Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 137 - 133: Gunshots in the Wasteland! Yamamoto, I Love You, Immortal!

Chapter 137: Chapter 133: Gunshots in the Wasteland! Yamamoto, I Love You, Immortal!

The guys you could send to collect money or goods are absolutely trusted, so when the underling said he hadn’t arrived yet, the middle-aged man with silver short hair didn’t have the slightest doubt.

"Tomo, you don’t have to go anymore, come back."

After dropping that line, the middle-aged man with silver short hair hung up the phone and, with an unfriendly gaze, coldly said to the Bald Man opposite him, "Yamamoto, are you trying to play me?"

As his words fell, the guys behind him sensed something was wrong and quickly drew their guns, aiming them at the Bald Man.

"What are you doing! Thinking of ripping me off, huh!"

"Idiot! Put the guns down!"

The underlings behind the Bald Man, seeing this, also drew their guns to confront the others, cursing and shouting.

In the deserted, uninhabited wasteland, the two groups were separated by a distance of three or four meters, the tension was palpable like swords drawn and bows bent, and the smell of gunpowder was thick in the air, as if a gunfight could break out at any moment.

"Yoshida! What’s the meaning of this? You took the money and don’t want to give the goods?" Yamamoto raised his hand to calm his guys down and glared at Yoshida angrily.

"Idiot!" Seeing the other party still playing dumb, Yoshida was uncontrollably enraged and, panting, bellowed, "My guy I sent to collect the money hasn’t arrived yet, but you say the money has already been taken, and then you boldly ask me for the goods?"

"Impossible! The person I arranged to deliver the money would never lie to me! If he says the money has been sent, then it has been sent!" Yamamoto was convinced the other side was ripping him off.

"My people wouldn’t lie to me either!" Yoshida shouted firmly, then followed up, saying, "Who knows who your guy handed the money to, but I haven’t received it, and the goods won’t be given. Today’s deal is off."

As he finished speaking, he started to back away, intending to leave.

"Stop right there! Either return the money to me, leave the goods behind, or leave your life!" Yamamoto, furious, drew his gun and aimed at Yoshida as he yelled.

"Very well then! Yamamoto, as expected, this was your plan all along, you want the goods but don’t want to pay, huh? You really think I’m easy to bully?" Yoshida was so furious his face turned ashen, and as his words ended, he drew his gun and fired.

"Bang!"

"Ah!" Yamamoto was shot in the shoulder, staggering backward as he instinctively pulled the trigger.

"Protect the boss!"

"Idiots! Take them down!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Amidst the roars and curses, the intense sound of gunfire quickly followed and then abruptly stopped after three to five minutes, leaving about a dozen bloody corpses on the ground.

Since both sides were too close, the hit rate was frighteningly high, and because Yamamoto’s side had the advantage in numbers, in the end, Yoshida’s side was completely annihilated.

Of course, Yamamoto’s side was not much better off.

Eight had come, and now including him, five were dead and three wounded, a classic case of Pyrrhic victory.

"Boss, are you okay?" One of the underlings held up the bleeding Yamamoto, who had been shot twice, and asked.

Another guy, shot in the leg, endured the pain and stayed vigilant with his gun, watching over the bodies on the ground to prevent anyone from feigning death and launching a surprise attack.

"I won’t die." Yamamoto looked somewhat pale as he responded, then said, "Take the goods and go."

"Yes!"

The three men took Yoshida’s goods and fled the scene.

About ten minutes later, the trusted underling whom Yoshida had sent to collect the money came back, got out of the car, saw the bodies all over the ground, and stood there stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Big brother! Big brother!!!"

He stumbled and rolled, rushing over to hold Yoshida’s body and weeping bitterly because Yoshida was not only his gang leader but also his cousin with whom he had grown up since childhood, and their relationship was very close.

