Chapter 780: Special Mission Division Assembles!

PS: The case is quite difficult to write about, so today I'll just write one chapter of 4600 words.

At the same time, when Watanabe Eiji saw the news, in Bunkyo Ward, Sakurada Bridge Tower, Room 1802, the Uesugi residence.

Uesugi Muneshige was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world; at eleven o'clock at night, he was personally reviewing the newly released forensic report from the United States.

Since he had established contact with Ken at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, a communication channel had been formed, and the U. S. side also learned that Japan had a forensic expert of considerable skill, so academic exchanges occasionally took place.

Well, he is the only one.

He was looking at the autopsy report sent by Ken regarding the Chinese detective Li Changyu on a certain FBI case, pondering the origins and developments.

The cases he has to handle are increasing in number, and it's no longer possible to revive every corpse with a soul-summoning technique; he needs to enrich his arsenal. Meanwhile, in front of him, Ikeda Erina was holding a fitness ring, exercising in front of the TV. At home, Erina was less restrained, wearing only a small tank top and yoga pants, gripping the fitness ring as she worked out, sweat already soaking through her back. The tall, beautiful female officer was in high spirits, humming a tune, clearly in a good mood. The Lululemon leggings clung tightly to her long, shapely legs, outlining a beautiful shape, while her full bust swayed with her movements, making it feel as if the entire screen were vibrating, forming a stunning visual. Meanwhile, Saito Asuka sat nearby reading a book, one moment reading, the next struck by a deep sense of loneliness, emptiness, coldness, envy, jealousy, and hatred. It had been several months since the New Year, and yet her intimate encounters with Mr. Uesugi were not infrequent—so why had her figure shown no change at all? Kora! The book Asuka was reading was a world-renowned children's classic, with total sales exceeding 800 million copies, written by British author J. K. Rowling: the sixth book in the series, *Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince*.

"All that could be seen was a yellow steed bursting forth from the Nasa Ling Mountain Pass, as a young commander arrived, his Danba Dorji army soaring through the heavens!"

"Hogwarts' Crimson Banner Gryffindor Standard, Third-Rank Courageous Marquis, Exquisite Ni Ha Ban Jia, Awarded the Four-Team Lion Garb, Three Banners Nadam Wrestling Champion Batur, First Darhan! The indomitable steppe buffalo that survived great peril, Harry Potter pays homage!"

"Proclaim!" The leading figure, an old man with white beard and hair, wore a stone-blue satin robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon—not just on four panels, but the entire garment embroidered, with sea waves and river cliffs at the hem, auspicious clouds supporting the sun and moon.

Senior Guardian of the Ministry of Magic, Commander of the Imperial Guard, Third-Rank Loyal and Virtuous Duke, Wensen Jia Mansion's Chief Grand Scholar, Leader of the Phoenix Society, holding the title of Grand Tutor, bestowed the Purple Ribbon, awarded the Five-Claw Dragon Robe, hereditary, not subject to the Eight Divisions' National Duke, Hogwarts' Grand Priest Albus-Danba Dorji stood there. Behind Harry Potter stood his two companions: Luna-Erdrich and Khamenei-Oranus Child.

Asuka watched with great fascination.

No wonder it's a British classic—it's simply wonderful!

It's a pity that after finishing this book of Harry Potter's story, only the final volume, *Harry Potter and the Tengri Three Arrows*, remains. This splendid tale, rich in Western fantasy hues, is about to reach its conclusion, and the final showdown between Harry Potter and the Basilisk will bring this story to a close. As for what Minami is doing?

After dinner, Minami the heiress, full and satisfied, suddenly felt a whim. She took out a brand-new, glossy, high-waisted, seamless, ultra-thin Lycra pantyhose in aurora colors, put it on, then coyly and mischievously sat on Uesugi Muneshige's lap and said: "Anada~ I want to fix myself a bit."

The result was that, about twenty minutes later, the nearly falling-apart Minami heiress hastily washed up, climbed into bed, pulled the covers over herself, and prepared to sleep early.

"Speaking of which, Asha, how are you doing at the police academy?" Uesugi Muneshige asked casually.

"Well, it's just like that." Asuka replied, pouting.

