Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 196 - 190: Refusal, Expand Staff, Bury Bodies in the Wilderness

Chapter 196: Chapter 190: Refusal, Expand Staff, Bury Bodies in the Wilderness

Entering the living room, Aoyama saw an elderly man with greying hair combed into a Big Back Head style, wearing a white shirt, slightly overweight, and with a somewhat fierce look in his face, sitting on the sofa.

It was none other than the boss of Takeda Fuji, Takai Baoyu.

A legendary figure, born in 1930 to an ordinary family, he started his business by offering loans to housewives in the 1960s, and by the ’70s and ’80s had become the leading company in the loan industry, the king of cash flow.

However, it was not until the next year in the original timeline, when he introduced the automatic loan machine, followed by Takeda Fuji’s listing in 1996, that he finally became Japan’s richest man in 1999 with a capital of 7.8 billion US Dollars.

But now, since the automatic loan machine had been invented a year earlier by Aoyama Xiu Xin, and he had registered the related patents, Takeda Fuji’s fortune had been snatched away, and without big opportunities, they would never reach the heights of the original timeline.

"Mr. Takai, I have long admired your name and came back as soon as I heard of your visit. I apologize for keeping you waiting," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with an enthusiastic smile, quickly stepping forward to extend his hand.

Takai Baoyu stood up and, with a smile, took Aoyama Xiu Xin’s hand and said, "I have long been familiar with Police Chief Aoyama, Heisei’s No.1 Detective."

"It’s all an exaggeration. It’s just to aid the police’s publicity, nothing genuine," Aoyama Xiu Xin said humbly, shaking his head. "Please, take a seat."

After they both sat down, he turned to Aoyama Haruko and said warmly, "Sister-in-law, you should go rest."

"Yes!" Aoyama Haruko replied, bowing slightly to Takai Baoyu and then leaving with small, quick steps.

Aoyama Xiu Xin turned his head to look at the great usury king of Japan and said, "Mr. Takai, what brings you to visit me in the middle of the night? I’m flattered and puzzled by your visit."

Takeda Fuji was still in its savage growth stage.

Takai Baoyu’s reputation among the Japanese public was extremely bad, as he was known for colluding with the Black Society to charge high-interest rates and using violent means to collect debts, driving many to ruin and death.

In this regard, he was indeed an expert at causing harm to the Japanese, and Aoyama Xiu Xin even thought about learning a thing or two from him.

"I’m not going to beat around the bush; I have come to discuss a collaboration with Police Chief Aoyama," Takai Baoyu said with an open face.

"Collaboration?" Aoyama Xiu Xin expressed surprise, then quickly realized, "You must be talking about a collaboration with Nozawa Financial Corporation, Mr. Takai. You should know I can’t make that decision. Why not look for Mr. Yanchuan?"

Nozawa Financial Corporation was no longer the same Nozawa Financial Corporation. Neither Aoyama Xiu Xin nor Yehua Yiren could dictate how the company should develop; they were just two people carrying out tasks.

The real power was in the hands of Yanchuan Xianyou.

And once Kimura Yakuo successfully invited several banks to join, even Yanchuan Xianyou alone wouldn’t be able to dictate the direction of Nozawa Financial Corporation.

"No, no, no, Police Chief Aoyama, you misunderstand," Takai Baoyu said, shaking his head with a chuckle, lifting the teacup from the table and taking a sip, "I would like to talk to you about the collaboration on the automatic loan machine because, as far as I know, you hold the related patents, right?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly realized. No wonder Takai Baoyu had come to find him; it was the automatic loan machine that he was after. Unfortunately, he couldn’t agree to that.

Because agreeing would be aiding the enemy!

Nozawa Financial Corporation’s rise was reliant on the automatic loan machine. If Takeda Fuji, already a leading company in the industry, also had the automatic loan machine, what would they use to compete in the market?

"I’m sorry, Mr. Takai..."

