The two members of the Konoha Military Police Force breathed sighs of relief, exchanged a glance, and burst out laughing.
They walked over and viciously kicked the shopkeeper sprawled on the ground.
"Still trying to call for help? Looks like you really don't know the rules."
One bent down, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him into the shop.
The other followed, spitting on the ground.
"Since you don't know the rules, we'll just have to teach you a proper lesson."
The shop door slammed shut with a bang.
Soon, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor came from behind the door.
Then came muffled thuds and the man's uncontrollable groans of pain.
Once the man had passed out completely.
Heavy male panting and a woman's broken sobs began drifting through the door.
Much later that night.
The door finally opened.
The two police officers emerged, looking thoroughly satisfied.
They fastened their belts as they spat back into the shop.
"Ptooey!"
One turned back and snarled:
"Don't let me catch you trying to report us again!"
"Otherwise, you know what the police force can do!"
The other smacked his lips.
"Still... that woman was pretty damn good."
"Hahaha, wasn't she? We'll have to visit this shop more often!"
"If that waitress keeps us satisfied, maybe we'll go easier on him next time!"
The two turned away and left with their arms draped over each other's shoulders.
As they walked, they felt the banknotes tucked inside their clothes and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, I told you those Uchiha from before were idiots!"
"What's so hard about keeping these unruly bastards in line? Seems pretty easy to me!"
"And the money comes fast, wouldn't you say?"
"How many missions would we have to do to earn what we make in bribes