Asuka's grades weren't great, so after high school graduation, Minami directly arranged for her to enter the police academy, preparing to graduate in two years and then join the General Affairs Division as a non-professional staff member—everything had already been arranged. By then, she would be assigned to the Public Relations Division, becoming the next "Face of the Metropolitan Police," responsible for filming various promotional videos, serving as an image spokesperson and speaker, and even able to sing, dance, rap, and play baseball.

"In short, just do a little better at school, don't fail any courses, and graduate properly." Uesugi Muneshige said with a smile.

"Mm~ No need for you to remind me—I'll manage on my own!" Asuka puffed up her little bird-like face, saying angrily: "Muneshige, you also need to have a little faith in me!"

"I've always had faith in you, Asha, but you also need to give me a little faith in return." Uesugi Muneshige raised his eyebrows: "Look at your Sakura sister—she's made a name for herself as an idol and streamer, full of color and energy. Now look at you?"

"Hmph~ That's only because you, Muneshige, won't let me debut as an idol or do livestreams; otherwise, I'd definitely do better than Sakura sister!" Asuka protested indignantly.

"There's some truth to that." Ikeda Erina interjected, wiping sweat from her forehead as the tall, beautiful woman spoke.

You'd better not say that to me—you're a useless bum who never even went to university. Asuka glared, thinking: You just rely on those two lumps of fat on your body to get by, huh!

But every time Muneshige is tired, all he needs to do is bury his face in them, wiggle a bit, and then the plus-sized woman lightly pats his back saying "Come on," and Muneshige quickly regains his energy!

Damn it!

Around 1 a. m., everyone had gone to their respective beds.

Uesugi Muneshige had a dream.

In the dream, he was performing an autopsy on a corpse with an unknown cause of death. When he opened the chest cavity, the heart suddenly twitched once, and the corpse suddenly opened its eyes, asking him who he was. Uesugi Muneshige jumped back in shock, took a step backward, and then heard someone calling his name.

"Muneshige……Muneshige……"

It was Erina's voice. He opened his eyes.

The bedroom was very dark, only a sliver of streetlight seeping through the curtain gap. Minami the heiress lay on her side beside him, one hand resting on his chest, her face buried in his shoulder, breathing evenly.

"Muneshige!" On his other side, Erina was pushing him. The tall, beautiful woman wore nothing but a pair of Polish Marylene non-slip nylon stockings with suspenders: "Phone!"

The phone was ringing.

Not a mobile phone, but the black dedicated line at the entrance—the one used for internal emergency contact at the Metropolitan Police Department.

Uesugi Muneshige gently moved Minami's hand aside, got up, and stepped onto the floor. As his foot touched the ground, he heard Minami mumble something indistinctly, turn over, and then, like an octopus, wrap herself around Erina again.

Are you a face-hugging bug? Uesugi Muneshige chuckled slightly.

He walked to the entrance, picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Uesugi."

"Chief Uesugi, this is the Duty Room of the Criminal Investigation Division, Metropolitan Police Department. Emergency assembly order. All members of the Special Investigations Unit, report to the headquarters immediately." The voice on the other end was young, carrying the dry hoarseness of someone who'd stayed up too late, but the tension in their tone was unmistakable.

"What situation requires an emergency summoning of the Special Investigations Unit?" Uesugi Muneshige asked.

……A major incident has occurred, a major incident has occurred. The specific details need to be explained at the scene."

"Understood."

He hung up, stood in the entrance, and thought for two seconds.

Emergency assembly.

What is it that requires the Metropolitan Police Department to urgently summon the Special Investigations Unit at this hour?

He walked back to the bedroom and turned on the light.

Minami the heiress was curled up under the covers, the light making her frown as it stung her eyes.

"What's wrong……" she mumbled: "I can't take it anymore, I really can't, Muneshige—go find Erina, I still want to sleep……You don't have to go to work tomorrow, do you?"

"Emergency assembly." Uesugi Muneshige said softly: "All members of the Special Investigations Unit, Metropolitan Police Department."

Minami Uesugi's eyes snapped open.

That drowsy, half-asleep gaze cleared in an instant—she sat up, the blankets slipped off, revealing her bare shoulders and collarbones, and realized the seriousness of the situation.

