Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

With a splash, someone emerged from the water, a head bobbing on the surface, hands flailing: "It's me!"

"Ah, what the hell." Watanabe Shun was disappointed: "You scared us like that."

Fushimi Roku found it baffling, but this was not a time for nonsense. He indicated that the eastern lookout had been cleared. Someone might discover the lookout had been compromised soon, so they had to land on the east side quickly.

Moriyama Yasurou continued to row, while Watanabe Shun took over for the other person, since Kazama Tatsuya only had one hand and couldn't row faster than Minamoto Tamako.

To lighten the load and speed up, Fushimi Roku didn't get on the raft. Instead, he floated on the sea, gripping the raft, swimming and pushing to help.

Four or five minutes later, the five of them rounded to the beach at the sea cliff, hoisted the raft, and sprinted wildly into the dense forest within two minutes.

"So tired... so tired..." Watanabe Shun panted in the bushes: "We weren't this tired last time..."

"What, you want to get kidnapped again?" Moriyama Yasurou wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Just kidding..." Watanabe Shun felt the chief was a real buzzkill.

Fushimi Roku deflated the raft, folded it up, hid it in the bushes, and led the group sneakily toward the central buildings on the island.

Minamoto Tamako suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Watanabe Shun quickly drew his gun, looking around, while Kazama Tatsuya and Moriyama Yasurou became alert, the dense forest rustling, as if someone lurked in every shadow.

"What's wrong?" Fushimi Roku asked.

He didn't sense anyone nearby, thinking maybe Minamoto Tamako's keen senses had picked up something, yet it didn't seem like it. The guy had an expression like 'I think I just remembered something.'

"I remember... I think I remember now..." Minamoto Tamako rubbed her temples: "It's best to bind your legs while marching. When we reach the designated point, we'll have intense running. If we walk ten kilometers without binding, we'll be out of strength."

"Eh, why do we bind our legs?" Watanabe Shun asked.

The others looked puzzled, except Fushimi Roku who had a ghostly expression. He hurriedly reached out and shook Minamoto Tamako, saying: "Stop overthinking, calm down, listen to me, take a deep breath, just forget all about what you dreamed..."

"No."

Minamoto Tamako kept rubbing her temples, not listening to Fushimi Roku's advice: "A five-person team needs division of labor, crossover support... one commander, two assault troops, one sniper, one explosives and tech support."

Fushimi Roku gave up, stood to the side with a blank face, letting the night wind blow.

He was drenched, feeling a cold chill inside.

Alas, blame it on Miyazaki Shizuka...

Other couples open up to each other, but with Minamoto Tamako, it turned into her stealing his brain's knowledge.

Then Minamoto Tamako said puzzling things, like "hit nodes not zones," "zero tolerance in collaboration," "adaptive 'elastic tactics'," maintaining "precise firepower and rapid maneuvering"...

After speaking, she came back to her senses, scratched her head, and saw everyone looking at her strangely.

"We only have four service pistols, five bullets each." Kazama Tatsuya reminded: "Is it realistic to have a sniper?"

"We can seize equipment."

Minamoto Tamako naturally assumed the position of commander, began assigning tasks, with reconnaissance first, observing every exit, storage location, and sentinel position of the island's central buildings, this was to be handled by her and Senior Kazama. Fushimi Roku and Watanabe Shun were responsible for keeping watch, Sister Yalan for noting coordinates and plotting routes.

Once the attack point was determined, Fushimi Roku and Watanabe Shun would strike, she and Senior Kazama would provide cover, Sister Yalan would handle the retreat—if successful, they would seize weapons and equipment and redesign the operation; if failed, they would circle and retreat, avoid encirclement, and prevent the raft from being discovered by the enemy.

"Awesome, you're like just like Chief Kujo now!" Watanabe Shun said.

Kazama Tatsuya wanted to ask where she learned this; police academy surely wouldn't teach things like this, likely only military schools or the army would teach... but where does Japan have military schools now?

Strange.

Moriyama Yasurou was also surprised, but more so relieved, feeling like her sweet little cake had finally matured.

No one disputed Minamoto Tamako's command. Usually it was her who suggested various ideas, but no one cared to listen. Now that she finally proposed something seemingly professional, everyone thought it might be worth a try.

Following Minamoto Tamako's instructions, they tore their jackets into strips, wrapped them around their calves, binding them tightly, with a peculiar technique that proved very practical, after walking constantly for four or five kilometers, their calves showed no obvious signs of fatigue.

Almost forty minutes later, they finally saw the first building, the island's most notable structure.

"Abandoned Cultivation Site"

Fushimi Roku looked up, seeing the withered Ye Tea trees, their roots encircled by rusty fences that seemed long uncared for.

The workers in protective suits seen last time were nowhere to be found, the park was quiet, stairs and glass overrun with moss and ivy.

"They don't grow Ye Tea anymore?" Minamoto Tamako peeked over the grass.

The others lay next to her, side by side, with Fushimi Roku responding: "Seems so, the place is abandoned, maybe they switched to focusing on developing a gambling business."