Chapter 828

When Date Nagamune and the others arrived at the entrance of Sam's Supermarket, Uesugi Muneyuki had already finished here.

Godai and Tsugawa were there, their red and golden armor gleaming under the cold storage's white lights like two war gods stepping out of ancient mythology.

Five middle-aged men lay on the ground, beaten into a bloody mess, their half-ruined bodies scattered about; the cold storage lights flickered once—possibly due to unstable voltage, or perhaps an aftereffect of some supernatural phenomenon.

In that flash, the two warriors' forms blurred for an instant, like a television screen with poor signal.

When the light stabilized, Godai Yusuke and Tsugawa Shouichi stood back in their original positions, wearing delivery jackets, one clutching half a chocolate wrapper, the other tidying his wind-blown hair.

Behind them, the slogan "Rice Ball Delivery: Fast for Anything" made the scene seem as if nothing had happened.

"Please keep this secret, Uesugi Chief," Godai Yusuke said, smiling and giving Uesugi Muneyuki a thumbs-up: "We've always trusted you, Uesugi-san!"

"So who can tell me exactly how we got fat four?" Uesugi Muneyuki rolled his eyes, saw Godai Yusuke shake his head, and turned to Tsugawa Shouichi: "You? Shouichi-san?"

"Sorry, Uesugi-san, we can't tell you. If you have questions, ask Ozawa Sumiko-san—she's the head of Generation 3 Project and the only one with authority to authorize our deployment and answer your doubts." Tsugawa Shouichi also smiled: "But you're included in the designated special protection personnel list, likely considering this situation, Ozawa-san specially authorized us both?" "Yes, politicians come and go as needed, but truly irreplaceable talent is the most precious—it's us Public Security Police who chose you! Uesugi-san!" Godai Yusuke said earnestly.

"Said and unsaid are the same." Uesugi Muneyuki couldn't help but complain.

But he also realized this likely involved the deepest secrets of the Japanese Public Security Police, so after thinking, he didn't pursue it further.

Hmm, maybe I should first consult Mai Xuejie.

Okada Masayoshi strode in, followed by limping Date Nagamune, panting Maeda Toshihide, expressionless Kai Toru, and Nanango Yui still gripping her sidearm.

Their gazes swept over the cold storage scene—scattered shelves, goods strewn across the floor, five humanoid objects twisted in various poses across the corners—then froze in the same instant.

Date Nagamune spoke first, a sound squeezed from deep in his throat, between a groan and a howl, carrying the old nobility's restraint yet unable to conceal its essence: a wail.

"Hey, what exactly did you all protect?"

He clutched his head with both hands, fingers digging into his hair, eyes bulging, staring at the shattered beverage rack—two-liter bottles of Citrus, orange juice, grape juice, and fresh milk, at least fifty to sixty destroyed, brown liquid still seeping from broken necks, pooling on the cold storage floor into a small stream.

His gaze shifted to the pile of scattered frozen pizzas—at least fifty to sixty boxes, some crushed flat, some pressed under shelves, some pinned by frozen pork, resembling a Normandy landing in the pizza world.

"How much will this cost……" Date Nagamune's voice carried a despairing, world-weary calm, like a middle-aged man who'd lost his entire fortune in a casino: "Ya mie lou, Ou nei gai!"

Maeda Toshihide's reaction was more direct.

He clutched his face with both hands, mouth forming a perfect O, eyes wider than Date Nagamune's, letting out a short, sharp cry like a cat stepped on its tail.

"My goodness—rack! The racks are all crooked! That rack must be worth tens of thousands! No, it's industrial-grade, at least over ten thousand! And those pizzas! Those juices! You guys don't want them—send them to me!"

"Maeda, Date." Kai Toru's voice came from behind, calm and cold: "Stay calm. We're police; losses incurred during normal law enforcement are borne by the suspect."

Date Nagamune, likely accustomed to the Self-Defense Forces, had grown used to immediately blaming subordinates for problems—superiors' faults are subordinates' errors, subordinates' merits go to superiors—so if this happened during duty, he'd definitely shift blame downward, making them bear it.

As for Maeda Toshihide, this guy is pure spoiled rich boy, doesn't understand these things.

"Ah, no, buddy." Maeda Toshihide exhaled in relief, then immediately complained: "So why did we end up like this? Kai Senpai, did you see that rack? It's completely crooked! Its leg—its leg bent! How much force would it take to bend an industrial rack's leg?"

Kai Toru didn't answer, merely checked the condition of the five suspects on the ground, saw no one dead, exhaled in relief, and said he'd call an ambulance.

"It's fine." Uesugi Muneyuki spoke: "We conducted normal law enforcement. These five are suspects in the serial mass murder case, armed with knives, resisting arrest; we took necessary measures during enforcement, causing the scene's damage. Under Article 35 of Japan's Penal Code—justifiable defense and emergency avoidance causing damage, the actor bears no compensation liability. All losses fall on the suspect."

"Besides…… don't worry, Sam's Supermarket has insurance—this large retailer's commercial comprehensive policy covers, among other things, 'third-party property damage caused during law enforcement.'"