What could possibly require the Special Investigations Unit to assemble in the middle of the night?

Something major must have happened!

Uesugi solves cases with utmost caution; Minami doesn't make a fuss over big matters. Her face flushed with agitation as she tried to get out of bed, but then her movement stopped: "Muneshige"

"Hmm?" Uesugi Muneshige was already changing clothes.

"I……"

Her face turned red— the redness spreading from her cheeks to the roots of her ears, clearly visible in the light.

Uesugi Muneshige froze for a moment, then understood.

Earlier, things had been too intense—Minami really did have weak legs.

"Pfft" The Ikeda Erena beside her laughed, thinking, Who let you be so clumsy and still love to play?

Uesugi Minami bit her lower lip, glaring at Uesugi Muneyuki and Ikeda Erena, her eyes half annoyed, half helpless: "Why are you just standing there watching? Come help already!"

Uesugi Muneyuki chuckled, lifting Uesugi Minami by the waist, while Ikeda Erena casually slipped off her nightgown, skillfully taking out her and Uesugi Minami's clothes: a dark gray women's suit, a white shirt, with a thin silk scarf tied at the collar.

"What happened?" Ikeda Erena had changed in five minutes, and putting on stockings took just two minutes, but Uesugi Minami was much slower—she needed Uesugi Muneyuki to support her while Ikeda Erena helped her dress. Fortunately, the two were already very practiced, clearly not the first time: "Was it my dad's call?" "The duty room at the Metropolitan Police Department called." Uesugi Muneyuki said.

"That's exactly what my dad had them call." Uesugi Minami snorted from her nose: "It must be serious!"

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded. As the daughter of Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji and the Special Mission Section Chief Uesugi Minami, Superintendent, who had sat in this position for three months, she knew better than anyone what such a midnight emergency assembly usually meant.

Something big had happened!

Something big enough that the Superintendent General had to immediately deploy the Special Mission Division.

The three walked into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Uesugi Minami leaned on Uesugi Muneyuki's shoulder, eyes shut: "Muneyuki, hold me."

Uesugi Muneyuki reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.

The elevator descended floor by floor.

"Muneyuki, Erena-chan." Uesugi Minami pulled both Uesugi Muneyuki and Ikeda Erena into her embrace.

"Mm."

"No matter what it is, we're together."

Uesugi Muneyuki said nothing, just tightened his hold on her and Ikeda Erena.

The elevator reached the underground garage.

When they got into the Lexus, Uesugi Minami had already opened her eyes—the twenty-six-year-old Police Superintendent, full of vigor.

"Special Mission Division, Level One readiness, Level Two readiness, launch!"

1:20 a. m., throughout Tokyo Metropolis.

In a certain ward, inside an ordinary apartment building, the phone rang.

A hand reached out from under the blanket, fumbled for a while, and finally grabbed the microphone.

"Hello... this is Kai..."

"Emergency assembly! Special Mission Division!" The phone hung up.

Kai Toru, lying under the blanket, lay still for three seconds, then violently threw off the covers and sat up: "Damn, after a period of calm, trouble always follows." Beside him, his girlfriend Debuki Etsuko turned over, mumbling sleepily: "What's wrong? Toru?"

"Work." Kai Toru had already gotten out of bed and started dressing: "Etsuko, you go back to sleep."

"Now?" Debuki Etsuko gasped, eyes wide open.

"Mm." Kai Toru searched for his tie: "Damn, where's my chest pin?"

"Here." His girlfriend also got up, Debuki Etsuko whispered: "Work hard, Toru. I'm here at home, no need to worry." "Okay."

In another ward, another apartment building.

The phone rang once and was immediately picked up.

"Understood." Hojo Toru of the Public Security Division said nothing extra, hung up, turned on the light, quickly dressed, checked his sidearm, picked up his briefcase, then turned and walked out the door.

Inside a certain tower block, Maeda Toshihide hadn't even gone to sleep yet.

In front of him were three screens: one playing Hearthstone Battlegrounds, one playing Hearts of Iron, and another watching a VTB livestream, while a phone stand held Arknights' weekly tasks.

