Good Night

It's the third hour of the night.

If the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, who dares to keep you alive until the third of five o'clock in the morning?

It's 2:30 in the morning, not the third hour at all.

The instructors planned a tragic night raid at midnight.

Everything was silent, the black sky was silent, the road was silent, the dormitory building was silent, the instructors came in formation, without the slightest intention of hiding their tracks.

Their footsteps were neatly organized, and they stopped in front of the dormitory building, where someone gave a few short instructions on the main points of the operation, and then gave the order to move.

Onidzuka Hachizo was in the middle of the group, and as he looked away from the quiet dormitory building in the darkness, he didn't have to think twice about how the freshmen were relaxing after a long day's work and falling asleep.

Just like the instructors.

The new students, mistakenly believing that they were in absolute safety, were relaxed, and the instructors knew it, so they relaxed even more, confident that there would be no accidents during the operation.

As they spread out and rushed towards the dormitory building, they had already met up with the others who had been assigned to the same floor, and they interacted with each other physically and with each other's eyes without the slightest bit of distortion.

On the contrary, Onidzuka Hachizo was a few steps behind.

He looked at the others who were going to move on the same floor as himself, nodded his head from afar, gave a somewhat absent-minded silent greeting, and his face was still frozen as a sheet of water.

Then, the water rippled.

Dormitory building is dark, only dim street lamp light barely spread over, illuminated the appearance of a few floors, the most clear is the second floor of the third floor, the instructors in the arrival of the downstairs had subconsciously surveyed there, there is nothing there, dry and clean.

But the top floor does.

The windows in the corridor on the top floor were dark, and there were blurry blocks of color swaying. It was the freshmen's uniforms shaking and rubbing against the windows.

Onidzuka Hachizo paused for a moment and looked from a distance. He saw the freshman uniform move away, revealing a white face in the darkness.

The white face looked down from afar, giving off an extremely terrifying feeling that made one's blood run cold and hair stand on end.

What's even more frightening is that no one except Onidzuka Hachizo noticed the white face, and all the instructors rushed into the building as if they were unseen.

Then there was the sound of a metal object tumbling to the ground, and the unexpected cries and screams of human beings were raised.

"Uh?!"

"Wha...!"

"Smoke bomb! Cover mouth and nose!"

"Hurry!"

"How could there be..."

Before the last cry of alarm could be heard, a crisp gunshot rang out, "Bang!"

The sound of the gunshot rang through the dormitory building.

Instantly, the original lively night again quiet down, into a dead silence.

Onidzuka Hachizo, who didn't even have a chance to enter the dormitory building, stopped in his tracks for a moment, and after a quick glance at the darkness of the night outside and the large amount of white fog coming out of the entrance on the first floor of the dormitory building, he rushed in without hesitation, covering his mouth and nose.

In the white fog, everything is invisible, the vision is only a large piece of dense white.

There were continuous gunshots, "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Along with the gunshots, there was also a sound of surprise from human instinct, "Huh?"

Onidzuka Hachizo held his breath, ignored all distractions, half-crouched to lower his body height, and groped towards the stairs according to the map in his mind to find the shooter, and calmly responded to this attack.

Yes, an attack.

'Trigger or remote-controlled smoke grenades,' he glimpsed a steep blast of red in the white fog, and his gaze sank as he calmly thought in his head, 'pistols.'

'Accurate fire at the range of the smoke grenade, suspected to be fitted with a thermal camera.'

'This was a well-prepared attack.'

It's a group of professionally equipped and disciplined assailants who came from nowhere and ambushed the dormitory building of the police academy's freshmen.

'Oh no, the freshmen, Ichijō Mirai, should...'

They've been silenced.

In order to take over a place, you have to clear out all the distractions.

The sound of gunfire continued to ring out, getting closer and closer, so close that Onidzuka Hachizo decided to take a few steps forward to attack the 'enemy wearing a thermal imaging camera' first.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind, 'The night attack was only planned in the afternoon. Only those who had made the plan knew in advance that the instructors were going to launch a night attack. Those guys actually dared to act directly. They actually... Ichijō Mirai...!'

This thought made him gnashed his teeth.

The thought of gnashing one's teeth at the fact that some guys actually did it to the children of the police is a disgrace to the police, unworthy of being a police officer.

This thought is also a great deal of dismay.

Because a few seconds after approaching the direction of the sound of gunfire at great speed, Onidzuka Hachizo saw a face in the thick white fog.

A somewhat listless face.

The master's voice became even more listless, "Thirteen shots, all killed successfully."

"So, Instructor Onidzuka..."

He looked sideways, his red eyes were like dark blood after a wound had coagulated, and it was inexplicably cold.

The chill only lasted for a moment. After seeing Onidzuka Hachizo's body suddenly frozen, his red eyes lit up. Ichijō Mirai smiled and raised his voice without hesitation, suppressing the voices of all the instructors who were stunned and communicating: "Give up, Instructor Onidzuka!"

"The other instructors have all been hit by bullets and have been subdued, how long will you hold out."

The background sound of Ichijō Mirai's voice is the sound of some people falling to the ground and struggling, "A-anesthetic bullet..."

Onidzuka Hachizo felt that he had inhaled a certain amount of anesthetic gas, and his body was gradually losing control. However, compared to the fact that the other instructors were prepared for the anesthetic bomb in the smoke bomb, but still got hit because they stayed in the fog for too long, he was more shocked by the true face of the attacker, "Why is it you?!"

He saw Ichijō Mirai smiling again, still a bit listless but much more energetic than at first.

He also heard Ichijō Mirai's voice as he raised his own voice, "We set up a trap in advance, the dormitory door has been closed, the entire first floor area near the door is in the range of the trap, you can't successfully leave without being able to see it."

"You're good, but there are other instructors, so..."

As he said that, Ichijō Mirai casually kicked the person who was falling towards him in the mist, knocking him over, and he himself groaned as if he had been hit, "Ugh!"

Onidzuka Hachizo watched as he kicked the instructor, and watched as the instructor fell to the ground with three marked bullet marks on his body, he: "..."

"You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was once again rewarded with Ichijō Mirai's smile.

"All enemies were resolved within a minute without seriously affecting Instructor Onidzuka's image," Ichijō Mirai settled cheerfully, "and not a single innocent head was taken by anyone else."

"Furuya-san waited at the top of the stairs to attack the breakout, Matsuda-san set up the trap on the second floor, Morofushi-san and Wataru-san prepared to intercept any instructor who could get out of the trap's range from the depths of the first floor, and Kenji-san signaled Instructor Onidzuka from the upper floors."

"They all got something to do, I got something to do, the instructors got something to do, win-win-win, perfect."

"Total time, one minute and 43 seconds, less than two minutes."

"Full marks for the contingency 'Night Raid'."

As he speaks, he still holds the gun up, smiles and pulls the trigger.

Bullets were fired.

Onidzuka Hachizo finally understood why the other instructors had fallen so quickly: the bullets were also anesthetized.

As his body fell, he struggled to realize the source of the smoke grenades and bullets: 'These are anesthetic markers purchased from New York during a military exercise a few years ago, and they are usually kept at the shooting range...'

He fell to the ground, unable to move his limbs, and the white color in front of his eyes slowly thickened into a black dimness, weighing him down.

In the last second before he lost consciousness, Onidzuka Hachizo heard the sound of footsteps coming up to him, the sound of his knees hitting the ground in his ears, and the voice of Ichijō Mirai.

"Thank you for your teaching me. The instructor is indeed the one who knows him best."

"This time it's the ninth time, you like the number nine so much, I can't help you."

"Good night."