Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 106 - 102: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes, Heize Xin Summoned

Chapter 106: Chapter 102: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes, Heize Xin Summoned

"I... I..."

Hiroshi Ito stuttered, unable to speak.

"Speak! Why did you betray me? Where have I wronged you?" Yuuji Yamada pressed him again.

Like a cuckolded husband.

Hiroshi Ito hung his head, tears streaming down instantly; he didn’t give his reasons for betrayal but instead pleaded for mercy, "I’m sorry, Prosecutor, I’ve wronged you, please I beg you to spare me, spare me!"

"Idiot! You bastard!" Yuuji Yamada smashed him to the ground with each punch, then mounted him and swung left and right, "You almost killed me! And you still want me to forgive you? You almost killed me!"

"Pull them apart," Xiu Xin Aoyama ordered.

Two members of the Yamakawa Family immediately stepped forward, each taking one arm, and forcefully pulled Yuuji Yamada away.

Hiroshi Ito was just trying to get up when Xiu Xin Aoyama put his foot on him, "I’m not interested in why you betrayed him, I just want to know where the photos are."

"I can’t say, I won’t say it, you won’t let me go if I do," Hiroshi Ito shook his head repeatedly.

"Rejecting a toast only to drink a forfeit," Xiu Xin Aoyama kicked him in the head, let go of him, and walked aside, "Mr. Yamaoka, help me pry his mouth open."

He wasn’t a villain himself, of course, he didn’t like to torture people personally; such matters were better left to others.

He just happened to want to vent his anger earlier.

"Yes!" Ichiro Yamakawa bowed, then took out a common household iron pliers from the toolbox.

Two subordinates immediately pinned Hiroshi Ito down.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Hiroshi Ito struggled violently, to no avail.

Ichiro Yamakawa, holding the pliers, walked slowly towards him and crouched down, then started to brutally pull out his fingernails.

As each nail came off, and the flesh on his fingers was instantly covered in blood, Hiroshi Ito twisted in agonizing pain, screaming endlessly, sweat pouring down his forehead, "I’ll talk! I’ll tell all! Please, stop!"

Since Xiu Xin Aoyama didn’t call a halt, Ichiro Yamakawa ignored the pleas and pulled out another fingernail.

"Ah ah ah ah!" Hiroshi Ito screamed in pain, his tears continually rolling down, begging with a crying voice, "I’ll talk! I’ll tell everything!"

"Enough," Xiu Xin Aoyama finally spoke.

Ichiro Yamakawa got up and stood aside.

"Yuuji Yamada! You say there’s nothing for which you owe me an apology, but why, after sticking with you for so many years, am I still just an assistant!" Hiroshi Ito took a moment to gather himself, then shouted venomously with a break-your-ships determination in his eyes.

Yuuji Yamada counter-questioned upon hearing this, "Does it demean you being my assistant? Haven’t you made a fair amount of money under my name, without me, could you dress so flashily, acting so high and mighty?"

"Money? Ha ha ha ha ha! Money? Do you think I slaved away for you just for money?" Hiroshi Ito burst into laughter, teeth gritted as he said, "Nothing but that you got too comfortable using me, you didn’t want to let me go, that’s why you never helped me advance further in my career!"

Yuuji Yamada’s face immediately became unnatural upon hearing this, because it was indeed the reason.

Another reason was that Hiroshi Ito knew too many secrets about him; he couldn’t really feel at ease letting him develop freely.

"I’m not interested in your grudges; where’s the photo!" Xiu Xin Aoyama demanded coldly.

"Heh, got nothing to say now? Accusing me of betrayal? In the end, you’re also just a hypocrite!" Hiroshi Ito scoffed before finally answering Xiu Xin Aoyama’s question, "I wasn’t the one who had the photo stolen; it was Shogo Mizutani, the Water Source Prosecutor. I just passed on the information to him, and he arranged for someone to steal it."

"Shogo Mizutani?" Yuuji Yamada asked.

"Who else? He promised to help me secure a good position," Hiroshi Ito answered coldly.

Yuuji Yamada’s face darkened, explaining to Xiu Xin Aoyama, "Shogo Mizutani also belongs to the Tokyo District Prosecution Bureau, head of the general affairs department. He had his eye on the personnel department head’s position, but I beat him to it and secured it for myself, so he’s held a grudge against me. He’s certainly capable of doing such a thing."

"Is he also working for Heize Xin?" Xiu Xin Aoyama was more concerned with Shogo Mizutani’s political stance.

Yuuji Yamada nodded, then analyzed Shogo Mizutani’s motives, "After getting the photos, he kept silent, waiting for the moment I couldn’t deliver the photos so that President Heize couldn’t naturally avoid holding me accountable. Once afterward, he finds an excuse to hand over the photos, he not only eliminates me but also gains President Heize’s favor."

"So you mean the photos are still in his hands, not yet handed over?" Xiu Xin Aoyama pinpointed the crux.

Yuuji Yamada nodded, "Yes, if he just wanted to outmaneuver me, he would’ve handed over the photos immediately upon getting them. Since he also intends to eliminate me, he definitely hasn’t submitted them yet."

"What should we do?" Xiu Xin Aoyama left the decision to him. After all, Shogo Mizutani was a prosecutor at his level; they couldn’t treat him the way they did with Yumi Sugimoto and Hiroshi Ito, capturing or killing at will.