"The sweetest, sweetest, sweetest strawberries from Ejiji! Happier than today! Renren, our bigger dance sight!" Maeda Toshihide's 10,000-yen SC stood out prominently.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Emergency assembly! Metropolitan Police Department!"

"Received! Received! Received! Received! Top directive, Metropolitan Police Department assembly, understood understood understood!" Maeda Toshihide instantly shouted, his voice boiling with热血: "Charge charge charge charge charge charge!"

After speaking, he casually tidied up and walked straight out the door.

Meanwhile, in a certain Metropolitan Police Department dormitory, the phone had been ringing for a long time.

When answered, Date Nagamune's voice came through, thick with sleep: "Hello..."

"Emergency assembly." Uesugi Muneyuki's voice rang out: "Come to the Metropolitan Police Department right now!"

"... Now? You serious?" Date Nagamune let out a long yawn: "I've got a full day of handshake events scheduled today." "Now, I'm not joking with you." Uesugi Muneyuki said coldly.

The line fell silent for two seconds, then Date Nagamune's voice came back: "Understood, I'll be there right away."

The light came on, Date Nagamune sat up alone, rubbed his eyes, yawned, then slowly got out of bed.

While dressing, he glanced out the window.

The night was deep, Tokyo very quiet.

He suddenly recalled three years ago, when he first joined the Special Mission System, he had asked his uncle Date Yasumune a question: What exactly does this Special Mission System do?

Back then, Date Yasumune's answer was: To do what others cannot.

Now he knows.

What others cannot do, is usually done in the dead of night.

Akane-chan, did you see that? I, Date, am also working hard!

1:40 a. m.

The building stood silent in the night, one of its floors housing the Criminal Investigation Department's Special Mission Division.

The elevator doors opened, and Uesugi Muneyuki, Uesugi Minami, and Ikeda Erena stepped out.

There were already people in the hallway.

Several figures stood at the Special Mission Division's entrance—Okada Masayoshi was smoking, Nanxiang Yui was drinking water, Kanjou Wataru leaned against the wall, eyes closed, cultivating his spirit. Seeing them approach, everyone straightened up.

"Section Chief."

"Uesugi Chief."

Uesugi Minami nodded slightly: "Let's go in."

She walks normally now, only occasionally showing a slight stumble that only Uesugi Muneyuki and Eirina can notice.

The lights in the Special Mission Division office are fully on.

The long table is set up, with several laptops, stacks of blank documents, several pens, and the whiteboard on the wall clean and empty, not a single word on it.

People arrive one by one.

No one speaks, no one asks what happened. Everyone knows that being summoned at this time means only one thing: waiting for notification. Soon, Superintendent General Watanabe Eiji arrives with Criminal Investigation Department Chief Mouri Takayoshi and Metropolitan Police Criminal Bureau Chief Uchimura Kanji, who briefly explains the current situation, including CNN's investigation, including the discovery by FBI agent Losjihuhuhutu, including the identification by American citizen Lanshin-Fulanqin-Bilige, and including that this matter has already involved dark web trafficking and the possibility of more victims.

Everyone present feels shocked.

Why do we have to wait for American media reports to find out about this kind of thing?

"The demand is simple: all of the Special Mission Division must immediately go to Kanagawa Prefecture. I require you to clarify everything and report back to me by seven o'clock this morning." Watanabe Eiji shouted: "This is a major matter concerning national prestige, and the Americans are waiting for news!" "Moreover, Commander of US Forces Japan General Zachary-Blancart-Ulan is preparing to go to Yokosuka and is waiting for our response!" Watanabe Eiji said solemnly: "The Americans are watching!"

This sentence instantly made everyone feel pressure.

Diplomacy is no small matter, especially with Americans!

While Uesugi Muneyuki looked at the temporarily sliced news and posted pictures, he frowned.

Why are things in Kanagawa always so bad?

This will be his fourth deployment to Kanagawa, the esteemed Metropolitan Police Department constantly forced to handle Kanagawa affairs……and this time there is no corpse available for questioning.

The Fourth Battle of Kanagawa is about to begin! And this time the enemy is very likely our own police!

Who exactly is the enemy, and who is the friend?

This time, we might need Asuka's help……