What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

Sweepers refer to those who dispose of the corpses and clean up the scene for Yakuza or other criminals. They are generally not directly involved in crimes, but they often have a close relationship with Yakuza.

As a truck driver transporting fish, Shimada is really suitable for handling corpses. Under the cover of fishy smell, the smell of corpses will become less obvious. As long as they arrive at the port, they will directly put the corpses together with the smelly dead fish Just throw it away.

When leaving the room, Feng met Santu who had also treated the wound. When he looked over, his eyes were gloomy, but he stood obediently at the end of the corridor.

He was still a normal person who restrained his minions in bad times, but no one expected that this unsmiling young man would be Mikey's most fanatical crowd. He eliminated all obstacles and traitors for [Brahma], and in the most violent way, He should be the most bloody and indebted one among Brahma's cadres today.

"Let's go."

Around the corner at the end, there was a voice.

"Did you hear that?" When Santu laughed, the scar on the corner of his mouth moved, "Mikey asked you to leave, he doesn't want to see you."

When Feng returned to the underground parking lot, there was a waiter standing beside her locomotive, who was a little flustered seeing her.

So she took another look... Very ordinary appearance, almost unimpressive, but strangely familiar.

When Feng returned to the rented room, Muku was already there.

"What's the matter with you?!" Seeing the embarrassed Feng, she ran up, "...are you seriously injured?"

"It's just a skin injury," Feng let Mulu wrap himself in gauze, "I saw [Brahma]'s cadres."

Muku's hands trembled.

"hiss--"

"Do you still know it hurts? Didn't you think of it when you took the risk?"

"I didn't plan to see you at first, but," Feng looked around, "Mu, the Metropolitan Police Department has been infiltrated more than we imagined. Maybe I just got out of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the news has already reached Brahma."

"And I went to the mobile team for a tour today, and the timing of leaving is not fixed."

"That means that the undercover person can at least see the surveillance," Ling squeezed the extra gauze and pursed his lips, "or... it's someone from the intelligence team."

"But who will it be?"

After getting along for nearly a year, she didn't want to doubt anyone.

"Your team leader, Ri Xiatang, has excellent intelligence capabilities."

"Impossible... right." Starling frowned, "Although he behaved a bit strangely, he is actually a good person, and he often shared food with us, and he usually only likes to stay in the darkroom."

Feng turned on the phone and looked at the contact for a long time.

"... I wish someone wise could help."

Jingguang and Zero have been unable to contact, and talking to Hagiwara and Matsuda of the mobile team will only squeeze their limited time.

Squad leader Date...he still has a girlfriend, so it's better not to involve him in such a dangerous matter.

The list of contacts slid all the way down, stopping at a fairly new name.

Zhu Fu Gaoming.

Snapped--

"what happened again?"

"It's nothing." Feng picked up the dropped phone, "Hand slipped."

In the next few days, although Feng had no field work, the continuous paperwork consumed her energy even more.

"This is a preparation for a promotion. No one else can envy you."

Ri Xiatang now occasionally comes out of the darkroom, and also visits Feng's territory, because she always has a lot of strawberry-flavored snacks.

Feng lay on the file, already taking in less air and exhaling more.

"...Hisaka, I have a question for you."

"Call me Tang, it always sounds like my stupid brother."

There was a chill behind Ri Xiatang's back.

"Oh, Tang," Feng looked up, "Are you Brahma's undercover agent? ——Don't spray strawberry milk on my table, or I'll beat you up."

Swallowing the sweet milk in his mouth with difficulty, Ri Xiatang went mad: "Of course not—you can't think I'm an undercover agent just because I'm excellent!"

"If I were Brahma's undercover agent, then the Metropolitan Police Department would be finished. After all, most of the secrets are transparent to me."

"Is the police file also available?"

Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"That's right," Ri Xiatang suddenly took a few steps back, "...you don't want me to search for information on the police, do you? It's against the law!"

"Just mentioning it casually," Feng touched his chin, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"Hey, if I hadn't been recruited, I would have a lot to do."

"Is it the kind of prison food?"

"...So I was recruited!"

Ri Xiatang left angrily, and Feng crossed out his name in his mind.

night.

