Cop Craft Volume 5 Chapter 1 Part 1
Two worlds, two justices
He looked at her pale cheeks, and violently pushed his hips forward. The sound of their thighs clapping against each other was resonating together with the woman’s grotesque moans.
She was squealing like a pig, he thought, as the woman once again moaned loudly.
“Scarface” didn’t know this woman’s name. He didn’t want to know it either. She was just a drugged prostitute he had picked up from a corner of Brownie street thirty minutes earlier. In fact, he didn’t even know if she was drugged at all for sure, but it was very likely.
“Scarface” was trembling in fear.
He had let the woman ride on the back seat, and he kept trembling while driving towards the San Teresa suburbs. He was almost pissing himself thinking about the bike that was about to pass them. The guy riding on the back of the motorcycle was pointing a small submachine gun at them, and he could only think about how it would be able to fill them with six hundred 9mm bullets in a minute.
However, the two guys riding the motorcycle proved to be just some inoffensive college students with some free time, who decided to go for a leisurely ride down Omaha road.
He took the woman to a trailer house that looked like a stronghold to him, and placing both hands on top of the kitchen counter, he decided he would hammer his manhood inside her womb unceremoniously. Even in the middle of the filthy scene, “Scarface” still wouldn’t let go of his type 38 revolver.
He was scared.
You pig. You fucking pig.
If you’re coming for me, just do it already.
The woman complained that he was hurting her. He was pulling her hair from the back, and pushing her into the sink teeming with cockroaches. The woman begged him to let her go. “Scarface” felt some bizarre pleasure in hearing her voice.
As the man climaxed, he heard the howl of a wolf in the distance.
It was a single howl somewhere far away.
Just with that he lost his emotional rush completely, and fear started creeping back into him. His penis turned completely flaccid immediately.
His mood completely soured, he walked away from the woman, and put on his pants. He put on his belt and for a second he felt completely unsafe by letting go of his gun.
「What are you going to do, you fucking junkie?」
The woman was agitatedly insulting him, but “scarface” pretended not to hear her whatsoever.
「A wolf howled」
「A wolf? Must have been a stray dog」
「It wasn’t. It was a wolf. It howled」
「I don’t hear it」
「No, it howled. For sure」
「Who cares? I’m going home. I’m leaving」
「Do as you please」
「You still haven’t paid me, you impotent cunt」
He hit the woman with the butt of his gun. He hit her several times.
He then spit on the woman on the floor, held his gun tight and left to the front of the trailer house.
He had been pushed to a corner of a mountain region. A park in name only, surrounded by semanian bushes and trees that rose up from the reddish ground.
A distant howl.
It wasn’t like in the horror movies.
It was shorter, clearly meant to communicate with others. That must have been it. Wolves were trying to communicate among themselves. Coordinating, just like how soldiers coordinated using their radios. Though soldiers wouldn’t complain about solitude on their radios. Just communicate the most necessary information in the shortest way possible.
Which is exactly why he felt all the more threatened.
Because his surroundings were quiet.
They could be hiding in the dead of night anywhere near the trailer house itself. He didn’t have any money to live in a safe apartment complex in San Teresa or to even get a one story cheap house… People like him had to build a nest for themselves and live their lives day to day. Right now he was in a stereotypical trailer park.
He could hear the sound of alternate current feeding the trailers, and some bugs he didn’t know the name of. The smell of mud, putrid garbage and piss filled the air.
But that wasn’t the Dobermann his neighbor kept.
That was a wolf. He knew that sound.
He couldn’t rely on his old revolver. He needed a stronger weapon. Scarface kept thinking.
He was going to need an automatic gun, or even a rocket launcher. No, at least a carbin. He was even willing to settle for a shotgun. Everybody knew how to use one anyways. And he had thoroughly learned about them when he was in the army.
However, he had no weapons like that at the moment. He had sold his double barreled hunting gun a few months earlier. To buy some drugs.
Was he going to fight them with that revolver?
But he didn’t even get to fight them at all.
Before he noticed, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and something pulled him forward. He collapsed and fell on the ground. His revolver was sent flying off somewhere. He didn’t even get to pull the trigger a single time.
Something bit him.
But he wasn’t able to see his attackers. All he could feel was pain around his wrist, as something tightened around it. And he could without a doubt feel the breathing of some kind of beast nearby.
That’s right. I was attacked by wolves.
Something pulled him down, and his back and legs were being torn to shreds as the beasts kept biting away. He was soon drenched in blood dripping from his ripped skin and muscle.
However he was still unable to see his attackers.
He didn’t see the wolves.
All he could hear were loud screams. His own screams. Short, agitated and almost crying screams.
It hurts. I’m scared. It feels hot.
Someone help me. Please forgive me.
