Previous Life Extra 6: Jackal

"Beep! Beep! Beep!..."

The sirens pierced the night sky, blaring over an abandoned housing complex on the city's outskirts.

CCG investigators, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed towards the Ghoul Restaurant.

No one can afford to add another Ghoul Restaurant to the already peaceful 5th Ward.

This is an organization that can easily gather dozens of Ghouls, threatening the lives of all ordinary people.

We must uproot them before they take root.

Are we saving it for the New Year?

With this in mind, 5th Ward urgently sought help, joining forces with neighbors who still had some spare manpower, and amassed a group to crush the abandoned building.

Unfortunately, all that awaited them was a pile of leftovers.

"Vomit!"

A newly appointed third-class investigator was overwhelmed by the stench of blood.

He rushed out of the building's lobby area, ran to the overgrown green belt, and uncontrollably vomited acidic fluid.

It's like triggering some kind of combo attack.

As the first person vomited, more and more newcomers rushed out and began vomiting uncontrollably as well.

The other investigators who were cleaning up the bodies didn't even bother to complain.

Anyway, everyone goes through this; you get used to it eventually.

Moreover, the higher-ups sent them here to clean up the battlefield partly to test their mentality.

Therefore, no one will criticize these newcomers at this time.

Of course, one reason for this is that people don't want to chat amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Meanwhile, on the combat command vehicle at the edge of the abandoned building complex.

A group of First Class Investigators and Associate Special Class Investigators who came to exterminate Ghouls gathered together.

Normally, if a combat command is being conducted here, there should be a Special Class Investigator on duty.

However, right after the plan was cancelled, the extremely busy Special Agent had already hurriedly left for other districts.

Only this group of people remained, discussing who would be responsible for the losses resulting from the termination of this operation.

Just then, the Ghouls sent by the Tsukiyama Family to provide support arrived.

The two sides spotted each other when they were about one kilometer apart before making contact.

Then, a battle broke out.

However, none of this is relevant to Tsukimi Shisui, which is now far from the suburbs.

Click.

After locking the door, Tsukimi Shisui walked straight to her room without taking off her shoes.

Then, he pushed open the door to the floor-to-ceiling wardrobe.

Then, in the gap behind the wardrobe, which was only half a finger's width wide, he took down a cell phone that was stuck there.

This phone is special; it's used to Shisui certain partners located outside of Japan.

He started struggling in society when he was 11 years old and moved out of the sewers.

At 11 years old, unfamiliar with human society, he was better suited to joining the underworld than integrating into normal society.

Those desperate criminals don't care whether their thugs are human or monsters.

In their view, Ghoul "red-hearted," does that mean humans aren't?

In a sense, these people are the same kind as those Ghouls who wantonly slaughter others.

This was the first time Shisui had ever sensed the presence of his kind among these people.

They are equally ruthless and cunning, and equally indifferent to human life.

Therefore, some gang members unexpectedly got along well with Shisui.

They even introduced him to a highly profitable business—organs.

Thanks to this, Shisui gained extensive anatomical experience, as well as the funds to study at the Tokyo University and enjoy life.

If he didn't want to attract too much attention, he could have simply bought a house near the Tokyo University.

This is enough to prove how profitable that deal was.

Of course, this also means that Shisui has established connections and channels.

"Beep... beep..."

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"What a rare guest! It's not even the delivery date yet, what brings you to greet me?"

Shisui rolled his eyes, then, too lazy to pay attention to the sarcastic tone from the other side, went straight to the point.

"Jackal, I'm preparing to go abroad, to the Middle East."

On the other end of the phone, the guy called Jackal was silent for two seconds, seemingly thinking about something.

Then he asked a question.

"Why is it ahead of schedule? Have you been exposed?"

"Um."

Shisui simply responded, and then the man didn't ask any more questions and went straight to the point.

"Can you get to Hinode Pier in ten minutes?"

"Can."

"OK."

The call ended.

Shisui knew that things were settled.

Although Jackal is usually unreliable, a guy who can run an entire trading industry chain on his own is no pushover.

He said okay, then there's no problem with the package.

As for whether the Jackal is credible.

If he were untrustworthy, Shisui wouldn't have sought him out.

Eight minutes later, at the Hinode Pier, one of the inner harbor piers of Tokyo Bay, Shisui appeared in the night.

The tall, thin man leaning against the wall smoking—who was also known as Jackal— suddenly became alert and his hand shot towards his waist.

"It's me."

Shisui spoke in a low voice, and only then did the other person lower their hand again.

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of me! Can't you walk a little more quietly?"

He cursed, but he was clearly not angry.

He casually pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Shisui, then continued speaking.

"You're really leaving? You're not going to study anymore?"

"Yes, they can't tolerate me after they know my true strength."

Shisui lit a cigarette, but held it in his hand without smoking it.

The reason why 5th Ward did not carry out large-scale extermination of Ghouls earlier was because the situation in Wards 1 to 4, which were more serious, was nearby.

The CCG was unwilling to disrupt the stable situation created by the Ghouls' checks and balances at this time, so it left the S-rank and above unattended.

But Shisui's killing spree tonight revealed his strength, which is now approaching that of Kakuja.

CCG's attention will be briefly diverted by the Tsukiyama Family.

However, upon closer inspection of the scene, it becomes apparent that a single Ghoul single-handedly wiped out all the living creatures in the restaurant.

They will absolutely not stand idly by and allow this threat to continue to grow.

Therefore, Tsukimi Shisui must leave immediately before the CCG can react.

The Jackal sighed, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"It's all arranged. The boat will arrive in about two or three minutes."

"It's a cargo ship bound for the United States. Once it reaches international waters, its route will overlap with another ship bound for the Middle East."

In other words, you need to Shisui "change trains" along the way.

An ordinary person might not be able to do it, but for Shisui, it's just a piece of cake.

The person arranging the "transfer" was well aware that Shisui could do it.

Thanks.

"Don't mention it. My husband and I would have died long ago without you. I owe you this."

The Jackal exhaled a puff of smoke and turned its head to look at Shisui.

"Do you have a tail following you? Do you want me to take care of it for you?"

"No need," Shisui said, a cold smile curving his lips. "Do you think I would leave those people alive?"

"I shouldn't have said that."

After chatting for a short while, the sound of the ship cutting through the water was carried by the sea breeze to Shisui's ears.

"The ship is ready."

Upon hearing this, Jackal reached out and patted Shisui on the shoulder. "Alright, I won't say anymore. Let me know when you're settled."

Shisui glanced at the hand that had patted his shoulder without any restraint, paused, and then spoke.

"Don't worry, I'll contact you on the delivery date next month."

"Damn it, you're already in the Middle East, what are you even doing delivering goods? I'll take you with me!"