Feng was finally able to leave the desk where files and materials were stacked high, but she didn't really want to go back.

The night breeze was very cool, but it made people sober. Before she knew it, she found herself walking in front of the hospital where Mrs. Shimada was.

No matter how late the night is, the hospital is always busy and lively.

White light shines through the small lattice-like windows, and there may be patients, nurses, nurses inside...there are many that support a hospital.

But the most inseparable is the doctor in a white coat with a hurried expression.

Standing until his body felt a little chilled, Feng realized that this scene looked familiar.

……

Many years ago, the little girl stood in front of a hospital like this, waiting for someone who might be her mother to come out.

But until her body became cold, and the snow that started to fall at some point covered her head with a thin layer, she didn't see the person she was thinking of, but instead saw a strange pair.

A black-haired big brother and a dark-skinned boy with snow-white hair.

The boy's hands were wrapped in gauze, and he was talking to his big brother beside him as if complaining, but when he turned his head, he met eyes with Feng who was secretly watching in the corner.

"My name is Kurokawa Isana, and this is my brother Shinichiro Sano. What's your name?"

"Feng, Renzu Feng."

"Why are you here alone, where are your parents?"

Shinichiro knelt down and talked to the little girl.

"……do not know."

Mom and Dad are very busy, and they are always called out after a phone call. Last night, my mother finally came home, but there was some "first aid" task, and she went to the hospital after only staying at home for two hours.

So Feng decided to go to the hospital to see if he could find his mother.

But now it seems that it has failed. She knows that her mother is a doctor, but she doesn't know which department or ward she is in.

In fact, she knew that even if she found her mother, nothing would change.

The police have to protect so many people, and the doctors have to save so many people.

It's just not their children's turn.

"Ah... did he get lost?" Shinichiro showed a troubled look, "Should I send it to the police station?"

"I didn't get lost."

Feng felt that this big brother was a bit stupid.

As it turns out, he really is a big fool, too.

Who would take a troubled child on the side of the road to play around and buy her something to eat?

The heat flows along the ramen into the stomach, and then circulates throughout the body. Although it is just a cheap food at a roadside stall, it is true that fat, calories and carbohydrates are all that make up a human being.

"Shinichiro used to be a delinquent boy?" Feng bit his chopsticks, "The first generation chief of 'Black Dragon', what is that? Is it very powerful."

"Of course it's super powerful!" Izuna retorted loudly, "The delinquent who commands the whole of Tokyo, the existence that responds to everyone!"

Feng tilted his head to look at the head of the black dragon who once dominated Tokyo. He was struggling with whether to add chili powder to his ramen.

"Is the head of the black dragon also afraid of spicy food?"

"...The chief is also an ordinary person, and I have resigned a long time ago." Shinichiro shook his hand and poured half a jar of chili powder, "Oops!"

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he finished the bowl of ramen with tears in his eyes, his whole face flushed.

"Looks ugly."

Feng comments.

"Don't say that bro! It's a proof that a man has fought against spicy ramen!"

Izuna pushed forward angrily, but was avoided by Feng sideways.

The two children started fighting, and Shinichiro heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Feng who finally showed a childish smile.

In this way, today's Feng did not find his mother, but met a pair of strange brothers.

Although it is difficult to have any blood relationship between Izana and Shinichiro genetically, the brothers look completely different and have different surnames, but since Shinichiro said so, Feng believed it.

Moreover, the concept of "badness" seemed to open Feng's mind at once——

It turned out that she didn't have to stay at home obediently, and didn't go to the exhausting ballet class. Anyway, her parents didn't come home very often, so she could just hang out on the street and play whatever she wanted.

"So what's the fun?"

Suddenly free, Feng was at a loss.

"Hmm..." Although there is a younger sister in the family, Shinichiro, who has never brought a little girl, thought for a long time, "Would you like to go for a ride on a motorcycle?"

"I reluctantly agree to give you half of Shinichiro's back seat."

Izana said awkwardly.

"Oh," Feng opened his eyes wide, "so can the locomotive carry three people?"

The two children were not heavy, but Shinichiro was so bold that he even drove them to escape a police inspection.