His parents had died early, and he had been fostered at his cousin’s home since he was a child, where his uncle and aunt treated him as their own, even supporting him financially to study abroad in China, which he loved.

After completing his studies and returning, he reciprocated by helping his cousin manage the accounts. Together, the brothers expanded the business gradually, intending to earn enough money to emigrate to Europe or America and become the owner of an estate. But now, his cousin had been sent to the netherworld.

Yoshida Tomo was overwhelmed with sorrow and seething with rage, tears streaming down his face as he held his cousin’s body and howled towards the sky.

"Yamamoto, I curse your ancestors!!!"

Vowing vengeance for this affront, Yoshida Tomo silently vowed to live the rest of his life seeking revenge for his cousin.

Meanwhile, Shinichi Nakamura was completely unaware of the tragic incident he had inadvertently caused. He had already arrived home and was getting ready to count his money.

But when he opened the suitcase, he was taken aback.

Inside the suitcase was a whole case full of banknotes.

But they were all US dollars!

A case of yen and a case of US dollars.

The value of the two could not be more different.

Shinichi Nakamura swallowed and hurriedly opened the other suitcase, which was still filled with a whole case of US dollars.

He estimated it had to be worth at least tens of millions.

"Suguni, you’re too generous." Shinichi Nakamura muttered to himself, damn, he must be working at a bank, touching money every day, must have lost all sense of value, just giving away over ten million US dollars like that.

"Ring ring~ Ring ring~"

Just then, his mobile phone rang.

Shinichi Nakamura came back to his senses, took a deep breath to calm his emotions and answered, "Hello, Mosi Mosi?"

"Detective Nakamura, I am Huai Rou Yagyu, the secretary of Minister Kikumura. Are you still not here yet?"

Inside the abandoned factory, though Yagyu Huai Rou spoke politely, his displeasure was evident on his face.

Idiot! How dare they make me wait this long!

"Ah?" Nakamura Shinichi was startled for a moment, his head a little confused. He looked at those two boxes of US dollars and suddenly realized something. After a moment of silence, he said, "Secretary Yagyu, hello. Police Chief Aoyama said that the money is a gift for you, as an apology for making you take a trip for nothing."

Yagyu Huai Rou, initially full of anger, turned dumbfounded upon hearing this, and quickly reflected on whether his tone had been a bit too harsh just now.

"Ah... how can I accept this? This is a gift from Minister Nakamura for Mr. Aoyama. Should I really accept it..." Yagyu Huai Rou’s tone softened significantly.

Nakamura Shinichi cut him off, "Since it is intended for Police Chief Aoyama, then it belongs to him and of course it is up to him to deal with it. Minister Kikumura wouldn’t say anything even if he knew, but of course, it’s best if he doesn’t find out."

"Yessir!" Yagyu Huai Rou agreed cheerfully and said, "Since it’s a gesture of goodwill from Police Chief Aoyama, I can’t decline. Please convey my regards to Police Chief Aoyama, Detective Nakamura, and let him know that if there’s anything he needs in the future, Yagyu will do his utmost to assist."

To eat a man’s food is to soften the tongue, to take a person’s money is to tie the hands.

"Certainly," Nakamura Shinichi agreed.

After hanging up the phone, he quickly called Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Chief, there’s been a little accident."

"What kind of accident?" Aoyama Xiu Xin was watching TV with his sister-in-law, or more accurately, his sister-in-law was watching TV.

And he was watching his sister-in-law.

"This evening I..." Nakamura Shinichi told about tonight’s mix-up and his own suspicions.

After hearing him out, Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t contain himself, walked outside and said, "So you mean to say, due to an unfortunate mix-up, you walked away with someone else’s transaction money."

"Yessir!" Nakamura Shinichi was speechless as well.

Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, "How much is there?"

"I estimate about ten to fifteen million US dollars."

"Yikes, such a large sum of money, the other party will definitely come looking for it," Aoyama Xiu Xin grimaced and, after pondering for a moment, added, "No matter how much it is, first take out ten million for me, keep the rest for yourself. If any trouble comes up, I’ll stand by you."

