Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 227 - 220: Under Gunfire and Barrage, Hasegawa Ze is Finally Captured (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 227: Chapter 220: Under Gunfire and Barrage, Hasegawa Ze is Finally Captured (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

August 28, Friday.

A light rain had fallen in the early morning, but by dawn, it had stopped, leaving only the dew on the roadside flowers and the soaked ground as evidence that there had been rain the night before.

Yoshikai Youzai was driving to work at the Police Headquarters, the car windows down, enjoying the breeze that relaxed his mood.

Tokyo had a high population density, and the traffic planning wasn’t as good as it would be in a decade or two, causing severe traffic jams with vehicles moving slowly.

Behind him, in the traffic jam, were two cars loaded with plainclothes police officers, apart from the drivers, everyone else vigilantly scanned their surroundings.

At a red light, all the cars came to a stop.

Suddenly, three masked youths, wrapped tightly, exited a white sedan, each holding a pistol, and approached Yoshikai Youzai’s vehicle.

Once they closed the distance, the three raised their guns and fired.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

Yoshikai Youzai was startled, ducked his head quickly as the windshield cracked instantly; he was blocked by cars in every direction and could only choose to draw his gun and return fire, thanks to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s consideration for his safety by not having him hand in his gun these past few days.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

As gunshots rang out, the civilians trapped in place hid trembling inside their cars, screams unceasing.

"Freeze! Police! Drop your gun!"

The plainclothes officers arranged by Fujiwara Takahiro to protect Yoshikai Youzai immediately disembarked from their vehicle, aiming their guns at the shooters while moving closer and warning them.

"Idiot! Retreat!" Hasegawa Ze cursed the scene and, without hesitation, turned and ran.

If he had tracked them for another two days, he would have discovered someone was secretly protecting Yoshikai Youzai. Damn it!

Big Black Moles and another person fired two shots at the plainclothes officers and then ran without looking back.

"Chase them! Catch them!"

Yoshikai Youzai got out of the car.

He signaled the other plainclothes officers to give chase.

"Bang! Bang Bang Bang!"

The two groups chased and fought along the way.

"Split up!" Big Black Moles shouted as they reached an intersection, and the three ran off in different directions.

"Split up and pursue them!"

Seeing this, Yoshikai Youzai and the others also divided to pursue.

While running for easier breathing, Hasegawa Ze, unconcerned about being exposed, tore off his mask and threw it away, running desperately along the street.

Yoshikai Youzai, with two others, chased behind Hasegawa Ze. Because they feared stray bullets hurting civilians, they dared not shoot recklessly and had to madly chase from behind.

However, Hasegawa Ze did not care and occasionally fired back to stall them, injuring several bystanders, causing cries and screams.

They chased and fled for two blocks.

"Stop! Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill her!" Hasegawa Ze, unable to run further, grabbed a passing woman by the hair, pulling her into his arms and pointing a gun at her head as he shouted loudly.

"Ah! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!"

The woman, her face pale with terror, trembled uncontrollably, her legs failing to respond; if she wasn’t being held, she might have simply collapsed.

Seeing this, Yoshikai Youzai and his two colleagues had to stop.

From a distance, they aimed their guns at Hasegawa Ze.

"Put the gun down! You can’t escape! Don’t resist futilely!" Yoshikai Youzai tried to persuade him.

Hasegawa Ze, while retreating, kept looking around. Since he had chosen this busy time to act, he could not conveniently hijack a car to escape. He could only hold the hostage while looking for a chance to flee and restore some energy. "Back off! Keep moving back!"

Just then, behind Hasegawa Ze, a youth with a buzz cut, wearing a white tank top with a wolf tattoo on his back shoulder, suddenly burst from the crowd, grabbed his neck with one hand, and tried to snatch the gun with the other.

Caught off guard as his focus was on Yoshikai Youzai in front, Hasegawa Ze was taken by surprise.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

His finger accidentally triggered the gun several times.

Fortunately, the buzz-cut youth grabbed his gun-holding hand and lifted the muzzle towards the sky, so the three shots did not hit the onlookers.

The hostage woman also took the opportunity to break free.

"Idiot! Let me go!"

Hasegawa Ze shouted ferociously, but the buzz-cut youth clenched his teeth and kept a death grip on him.

"Quick!"

Seeing this, Yoshikai Youzai and the others immediately sprinted and tackled Hasegawa Ze, forcibly removing the gun from his hand and pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Let me go! Let me go! Ah! Ah!"

Hasegawa Ze twisted his facial features in rage, and though he violently struggled, he was ultimately handcuffed.

"Huff—Huff—"

After subduing him, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"What’s your name?" Yoshikai Youzai wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked the buzz-cut youth.

The young man, equally out of breath, took several panting breaths before excitedly and excitedly responding, "I’m Sakuragi Shinichi, from the Bie Wen Valley group!"

Bie Wen Valley group, a violent gang in Tokyo, was a secondary organization of the Daokuan Association.

His risky assistance was motivated by the Daokuan Association’s internal mobilization the previous day, promising a generous reward for anyone who found or captured Hasegawa Ze.

And he, as a young man aspiring to make a name for himself in the Black Society, truly desired to advance.

