Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 253 - 244: Military and Police Standoff at Sea, Another Explosion Case (Vote for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 253: Chapter 244: Military and Police Standoff at Sea, Another Explosion Case (Vote for monthly tickets!)

"Thud, thud, thud!"

"Come in."

Aoyama Xiu Xin pushed open the door, closed it behind him, and walked to the desk, handing over the case closure application and the interrogation transcript with both hands, "Director, the bomber has been caught, and the evidence chain is complete. He has fully confessed to his crimes, please sign here."

Once signed, it could be transferred to the Public Prosecutor’s Office.

"So soon?" Renping Kuniaki looked up in surprise, having pushed for progress only yesterday, and the case was solved today.

"With such a high-profile case under the wise leadership of the Director, the subordinates dared not slack off. With tireless efforts throughout the night, we finally lived up to your expectations," said Aoyama Xiu Xin earnestly.

Only he and a few frontline officers like Chi Ben Xinzhang knew the real truth; those leaders far removed from the frontlines, such as Renping Kuniaki, would have no clue.

Even if they did know, they wouldn’t expose it; by the time they thought to do so, it would already be a fait accompli, too late.

Being an official was nothing more than deceiving those above and hoodwinking those below.

"Great job! Police Chief Aoyama you’ve once again turned in a satisfactory report. Truly worthy of being Heisei’s No.1 Detective!" exclaimed Renping Kuniaki in praise.

Such a capable and sensible subordinate was a pleasure to work with, and following the pacification of hostilities, he didn’t mind Aoyama Xiu Xin receiving credit, as it meant he would share in the accolades.

Aoyama Xiu Xin modestly replied, "It’s all thanks to the Director’s wise leadership. Without your full support, we couldn’t have solved the case so quickly."

"You’ll also need to attend the press conference later."

"Yes, sir!"

At noon, the Police Headquarters held a press conference announcing that the bomber from the recent case had been apprehended.

The efficiency of the Police Headquarters received unanimous praise.

The police hadn’t always been so capable; clearly, the credit went to Heisei’s No.1 Detective, Police Chief Aoyama.

"Police Chief, the real criminal hasn’t been caught. If he sees the news and is sure he’s safe, and then commits another crime, what do we do?" After the press conference, Chi Ben Xinzhang followed Aoyama Xiu Xin to the elevator and asked.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s face showed no change as he casually replied, "Then we’ll just keep looking. If we still can’t find him, we’ll pin it on some unlucky scapegoat until we catch the real culprit. The more he commits the crime, the more mistakes he’ll leave behind, and he won’t be able to escape."

"Ah, but that means there will be more victims," Chi Ben Xinzhang sighed with worry.

Aoyama Xiu Xin patted his shoulder, "There’s nothing we can do about that. We’ve done our best. It’s not that we don’t work hard, but the real culprit is just too cunning."

After all, if they could really catch the perpetrator, there would be no need to find others to take the blame.

This was also a solution of last resort, but at least it provided an explanation to all parties involved.

That evening, the news was broadcast on various TV stations.

Inside a living room of a household, three men, all appearing to be in their thirties, were watching the news.

"Haha, their methods are as simple and brutal as ever, deceiving the powerful and hoodwinking the rest. If it weren’t for the fact that we carried out the bombing, I might have believed them," said one of them, a young man with silver short hair and plain looks, with a sneer.

"For them, as long as they can solve the case, earn credit, deceive the citizens, and climb up the ranks or get rich, who cares about the truth?" said the long-haired youth.

The last one was bald, meticulously polishing his shoes, and asked, "Who’s next?"

"Noda Jiro," the silver-haired youth looked up towards the wall behind the TV, which had three photos hanging, one of which was Tsunoda Shinro, whose picture was now crossed out with a big red X.

The long-haired youth aimed a gun at Noda Jiro’s photo and made a shooting gesture, "He caused our brothers’ deaths and got us imprisoned for five years. Now it’s time for these guys to pay."