「Where’s the treasure box?」
A voice came from somewhere.
「Remember. Where did the treasure box go? If you tell me, I will at least make an effort to give you a Semani death」
I don’t know. I don’t know anything about a treasure box
「You have to remember」
I don’t know anything. Someone help me
「Corporal Luke Scarlet. Remember. That’s your only option right now」
I really don’t know anything
「In that case, you’re going to become my puppy’s meal」
It was a cold, heartless voice.
His hand was bitten off completely. His ear was torn into pieces. They started eating his stomach. They pulled his eyes off their sockets. He could feel it.
His consciousness was drifting away.
However, he could still hear the distant howl of a wolf.
Chapter 1
「This guy’s a cop!」
With that single sentence, the place that had been completely peaceful until then suddenly was enveloped by tension.
It was late at night. They were at a switchyard.
It was meant to be a small deal. They were just getting to know each other and doing some business. They would be buying about a kilo of the brand new “Heaven’s Door” drug for about 30.000 dollars.
Detective Kei Matoba (alias Kei Manobe) was there, together with his partner Tilarna Exedilika (alias Tilarna Elnebara).
They were making a deal with drug dealers Bernardo and Rodriguez.
They had only just met Rodriguez for the first time, but as soon as he saw Matoba, he shouted with all his might, blowing their cover.
He shouted that he was a cop.
「A cop?!」
Bernardo immediately stood up and pointed his gun at Matoba. He probably would have been able to reach for his gun and take it out of his holster faster than the dealer, but he chose not to do it. Instead he raised both his hands, and groaned clearly displeased. Bernardo looked confused, and apparently was still questioning what he had heard. He didn’t look like he would be shooting right away.
「Hey hey hey. You’re going to just call me a cop all of a sudden? Aren’t you just mistaking me for someone else? Right, honey?」
He was talking to Tilarna, trying to gesture her to raise her hands as well. However, in a completely unexpected turn of events, her reaction was something different
「You fucking traitor. So you were a cop after all?」
She pulled out her Krége, and pointed its tip straight at Matoba. Tilarna didn’t have a gun. And she was at a reasonable distance from the dealers. In a certain way, she thought this was the most reasonable course of action.
「Hey hey!」
「Shut up. I had my doubts anyways. I was just an idiot farmer who knew nothing about the world to begin with, right? You tricked me good, you fucking dorini!」
Despite being somewhat stiff sometimes, Tilarna’s performance was good enough. Thanks to that, both dealers decided to watch the events unfold in front of them from afar. They slowly started releasing their fingers from their cheap revolvers’ triggers.
「Hey stop messing around. There’s no way I’d be a cop. If I were I wouldn’t be doing this whole roundabout shit. I would just show you all my badge right here and take a cut from the cake for myself」
「Stop if with your excuses!」
「Shut up, you bitch!」
Matoba shouted at Tilarna.
「Did you forget about how I picked you up from that shithole full of filthy perverted pigs? You disgusting infected alien!」
Despite being bound by their cover, Tilarna opened her eyes in shock and got offended herself
「A- are you talking about me? You can’t go lower than that, Kei….」
You idiot. What are you getting offended for? You’re meant to be a Semanian refugee that was trapped in this filthy den full of pedophiles. And then I— Kei Manobe— bought you for a pretty hefty fine. You’re meant to be my right hand and my mistress ever since then.
That was the setting they had agreed on.
「What? Are you going to cry, you bitch? Do you want me to beat some sense into you?!」
「You have far crossed the line of mockery! Stay right there! I’ll cut you right up!」
There she was yet again with an odd line.
「Eh… Ah…. 」
He then came up with two possible plans in an instant.
The first one was replying with 「If you want to do this right here, let’s do it. Not like you’re going to live to tell the tale you bastard!」in a cheeky and manly manner. However, this was no good, considering he would be talking with Tilarna. She would probably just get angrier, and perhaps stop thinking rationally altogether, becoming completely useless.
The other plan was pleading for his life, saying something like 「Eek! Stop it! I’m not a detective. Help me, help me please!」
The problem with that one was that his reputation as Kei Manobe would drop among other dealers as rumors spread, and he would no longer be able to participate in undercover investigations. He would probably not even be able to get his hands on “Heaven’s door”.
「Ah…」
In yet another half second, he managed to come up with a third plan.
The one who had called him out as a detective in the first place had been Rodriguez.
「…. Come to think about it, hey, you bastard! The new guy!」
「?」
「I remembered. You’re the fucking detective, aren’t you? Three years ago in Seven Miles. You’re the fucking bastard in the uniform when I was arrested back then. I’d never forget that face」
「Stop fucking around! There’s no way that I’d—」
「No! There’s no mistake about it, you’re that same fucking guy!」
Bernardo became even more confused
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