Even disposing of Hiroshi Ito would be quite troublesome.

Yuuji Yamada’s face showed fluctuating expressions, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Without the photos, we both die. Is there a worse outcome than that?"

Obviously cornered, he prepared to take desperate chances.

"We can’t touch him, the consequences are too severe; you and I can’t afford it," Xiu Xin Aoyama firmly rejected the idea of using violence against Shogo Mizutani.

With a significant position, any injury to Shogo Mizutani, whether from the prosecution or the police force, would lead to a thorough investigation, the risk was too high. Even if they could get past Heize Xin, they might not be able to avoid investigation.

Even if, in the end, they managed to avoid investigation, as long as they’re suspected, they couldn’t expect to rise any further.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, they absolutely could not dispose of someone with status physically.

Yamada Yuuji had been truly pushed to the brink of desperation, his mind in disarray, which led him to speak without restraint, but after what Aoyama Xiu Xin said, he also calmed down, "Mizutani Shogo. His parents died early, and his wife divorced him, taking the kid abroad. He’s like a hedgehog, hard to approach from any angle."

"I do have an idea..." Aoyama Xiu Xin stared at Ito Hiroshi and then slowly started speaking.

Yamada Yuuji asked, "What’s the plan?"

"Mizutani Shogo, since he wants to kill two birds with one stone, certainly won’t hand over the photographs within three days. We still have time," Aoyama Xiu Xin concluded before he methodically laid out his plan: "Like this... and then like this..."

Yamada Yuuji’s eyes shone brighter as he listened.

Ito Hiroshi, on the other hand, glared furiously at the two and exploded in anger, "Two despicable scoundrels..."

"Silence, will you?" Aoyama Xiu Xin interjected.

Soon Ito Hiroshi could say no more, only emitting groans, his face red with rage.

"Mr. Aoyama, brilliant! Truly brilliant,"

Yamada Yuuji complimented sincerely.

"You flatter me, it was merely a little scheme,"

Aoyama Xiu Xin responded modestly, waving his hand.

The two exchanged looks and burst into loud laughter.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

...

Although he had only returned home around three or four in the morning,

Aoyama Xiu Xin still woke up early the next day, had breakfast, and went to work at Police Headquarters.

On the way, he received calls from both Fujimoto Ryosuke and Nakamura Shinichi, who reported that the surveillance had not captured the thief’s face and that there were no eyewitnesses in the vicinity.

Aoyama Xiu Xin expected as much, and since he now knew that the mastermind behind the stolen photographs was Mizutani Shogo, he no longer cared about the thief. He told them to stop their investigation.

Upon reaching his office, Yoshikai Youzai handed him a file pouch, "Deputy Director, here’s something the Asai Section Chief asked me to give you when you arrived."

"Alright, thanks," Aoyama Xiu Xin guessed it was information about Heize Xin, thanked Yoshikai, then returned to his desk to open the file pouch and look inside.

Heize Xin, 78 years old, had served as a member of the House of Representatives, Deputy Prime Minister, Defense Minister, and Minister of Construction. Last year, he became the vice president of the Liberal Democratic Party, commanding significant influence within the party.

As he looked through the detailed information, memories thought dead attacked Aoyama Xiu Xin. He finally remembered some information about him when he occasionally dealt with some businesses in Japan in his past life. Although this man seemed to be flourishing now, he was doomed to fall this August.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was unclear about the specific incident that would lead to Heize Xin’s downfall, but he knew one thing: buildings do not collapse overnight, signifying that Heize Xin’s political enemies had already been plotting against him.

Moreover, he remembered that because of this incident, the Liberal Democratic Party, which had governed Japan for decades, was about to split, leading to its first major loss of power.

Heize Xin also died a few years later.

Originally, Aoyama Xiu Xin had thought to endure the indignity and use the photographs to curry favor with this old Deng, but now it seemed he needed to change his tack, taking advantage of the situation to kick him while he was down.

Get the photographs and then hand them over to Heize Xin’s political enemies. Push him further down the road to ruin and he could still receive rewards from Heize Xin’s enemies.

Just perfect, because the psychological pressure from last night made him already displeased with Heize Xin, and now he could also get his revenge.

"Ding-ling-ling~ Ding-ling-ling~"

The sudden ring of the telephone interrupted his thoughts.

"Moshi Moshi?" Aoyama Xiu Xin answered.

"Come downstairs, a car is waiting for you. President Heize wants to see you," a commanding voice came through the phone, instantly perking up Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Heize Xin?

What did that old man want to see him for all of a sudden?

He dared not refuse; after all, even if Heize Xin was to fall tomorrow, he still hadn’t fallen today.

If he dared refuse, he wouldn’t even need to wait until tomorrow; Heize Xin could have him dealt with today.

"Hi! I’ll come down right now,"

Aoyama Xiu Xin replied obediently.

He quickly tried to call Yamada Yuuji,

But the call would not go through.

Done for, Aoyama Xiu Xin instantly guessed that Yamada Yuuji must also have been summoned by Heize Xin and couldn’t answer the phone.

Meeting with the two of them, little figures that they are, could only mean one thing: he knew about the lost photos.

Aoyama Xiu Xin could only pray now that Yamada Yuuji was clever enough not to have spoken out of turn before his arrival.

Otherwise, their fate would be

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