So, from early morning, he wandered the streets, and upon seeing Mr. Hasegawa’s face, he knew his opportunity had come; he then blended into the crowd, maneuvered behind Mr. Hasegawa, and abruptly launched his attack.

"You’re going to be okay soon," Yoshikai Yoshitsune patted his shoulder and turned to call out, "Take him back."

"Hi!"

The three were without a car, so they could only hail a taxi.

The morning rush was over, and the traffic congestion had eased considerably; the taxi rode smoothly down the road.

"Bang!"

As they passed an intersection, a silver Mazda suddenly sped in from the side and crashed violently into the taxi’s front, causing the taxi to lose control, spin around twice, and stop against the guardrail.

Dazed by the impact, the passengers inside the taxi were disoriented; amidst the confusion, Yoshikai Yoshitsune saw several gunmen outside the vehicle approaching them.

"Watch out!"

He preemptively yelled out and drew his gun to fire.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The approaching gunmen returned fire.

Car window glasses shattered with loud crashes, bullets landed crisply on the car body, accompanied by sparks flying in all directions, leaving behind bullet holes one after another.

"Quick, take Mr. Hasegawa and run!"

While Yoshikai Yoshitsune provided cover, the other two exited the taxi from the other side with Mr. Hasegawa, bending over as they ran towards a cluster of buildings nearby, turning back to shoot as they did.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The gunfire was intense, sounding almost like firecrackers during the New Year’s celebration.

Outnumbered and outgunned, one policeman was shot in the leg and fell, while another officer, unable to help his colleague, continued running with Mr. Hasegawa.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...click!"

Yoshikai Yoshitsune, taking cover behind the car and trading fire with the gunmen, bought time for his colleagues to move Mr. Hasegawa, but he soon ran out of bullets and found himself in a predicament.

"He’s out of ammo, forget him, grab the target!"

Meanwhile, sirens blared, and, accompanied by flashing police lights, several police cars raced to the scene.

As Mr. Hasegawa tried to kill Yoshikai Yoshitsune, the local police stations and substations had already dispatched officers; however, they had been delayed by traffic and had not arrived in time.

But, they had coincidentally arrived during this shootout.

No sooner had the police cars stopped than the heavily armed police officers jumped out, firing directly at the heavily armed criminals.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

"Idiot! Retreat! Retreat! Quickly retreat!"

Facing the intense firepower of the police, the gunmen had no ability to resist, finding themselves in the same predicament Yoshikai Yoshitsune and his colleagues had, and could only flee.

"Huff—huff—"

Yoshikai Yoshitsune sat down heavily on the ground, leaning against the bullet-riddled taxi, breathing heavily. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it to calm his nerves.

Today, he truly had experienced a storm of bullets.

With the situation escalating so drastically, he wondered how it would all end.

"Idiot! Useless! A bunch of useless people!"

Inside the office, Yokoyama Ryohi smashed the telephone onto the ground, hysterically cursing.

The gunmen sent to intercept had been urgently arranged by him; he had placed people to monitor Yoshikai Yoshitsune since yesterday, so he received news of the attack immediately and responded.

But unexpectedly, they had failed to secure the target.

This had put him completely on the defensive.

He leaned on his desk with both hands, his chest heaving dramatically, his complexion fluctuating. He couldn’t just sit idly by; he had to find a way to save himself.

After some thought, he picked up the desk phone and called his secretary. "Prepare the car, I need to go out now."

More than ten minutes later, Aoyama Xiu Xin sat in the interrogation room at Police Headquarters, facing Mr. Hasegawa Ze, the ever-loyal personal bodyguard of Takeda Fuji.

"Do you have Takeda Fuji’s secret accounts?" Aoyama Xiu Xin got straight to the point.

"Indeed, but I won’t give them to you; you’ll never get them," Mr. Hasegawa sneered in response.

Aoyama Xiu Xin lit a cigarette, slowly puffing away. "Do you think Yoshikai Yoshitsune killed Takeda Fuji? No, it was Yokoyama Ryohi. If you truly hold the secret accounts, you should know who he is."

"What difference does it make? Aren’t you just Yokoyama Ryohi’s lackey?" Mr. Hasegawa scornfully said.

Now, Aoyama Xiu Xin was certain that the other party indeed held the secret accounts; otherwise, as a mere bodyguard, he shouldn’t be aware of Yokoyama Ryohi’s existence.

It was impossible that Takeda Fuji had told him.

Secretaries, bodyguards, drivers—these are often the three most trusted individuals by a boss, but bodyguards and drivers would never know as much about the deeper aspects like a secretary does.

And it was precisely this lack of information that led Mr. Hasegawa to suspect that Yoshikai Yoshitsune’s killing of Takeda Fuji might have been orchestrated by Yokoyama Ryohi, making Yoshikai Yoshitsune’s superior, Aoyama Xiu Xin, a man of Yokoyama Ryohi.

Realizing this, Aoyama Xiu Xin knew how to deal with him now. "I think Mr. Hasegawa might have misunderstood; not only am I not aligned with Yokoyama Ryohi, but we are actually enemies."

Mr. Hasegawa was unconvinced. What kind of police inspector could have a grudge against someone like Yokoyama Ryohi?

He did not think highly of himself, questioning, "Are you even worthy?"

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