Sandwiched between brothers, Feng felt such a sharp wind for the first time, as scary as cutting off a piece of flesh—but it was also very, very enjoyable, like the moment when he leaped high and landed lightly in ballet , the whole brain is dominated by inexplicable pleasure/sensation.

"Shinichiro, it would be nice if you were my older brother."

Feng held the helmet that was too big for her, and puffed up one cheek.

"Brother Shinichiro is mine!" As expected, Izuna frowned immediately, "Don't you have a brother of your own?"

"...I only have cousin and cousin."

Feng let out a long sister's sigh.

"Actually, if you insist..." Izuo's iris-purple pupils are beautiful, reminding Feng of the flowers in the greenhouse, "If you are my family, I can give you my brother, or I can do it for you." Be your brother."

"Forget it then," Feng turned his head away, "I would rather eat ten bowls of spicy ramen when I think of calling Izuna brother."

"Well...don't quarrel..." Shinichiro started the routine persuasion again.

It lasted for about a week, and it was revealed that Feng hadn't gone to ballet class for a long time.

"The note is coming! Run!"

Shinichiro and Izuna grabbed Feng's left and right hands, reflexively trying to escape.

But Feng didn't move.

"……What's wrong?"

Izona realized something was wrong.

"That's my dad."

Feng said.

"Hey?! Your dad is a cop...ah no, the police???"

Shinichiro was shocked.

Thinking of his daughter with the note hanging around like a delinquent for a week on the street, he felt that he hadn't made such a big mistake since becoming a delinquent.

"The task force was disbanded?"

Feng's face was full of exhaustion, stubble was protruding, and the man squatting in front of him was very calm.

"If I don't disband, I may have to join another special task force for missing children."

Dad treats Isana and Shinichiro to ramen.

It was at the ramen stall where Shinichiro invited Feng to eat on that snowy day.

"Please take care of my daughter."

Shinichiro knew this police officer... the person from the Metropolitan Police Department's search section [-], he had been in charge of the bosozoku before - that is, the era of the first generation of black dragons, and the police officer probably remembered his face.

Unexpectedly, the two who used to be like cats and mice would now drink tonkotsu soup at a ramen stand.

After that, Maple occasionally went to play with Shinichiro.

Her ballet class was changed to a figure skating class. Although it is also very hard, Feng prefers this sport where she can jump continuously and glide quickly on the ice.

Every jump reminded her of sitting on the back of Shinichiro's motorcycle.

She was gifted anyway, and when one is gifted, learning becomes enjoyable.

She even brought her little boy to meet Shinichiro.

"This is my younger sister," Feng held Muku's hand, and looked around Shinichiro's motorcycle shop, "I want to be a sister like Shinichiro."

"That's pretty good." Shinichiro put on a vest and oiled the motorcycle. "You must protect your younger brothers and sisters."

"Ok!"

Feng is indeed very talented in figure skating, so although she is still young, she has already started professional training. Apart from class, she goes skating every day.

Before she knew it, she hadn't contacted Shinichiro and Isana for a long time.

Whenever she wants to find it, her schedule is filled with new training and new competitions.

Swallow style, crab step, back and outside ice jump, hook jump...and her favorite Axel jump, the forward jump is fascinating.

With more and more technical reserves, people's expectations for her are also increasing.

Until the age of 12, Ren Zuqiusheng was killed by Yakuza, and there was not even a tombstone left. Feng and his mother changed their surnames to Shancun in order to avoid Yakuza's revenge.

At the same time, Feng developed Guan Chenhu and was no longer suitable for figure skating. She resolutely gave up this sport that she had devoted a lot of time to.

"Do you want to try pair, or ice dance?" The coach tried to persuade him to stay.

"No." However, Feng's attitude was extremely firm, "I have other things I want to do."

Feng didn't shed a single tear, but Muku hugged Feng's skates and cried like a little rabbit.

It was like helping Feng shed tears.

Feng turned around and went to the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gym.

"I heard that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is a technique of 'conquering the strong with softness' and 'conquering the strong with the weak'," she said to the curator wearing a black belt around her waist. "Can it make me stronger? Be strong, very strong." , the kind that won’t lose to anyone.”

Feng, who has a deep understanding of development, has realized that if she wants to be stronger than those men with better strength and physique, she must make a choice.

