·96｜Exclusive to Jinjiang·96
Intelligent new police dogs.
The eerie moonlight cast a chilling glow as Kenji Hagiwara and his group gathered at an abandoned amusement park by the sea. During the last operation, only Hiromitsu Morofushi's group had obtained crucial intelligence.
The companies that collapsed during the bubble economy were like phantoms in the water, leaving only abandoned buildings. The grass, knee-high and with sharp edges, lay in ambush in the crisscrossing shadows, as Kenji Hagiwara and his companions, wearing police boots, waited for Rei Furuya to return.
Behind a tattered, dusty curtain on the third floor, a figure moved about. A man peered through the window, looking around. Kenji Hagiwara and the others lay prone or squatted, huddled in place, afraid to move, until the man, finding nothing amiss, left, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the room where people were moving around, a mother and child were tied to two chairs respectively; they were Hanajima Ichiro's wife and son. Lying weakly on the filthy floor, covered in dried moss, was Hanajima Ichiro himself. During his disappearance, he had only eaten a little bit of food.
A man stepped forward, grabbed Hanashima Ichiro's black hair, and lifted his head off the ground.
Hanajima Ichiro was one of the two targets the organization had spent six months selecting. Actually, the best target wasn't him, but another man, but unfortunately, that operation failed, so they had to settle for second best.
"Well, have you thought it through? Here's your police undercover agent list."
Hanajima Ichiro's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He glanced at the man with difficulty, then lowered his gaze as if making a silent resistance.
“Looks like you still haven’t figured it out,” the man said, shaking Hanashima Ichiro’s head from side to side. “But that’s alright, I have plenty of time.”
Behind them, another man pulled a syringe and a small ampoule filled with liquid from a black leather suitcase. He filled the ampoule with the syringe, pushed out a bit of the liquid, and walked toward Mrs. Huadao with a smile.
Hanajima Ichiro froze, his eyes wide with terror, his bluish eyelids swollen high: "What are you going to do! What are you going to do to my wife!"
Hanajima Ichiro's words sounded ridiculous, eliciting bursts of laughter from the crowd: "Who knows? It might be a slow-acting poison, or some kind of drug."
Another immediately burst into laughter and chimed in, "Maybe it's something you just can't get enough of."
But in reality, the syringe contained only ordinary glucose. They were just a group of members without even code names; how could they possibly have obtained those expensive substances? However, the organization probably never had much confidence in this operation from the beginning, which is why they chose this group of members.
If they succeed, they will gain more wealth and status. But if they fail, they will be discarded immediately, like a lizard shedding its tail.
The woman's screams and Ichiro Hanajima's roars echoed in the room. The man grabbed his wife's arm and stabbed her hard without a second thought.
Although the syringe only contained glucose, neither Hanajima Ichiro nor his wife knew this. Fear amplifies a woman's senses, and her vivid imagination becomes a deadly poison.
Mrs. Hanashima stared wide-eyed, filled with fear.
"Officer Hanashima, how about it? Do you remember now? The list of investigators from the Ministry of Public Security."
Hanajima Ichiro gritted his teeth, his face flushed red with extreme pain and anger. After hesitating for a long time, he closed his eyes tightly and remained silent.
"It seems not. But speaking of which, Officer, your wife is really beautiful. I wonder what her figure is like."
!!
Hanajima Ichiro's eyes widened suddenly, veins bulging on his neck: "If you really did it! The Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency will not let you off the hook!"
"Yeah."
Just as the man was about to utter some more threatening words, he saw the other person suddenly look towards the only entrance and exit: "Hmm?"
"What's wrong?"
"No... I have a feeling I saw a white creature at the door just now."
Upon hearing this, the man turned to look at the doorway: "Where?"
"Maybe I saw it wrong."
Meanwhile, Rei Furuya carried the white dog back to the wildly growing jungle outside the first-floor courtyard. Besides Hagiwara and the others, seven or eight people dispatched by the Public Security Bureau had already gathered downstairs, waiting for Rei Furuya's instructions.
