Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 270 - 257: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Changes, Lamppost Pendants (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

Chapter 270: Chapter 257: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Changes, Lamppost Pendants (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)

"Chief Sanmu, what did Police Chief Aoyama say?"

Seeing Sanmu Ichiro return, the secretary of San Dao Yifu who had been waiting in his office hurriedly stood up to inquire.

"Secretary Miyazawa, the police chief said that unless you can produce evidence of President San Island’s kidnapping, the police will not open a case," Sanmu Ichiro said indifferently.

The secretary instantly grew anxious, "Isn’t it the police’s job to investigate the evidence of the kidnapping?"

"Yes, it is, but first we need to file a case, and to do that, you need to prove he’s been kidnapped," Sanmu Ichiro shrugged, adopting an all-business demeanor.

Secretary: "......"

So now you’re playing dumb with me!

"If anything happens to our president, you Police Headquarters will be held responsible!" The secretary threatened in a fit of anger.

Sanmu Ichiro’s expression turned cold, "Get out! If you keep making a scene and force me to a point where I get disciplined for assault causing disability, then you’ll be responsible!"

You’re given some respect and you throw it back in my face. Didn’t you hear that was an order from our police chief? What’s the use of yelling at me?

Police Chief Aoyama is right, San Dao Yifu deserved a lesson from his workers for withholding their wages.

If we go and rescue him, who’s going to pay the salaries his brothers in labor are owed?

Police Chief Aoyama has a heart of mercy, unparalleled charity!

"You... you..." The secretary, her face pale with anger, stamped her foot in frustration and turned to leave.

She’s now the one most concerned about San Dao Yifu.

Because she’s just a mistress with no inheritance rights; everything she has was given to her by San Dao Yifu. If anything were to happen to him, she’ll definitely be pushed out of the company by his legitimate wife.

Maybe even have all that San Dao Yifu had given her taken away.

So now, since the police won’t open a case, she has to hurry back and follow San Dao Yifu’s orders to pay those soil-covered workers and secure his safety.

Meanwhile, the proletarian workers carrying out their righteous punishment on San Dao Yifu were praying in their hearts that the company doesn’t pay the wages but calls the police to save him.

At the same time, he was trying to reason with his captors.

"What you’re doing is wrong, this is illegal, your request for wages should be lawful, you should use the law as your weapon to protect your rights. Otherwise, what is just becomes unjust. Please let me go, I won’t pursue today’s events..."

"Smack!" The young man with a crew cut fiercely slapped him across the face, cursing, "We workers aren’t good at using the law as a weapon, we are better at using fists and knives to defend our rights."

"Legal means? Haven’t our previous efforts to claim our wages been legal too? Yet you didn’t pay up!" The leader, Abe, delivered a flying kick to San Dao Yifu.

"Ouch!" San Dao Yifu screamed out in pain, quickly curling up and covering his head, "Stop hitting, please stop."

A middle-aged man frowned and said, "How long has it been, why isn’t there any news?"

"Idiot!" The most timid middle-aged man, agitated and restless, walked up and fiercely kicked San Dao Yifu several times, "Did you pull some trick when you called? Tell me! Speak up!"

At first, San Dao Yifu was struggling continuously.

But soon he became silent and motionless.

"Wait! Stop! Stop!" Abe suddenly noticed blood seeping out onto the ground and urgently pulled the timid middle-aged man away.

As everyone looked at San Dao Yifu on the ground, they saw that the back of his head had hit a sharp rock, and blood was flowing continuously out, his eyes closed.

"Is... is he... dead?"

The crew-cut young man stuttered, his face turning white.

"No! Impossible! He’s faking it! This old guy is definitely faking it!" The timid middle-aged man was so scared he became frantic, desperately grabbing San Dao Yifu by the collar, shouting, "Speak! You speak to me!"

Abe checked for breath, and with a very grim look, uttered, "He’s dead."

The timid middle-aged man was struck as if by lightning, his teeth chattering.

The other two were not faring much better.

They had only wanted their back pay; they had never intended to actually kill San Dao Yifu.

But reality was such, plans can never keep up with changes, and it is rare for things to progress smoothly exactly as one anticipates.

"What do we do? What do we do now?" the timid middle-aged man asked, shivering.

The middle-aged man, who looked honest and reticent, offered a suggestion, "Should we turn ourselves in?"

"No way! I’m still so young; I don’t want to go to prison!" the crew-cut young man immediately rejected the idea.

Abe bared his teeth and said, "Kidnapping and murder. If we really go and confess, we won’t be getting out for at least ten years. We’re already approaching forty. Spend a decade or more inside and come out in our fifties or sixties, what’s the point of living then?"

The four then fell back into a long silence.

"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"

An unexpected phone rang.

Startled, all four of them trembled.

Abe picked up and answered, "Mosi Mosi?"

"Brother Abe, it’s done! President San Island’s secretary just came with the finance team to distribute wages! It was all paid on the spot!" The excitement was clear in the voice on the other side of the phone.

Due to the sound leaking, the other three also overheard this, their faces unconsciously breaking into smiles, which were quickly replaced by worried expressions.