"Little girl, the strongest thing is not technology, but people." The curator's white beard trembled slightly, "You can learn from your brother first."

Turning his head, at this time, the senior brother's blue scalp is not as shiny as it will be later.

This year, Feng also entered junior high school.

"It is absolutely impossible for me to let you become a policeman! If you don't want to learn figure skating, just study hard for me and become a doctor in the future."

Before going out, Feng's mother's words seemed to be still echoing in her ears, her expression was unwilling and gloomy.

Then Muku stuffed a tamagoyaki into his mouth.

"It's time to eat sweets!"

Swallowing it whole, Feng laughed helplessly: "But I don't like sweet things..."

"Anyway, you laughed!"

The two walked to the school.

"Sister, can I borrow some money?"

But got stuck in an alley.

The other party seems to be a high school student, but no matter how you say it, it is too low-class to be reduced to the point of robbing a junior high school girl.

"Hey! Why don't you answer the boss's words?" Feng's dim-eyed younger brother said angrily, "Do you know who the boss is? He is a member of the evil organization 'Black Dragon'!"

"Are you... extortion?" Hearing the familiar name, Feng tilted his head, "So that's what bad guys do."

The fair-faced girl still had childish baby fat on her face, and her tone of voice was obviously fine, but it carried an unpleasant aura.

"What are you doing!"

Muku, who was originally hiding behind Feng, saw that someone was going to attack Feng, so he ran out almost subconsciously, and was pushed straight.

Falling into Feng's arms, Mu Neng felt the hand holding his shoulder tense instantly.

"It turns out that Shinichiro is the exception..."

You Shunran sighed with incomprehensible words, Muku saw Feng raised his hand, and grabbed the hand that pushed him.

"A mere junior high school student...!"

The face of the high school student is getting greener and greener.

His wrist was twisted and bent in another direction, his teeth chattered, and it wasn't until he was kicked hard in the abdomen that the scream was able to burst out of his lungs.

Even without entering the ground battle, Feng took out these two people in twos and twos.

"In the future, don't let me see you blackmailing here."

Pulling Muku past the high school students rolling on the ground, Feng remained expressionless.

……

"What's wrong."

Mulu kept silent, Feng turned his head away.

"You won't be scared, you can do it to that extent."

His father is also a police officer, and Muku has also been exposed to martial arts since he was a child.

"Being able to do it and doing it are two different things!" Lu blushed, "You're so handsome, Feng!... Is it too late for me to learn from Ba Rou now?"

"... You'd better learn karate, it's not so expensive."

But Feng didn't expect this kind of thing to happen a second time.

Muku had gone to join the club, and Feng, as an idle member of the Homecoming Club, walked slowly on the road.

Then I ran into a delinquent who was bullying girls.

"It won't matter if you accompany us to play."

The girls surrounded by groups looked familiar, and Feng remembered that this seemed to be her class monitor, and also the campus goddess who played the piano at the campus festival.

"Hey," she put her hands in her pockets, "can't you see that she doesn't want to?"

……

"thank you very much!"

Feng will be able to say a few words about the feeling of the campus goddess crying and throwing herself into his arms.

……

the third time.

"Is there any bad high school near our school?"

It's not fair.

Feng walked slowly into the alley, this time the one being bullied was a fuzzy Jarhead, who seemed to be blackmailed and unable to pay, so he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms to bear the fist.

"You!" Someone shouted at the first sight of Feng, "You are the girl who hunts bad guys nearby!"

"The girl with short black hair, very white hair, and a strawberry headdress...that's right! She must be the 'Hunter'!"

Feng couldn't smile, and the strawberry hairpin next to her ear became very present. She touched the little pink strawberry, which was a birthday present from Muling.

"Although I don't know who you are talking about...But sure enough, what you did made me very angry."

The fight went very smoothly this time, and Feng felt that compared to being beaten by those bad guys, he wanted to recognize his elder brother on the spot.

"Big Sister! This is my last pocket money, please accept it!"

...there really are!After Feng defeated a group of delinquents, the pot head who was originally full of tears came directly to the ground.

You won't even hand over your pocket money after being beaten like this, I can't see that you are such a kind of Jarhead!