"Let’s use a bomb again; it’s also good to slap the faces of those at the Police Headquarters," suggested the bald man.

The other two laughed at the suggestion.

A new bombing case right after solving one, to see how many people they could find to take the fall.

"When do we take action?" asked the long-haired youth.

"Tonight," replied the silver-haired youth indifferently.

"Tonight?" the bald man looked up in surprise.

"Yes, tonight!"

"Okay, let’s set off some fireworks to celebrate the police solving the case."

.........

Suzuki Taichiro always did as he said. The threat he made in the morning became a reality by evening.

He stuck to the original plan, arranging for his second cargo ship docked at the pier to set sail as usual.

And he went along with the ship, partly to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control that night, and partly to enjoy a visit to Russia, which had become a paradise since the collapse of the Soviet Union. Suzuki Taichiro had a penchant for Caucasian women.

The cargo ship left the dock smoothly and was followed at a safe distance by a Maritime Self-Defense Force warship, providing an escort.

Standing on the deck, with the sea breeze in his hair, Suzuki Taichiro had a smirk on his face. With warship protection, he wondered if the Maritime Security Bureau would dare to intercept. Aoyama Xiu Xin? Hah!

Did he really think he was the only one with connections?

He was determined to take a piece of this business for himself!

As the ship was about to leave Japan’s territorial waters, three patrol vessels from the Maritime Security Bureau gave chase, while three helicopters hovered above, blocking the cargo ship’s path.

The noise from the propellers was deafening, and the wind they generated blew through Suzuki Taichiro’s hair on the deck.

The Maritime Security Bureau, while referred to as the Coast Guard, showed signs of developing into a navy, with large patrol vessels displacing thousands of tons and equipped with 20 or 40 caliber naval guns, as well as two multi-purpose helicopters.

Not to mention the myriad of small, fast boats.

There were dozens of patrol vessels of different models.

"This is Maritime Security Bureau Vessel XX calling the cargo ship below. We have received a report that your ship is carrying illegal materials. Please cooperate with the inspection immediately!"

"We are the Sea Self-Defense Force, currently carrying out an escort mission in our territorial waters as ordered. The cargo ship ahead is loaded with military supplies, please let us through immediately!"

The Maritime Security Bureau’s patrol vessel and the Sea Self-Defense Force’s escort ship were shouting at each other, both apparently on official duty, but at the core was a smuggling ship.

There was a certain ironic undertone.

"Sorry, we haven’t received any notice, and the intelligence we have indicates that this ship is loaded entirely with illegal materials! Please don’t obstruct the normal enforcement of the law."

"The same message goes back to you, please do not obstruct us from carrying out the military orders from the Staff Director!"

Neither side would give in, but both were very restrained, knowing that if a real confrontation occurred, it would be a major incident, and they each reported to their superiors.

Suzuki Taichiro stood on the deck, holding onto the railing and smoking, watching the standoff with a smile on his face.

He felt a satisfying sense of control.

He didn’t believe the Maritime Security Bureau would dare to go head-to-head with the military; Aoyama Xiu Xin thought he could stop him from making money by pulling the Coast Guard to his side, which was pure wishful thinking.

The news quickly reached the ears of Oda Seisui, the head of the Maritime Security Bureau, who while urging his subordinates to keep their emotions in check and to avoid any friction, also called Yagyu Tomon and told him to go tell his father straight away.

After all, although the essence of their conflict was the struggle for profits, on the surface, the Maritime Security Bureau’s crackdown on smuggling was justifiable and legal; they had moral high ground.

"Father, I just got the news; our Maritime Security Bureau personnel intercepted a smuggling ship, but an escort ship of the Sea Self-Defense Force claimed to be on an escort mission and told us to let it pass. Dad, it wasn’t you who sent them, was it? Should I tell our chief to withdraw?" Yagyu Tomon asked feigning ignorance and confusion.

