Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 178 - 100: In an Instant, Black and White

It’s essential to understand that gun skills also vary in levels.

On a fixed horizontal line, with prolonged aiming and repeated shooting, even an ordinary person with no understanding of swordsmanship has a chance to slice a bullet. Correspondingly, if the gap in skill level between the swordsman and the gunman is too vast, a master swordsman can predict in advance through the gunman’s aiming ti and deflect the bullet.

Kazama Chihi encounters Inakawa Association thugs and can bully them with their poor gun skills. When she ets Minamoto Tamako, a professional, she can also bully her due to her need for prolonged aiming—however, when she encounters criminal police with long-term live-ammunition training, all she can do is run away.

The father and daughter et again, without any greetings. Kazama Chihi doesn’t have ti to ask how he escaped the warehouse, only hearing three gunshots in succession—Kazama Tatsuya shoots first without a word.

Kazama Chihi sidesteps and evades two bullets but is shot in the abdon.

Her body sways. Suddenly, she lunges forward with incredible speed, as if shrinking the earth into inches, using Triangular True Step to dodge two bullets in succession, slashing horizontally. Kazama Tatsuya doesn’t dodge or evade, lifting his gun and pulling the trigger at his daughter’s forehead!

A life-or-death mont!

In an instant, there’s a clanging sound as Fushimi Roku intercepts downward with pliers; Kazama Chihi jerks her head, and the bullet shatters half of the mask on her face.

The three are montarily frozen, and in less than half a second, Kazama Chihi spins and counter slashes at Fushimi Roku. The latter can’t block in ti, bending backward, the sword tip grazing his neck. Before he can catch his breath, Kazama Chihi advances with another slash, fierce and swift.

Fushimi Roku dodges embarrassingly, struggling to move left and right; Kazama Tatsuya seizes the opportunity to retreat, creating distance, and fires another shot, hitting Kazama Chihi’s chest. Her Sword Dao uniform is torn, revealing the bulletproof vest underneath.

Taking advantage of her instability, Fushimi Roku spins his steel pliers round and smashes down; Kazama Chihi blocks hastily, stumbling two steps.

One step back, then another. Fushimi Roku and Kazama Tatsuya attack from left and right, one for lee combat, the other for ranged support, forcing Kazama Chihi into a constant retreat.

"Protect the leader!"

The Heavenly Punishnt Group shouted, charging with blades. Only then did the Search Squad and Inakawa Association co to their senses, scrambling to get up and retreat to avoid the crazy bunch throwing bombs again.

Minamoto Tamako, perched on the chair back, tensed her face and fired precise shots. The leading Heavenly Punishnt Group mbers took bullets to the thighs, falling one after another and blocking the passage.

The scene grew more chaotic, Kazama Chihi darted around using Fushimi Roku as a human shield, blocking Kazama Tatsuya’s shooting path. After understanding Fushimi Roku’s attack habits, she reversed the suppression, holding her own against two opponents, becoming braver as the fight continued, laughing heartily as she swung her blade.

"You forced ! Grenade! Get down!"

Fushimi Roku pulled a steel ball box from his pocket and chucked it at Kazama Chihi’s face. She instinctively deflected it, and the rolling steel balls scattered on the aisle like a shower of teors. As Kazama Chihi’s foot slipped, she nearly fell.

The two t each other’s gaze, suddenly growing eerily silent for a mont.

"Why the hell aren’t you shooting!!" Fushimi Roku yelled angrily.

It was hard for him to secure such a good opportunity, yet Kazama Tatsuya didn’t shoot, failing at the crucial mont. Was he perhaps soft-hearted towards his own daughter?!

"No bullets!!" Kazama Tatsuya shouted.

The gun in his hand, a SIG Sauer P220 pistol, has only an 8-round magazine and was emptied in less than two minutes.

"I have!" Minamoto Tamako raised her hand, relieved by her foresight.

"If you have them, why aren’t you shooting?!" Fushimi Roku was even more furious.

