Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

The patrol boat was carrying the newly established International Organized Crime Countermeasures Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Kujo Yua, after all, was a high-ranking officer in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and had received an invitation in the past, so she naturally knew about Cat Island.

Previously, she lacked the energy or interest to care about it. After all, the Prime Minister often supported special organizations, and the Aum Truth Sect had helped gather many votes. Their purchasing an island to play hide and seek wasn't something Kujo Yua could interfere with.

But now the situation had changed. A terrorist attack occurred in Tokyo, and even the government building was bombed. Neither the Prime Minister nor the Emperor could protect it.

The government officials, for once, reached a consensus. Those who needed to allocate funds did so, those who needed to mobilize personnel did so, and the Financial Bureau directly froze all assets under the name of the Aum Truth Sect. The Maritime Defense Bureau and the Police Department collaborated, mobilizing 153 elite personnel and three patrol boats to Cat Island, determined to eradicate the Aum Truth Sect and terrorists in one sweep.

That's right, it hadn't been long since the Aum Truth Sect was back like a phoenix from the ashes.

The problem with cults is that they require constant countermeasures. Once relaxed, strange things will resurface, and new people will join the ranks of former cult organizations.

Kujo Yua originally expected this operation to be smooth, hoping for a thunderous action like MacArthur, to finish the battle and make it home for Christmas...

However, they couldn't even land on the coastline and were immediately blocked.

Because the island had mold.

This was a tough situation. The financial bubble had just burst, and the Japanese Government didn't dare to challenge the United States. The opponent made a playground in their backyard to earn extra money, cutting some wealthy clients, leaving the officials with no options.

Kujo Yua could only send telegrams from the ship repeatedly, stating the importance, rationale, and necessity of the operation, humbly indicating it wasn't an infringement of another country's property.

The other party didn't respond at all.

Eventually, it required the Prime Minister to call personally, changing the mission from combating cults and terrorists to capturing the suspect Uesugi Shion, focusing purely on a single individual, promising not to affect the island's normal operations.

...

While both sides were bickering, Fushimi Roku and others already paddled a dinghy to an unwatched shoreline, ready to start landing.

Watanabe Shun, wearing a life jacket, held the sides of the dinghy, looking up at the towering sea cliff, couldn't help but ask, "How are we supposed to get up there?"

"I want to know that too," Minamoto Tamako echoed.

Kazama Tatsuya and Moriyama Yasurou were at the oars on either side, too exhausted to speak, especially Kazama Tatsuya, who could only row with one hand, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Other parts of the coastline had lighthouses and guard posts. Landing on the beach meant becoming sitting ducks, an easy target for guard posts.

"Don't worry, I've got a plan."

Fushimi Roku bit into a sword and stood up on the inflatable boat. The sea breeze ruffled his hair as he faced the cliff.

Watanabe Shun and Minamoto Tamako looked up at him, yet to question him, as Fushimi Roku leapt up, gripping the cliff wall with both hands, and began to climb up with the sword in his mouth.

"Wow!" Watanabe Shun exclaimed, "Climbing straight up?"

He turned to Minamoto Tamako and others, "I don't think I can climb up. Can you?"

Moriyama Yasurou rolled his eyes, tossed aside the paddle, and said, "Climb my ass! We'll wait here."

"Huh? Then why did Fushimi-kun bring us here?" Watanabe Shun didn't understand.

Kazama Tatsuya, knowing Watanabe's slow comprehension, explained, "He's going up to clear the guard post. Then we can land on the beach."

After speaking, he considered having a smoke to relieve his anxiety but realized he couldn't light a fire at night, lest the guard post spot the light and start shooting, deserving his fate.

Minamoto Tamako looked worriedly at Fushimi Roku's back, contemplating whether to follow him. But looking at her own slim arms and legs, she decided against causing trouble.

The four of them waited silently in the inflatable boat for some time, none of them speaking.

Suddenly, there were two splashes not far from the water surface, followed by waves, like nothing happened.

"Did someone fall into the water?" Minamoto Tamako asked softly.

Watanabe Shun thought she was slow and was about to say it when Kazama Tatsuya interrupted, "You heard wrong. It's tuna coming up for air. They often splash on the sea surface."

"Really? Is that so?" Watanabe Shun was surprised.

"That's right," Moriyama Yasurou nodded.

Watanabe Shun turned back, laying on the dinghy's edge, gazing at the sea surface, hoping to catch a glimpse of free tuna, wishing he could catch one.

But the dark sea revealed nothing, not even a shrimp.

"What are you looking at?" Kazama Tatsuya pulled him, "Sit properly, we're on a mission, stop fooling around."

Watanabe Shun waved his hand, signaling for the boss not to pull. He thought he saw a shadow on the sea not far away, possibly a big fish.

Before Watanabe Shun could mention it, the shadow suddenly enlarged, with a splash of water hitting his face.

"Someone fell down!" he exclaimed, "It's not tuna!"

Kazama Tatsuya silently agreed. Except for Minamoto Tamako, who would think that noise was tuna? He wished to kick Watanabe Shun overboard for his troublesome mouth.

Minamoto Tamako hurried to the boat's edge, hoping to see who fell.

If it was Fushimi-kun, she'd jump in to rescue him back onto the boat.