Chapter 42 Only those who are strong enough can practice justice
"Hey, hey, hey! Isn't this guy Jiang Gu!"
“Nice! Fried noodles bread GET!”
"Zero?!"
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Fujiwara Yu smiled and looked at the astonished Matsuda Jinpei. Thinking that he was about to be in debt for twenty fried noodles, he felt inexplicably happy.
Is the attribute of black belly also contagious? It is true that there is a saying from the Chinese nation: Those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the ink are black - people who have been exposed to the black belly for a long time will also become black.
However, Datehang did not feel happy when the battle ended. He took off his facial protection and said: "Although it is required to suppress the opponent without harming the opponent, the premise is that you can suppress the opponent."
Datehang, who took off his facial protection, frowned deeply and said in a displeased tone: "I'm very disappointed in you, Fang Gu. Why didn't you attack my knee then? Why did you hesitate? If this is the real belt
If you don't show up, you will be seriously injured and the suspect will be able to escape!"
The onlookers all showed surprised expressions. Fujiwara Yu and others did not expect that the squad leader's reaction would be so great. If it were him... I'm afraid he would have chosen to stagger the squad leader's injured knee to find an opportunity to attack.
"Don't be merciful when dealing with extremely vicious criminals. If you let them see your weaknesses, they will give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of you and push you to a dead end. In the end, the only thing waiting for you is the worst ending like my dad."
"You can't practice justice unless you become stronger than anyone else!!"
Fujiwara Yu keenly captured the word "dad", which means that the monitor became so outstanding because of his father's failure? If I remember correctly, the monitor's father seems to be a policeman.
Datehang, who turned around and took a few steps, noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, but he still didn't think he had made a mistake. He looked at Feng Guling, who was sitting on the ground and looking at him, and asked in a deep voice:
"What's wrong? Did I just say something wrong?"
"...Well, no."
Onizuka Hazou couldn't help but sigh after seeing this. He knew why Datehan said this. After all, the student files clearly recorded the case more than ten years ago, and the gangsters with bad nature were clearly recorded in the student files.
They are members of the organization that the police have been investigating - the Mudonghui.
It is not easy to wipe out the Ni Peihui. The scale of this criminal organization is not small. We only know that the high-level cadre currently active in Tokyo is named Ghost Boy Nabofang. He is responsible for several unsolved kidnapping and extortion cases, but counter-reconnaissance
His ability is so good that he has not been caught and brought to justice until now.
"This is the end of today's arrest training. Next is the time for free activities. Dismissal!"
"yes!"
Onizuka Yazo thought of the previously arrested members of the Dolphin Club. He couldn't help but look at Fujiwara Yu and Matsuda Jinpei who were taking off their protective gear. He was vaguely worried whether the boss of the Dolphin Club who had not been arrested and brought to justice would take revenge on his students.
Alas, he sighed deeply again, always feeling that Tokyo has not been peaceful in recent years.
Are those guys hiding in the deep tunnels finally unable to bear the loneliness and ready to come out and show off their talents?
Onizuka Hazou left the martial arts gym with his hands behind his back and he was worried. He could only pray that his students would not come into contact with the extremely dark side... because he was worried that their strong sense of justice would kill them.
Hagiwara Kenji, who had changed back to his police academy uniform, looked at Rei Fukiya, who was standing in front of the locker room in a daze. He smiled, stretched out his hand, patted him, and comforted him:
"Xiao Jiangu, what the monitor said is not directed at you. It should be related to his father. Don't take it to heart. According to the monitor's temperament, he will apologize to you soon."
"I didn't take this matter to heart. I was just thinking about what to have for dinner." Fangtani Rei shook his head and said that he was fine. He was not such a fragile person. Besides, there was nothing wrong with what the monitor said.
If criminals become lax, the consequences will be disastrous.
"It's as if you can decide what dinner will be. Why don't you just leave it to fate and eat whatever the chef cooks?" Matsuda Jinpei said angrily, while thinking about how to speak to Fujiwara, the richest man among them.
Borrow money.
It was his own fault for the gambling game he started and his depleted wallet... Hey, people really can't gamble.
Fujiwara Yu heard Matsuda say a few days ago that buying cigarettes led to insufficient living expenses. He was considerate and deliberately walked at the end of the line. He took out two banknotes from his wallet and poked Matsuda in the lower back.
Matsuda Jinpei thanked him with his mouth, and then said to Hagiwara Kenji:
"Let's go, let's do some shopping at the canteen before going to the cafeteria. Monitor, aren't you coming with us?"
Datehang was stunned for a moment. He still felt a little embarrassed, so he could only scratch his cheek and said sheepishly:
"I have to call Natalie, you guys go first."
"OK! I'll bring you the sausage bread you like!"
"Thanks!"
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The cafeteria of the Metropolitan Police School has to make nutritious and delicious dishes in different ways every day, which is also a skill of a chef. Fujiwara Yu, who has never tried cooking but is very picky in taste, is holding tonight's staple oil
Tofu udon, put down the plate and pull out the seat.
Because Datehang went to call his girlfriend, the seat across from him became vacant today, which made Fujiwara Yu a little uncomfortable. He put his hands together and carefully opened the disposable chopsticks. The most annoying thing for him with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder when eating,
There is nothing better than breaking disposable chopsticks crookedly.
"Xiao Fujiwara, are you sure you don't want to go motorcycle riding with us tonight?" Hagiwara Kenji asked.
"I don't want to go, I have no interest in motorcycles." Although Fujiwara Yu has passed both the car driver's license and motorcycle driver's license tests, he prefers the former because the four tires provide a greater sense of security.
"That's really a pity. I heard that there is a Cowherd shop nearby. I wanted to take you to see the world together. I'm really curious about what it's like inside!" Hagiwara Kenji said with a little regret.
Sitting opposite him, Fangtani Rei almost spit out the noodle soup. He swallowed it with difficulty and said speechlessly:
"Why would you go to a store like that? People might misunderstand you."
"I'm just curious. Haha, I'm just joking. Xiao Jiangu, you are really serious!"
Matsuda Jinpei, who was sitting next to him, also showed a vigilant expression. Is there something really wrong with his little boy? The boy went to visit a cowherd shop or something. The picture was so beautiful when he thought about it.
Fujiwara Yu automatically blocked Hagiwara Kenji's wonderful remarks, calmly picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup. The soy sauce soup base that looks very bland is not simple, the taste of the classic Japanese dashi is delicious, and the aftertaste is sweet, obviously it is
Light soy sauce and mirin, essential for Japanese cuisine, are added to make the noodle soup more layered.
The texture of the handmade udon noodles is also very smooth. When you put it into your mouth and take a bite of the fried tofu soaked in soup, Fujiwara Yu also understood why the fox, the waiter of the God of Inari, likes the fried tofu so much. Pair it with the fried tofu.
Winter noodles are simply delicious.
After finishing the last mouthful of noodle soup, he put down his chopsticks with satisfaction and whispered: