Chapter 918: , Human Scum Uesugi!

Night had completely enveloped this industrial zone on the outskirts of Osaka.

The streetlights were sparse, spaced far apart, their light blooming in the winter night's fog into fuzzy, orange-yellow patches.

Two black sedans drove without headlights, hugging the curb as they crept slowly, stopping before an inconspicuous building at the road's end. The door was an iron gate, painted deep gray, the paint already mottled, the edges rusted.

Above the door frame there was no sign, no plaque, no house number.

By now it was already late.

"We've arrived, this should be the place." Nango Yui stepped out of the car, still holding an iPad in her hand: "Only here recently can animal corpses be processed."

"But it seems like there's no one inside?" Ikeda Erena said in a low voice: "The door is locked."

"Hey, anyone in there? Police!" Igarashi Hayato tried knocking on the door.

No response.

"It's fine." Uesugi Muneyuki got out of the front passenger seat, stood before the iron gate, and closed his eyes.

Beside him, Hironaka Mariko appeared, immediately flying inside.

After a moment he opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "There are people inside. More than one."

"Kai! It's up to you!"

Kai Toru got out of the back seat, holding a crowbar in his hand: "Ace Investigator applying for deployment!"

He walked to the iron gate, looked at the lock, without hesitation, the iron gate let out a sharp, tearing metal screech as it was forcibly ripped open, echoing for a long time in the empty factory grounds.

"Bang!!!"

The door was blasted open, and since Okada Masayoshi wasn't present, Nango Yui took command as the highest authority on scene, he hesitated for a moment, then still gestured for everyone to ready their pistols.

"Want to have a shootout with me? Then you'd better watch out!" Date Nagamune drew his M9, revealing a bloodthirsty expression: "Animal protection, white leftists, feminists, LGBT, DEI, UN relief organizations, the Red Army, unions—all ought to die!"

"Shut up!" Uesugi Muneyuki frowned, thought it over, and still shielded everyone in front of him.

The scene inside the door was unexpectedly neat.

A corridor led into the building's interior, the walls on both sides were white ceramic tiles, the lighting was fluorescent lamps, harsh white and uniform.

At the end of the corridor was a spacious hall, in the corner piled several bags of cat food, along the wall stood a row of cages, inside a heap of cats and dogs.

Just then, several people emerged from deep in the corridor, wearing uniform dark blue work uniforms, embroidered on the chest with a cat paw pattern. The one leading was a man in his fifties, dark-skinned, sharp-eyed, with a steady gait.

He stopped a few meters from Uesugi Muneyuki, looked him up and down, and his first words, spoken with clear hostility and cynical anger, were: "Who are you? How did you get in? Who let you in?"

"Wait, you're Uesugi Muneyuki? Special Mission Division?" someone recognized Uesugi Muneyuki.

Uesugi Muneyuki didn't answer, just walked straight inside.

The man's voice grew more shrill, his Kansai accent mixed with a heavy smoky-drunk rasp, echoing in the empty hall: "Do you know what place this is? This is an animal rescue center! You brought people in, broke down the door, what do you want to do? Destroy animal protection? Do you still have any humanity? You, you're basically a cancer on humanity!"

Ikeda Erena walked up from behind, stood beside him, and lightly pressed her hand on his arm: "Don't mind them."

Then the tall beauty policewoman pulled out her police handbook: "Police!"

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded, without stopping.

He walked past those people. Behind him, those people still stood there, someone still shouting, someone taking photos, someone making calls: "This is an illegal search! This is illegal! Damn foreign forces! Uesugi Muneyuki is a spy sent from across the sea, I'm going to report them, I'm going to report them!"

Uesugi Muneyuki pushed open the iron gate at the end of the corridor, a cold wind carrying a strong, indescribable smell blew in his face.

The courtyard was much larger than imagined, surrounded by walls, the ground was concrete, with a few dim yellow lamps in the corners.

Dozens of trash cans were neatly arranged in the courtyard, gray, about waist-high, with lids, each filled to the brim. Uesugi Muneyuki walked in, stood before that row of trash cans. The lids were tightly sealed, but the smell still seeped through the gaps—dried blood, rotting meat, residual disinfectant.

He reached out and lifted the lid of the first can.

Inside were cats, piled together, gray, orange, tabby, big and small, some already rotted, some still retaining their whole form.

The second can was dogs.

The third can was also cats and dogs.

All corpses, all the cats and dogs rescued by this animal organization.

All processed?

Isn't that cruel?

Yet after seeing it, Uesugi Muneyuki nodded in his heart.

Although extremely cruel, although extremely extreme, although especially dark humor—this group's radical rescue of cats and dogs resulted in them being mass-processed and slaughtered, so-called cat-abuse zones being no better than cat-love zones on a whim.

But doing this is indeed correct.

By specifically targeting those housewives and rich young ladies who madly suck blood.

By mass-processing batches of slaughtering sick cats, ugly cats, evil cats.

This animal protection organization can only survive.

Just doing this already seems very humorous.

Uesugi Muneyuki thought that probably the cats and dogs executed by these cat-loving people were about 1919 times the number hated by cat-haters, and occasionally a few real viruses really can't compare to this group's mass rescue and mass slaughter, mass sparks.

What harbinger of apocalypse? Descent of doomsday?

But this is the correct way.

Uesugi Muneyuki thought that precisely because of this, they don't want to be seen, after all, animal protection organizations protecting animals through mass slaughter of animals have actually become cat and dog slaughterhouses, which is too darkly humorous.

So, if following Old Ren's words, the children's corpses should be hidden in here……

He lifted the lid of the fifth can. The contents inside were different.

The color was wrong, the shape was wrong, the smell wasn't exactly the same either. The chunks inside the can each had clear cut marks, here the cats and dogs had been skinned, undergone precise cutting, edges neat, sizes similar.

Uesugi Muneyuki stood in place, looking at those chunks in the can, and gently closed the lid.

His respect for this animal protection organization deepened further.

Turns out they even know how to skin cats and dogs! Because fur is also a business!

Pay tribute to legendary cat lovers!

I'd call you true masters of cat love!

He closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into that gray space.

Four children, open your eyes, where are you guys?

He silently recited it several times.