Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 189 - 183: Construction Is Too Difficult, Better to Wreck Things (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 189: Chapter 183: Construction Is Too Difficult, Better to Wreck Things (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

On the street, Fujimoto Ryosuke hid in an alley as the patrol car siren wailed past. He used to sit inside the car, but now he was the one fleeing.

For a moment, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

But he did not regret his actions.

"Ring-ring! Ring-ring!"

The payphone on the street corner rang. The sound was faint amid the pitter-patter of rain, but luckily, Fujimoto Ryosuke was focused and quickly went to answer it.

"Mr. Liangyi, where are you now?"

"Next to Songye’s house in Shinjuku 3rd District."

"Please find a nearby place without surveillance."

"There is none here, which is why I’ve hidden here to make the call," Fujimoto Ryosuke replied.

Having worked for many years at the Shinjuku Police Station, he was well acquainted with the area. That’s why, after committing murder, he instinctively ran here to hide.

People always run to where they feel safe.

"Alright, a car will come to pick you up soon. Hide in the trunk, and she will take you out of the city."

"Mr. Xiu Xin, thank you! After I get out of the city, I’ll call to fill you in on everything," Fujimoto Ryosuke said.

"Let’s leave it at that," Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up the public phone and turned to Suzuki Junko, bowing deeply, "Chunzi, I’m leaving everything in your hands."

"Gratitude isn’t shown through words, but through actions, Police Chief Aoyama." Suzuki Junko said with a smug and playful look, with a hint of scorn.

She felt it was an enormous humiliation, just like how Aoyama Xiu Xin had talked back to her before—she still felt stifled, angry, and ashamed when she thought about it.

Even though they had turned from enemies into allies, it had become a grudge that she had to vent.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mouth twitched, "Hey!"

The experience was indeed a bit awkward, but it certainly wasn’t humiliating—it was... quite speechless.

"I’m leaving now," Suzuki Junko said.

"Wait." Aoyama Xiu Xin called out to her, went back to his car, and soon came back with several bundles of US Dollars wrapped in a plastic bag, "Give it to him."

"Typical of a corrupt official, to have so much money ready in the car, always prepared to escape, huh?" Suzuki Junko mocked, then reached out to take the money.

She was spot on.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was always ready to flee. He cautioned, "Just give him the money, and destroy the bag."

After all, the bag bore both their fingerprints.

Suzuki Junko arrived at Shinjuku 3rd District; she had Fujimoto Ryosuke hide in the trunk, then drove towards the outskirts of Tokyo, quickly reaching a checkpoint.

"Please turn off the engine and get out of the car for an inspection."

The policeman in charge of the checkpoint motioned with his hand and said.

Suzuki Junko did not get out of the car; she did not even turn off the engine but simply opened the window to show her credentials.

Seeing that she was a prosecutor from Tokyo District Court, the policeman immediately felt uneasy and ran to report to his superior.

Soon, the person in charge of the checkpoint came over and saluted Suzuki Junko, "Prosecutor, you must be aware of tonight’s events. Please cooperate with us. We’ll just perform a simple check."

"Idiot!" Suzuki Junko cursed arrogantly, "Didn’t you see the ground is all wet? What if I soil my shoes getting out?"

It was an infuriating remark, but it fit the lower-ranking policemen’s perception of prosecutors—the more arrogant they were, the less they dared to insist.

"Then how about this, Madam Prosecutor, just open your window wide enough for us to see inside, and that will suffice," the officer pleaded in a low voice, as Suzuki Junko’s behavior of only opening a slit in the window was quite abnormal.

"Rain will soak the inside of my car," Suzuki Junko grumbled, but she still opened the window wider.

The officer took a peek inside, saw she was alone, and saluted again, "Please go on your way."

He then waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to let her pass.

Thanks to her status as a prosecutor and Japan’s strict societal hierarchy, Suzuki Junko successfully got Fujimoto Ryosuke out of Tokyo and dropped him off in Shizuoka Prefecture.

"This is as far as I can take you, after all, my grandmother’s house is here. If I get questioned later, I can use visiting her as an excuse," Suzuki Junko said.

Fujimoto Ryosuke was already very grateful, and he bowed to her, "I understand, thank you, Prosecutor Suzuki."

He was quite satisfied with being dropped off in Shizuoka.

Because this is exactly where he wanted to go.

"If you want to thank someone, thank Aoyama Xiu Xin. To help you, he accepted a very humiliating condition from me." Suzuki Junko’s lips curled up, and then she handed over the money prepared by Aoyama Xiu Xin, "This is also from him, destroy the bag after you take the money."

"Mr. Xiu Xin really is a friend worth cherishing," Fujimoto Ryosuke said, moved to the brink of tears.

Afterward, they went their separate ways—Suzuki Junko to her grandmother’s house and Fujimoto Ryosuke to find a public phone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had been waiting for the call. The moment the phone rang, he grabbed the receiver to answer.

"Mr. Xiu Xin, I’ve successfully made it out," Fujimoto Ryosuke reported his safety first.

"That’s good, that’s good. From here on out, it’s up to you," Aoyama Xiu Xin let out a sigh of relief.

