Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 316 - 237: I Cannot Coexist with Corruption!

Private meeting?

Sounds strange.

Minamoto Tamako raised her little eyebrows, looking displeased.

Fushimi Roku roughly explained that they initially agreed he would be responsible for liaising with the underworld to find clues related to Heavenly Punishment. He owed some favors but there were no improper monetary transactions; afterwards, he repeatedly assured that it was merely a meal, and if Sazaki Gen tried to bribe him, he would definitely refuse to accept it.

"Don’t worry! I am at total odds with corruption!"

After saying this, Fushimi Roku changed his shoes and headed out.

Minamoto Tamako stood at the door of the apartment, gazing at them leaving, entirely looking like the husband watching rock.

Once the elevator doors closed, she turned around to find the door of the neighboring apartment slightly ajar, inside was pitch dark, vaguely revealing half a face, the side of the eyeball almost stuck onto the door, reflecting a cold and eerie light.

Minamoto Tamako jumped in fright, then realized it was Shirakawa Miki’s face.

Only a week since they last met, why does she resemble a ghost...

Minamoto Tamako greeted her proactively, as she always was polite regardless of any past grievances. Now they were neighbors, Miss Shirakawa was also the apartment manager at Sugamo Apartment.

Unexpectedly, Shirakawa Miki did not respond but instead let out a laugh with an unclear meaning. freeweɓnøvel~com

"Wh-why are you laughing?" Minamoto Tamako’s old problem hadn’t changed, she stuttered when nervous.

"Soon you’ll find out... by then, we will go to a New World together..."

Saying this, Shirakawa Miki slowly closed her door, the door hinge creaked, making Minamoto Tamako feel like she was watching a horror movie.

She had goosebumps all over, thinking that believers in evil cults are truly strange.

Back in her room, Minamoto Tamako cleared her phone’s voicemail messages, the first few were all insurance sales pitches, then routine bulletins from the police station, and finally she heard Kazama Tatsuya’s message:

"When are we starting firearm training?"

Minamoto Tamako remembered this matter, she had played enough, relaxed sufficiently, and made a slight progress probing Mr. Fu Jian. Next, she must continue moving forward, striving to improve herself and forge ahead on her path to become a famous detective and a famous police chief!

Though she encountered many setbacks along this journey, she also gained much, at least realizing her own shortcomings.

— Violence is the premise for equal dialogue, and what she exactly lacks is the capability to stand independently with force.

She didn’t want to become a burden dragging teammates back during missions. For example, during the train clash case, she made quite a few mistakes and couldn’t help much; in the factory clash case, she even accidentally killed a believer.

This kind of thing must never happen a third time!

Thinking of this, Minamoto Tamako snorted with determination, her zeal to improve surging continuously from her body, looking entirely like the main character in a passionate heroic manga ready for assiduous training.

But the moment she thought of training solo with Senior Kazama, her spirited mood was doused with cold water, suddenly feeling a bit down.

How should she return Senior Kazama’s call?

Minamoto Tamako was momentarily troubled, her brow furrowing as she paced back and forth by the corridor telephone.

After hesitating a moment, she began rehearsing the conversation in advance, cleared her throat, mimicked Senior Kazama, using a voice with three parts impatience, three parts life’s bitterness, and four parts superficial politeness:

"Moshi Moshi?"

Then quickly switched to her usual tone, saying: "Hello Senior Kazama, it’s me, Minamoto Tamako, about the firearm training..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence before shaking her head repeatedly: "No, no, too formal!"

Once she adjusted her mindset, Minamoto Tamako simulated again, repeatedly replaying between ’debutante-style response’ and ’social terrorist’ in ’fake friend-style conversation’ and ’business-like chat’... hesitating between them.

Finally, she decided the final template through a coin toss, enjoying the process, eventually choosing "business-like chat."

Minamoto Tamako settled the conversation strategy, cleared her throat, picked up the receiver, dialed the numbers with a straight face, and called Senior Kazama.

The phone rang, and after waiting for four to five seconds, it connected. Even before she could speak, she heard Senior Kazama ask: "Firearm training?"

"Uh... yes..."

"When?" Kazama Tatsuya asked again.

"Today... I can head out in ten minutes..."

"Okay, I’ll be waiting at the shooting range, West Ikebukuro, 1-41-6 Esperanza, third floor."

After speaking, Kazama Tatsuya hung up the phone.

Minamoto Tamako’s meticulously planned conversation was useless, and after feeling relieved, she suddenly felt a bit inexplicably gloomy.

Upon reflection, this attitude from Senior Kazama was actually fine, at least she didn’t have to worry about complex interpersonal relations nor overthink other matters, she only needed to focus on learning.

Minamoto Tamako hurriedly changed into sportswear, before heading out, she instructed Taira Sakurako not to run around, explaining her purpose for going out and when she’d return home.

Locking the apartment door, she subconsciously glanced towards the neighboring apartment, relieved upon seeing Shirakawa Miki wasn’t spying.

Seems she’s only interested in Mr. Fu Jian...

Minamoto Tamako sensed a crisis, she ran to the shooting range to meet with Senior Kazama. The latter hadn’t changed much, still in his criminal police trio outfit, slightly tidied his hair, still combed to the side, but notably more gray at the temples.

The range was filled with a metallic scent, a mix of gunpowder and gun oil. Before entering, they received noise-cancelling earmuffs, Kazama Tatsuya held a cigarette with his lips, unlit, asking Minamoto Tamako to start by shooting a few rounds to observe her motion and accuracy.

Minamoto Tamako felt like she was attending police school, Senior Kazama was just like an instructor. Other matters seemed less important. She banished them from her mind, stood at the shooting position, fired consecutively at iron targets seven meters away, each shot landing within 9 rings.

"Very standard."

Kazama Tatsuya praised, then asked where Minamoto Tamako had trained with firearms. She truthfully answered it was at the police academy range learning pistol usage.

With a knowing look, Kazama Tatsuya said, "Oh! Did the instructor mention the four international safety rules for gun use before starting the lesson?"

Minamoto Tamako nodded, already in a state, eagerly answering like in class, the four gun safety rules are: always assume the firearm is loaded, always point the muzzle in a safe direction, keep finger away from trigger until ready to shoot, confirm target and surroundings... Instructor Shirata emphasized maintaining a sense of reverence towards firearms.

"Very good," Kazama Tatsuya nodded, "now you can forget them."

"Huh?" Minamoto Tamako was taken aback.

"You just need to pursue faster speed, forget all actions that slow you down," Kazama Tatsuya said, pulling the iron targets closer with a remote: "Five meters is enough distance, no need to practice from further, you have sufficient time to aim."

Minamoto Tamako couldn’t quite accept: "But if we don’t follow the safety rules..."

"Who said not to follow them?" Kazama Tatsuya stressed: "I’m telling you to forget them."

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