"Police Chief Aoyama, why not first listen to my offer?" Takai Baoyu interrupted him, putting down his teacup, looking confident, and raising two fingers with a shake, "Two hundred million, US Dollars."

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s heart skipped a beat. Two hundred million US Dollars in 1992 was undoubtedly an astronomical figure, which fully demonstrated Takai Baoyu’s determination to obtain the patent rights. If Aoyama refused, he was certain Takai Baoyu would resort to other means, some less harmonious methods.

Takai Baoyu, self-made from unrefined beginnings and involved in the loan business, was very bold and ruthless. Even with Yanchuan Xianyou supporting Aoyama Xiu Xin, Takai Baoyu would dare to take a chance.

After all, the automatic loan machine was too big a blow to Takeda Fuji’s business; he would never sit back and let it be.

Ultimately, Takeda Fuji was now a rogue company, and naturally, it operated by rogue means.

Even in the year 2000, Takai Baoyu had people intimidate and threaten a journalist who was planning to expose illegal loan practices at Takeda Fuji, and although he was sentenced to three years and stepped down from the presidency of Takeda Fuji, these were the lengths to which he would go.

"Police Chief Aoyama, what’s in your pocket is what belongs to you. Two hundred million US Dollars is the best offer I can make," said Takai Baoyu, trying to persuade him with a serious tone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pondered for a moment, then slowly asked, "And if I refuse?"

"I can only express my regret," said Takai Baoyu, slightly lowering his head with a sigh, and speaking unassumingly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up to see off his guest, "Please make yourself at home, Mr. Takai. It’s late, and I must excuse myself from seeing you out."

This was something he simply couldn’t agree to, because agreeing to Takai was tantamount to betraying Yanchuan Xianyou.

Besides, money genuinely didn’t interest him.

He only liked to get promoted.

After all, who ever heard of a high-ranking official without money?

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Takai Baoyu said, giving Aoyama Xiu Xin a deep look, bowing, and then striding out.

"Bang!"

Hearing the door close, Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up a walkie-talkie and said, "Elena, come here."

Soon, a woman with blonde wavy hair, dressed in a black lace chemise and wearing high heels, entered, bowing, "Sir, you called for me."

Her curvaceous figure, while she bowed, nearly let her snow-white breasts fall out of her sleepwear.

Sitting on the sofa, Aoyama Xiu Xin, eyeing her exotic features, pointed at the floor.

Elena hesitated, then flicking her golden hair, walked over.

With such a high salary every month, it was not too much for the boss to use her to solve problems. She figured that not just herself, but even Jin Yucheng would accept this.

"Hiss"

Aoyama Xiu Xin grabbed her hair, observing her delicately contorted face, feeling a strong surge of satisfaction swell within him.

"Can you get in touch with some of your comrades? Our house needs to step up its security," Aoyama Xiu Xin asked with his eyes closed.

Isn’t it normal for someone who never uses a cover to lack a sense of security? After all, he had an innate fear of being underpowered.

And the reason he only called for Elena...

Xiu Xin didn’t invite Jin Yucheng in.

The guy had managed to escape North Country on his own, which was no small feat. Expecting him to be able to bring his comrades out as well was too much to hope for, especially since they might have been implicated and disposed of because of his escape.

However, from another angle, his escape from North Country as a special forces soldier had already sufficiently proven his personal strength.

Elena raised her head and wiped the corner of her mouth, looking at Aoyama Xiu Xin with her beautiful eyes and said, "All my comrades are women."

After all, her squad was an all-female unit.

"If they’re all as capable as you, that could work," Aoyama Xiu Xin’s fingers slid from her cheek and onto her delicate red lips, probing inside.

Women were better, mainly for protecting family; he himself was sufficient with Jin Yucheng.

A trace of sorrow flashed in Elena’s eyes. She, who had been extensively trained by her nation, should have served her country, but because of its dissolution, she could only work for a Japanese man and act as a fire extinguisher.

"How many people do you need?" she asked softly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin withdrew his finger, cleaning saliva off her face, "How many subordinates did you originally have?"