Minamoto Tamako, like an apprentice who had ssed up, hurriedly fired shots, but each ti she pulled the trigger, she took several seconds to aim, even Fushimi Roku found it too slow. The ground was covered with rolling steel balls, and Kazama Chihi couldn’t maneuver in the aisle. She could only raise her sword to deflect and slash away several bullets.

The more Minamoto Tamako shot, the less confident she beca, and the less confident she was, the longer she took to aim. Kazama Tatsuya stepped aside, gripping the gun with his teeth, reached into Minamoto Tamako’s pocket to retrieve a magazine, reloaded, and chambered a round by striking it against a chair back.

Seeing this, Kazama Chihi lunged forward, gripping the car door’s edge, swinging her body to leap onto the roof.

Fushimi Roku thought to himself, what’s this garbage ga now—horizontal ga turned MOBA, with distinct top and bottom lanes. Isn’t high ground dominance just straitjacket-worthy? Before he could say ’retreat,’ he saw Kazama Tatsuya sprinting, scaling the walls on both sides of the aisle, reaching the car roof, and performing a one-arm pull-up to climb up from the other side.

Fushimi Roku wanted to observe from above, but the Heavenly Punishnt Group was charging up again. Without Minamoto Tamako to distract them earlier, the mbers kicked away the steel balls and rushed into the compartnt. Fushimi Roku swung his pliers, smashing the lead attacker’s head—if he couldn’t defeat Kazama Chihi, could he not handle these minions?

With soone leading the charge, the Search Squad and Inakawa Association regained their montum. Everyone spread out, mimicking Fushimi Roku and Kazama Tatsuya’s tactics earlier; the gang engaged in lee, the police fired from behind. When soone died, they filled the gap, pressing forward step by step.

As the compartnt fell into a chaotic brawl, the two on the roof grew quiet.

Kazama Tatsuya’s gun skills far surpassed Minamoto Tamako’s, not just by a little bit. This isn’t the car’s interior; if you fall, you’ll either die or be crippled. Once the distance is widened, he has absolute confidence in knocking Kazama Chihi off.

The car roof was covered with a thin layer of snow. The train sped across a bridge, distant waves surging, and clouds connecting the sky and sea, with thunder rumbling continuously.

The two were separated, confronting each other in the wind and snow.

"Shoot," Kazama Chihi flipped her blade in a flourish, standing sideways, dragging the blade: "Kill , this evildoer, and continue being your good policeman."

"Do you think I can’t bring myself to do it?" Kazama Tatsuya asked.

"How could that be? Wasn’t my mother killed by you? What else are you unwilling to bear?" Kazama Chihi said.

"She was ill, I was sending her for treatnt; you are also sick, put down the knife, turn back, and you can serve your sentence after receiving treatnt..."

"Ha! I’m not sick...neither was she." Kazama Chihi sneered.

"Did she teach you to beco like this?" Kazama Tatsuya asked.

"It’s not your place to speak about her." Kazama Chihi said.

"Is it my fault then?" Kazama Tatsuya countered.

"Isn’t it? It’s always been your fault."

"What did I do wrong? Was I supposed to pretend not to see her when she almost killed soone? Was I supposed to turn a blind eye when she stabbed my eye? What was wrong with sending her to a hospital for treatnt? Is it wrong that I don’t want you to repeat her mistakes? You killed soone, she made mistakes, how could there be no consequences—"

"Dad!" Kazama Chihi cried out loudly.

This shout is more hurtful than any sword.

Kazama Chihi enunciated each word, with tears in her voice, questioning:

"Are you a police officer or my father?"

"Are you a police officer or her husband?"

At this mont, Kazama Tatsuya finally understood the true aning of Kai Yuusaku’s question. His eyes turned red, hot tears welled up, blurring his vision.

"Can’t I be all?" he asked.

Kazama Chihi raised her blade, pointing it at her father, the blade splitting the mask on her face into two in the thunderlight, showing distinct black and white.

"Funny, I both want heavenly punishnt and to be your daughter...can’t I be all?"

Kazama Tatsuya gritted his teeth, raising his gun, making his choice.

Even if he transferred positions proactively, even if he fled to Hokkaido, the sins of the past still entangled him like fate, causing him to walk in the darkness unbeknownst.