Chapter 11: Truly a Wicked Sense of Humor!

The single-person office fell silent, broken only occasionally by the clicking of a mouse.

Kanehara Noboru’s expression gradually grew more contemplative.

Testimonies from Koichiro Numazawa, the investigation into the courier service, the on-site inspection of where Numazawa was held captive, surveillance footage outside the prefectural police headquarters, phone card inquiries, vehicle movement records...

This was all the detailed information provided by the Osaka Prefectural Police.

They had even conducted some investigations that weren’t strictly necessary, likely driven by curiosity about who exactly had sent Koichiro Numazawa over.

Unfortunately, despite all this digging, there was no clue—not appearance, fingerprints, nor even the suspect’s age.

Even the voice on the “courier” call seemed deliberately altered.

This was a meticulous and cautious individual!

What baffled him even more was how this person managed to get Numazawa to cooperate in keeping the secret.

Were they accomplices?

No, the bounty had been casually tossed out; it was very likely a moment’s lapse in judgment that had caused it not to be Numazawa but some fugitive instead.

Or perhaps it was sheer luck that their paths had crossed?

But no matter how familiar they might be, Numazawa being wanted meant he was unwilling to be caught. There was no way he’d help someone put him behind bars for a mere bounty.

It just didn’t add up!

The young man waiting nearby heard the notification from his phone and muttered, “Uh, sorry...”

“No problem. Take a look. You’re the contact for July; maybe it’s him reaching out,” Kanehara’s expression softened, teasing lightly, but then noticed the young man looked uneasy. “What’s wrong?”

The young man cleared his throat. “It’s July. He emailed saying the bounty for the evidence search is complete and asked where to send the items...”

Kanehara fell silent.

Wait, let me piece this together...

The night before last, July registered.

Yesterday at noon, July captured Koichiro Numazawa and delivered him to the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters.

This morning, July completed the evidence search bounty in Tokyo.

Putting aside how he tracked down Numazawa, Kanehara knew full well how difficult the evidence search task was.

The target was very cautious, hardly committing crimes personally in recent years. Even when traveling, the home and office were guarded; no one was allowed entry without a call.

The bounty’s requirement to find “any evidence” was because, without forced or covert searches, there was no way to catch even a shred of proof.

But forced searches would break the tacit understanding with the Inagawa-kai; they wouldn’t let themselves be “bullied” and would cause trouble. Covert searches, if discovered, would give the other side leverage.

Hiring bounty hunters meant they didn’t have to be so restrained—not being part of the official system...

Still, July, the bounty hunter, found evidence in less than a day?

That had to be a joke!

The young man silently awaited his superior’s orders.

Kanehara snapped back to reality. “Have him send it to the Police Agency. Give him my phone number and tell him that if he’s willing, we can meet and talk.”

“Yes,” the young man replied. After a moment, he checked a new email. “He says, besides the evidence, he has other intelligence to send along, asking us to evaluate its value and offer a premium.”

Kanehara frowned. Raising the price?

No, if it were just price gouging, the other party wouldn’t have sent the items for us to inspect first. Whether to increase the price or not would be entirely up to us.

So, the other side must be confident in that intelligence.

“Agree to his terms. Change into inconspicuous clothes and surveil near the Police Agency. Don’t alert him if you see July. If he notices you, just be sincere and explain that since he’s operating in Japan, we mean no harm, just want to understand the basics.”

The young man immediately straightened up. “Understood!”

“Oh, and one more thing,” Kanehara added. “Send someone to the Criminal Department. Have them cover half the bounty for Numazawa’s capture. Although we issued the bounty, the Criminal Department handles his three cases. Besides, they solved a case because of this.”

“Yes!” The young man’s mood shifted subtly.

Were they worried about insufficient funds?

But considering July’s terrifying efficiency—almost like printing money—they might very well blow through the budget...

After the young man left, Kanehara resumed his work.

They were responsible for the bounty, but there had been no serious bounty hunters active before, so the budget was small—around ten million yen—just for appearances.

He needed to report quickly and explain the situation. If the bounty was canceled due to lack of funds, or if they couldn’t pay after completion, it would be a national embarrassment and a laughingstock both inside and outside the bounty hunter community.

And once might be coincidence, but twice?

July was no ordinary bounty hunter. He had to report to “Zero Group” proactively.

After nearly ten busy minutes, the phone rang.

A man’s voice on the other end was genuine but tinged with nervousness. “Hello, your courier delivery has arrived at the Police Agency entrance. Please come down to collect it when you’re available.”

Another courier delivery?

Kanehara began to suspect July might have an obsession with couriers, or perhaps he worked undercover as one.

...

Half an hour later, two men went upstairs.

This time, it really was a courier delivery!

It seemed July had noticed a delivery van parked nearby, and while the deliveryman wasn’t paying attention, he slipped the sealed box inside and filled out the delivery note.

At least under their scrutiny, those two deliverymen were just ordinary workers...

“Having him deliver the items to the Police Agency must have made him wary. It wouldn’t be surprising if he guessed we’d be waiting outside,” Kanehara put aside his slight frustration. “If he doesn’t want to show himself, we can deal with that later. First, let’s check the contents.”

On the sealed carton was a sticker:

[Contains electronic products and flammable materials. Handle with care. No violent unpacking.]

The young man silently began unsealing the box.

Kanehara waited quietly.

Working as a courier?

No! They got the impression...

This was July’s twisted sense of humor?

Inside the box, on top, was a transparent plastic bag with a printed note attached:

[We: blood-stained clothing, freshly unearthed skull with bullet holes and dirt, and a gun with fingerprints.]

Kanehara’s eye twitched. “He just sent a gun through a courier service like this?”

The young man nodded expressionlessly.

This guy was fearless, not even worried the gun might get lost or found by someone else during delivery...

“Open it and take a look,” Kanehara composed himself briefly, his expression turning strange again. “So, he actually got hold of the other party’s gun?”

The young man put on gloves and unwrapped the items. “Yes. There’s also the blood-stained clothing and the skull with bullet holes and dirt, just like the note said. We can use the skull and gun for ballistic comparison. The gun has fingerprints; even if it can’t convict, it can initiate an investigation. Possession of an illegal firearm is itself a crime, and we can also add suspicion of murder. As for the clothing, it seems to belong to the victim.”

Kanehara rubbed his temples. Whether the note’s content was accurate didn’t matter as much as how this guy managed to get hold of such items.

Could the Inagawa-kai’s core member be a fake?

As a core member, how could he be so careless as to lose such crucial evidence?

Moreover, the skull and blood-stained clothing had been dug up...

Telling them the location, and they could have excavated it themselves.

Hmm... In that respect, July was truly diligent.

“Mr. Kanehara, there’s one more item below,” the young man said, producing a smaller plastic bag. He glanced at it and saw another printed note:

[I have very, very important intelligence. Requesting extra payment.]

So it was a joke after all!

Kanehara forced himself to ignore the note. “Let’s see. If even he says it’s... very, very important intelligence, then it must be significant.”

An hour later, the two hurried out.

The young man went to compare the evidence.

Kanehara took a storage card to report to his superiors and, incidentally... request funds!

This intelligence was indeed very, very big.

With this, what was the need for evidence, filing cases, or investigations?

They had the location of the goods, the transaction sites, and the associates—all the pieces in place. They could fish for information or strike first if they wished.

Combined with some of the Inagawa-kai’s development plans—even though adjustments would follow the incident—they could also infer some of the gang’s intentions and hidden forces.

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