"Of course, you and Prosecutor Suzuki have already helped me a lot." Fujimoto Ryosuke sincerely expressed his gratitude, then got down to business, "The reason I killed the Kitano family is actually related to your father-in-law."

"Oh?" Aoyama Xiu Xin furrowed his brows.

Fujimoto Ryosuke recounted the sequence of events.

After listening, Aoyama Xiu Xin remained silent for a long time before letting out a sigh, "It’s my fault, I’m the one who dragged you into this. If I hadn’t introduced you to my father-in-law, none of this would have happened."

At that time, Asai Youki had asked him for someone trustworthy, and he had recommended Fujimoto Ryosuke.

He never anticipated that it would lead to so much trouble.

"Don’t blame yourself, after all, you were just trying to give me an opportunity. It was my own greed that brought me here; I can’t blame anyone else," Fujimoto Ryosuke said with self-deprecating laughter.

Aoyama Xiu Xin himself liked to engage in conspiracies and tricks. In fact, he had already guessed that Fujimoto Ryosuke’s killing of Kitano Kenji was part of Asai Youki and Iihara He’s plan, but he didn’t say it out loud.

At this point, what good would it do to let Fujimoto Ryosuke know the truth? Besides, Asai Youki was still his father-in-law and had never wronged him.

He might as well cover up for him as much as he could.

"Liang Yi, what are you planning to do next?"

"I have a friend in Shizuoka, from the underworld, whom I met when I first started working. I’ve helped him before, and he probably doesn’t know what I did in Tokyo. I plan to take advantage of this gap and flee to South Korea by sea tonight, and try to get a new identity there, change my appearance, get a new face."

"Mr. Liangyi, I wish you a smooth journey. Take care."

"Mr. Xiu Xin, I wish you a meteoric rise. If there’s ever anything I can do, I will come back."

"I hope there won’t be a need for that," Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled wryly. What could he possibly need from Fujimoto Ryosuke now, given his current status? The only thing would be to use him as a hired gun.

"If that’s the case, I’ll be even happier. It means your career is going smoothly. Mr. Aoyama, don’t forget what you once told me: go change this country, so that those of us at the bottom can also see the view from above."

"I will," Aoyama Xiu Xin answered solemnly.

But that would only be to make this country even worse than it is now. After all, setting aside the question of his true intentions, he lacked the ability to govern a country well.

Conspiring and struggling for power were his strengths, but when it came to proper matters, he was truly incompetent.

He was well aware of his own capabilities.

Construction was too difficult; he’d rather stick to destruction.

That was simpler.

"Mr. Xiu Xin, take care."

"Mr. Liangyi, take care."

............

After ending the call with Aoyama, Fujimoto Ryosuke braved the rain to make his way to Ishida Street in Shizuoka Prefecture.

The person he was looking for was Nakajima Minyu, the head of a small Violent Gang called the Nakai Family native to Shizuoka.

They had a few fishing boats and mainly subsisted by extorting fishermen and cargo ships at the docks.

Occasionally, they dabbled in smuggling and ferrying fugitives.

After all, having boats and only using them for fishing would be a waste; of course, they needed to engage in other activities.

When Nakajima Minyu had first taken over the family business, full of high spirits, he attempted to break into Tokyo but ended up battered and almost died on the streets. It was Fujimoto Ryosuke, who had just started his job at the time and was kind-hearted, that saved his life.

That’s how the two formed a bond.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Guided by memory to the other party’s house, Fujimoto Ryosuke didn’t ring the doorbell but knocked directly since they were surely asleep by then, and the doorbell wouldn’t have been heard.

Suddenly, lights came on inside the house.

Soon the door opened, and an obese middle-aged man, clad in pajamas, cursed irritably, "Who the hell is it this late?!"

"It’s me, Mr. Nakai. It’s been a while. Sorry for the disturbance," Fujimoto Ryosuke stepped forward from the darkness.

Nakajima Minyu’s sleepiness instantly vanished, "Detective Fujimoto, what brings you to Shizuoka? Please, come in."

"No need to go in. I’m in a bit of trouble and need to leave Japan immediately. Can you arrange a boat for me?" Fujimoto Ryosuke said, cutting straight to the point.

Nakajima Minyu was shocked - even a policeman seeking his help to flee? "What exactly happened?"

"I’ve just killed someone," Fujimoto Ryosuke hesitated to tell the truth, fearing that his host might refuse out of fear.

The weight of his crime was too heavy.

Oh, a murder, thought Nakajima Minyu, not taking it too seriously; after all, he had killed before, "No one else needs a boat at this hour, but if you need it, there is one."

Helping a murder fugitive escape was nothing new for him.

Now that it was his benefactor asking, he was even less likely to refuse. It was just a matter of working overtime.

"Mr. Nakai, what’s the cost for a trip to South Korea?"

"Detective Fujimoto, what do you think this life you saved is worth? So please, don’t mention money."

"Then I thank you, Mr. Nakai," Fujimoto Ryosuke retracted his hand from his coat and bowed deeply.

"I’ll go arrange a boat for the detective right now."

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