealers will not touch drugs, they know very well that it is impossible to quit on their own once they are addicted to this stuff, so he does not show any signs of drug abuse.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Could you please get out of the car?"

While asking politely, Fujiwara Yu gave a kind smile to the unknown silver-haired man sitting in the passenger seat. He couldn't show his true colors at this time and had to remain calm.

Upon hearing this, Aoki Yoshio was about to open the door and get out of the car, but he didn't expect that as soon as he put his hand on the handlebar, Okada Naohiro directly refused:

"I'm sorry, we're in a hurry. My wife is seven months pregnant, and I'm worried about leaving her alone at home for a long time. I hope you can understand, Officer."

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing nearby, smiled and leaned forward after hearing this. His face flushed and his heart remained calm as he lied:

"Mr. Aoki, your trunk is open. Are you sure you don't need to check if there's anything missing?"

Upon hearing this, Aoki Shosei's face changed slightly. You know, he had hidden the goods to be traded today in the secret compartment of the trunk. If the goods were lost, it would be a big disaster!

He didn't even notice the hint from Naohiro Okada's eyes. He pushed the door open, got out of the car, and walked quickly towards the trunk. His anxious look also let Fujiwara and Morobushi know where the drugs were hidden.

When Aoki Yoshio saw that the trunk was not opened, he realized that he had been fooled by this seemingly gentle young policeman. He was so angry that he quickly took action, but he did not expect to be restrained by another policeman.

Fujiwara Yuu had known that his opponent would attack, so he had been on guard. When he saw Aoki throwing a punch at Kagemitsu, he quickly grabbed Aoki's wrist with his right hand and pulled it upward, restraining his opponent's movement while punching him in the abdomen with his right hand.

“Ugh!”

As a long-term drug addict, Shosei Aoki didn't have a good physique. He was so thin and malnourished that his limbs were weak. After being hit by this heavy punch, his grinning face looked particularly funny.

Zhu Fujingguang cooperated tacitly and dragged the man to the ground. He took off the handcuffs on the police multi-functional belt and controlled Aoki Xiangsheng. As soon as he looked up, he noticed that the silver-haired man who was originally in the co-pilot seat had moved to the main driver's seat.

"Fujiwara! This guy is trying to run away!"

"Sano, Nakatani, come over here for support!"

Taiichi Sano and Tomoka Nakatani, who were searching pedestrians across the street, quickly realized what was happening and waved their glow sticks to cross the road.

When they reached the opposite street, they also saw Fujiwara Yu rushing forward and lying on the roof of the car as the Honda sped away.

"Zhu Fu, what happened?"

Morofushi Kagemitsu had not expected Fujiwara to be so reckless and jump into the car without any regard for his own safety. He explained very quickly:

"The man we've arrested is suspected of driving under the influence. The one who escaped is most likely a drug dealer. Quickly use the intercom to contact the trainees on duty in the area. The getaway car is a silver-gray Honda with the license plate Tama 300 た 27-56!"

"Drug, drug dealer?!"

Their expressions changed. They had never expected such a serious incident to happen during their first patrol. However, after experiencing the instructor's murder, their state of mind was different.

Taiichi Sano quickly calmed down and took out his walkie-talkie to call the trainees on duty in the nearby area, asking them to report the situation immediately if they saw a silver-gray Honda with the license plate of Tama 300ta 27-56.

Tomoka Nakatani took out her cell phone and called the nearby police station, asking them to cooperate in a city-wide search.

Zhu Fujingguang was also not idle. His face was no longer as gentle as usual. His gray-blue eyes were filled with coldness. He pulled up Aoki Shosei, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, and said in a cold voice:

"Tell me the location of your transaction today, and the name of that guy!"