"What?" Yagyu Yuichiro was furious. He believed his own son wouldn’t lie to him about such a matter; if he said it was a smuggling ship, then it definitely was, and how could their Sea Self-Defense Force possibly provide escort for a smuggling ship?

Surely there was an officer engaging in abuse of power for personal benefit.

He kept a grim face, didn’t say a word, and immediately got up and made several calls from his study.

Roughly half an hour later, the Self-Defense Force’s escort ship turned around and withdrew. Suzuki Taichiro watched this scene, his expression gradually stiffening. He was stunned and completely bewildered.

Why did they suddenly leave?

I paid them, goddammit!

"No... come back! Come back!" he called out.

And after "defeating" the Sea Self-Defense Force, the personnel from the Maritime Security Bureau were victorious and directly boarded and took control of the ship, then brought it back to port.

That night, the higher-ups of the Sea Self-Defense Force held an emergency meeting. Upon investigation, the procedures for the escort mission by the escort ship were found to be legal, the orders given by the defensive section chief of the Staff Director. He claimed he didn’t know beforehand that the materials on the ship were illegal.

In the end, only the captain in charge of the escort mission that night was punished, and no one else was held accountable.

After all, the captain had the weakest background.

On the Maritime Security Bureau’s side, Oda Seisui took smuggling very seriously and everyone involved in the smuggling was going to face severe legal punishment, except for the organizer Suzuki Taichiro, who was released that very night.

After all, the Governor of Tokyo was Suzuki Jun, and Suzuki Taichiro was his nephew. The Maritime Security Bureau took the initiative not to alarm him by releasing Suzuki Taichiro, as this was meant to be a quiet money-making scheme, not a big commotion.

They had shown their stance through the night’s events.

Suzuki Jun had held the position of Governor of Tokyo since 1979 and had never been ousted, and his father had been the seventieth Prime Minister of Japan. Their family was indeed distinguished.

The major incident at sea was unknown to the citizens.

But the upcoming incidents on land could not be hidden.

In the late hours of the night, Tokyo was deep in sleep, but Noda Jiro, the president of the Noda Financial Corporation who had just finished his shift, was on his way home, sitting in the back of the car with his eyes closed, feigning sleep.

Noda Financial Corporation was not very large in scale but had a long history, a well-established company in Tokyo, and Noda Jiro was the third generation to take over.

Due to an economic downturn, the company was also facing a slump. To avoid the company ending on his watch, Noda Jiro worked exceedingly hard.

He was often the last to leave the company.

The car slowed down as it approached a red light.

A motorcycle stopped next to the car, with two people in leather jackets sitting on it, both wearing helmets that obscured their faces. The person on the back tapped on the car window.

"Thunk, thunk, thunk!"

The drowsy Noda Jiro was woken up by the noise, looked over, and then rolled down the window. "May I help you?"

"Noda, we meet again, huh?" said the bald young man on the back of the motorcycle as he lifted his helmet.

Noda Jiro, looking puzzled, asked, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"Heh, rich people tend to forget things," the bald young man laughed, but his smile held anger. The three of them had searing memories of the past in prison and never forgot those who had caused them to be jailed.

Yet these powerful people had already forgotten about them.

Indeed, they deserved to die!

Seeing that the traffic light was about to turn green, the bald man didn’t bother with further small talk and simply shoved a black package through the car window. "This is a gift from us brothers to you."

As his words fell, the silver-haired young man in front gunned the engine, speeding away.

The bald man lifted a remote control high in the air and pressed it.

"Noda, I invite you to a fireworks show!"

"Boom!"

Noda Jiro’s car exploded into a fireball that soared into the air and then smashed back down to the ground, with the chassis engulfed in roaring flames, instantly killing both occupants.

The loud noise startled the nearby residents, who promptly called the emergency number.

"110? There’s been a car explosion..."

Police and fire trucks swiftly arrived at the scene, and by the time the fire was extinguished, the two people in the car had been burnt to a crisp.

The air was faintly suffused with the smell of roasted meat.

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