"I don't want money."

"Then let me treat you to a popsicle!"

The kindness is hard to give up, Feng finally picked the cheapest popsicle, the kind that can be broken apart and eaten by two people.

"Here you are." She gave half of it to the pot head, "If anyone troubles you again, come to me."

Consciously cannibalistic, she felt a little bit more responsible.

……

But why do the rumors spread like "As long as you buy a popsicle, you can ask the 'hunter' to protect yourself." Ah!

After all the punks and bad high school students near Feng School were cleaned up, she lived a somewhat clean life.

"……where."

The campus goddess is holding the most expensive ice cream in front of you, can you refuse?

Anyway, Feng couldn't do it, and felt that even letting the beauty shed a tear would be a sin.

"Kabukicho..." The campus goddess' voice was as small as a mosquito, "I, I was just curious, so I took a look."

Feng understood that with her appearance, one look was enough to cause big trouble.

"I'll take the ice cream."

She took strawberry ice cream - I don't know where the campus goddess found out about her hobby.

But as expected, there is a reason why you are expensive, and the taste is very high-end.

"Well, are you the famous 'hunter' recently? It's scary~ You specialize in hunting bad things."

The boy is very tall, and the maple only reaches his chest.

"Are you the one who threatened the girl?" Feng was surprised by the person who suddenly blocked his way, "If not, can you get out of the way?"

"No way," he laughed like a fox, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Hanma Shuji, and Kabukicho is now... my territory."

……

"Go and see! 'Kabukicho Death' is fighting with the nearest 'Hunter'!"

"Who will win? Will it be Death!"

……

There were more people beside Feng and Banjian Xiuer, but the two people in the center of the topic could no longer care about their surroundings.

Shuji Hanjian is the strongest villain that Feng has encountered so far - she doesn't mean that she can't beat it, but this is also the first time that Feng has entered a ground battle with a villain recently.

When he held down Feng halfway and fell to the ground, he still felt that the fight seemed to be going too smoothly, but the next second.

He saw the corner of Feng's mouth curled up.

The defensive counterattack by the position has an incomparable advantage in the upper position. For example, the famous Kimura Suo in Barou is unexpectedly convenient in the lower position.

Both legs wrapped around the tall boy's waist, and Feng wrapped his elbows at the same time, and then turned over on the ground with his waist.

She hits the top right away while finishing with a perfect Kimura lock.

With just a slight twist, the humerus of Banjian Xiuer will crack like a frozen popsicle.

"I won."

The battle ended very quickly.

Feng licked the inside of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and couldn't help squinting his eyes. The blood surging brought by the application of technology in actual combat is no less than a successful triple axel by accident.

The name of "Hunter" has been thoroughly spread among the evil people in Tokyo.

"You are?"

I'm used to the bad guys I don't know on the road come looking for me... some come to worship the mountain, and some come to challenge the hunter.

She pretended not to see the former, and she shattered their delusions about the latter.

But the two in front of them were a little strange.

A boy with short blond hair was about the same height as himself, with big black eyes, like a cat.

Another blond braided Kui Kuai is about the same height as Banjian Xiuer, with a dragon tattoo on one side of his head, and looks impatient with his hands in his pockets.

All in all a strange combination.

"Ah, what should I do?" the boy with short blond hair puffed up his face, "it's a girl, Jianzi. I don't hit women."

"Then don't fight."

"But it's a pity. I heard that 'Hunter' is very strong. I really want to compare."

Feng decided to take a detour and leave. It sounded like they didn't intend to make trouble for themselves.

She's not really bad, so there's no need to stay where she is and pester her.

"Why don't you do this," Feng was pressed by his shoulder when he passed by with short blonde hair, "Be my friend, hunter! Join [Eastern Swastika], and then we can have a fight."

"Don't embarrass others." The blond braided head said helplessly.

"...I have a name, Yamamura Kaede."

Feng slowly reached out and pulled his hand off.

She didn't move at all - this boy, who was about the same height as Feng, had terrifying strength.

"Feng Jiang," he seemed to be very familiar, and called out his name directly, "My name is Mikey, and I am the chief of [Dongswast], and the one next to me is draken, my deputy chief, do you want to join Dongswast?"