Their joy was now irrelevant to them.

"That’s good, good, it would have been even better if it was done earlier," Abe spoke gravely.

If it had been done earlier, things wouldn’t have come to this.

"Brother Abe..."

"Just collect it for us and give it to our families," Abe interrupted.

"Hey, you guys... you guys are alright, right?"

"No problem, just like that," Abe said, hanging up the phone. He let out a sigh, then turned to look at his three accomplices, "The time to make a decision has arrived."

The trio first looked at each other and then their gaze simultaneously focused on Abe, the backbone of the team.

"Don’t any of you want to turn yourselves in?" Abe asked.

The bald man and the timid middle-aged man nodded without hesitation.

The honest middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before also nodding.

People are conformists, their own thoughts often change to align with the group’s.

"Alright!" Abe stood up from the ground.

The other three also rose to their feet.

Abe’s eyes were fierce as he pursed his blood-streaked, chapped lips and said in a deep voice, "Then let’s run! Four grown men can always find a bowl of rice somewhere. From now on, we live and die together!"

"To live and die together!" the three men echoed excitedly.

The four were long-time work colleagues and had bonded over shared sentiments, which is why they had dared to kidnap San Island Yifu to demand unpaid wages for their workers. Now that they had killed a man together, their camaraderie had deepened even further.

"Now that the company has paid the wages, it means they don’t suspect San Island has been kidnapped and haven’t called the police yet, so we don’t need to rush. Since we’ve decided to run, let’s make a big move before we do! And say goodbye to our families; it’s unlikely we’ll see them again."

Abe spoke with full confidence.

"Abe, brother, whatever you say, we’ll follow. You’ve got a better head on your shoulders than we do."

"Yes, from now on, we’ll follow you."

Each of the men declared their stance.

Abe’s gaze fell on San Island Yifu’s body.

"Before we leave Tokyo, let’s give the Japanese capitalists a little shock from the workers."

.........

The next day, September 22nd, the weather was clear.

In the heart of Tokyo, an important intersection in the central district was sealed off by police. All vehicles were re-routed, and many onlookers had gathered around.

On a streetlamp near the intersection,

hung a blood-drenched body.

The body’s neck was tied with a rope to the streetlamp, left hanging in the air, the blood on the clothing already dry.

At the same time, a large sign hung on the body.

It read: "For withholding wages leading to the ruin of workers’ families, acting on behalf of heaven, his death is well deserved."

Because the decision-makers had not yet arrived at the scene,

the police enforcing the blockade did not hastily remove the body. Instead, they just roped off the area with caution tape.

The journalists around were frantically taking pictures of the body.

After all, this was sensational news.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s car couldn’t even drive into the area; he had to get out and push through the crowd on foot. Leveraging his excellent physical condition, he quickly made his way to the front of the crowd.

"Now the capitalist really has become an ornament on the streetlamp."

He looked up and spoke while gazing at the body on the streetlamp.

"Police Chief Aoyama! Say a few words to everyone!"

"Police Chief Aoyama..."

When they saw Aoyama Xiu Xin, the surrounding journalists became instantly excited, bombarding him with questions.

"No comment at this time! No comment for now! The specifics of the case are under investigation, please await the police report."

Murder in itself was not an issue, but the identities of the murderer and the victim, as well as how the body was handled afterwards, posed big problems he dared not speak carelessly about.

After all, the big shots were even more sensitive than Asai Ayumi.

What if they flew into a rage at the slightest touch?

"Let’s hurry up and get the body down."

An hour later, an internal meeting at the Police Headquarters.

"Before the meeting, I have already received no less than 10 phone calls, all demanding that the murderer be captured as soon as possible, and that he be publicly executed."

Renping Kuniaki spoke with a grave expression.

Everyone sat upright, with serious expressions.

They all understood the gravity of the situation, especially now with the bubble economy bursting, many factories reducing employee benefits and wages, creating significant resentment among the lower-class citizens. What if others began to follow suit?

Neither the Japanese authorities nor the capitalists wanted such incidents to occur, and punishment had to be swift and firm!

This case had to be resolved quickly!

So the Police Headquarters was under great pressure.

"Everyone share your thoughts," Renping Kuniaki said with a sigh.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up first and shared the information given to him by Chief Sanmu Ichiro, "The situation is clear, we can now confirm that it was four workers from San Island Electronics Co., Ltd. Discontent with the seven months of unpaid wages, they kidnapped San Dao Yifu and murdered him. Yesterday, when the back pay was issued, four people did not claim theirs; these four are our murderers. We should immediately issue a national manhunt and ask for nationwide assistance in the search."

"So the First Investigation Division responds quickly, huh?" Renping Kuniaki nodded, clearly impressed with Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"That’s because they should have realized this yesterday." A man in his thirties snorted coldly as he stood up, glancing at Aoyama Xiu Xin before speaking, "The First Investigation Division should take responsibility for this!"

Most people were perplexed by the accusation, but the atmosphere in the meeting room gradually grew more severe.

A faint smell of gunpowder began to spread.

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