"Specifically, their policy includes a clause called 'Public Liability Insurance Extension,' explicitly covering property damage compensation resulting from government agencies lawfully performing duties. The insurance company will pay."

"Searched to death pinch~""That road or more!" Date Nagamune and Maeda Toshihide then let out satisfied sounds.

"Indeed, police are still good—we have legal protection. If I were still in the Self-Defense Forces, facing this, I'd surely say this is a personal non-military duty act, unrelated to headquarters!" Date Nagamune complained: "Self-Defense Forces monthly pay is just a few bucks? How long would I have to pay……" Uesugi Muneyuki waved his hand, indicating you don't need to keep emphasizing the water character count.

Outside the cold storage, afternoon sunlight streamed through Sam's Supermarket's glass curtain wall, casting warm patterns of light and shadow on the ground. Security guards and a few clerks stood afar, peering over, faces full of curiosity and tension.

A middle-aged man in a suit, likely the duty manager, walked quickly over, holding a file folder, his face bearing a professional smile with a hint of tension.

"Officer, I'm the duty manager here—I'd like to ask about the situation inside."

"Normal law enforcement." Okada Masayoshi arrived, tone flat as assigning tasks to subordinates: "Suspects are under control. Please don't clean the scene temporarily; our personnel will come to collect evidence. All losses borne by suspects—you just handle insurance."

The duty manager's mouth opened, wanting to say something, but seeing the scene inside—five handcuffed men being led out one by one, one barefoot—he wisely chose to stay silent, stepped aside, and began calling the insurance company.

Yeah, got insurance!

None of my business!

Moreover, our Sam's Supermarket isn't really famous—can't we use this opportunity to slightly ride Uesugi Chief's traffic, blow up a bit?

If we could get Hand of God to film an episode here, this supermarket might become an influencer打卡 spot—then we'd truly be endlessly benefited, endlessly benefited囗牙!

Maeda Toshihide followed at the rear of the line, and as he passed the duty manager, he whispered: "That…… the rack really wasn't our fault…… it was the suspect who hit it themselves……"

The duty manager glanced at him, offering a "I believe you only if there's a ghost" smile, but also didn't care, saying into the phone: "Yes, Special Mission Division enforcement, yes, we have their entry surveillance, yes, no surveillance inside the cold storage, but Uesugi Muneyuki came personally, yes, five suspects, all detained. Scene has partial goods damage, mainly frozen food and beverage areas…… yes, roughly…… uh…… looks like quite a lot…… okay, I'll wait for you to come personally."

"Take them away!" Uesugi Muneyuki waved his big hand.

At the same time, Yamada Nanase's location.

"Inspector Ikeda, are they okay?" Yamada Nanase timidly asked Ikeda Erena, whose suit dress was torn halfway open, who had learned during the pursuit that the suspects were all male and was told to return to protect Yamada, now furious at being played with yet unused, as Ikeda Erena and Maeda Toshihide evaluated—Ikeda Erena, the type of workplace woman with sharp gaze and aura, successful experience, confidence, plus years of martial arts training giving her a fit, upright figure, and after being with Uesugi Muneyuki enjoying a harmonious sex life, this makes the tall beauty policewoman not very popular with men, because men dislike such aggressive-looking women, but placed in women especially Yamada Nanase's eyes, it's exactly that.

Sis, so cool!

Meanwhile, inexplicably scolded and handcuffed, still not fully cleared of suspicion, nearby company employee Satou Rina wore a pained face.

Done yet? If this continues, I'll lose my job!

"It's fine, the suspect's been caught." Ikeda Erena squeezed out a smile at Yamada Nanase: "Congratulations, Nanase—you'll soon be transferred to our Special Mission Division!"

"Eh, really?" Yamada Nanase looked very excited.

She felt like she was living in a real-life fantasy dream.

Over these past two weeks, she'd lived the dream life she'd longed for, enjoyed various luxuries and high-end consumption, and met the stunningly unmatched Mai-sama, the tsundere sharp-tongued Asuka, the cute and lovable Hana Jiang, and finally encountered no danger, completed the mission, and could even use this merit to transfer into the Special Mission Division as a clerical officer?

Success really is this simple?!

Yamada Nanase thought this was probably the heavenly Yuuki blessing himself.

Everything's getting better!

And most importantly, no more stockings!

Great~

And contrary to outside rumors, Uesugi-san feels like a good person!

When the five men were escorted back to Wakoku County Police Headquarters, it was already evening.

The interrogation room was insufficient, so the Special Mission Division temporarily requisitioned four conference rooms on the third floor of the prefectural police headquarters, separating the five individuals.

The hallway was filled with the scent of convenience store coffee and instant curry, as detectives shuffled between rooms holding disposable cups, their notebooks filled with hurried, hastily written interrogation notes.

Uesugi Muneyuki did not enter the interrogation room; he intended to find Ozawa Sumiko to inquire about Godai and Sho Hito when Okada Masayoshi and Nango Yui approached him holding several documents.

"Uesugi Chief, look at this quickly!"

Uesugi Muneyuki took the documents doubtfully, glanced at them briefly, and his pupils contracted instantly.

"What the hell?!"

"This... this is???"