He remembered she was a junior officer before she retired.

"Including myself, five in total. Three assaulters, one demolitions expert, one sniper, one medic," Elena said with a hopeful look in her eyes.

A five-person team is generally the smallest special operations unit among nations. When needed, the members would take on multiple roles, such as medics doubling as assaulters.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had a stroke of insight, "In that case, call in the other four of your comrades."

It would be perfect to form a combat team.

If someone pushed Shinichi to the edge...

Then damn it, he’d flip the table and go for a beheading operation.

"Yes, thank you, sir," Elena said excitedly, speaking more vigorously with undulating eagerness, occasionally looking up with seductive eyes to increase Aoyama Xiu Xin’s visual pleasure.

"As long as you and your comrades do a good job for me, I won’t let you down. Cars, houses, cash, you’ll have it all," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

He, the wicked capitalist official, had to corrupt these soldiers.

"Mmm-hmm, yes, sir," Elena mumbled.

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the handheld phone and called Nakamura Shinichi, "Collect information on Takeda Fuji."

He couldn’t just sit around waiting to defend. He needed to take the initiative, and knowing the enemy was key to victory.

...........

While Aoyama Xiu Xin was busy getting to know Elena from the former Soviet Union, in the remote wasteland of Kanagawa Prefecture far from the bustling city, two figures struggled to unload a corpse from a car.

"Right here, right here, put it down."

One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties with a bald head and a large, hairy, black mole at the corner of his mouth, said.

The other, a twenty-something youth with a small braid, immediately let go. As the corpse hit the ground, he also sat down heavily, panting and cursing, "Damn it, this kid is heavy as hell."

The body on the ground looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, chubby with a pale face and strangulation marks around the neck.

"Stop sitting around, start digging. If someone comes by when it gets light, we’re done for." Big Black Mole then grabbed two shovels from the car, tossed one beside the braided youth, and started digging.

"Shit! I never thought kidnapping could be so physically taxing." The braided youth sighed, took the shovel, stood up, stabbed the ground, and his eyes suddenly light up, "Big brother, let’s dig here. This spot’s soil is looser; we can dig faster."

Big Black Mole tried it with his shovel and, indeed, it was much easier. Without a word, they both got to digging, one shovel after another.

"Big brother, do you smell that? Why is there a stench?" the braided youth asked, sniffing.

"Don’t you know I have rhinitis?" Big Black Mole glared at him and continued to sweat profusely while digging, casually remarking, "Maybe there’s garbage underneath. Keep digging!"

The braided youth, hearing this, bent down and continued working.

"Holy shit! There’s someone!" About an hour later, as the braided youth’s shovel struck the ground, the beginning of a decomposing human head was exposed from the dirt.

A strong, putrid odor instantly assaulted their nostrils.

Big Black Mole was startled too, but quickly calmed down, "No wonder it was so easy to dig. Turns out someone had their eye on this spot first."

They had had the same idea as those before them.

"Big brother, what do we do?" the braided youth asked.

Big Black Mole gritted his teeth, "We’ve already started digging; can’t waste that effort. It’s almost dawn; we don’t have time to dig another hole. Just bury them together."

Afterwards, the two men threw the chubby corpse into the hole and then filled it back up with dirt. But the grave was a bit shallow after burying two people, forming a raised mound.

"Big brother, any passing person with eyes will know something’s up," said the braided youth, leaning on his shovel and pointing at the mound.

Big Black Moles racked his brain and soon came up with a brilliant idea, "Got it! Let’s drive to town first."

After driving off, they returned more than an hour later to the wilds, unloading a heavy gravestone from the car and burying it in front of the mound.

"Phew! Just tell people there’s someone buried here, and no one will mess with it," he said after fixing the gravestone.

After planting the gravestone, Big Black Mole let out a breath.

"Big brother, you’re truly wise and valiant, that noggin is really working!" the braided youth flattered.

"Otherwise, how could I be the big brother? Let’s go!"

The two men drove off, leaving behind a new grave in the wasteland.

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