Zhu Fujingguang: "How is it?"
Rei Furuya didn't say anything, only nodded. In front of a group of police officers, he put down the little dumpling he was holding, a child that the Metropolitan Police Department officers recognized very well.
public security:……
Everyone looked at each other, puzzled as to why they would see this little dog again in such a serious setting, the one that had once been carried away by a sniper from the SWAT team and a high-ranking police officer.
Ignoring the strange looks from those around him, Furuya Rei simply squatted down, smoothed the sand on the ground with his hand, and said to Segawa Yomi, "Have you memorized everything about what's inside?"
Huang Quan let out a soft howl, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he picked up a twig and began to draw a house structure diagram on the ground with his short legs.
Just now, Furuya Rei took her inside the building. Furuya Rei was in charge of climbing the stairs—Yomi's legs were too short to go up and down the stairs on her own—while Yomi was in charge of swaggering through the room full of obstacles without attracting anyone's attention, memorizing the internal structure and situation.
So the group of police officers just watched as the tiny little dumpling, no bigger than their palms, meticulously drew a building structure diagram on the ground with a twig.
You know what, it's actually quite accurate. This little guy drew a straight line with a twig in his mouth that's straighter than they can draw with their hands.
In less than three minutes, Lai Chuan Huang Quan had drawn a complete floor plan on the ground. She then raised her pink paws and pointed to a particular room: "Aww~!"
Kenji Hagiwara understood: "They're in this room, right? How many people are across the street?"
Huang Quan, who was still in bed, jumped up and forcefully left three paw prints on the ground with his front paws.
“Three people,” Morofushi Kagemitsu said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Did they bring guns?”
"Awooo~!" Lai Chuan Huang Quan let out a roar of affirmation, leaving two small plum blossom imprints on the ground.
"Two guns, huh..."
The five former police academy students and Lai Chuanhuangquan engaged in a back-and-forth exchange, but the Ministry of Public Security was dumbfounded.
What's this? A brand-new high-tech police dog bred by the National Police Agency!?
Besides, shouldn't police dogs all be adult dogs? This little dumpling looks like it was just weaned, so how can it calmly do this kind of thing?!
Shocked as they were, the rescue operation remained the top priority. Furuya Rei and his team quickly finalized their battle plan and were preparing to assign tasks. Hagiwara Kenji turned his head and saw Yomi Laichuan sitting on the ground, scratching her neck with her hind leg. She had gotten covered in dust from wandering around the abandoned building and was itchy.
But the little dog's limbs were short and round. Even with her paws raised high and her non-existent neck stretched out, she couldn't scratch the itchy area around the back of her neck.
Matsuda Jinpei scoffed, grabbed Raikawa Yomi by the back of her neck and lifted her up: "You really are like a dog."
Yomi Laichuan was already used to being lifted up by Jinpei Matsuda. She glanced at him, snorted, and turned her head to the side.
"Alright, alright, Jinpei, stop bullying the softie," Hagiwara Kenji said with a smile as he stepped forward, rescued Yomi Raikawa, and handed her over. "Be good, I'll be back in a bit." He then put her down.
But Yomi Laichuan grabbed Kenji Hagiwara's hand with her little paws, staring at him longingly, and then bit his sleeve and wouldn't let go. Yomi Laichuan let out two yelps, biting Kenji Hagiwara's sleeve tightly, repeatedly indicating that she wanted to go too.
Kenji Hagiwara just smiled and frowned: "No, that's too dangerous."
Then he forcibly stuffed the Yomi dog into Morofushi Kagemitsu's arms—this operation had a special objective, and Morofushi Kagemitsu and Furuya would not participate in the rescue, but would stay outside to be responsible for overall coordination and support.
As Kenji Hagiwara left, Yomi Raikawa was held in the arms of Hiromitsu Morofushi, whimpering pitifully as her boyfriend's figure receded into the distance.