"Yessir!" Nakamura Shinichi readily agreed, as even keeping a few million dollars would set him up for financial freedom.

And as Aoyama Xiu Xin said, with such a large amount of money involved, the rightful owner wouldn’t let it go without a chase, and he alone wouldn’t be able to handle it.

"Let’s just leave it at that, don’t think too much," Aoyama Xiu Xin finished speaking and hung up, then turned and went back inside.

His sister-in-law perked up and asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Just work stuff," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a slight smile, rolling up his shirt sleeves, "You must be tired from the flower shop, let me massage your legs."

Don’t get him wrong, he was just being dutiful.

"Ah! That’s... not necessary, Xiu Xin. You’re pretty tired yourself," Aoyama Haruko replied, drawing her legs back a bit, bashfully declining the offer.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You’re right, then you help me with it instead."

Saying that, he directly laid down on the sofa.

"Ah?" Aoyama Haruko was even more confused. After coming back to her senses she nodded, "Oh oh, alright then."

She shifted her position, bent over and slowly began massaging Aoyama Xiu Xin’s calves with her small hands.

Meanwhile, Nakamura Shinichi was counting the money until his hands cramped; the more he thought about it, the more speechless he felt. Why on earth didn’t the Bearded Man verify his identity?

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"How am I supposed to verify it?" The Bearded Man looked at Yamamoto, who had just finished treating a gunshot wound, his face full of grievance as he helplessly said, "Besides, in the dead of night, who else but the person we agreed upon would go there? And I did ask him if he was there for the money."

"You still think you’re right!" Yamamoto glared at him irritably, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. If Yoshida wanted to double-cross, he wouldn’t have brought so few men.

At the very least, he should have laid an ambush.

So he suspected that Yoshida’s people really didn’t receive the money and after asking about the details of how the Bearded Man had delivered it, he felt more and more that they might have made a mistake tonight.

Yamamoto’s eyes flickered and he said, "You mean that guy didn’t even count the money? Who in our line of work doesn’t count the money on the spot? And since he did come to the factory for the money, the only possibility is that, apart from us, another group had arranged to exchange money there tonight, and the two sides got it mixed up... Idiot!"

Realizing this, he couldn’t help but curse.

Due to an accidental mix-up, he had clashed with Yoshida tonight, losing several key members of his team.

And Yoshida was killed in the process.

It’s likely that Yoshida’s brothers would seek revenge on him.

"Elder brother, no matter what, since we got the goods back, losing the money isn’t that bad," said the Bearded Man, trying to console Yamamoto, knowing he had messed up.

"Bullshit!" Yamamoto retorted angrily, grinding his teeth, "If the deal had gone smoothly and we paid Yoshida that would be one thing, but now we’ve lost several brothers and the money was taken by an outsider, how is that not a loss? We must get the money back! That’s our hard-earned money, thirteen million isn’t a small amount!"

The angrier he got, the more determined he was not only to reclaim the money but also to kill the guy who took it by mistake.

"Big brother, for safety’s sake, we deliberately chose a desolate, unmonitored place to make the exchange. Now we have no leads, how are we going to find it?" The Bearded Man didn’t hold out much hope.

Yamamoto’s mind was racing, pondering a way to break the deadlock, "There’s no surveillance near the abandoned factory, but the stores along the way to the factory surely have some. It’s the middle of the night, not many cars would head to that godforsaken place, if you see that car again you should be able to recognize it, right?"

"Yes," the Bearded Man nodded.

Yamamoto sighed with relief, "You’re the only one who can still move around, while the rest of us recover from injuries. As soon as it’s light, you disguise yourself as a cop and check the surveillance videos from the stores along the way."

"Yessir!" The Bearded Man solemnly responded.

"We have to flush that bastard out!"

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