Chapter 248 - Sticky Gazes, Sticky Collusion
The time for the decisive battle has come.
And so, the time for the decisive battle has come.
Today is the promised Saturday, 5:20 PM.
The three of us—Hayasaka-san, Kato-san, and I—were gathered at the apartment entrance.
Gondo should be arriving to pick us up soon, but...
"He's late."
"Indeed," the two female police officers replied, exchanging glances.
"Maybe we shouldn't expect a criminal to be punctual."
At my grumbling, Hayasaka-san replied with a snort.
"Coming from someone with a criminal record like you?"
...It had been that way since our first meeting, but this woman makes a prickly remark every single time.
Even though she has such a cute appearance.
Hayasaka-san has a considerable baby face, with looks that don't make her look like a police officer at all.
Her hairstyle is twin-tails, and she has an aura that makes it seem like she could go undercover as a high school girl right this instant.
And yet, her clothing is mature, a combination of a sleeveless high-neck sweater and a knee-length tight skirt.
It's a coordination that feels like it could kill a Virgin.
Because of her short stature and large breasts—a so-called transistor glamour physique—even if one weren't a Virgin, one might be killed by the stray bullets of such an outfit. If it were me, I would undoubtedly die. I wouldn't mind being killed by these breasts.
While I was stealing glances at the swell of her sweater with such lewd motives,
"What are you staring at so intently?"
She noticed me in an instant.
But if I were to hurriedly avert my eyes now, it would be the same as confessing that I was looking with lewd eyes.
Rather, I should stare even harder.
I furrowed my brows and continued to glare at her breasts with a powerful gaze.
It was nothing more than a way to buy time to think of an excuse, but Hayasaka-san began to fidget with a look that said, "Is there something strange stuck to my chest?"
She's an easy target.
"Hmm... you certainly dressed quite flashily."
"That was the request, after all."
Since we were infiltrating a Yakuza gathering, I had certainly requested that they come in clothing that would absolutely not reveal them as police officers.
Since Hayasaka-san and the others would be posing as new talents I was managing, I asked them to dress like budding celebrities.
"With this coordination, you have a gravure idol vibe, so I'll have you move under that setting today. Does that seem okay?"
"I don't mind. I don't know much about the entertainment industry, so I have no choice but to trust your judgment. ...Ah, were you thinking about how to disguise my identity?"
"...Y-Yes, exactly! For things like this, I have to carefully examine the person's aura and fabricate something convincing, you see."
"Then you should just observe more boldly. Well, fine. I just have to pretend to be a gravure idol, right?"
As I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I had managed to bluff my way through, Kato-san, who was next to us, asked, "What do I look like to you?"
She seemed somewhat excited, or so it felt to me.
"Hmm, Kato-san is..."
In contrast to Hayasaka-san, she had a mature appearance.
With a slender physique, she wore a striped shirt with effortless grace. Her chest was perhaps a B-cup at most, but regardless, the shape of her hips was excellent. Because she was wearing tight jeans, the shape of her buttocks could be clearly seen.
I had to admit, it was a feast for the eyes.
"Let's say Kato-san is a model."
"Eh!"
She seemed quite happy. Was that the answer she was expecting?
"I'm a model—!"
"So what?"
"Megumi doesn't have enough height, though~"
"So what!"
...It seems Kato-san has a more approachable personality than Hayasaka-san.
The way she teased her smaller colleague made her look like nothing more than an office lady.
Though Sugitani-san says this person is a fourth-dan in Kendo.
"Oh, he's here."
While the two girls were chirping away, a black Mercedes appeared from across the street.
The police duo's expressions instantly turned serious at the sight of a vehicle that looked like it belonged to an anti-social force no matter how you looked at it.
While everyone watched with bated breath, the Mercedes slowly decelerated and stopped in front of us.
The door opened, and a tall man stepped out from the passenger seat.
Gondo had made his appearance.
"Yo, Boss. Ah? What's with these cuties? The Boss's Kakitare?"
In entertainment industry slang, Kakitare means 'women used for sexual services.'
In short, that bastard Gondo had immediately committed sexual harassment.
Fortunately, Hayasaka-san and the others didn't seem to quite understand what Kakitare referred to, as they tilted their heads in confusion.
"These people are plainclothes officers."
"What did you say...?"
"It's fine, isn't it?"
Gondo's gaze grew sharp.
Now, how will he react here? Well, I can more or less predict it, but...
"Ho-oh. To think such a coincidence exists. Man, actually, I was planning on bringing some police acquaintances of mine along with me, too."
"...You are in collusion with the local police, aren't you?"
"Well, of course. We have a mutually beneficial relationship. Come on, young ladies! If you're police and girls, you're more than welcome."
Hayasaka-san and Kato-san climbed into the back seat with stunned expressions.
They were likely shocked that their own colleagues were in such intimate relations with a gang.
"It's a pleasure, truly. Ever since the Anti-Boryokudan Act was passed, the young cops have become completely estranged from us. To think girls like you would come. Is it that? Are the quotas for the handgun crackdown month too strict? If you'd like, shall I submit them for you? After all, to help the officers our syndicate is close with get promoted, we used to intentionally smuggle guns just to turn them in. We're experts at that kind of thing. Or do you want to buy some handsome minors? No? Then drugs?"
"May I shoot this man dead right now...?"
While restraining Hayasaka-san, who had her hand on her handgun, I also climbed into the back seat.
With such a troublesome start, I suddenly felt a headache coming on.