As Morofushi Kagemitsu listened to Yomi Raikawa's childish whimpers, his heart felt like it was being squeezed, and a strange sense of guilt arose within him. Unlike the guilt he felt when he was forced to kill his targets while undercover, this was the kind of guilt that came from being overwhelmed by the cuteness of a creature, only to have that little creature suffer in his presence and cry incessantly.
For the first time, Morofushi Kagemitsu experienced what it meant to be so helpless that his body stiffened. He looked down at the little bundle of milk struggling desperately in his arms, paused for a moment, and then put her into Furuya Rei's arms, who was looking down at the map.
Suddenly stuffed with a milk dumpling, Furuya Rei squatted on one knee and was stunned for a moment.
Kenji Hagiwara's figure had completely disappeared into the night. Seeing that there was no hope of struggling, the little dog of the underworld lay limply in Rei Furuya's palm, whimpering with tears in its eyes.
Now it was Furuya Rei's turn to freeze. He twitched his lips twice, as if he were holding a hot potato.
He said with a hint of helplessness, "Scotland..."
Outside of the safe house, Furuya Rei never calls out Morofushi Kagemitsu's real name.
But Morofushi Kagemitsu simply apologized softly, smiling innocently, with no intention of taking the crying baby back.
Rei Furuya glanced down at the pitiful little dog, Yomi, and suddenly realized something terrifying—his boss, Yomi's father, was currently watching him and Yomi from a higher dimension. If he let Yomi cry in front of Mr. Raikawa, would he get beaten up?
Jianggu Ling: "..."
So should he comfort this crying little dumpling in his arms now? But at only 26 years old, Furuya Rei had absolutely no experience comforting a crying girl, let alone comforting a crying dog.
Damn it, Hagiwara, come back soon! He can't handle this chaotic situation.
Rei Furuya, holding the little bundle of milk in his arms, was at a loss, while inside the building, a chaotic battle had already broken out. However, with only three people, if it weren't for the hostages, the two ace operatives from the Special Operations Unit alone would have been enough to take them down.
Even so, when Matsuda Jinpei punched one of the men so hard that his teeth flew out, the Public Security Bureau personnel still showed a look of astonishment and horror. Only Kazami Yuya, who was untying Mrs. Hanajima in the corner, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, indicating that he was used to such scenes.
After all, besides the ace of the Mobile Unit in front of him, there was also Mr. Furuya, who seemed thin but actually possessed great strength.
Thanks to Yomi Yorikawa's understanding of the situation, the entire rescue operation, from the moment Hagiwara and his team entered to the successful return of the person, lasted only twenty minutes.
When Kenji Hagiwara reappeared in front of Yomi Laichuan, reeking of gunpowder, she wagged her tail and, as soon as Rei Furuya put her on the ground, she took off running towards Kenji Hagiwara on her short legs.
Hanajima Ichiro's four-year-old son, who had been listlessly nestled in Kazami Yuya's arms, suddenly brightened up when he saw the Yomi puppy hopping and skipping towards them: "Daddy, look! A puppy! So cute!"
He looked longingly at Ichiro Hanajima: "Dad, I want to pet the puppy!"
As they were talking, Raikawa Yomi ran up to Hagiwara Kenji and was pulled into his arms and kissed.
"this……"
Ichiro Hanajima was somewhat conflicted; after all, it wasn't his dog. But he figured the squad leader would probably agree, since it was just a dog.
result……
"Sorry, that won't work."
The boy from the Hanajima family pouted, looking aggrieved, and whispered, "...Why?"
Although Ichiro Hanajima wasn't absolutely certain he had to touch it, he still looked puzzled.
Seeing this, the other people from the Ministry of Public Security were about to explain to Ichiro Hanajima that the dog might be a newly trained super-intelligent police dog by the National Police Agency when Kenji Hagiwara hugged the Yomi puppy and gave it a big kiss, his eyes full of pity: "Because she is my wife."
Ichiro Hanajima and his family: ...?
Other police officers: ...?
What is it to you?!
[Author's Note]
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