Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 295 - 277: Directly Overpowering, Mere Muddied Chickens and Clay Dogs Cannot Withstand a Single Blow

Chapter 295: Chapter 277: Directly Overpowering, Mere Muddied Chickens and Clay Dogs Cannot Withstand a Single Blow

The so-called Common Union Headquarters was just a slightly isolated standalone house in a street shrouded in darkness, with only the streetlights emitting a dim light.

A swarm of moths circled and danced under the lamps.

Over ten police cars fully loaded with officers parked silently by the roadside with their lights and sirens off. One by one, armed officers jumped out of the cars and moved into predetermined positions, surrounding the criminals’ hideout.

In the darkness, the Mobile Unit officers, wearing helmets and gripping steel guns, moved swiftly and crouched low like ghosts ready to reap the souls of the living.

"Report, the snipers are in position."

"Report, the assault team is in position."

"The support section is in place..."

As each report came in, Fujiwara Takahiro exhaled and gestured with his hand, "Start the loudspeaker announcement."

This was a necessary procedure before launching a full assault.

"Szzzt—Attention, those inside! We are from the Police Headquarters, you are surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender immediately—do not attempt to resist..."

In the living room, Yoshikawa Shuichi and four others were formulating a detailed plan for the next day based on the information they had gathered.

They were taken aback by the sudden loudspeaker announcement.

"Police! We’re surrounded by police!"

"How could the police take action all of a sudden?"

"Could they have found evidence?"

"They must have obtained relevant evidence! Otherwise, why would they suddenly encircle us..."

In a panic, they all talked over each other without thinking straight.

"Enough! Everyone calm down!" Yoshikawa Shuichi, who had seen much of the world, quickly regained his composure and said sternly, "The police wouldn’t act without evidence. Now we have two choices: fight or surrender."

"Attack." After the third call, there was still no response from inside; Fujiwara Takahiro gave a justified order.

Then, the police officers who had prepared in advance stepped forward to launch tear gas canisters. With clattering sounds and breaking glass, several canisters fell into the living room and upstairs bedrooms, starting to emit thick smoke.

"Tear gas! Find wet towels to cover your mouth and nose!"

Yoshikawa Shuichi, who had plenty of experience being suppressed in various riots, yelled out knowledgeably.

"Idiot! These bastards have no sense of honor! We hadn’t even responded to the negotiation call, how can they just launch an assault like this! It’s outrageous!"

"It’s clear as day; they never intended to let us surrender. They finished the three calls in less than a minute, idiots! Now we have no choice but to fight!"

The other four spoke up, each chiming in.

Yoshikawa Shuichi grabbed a rifle, his face twisted with ferocity, and shouted, "Arm yourselves, two upstairs, three downstairs. Watch out for the sniper. Better to go down with a bang rather than die silently!"

"Right!" The other four immediately followed his orders.

Outside the standalone house, tear gas canisters began to take effect, and a squad of assault team members ready to move put on their masks. Using heavy rams, they forcibly broke open the gate and then, with shields in front, started to advance.

"Ratatatatata!"

The police had just entered the yard when Yoshikawa Shuichi and others, hearing the gate being smashed open, started firing like crazy from the windows.

Bullets poured out like a stream of fire snakes.

The police hadn’t anticipated that they would possess automatic weapons. Caught off guard, they were quickly forced to retreat, sustaining two injuries, who were then carried away by the waiting ambulances.

"Go to hell, you bastards!"

Following a loud roar, a grenade was thrown out of the house, exploding in the yard.

"Boom!"

Dirt flew into the air, and smoke billowed around.

The massive explosion unsettled everyone.

Fujiwara Takahiro’s face turned grim. These were no ordinary criminals; they were terrorists!

"Cease the advance, keep firing tear gas into the building! Let’s see how long they can hold out. Snipers, get ready; if anyone rushes out, take them down!"

Fujiwara Takahiro’s voice was icy; tear gas was an effective tool for forcing people out of hiding.

"Right!"

"Sniper post one, received."

"Sniper post two, received."

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

One after another, tear gas canisters were fired without restraint into the house, quickly filling it with eye-stinging, nose-burning, throat-choking smoke.

"Cough! Cough cough cough! Boss...We can’t hold on any longer, cough cough... cough cough!"

"These cops are too despicable, cough, *gag* cough cough cough, we... we should rush out!"

"Going out now is... cough cough cough death!"

"But if we don’t go out, we’ll choke to death in here!"

The few inside the house were tearing up and sniffling, their lungs almost coughed out, as wet towels became useless.

"It’s come to this; we have to rush out and fight them!" Yoshikawa Shuichi made a decisive call, threw down his wet towel, grabbed the rifle, and charged outside.

"Bang!"

But the moment he stepped out, he was shot dead by a sniper.

He hit the ground without making a sound.

The other four, who rushed out immediately after him, were gunned down by assault team members who were kneeling outside with their guns at the ready.

"Ratatatatata!"

The muzzles trembled, sparks flashed, and the four Common Union members’ bodies shook as they fell to the ground, lifeless.

You could probably dig half a pound of bullets out of each body.

Against well-equipped, unhesitant, and organized police officers, these guys were no match.

Seeing no more attempts to rush out, the assault team members stopped firing, slowly advancing with shields to check the yard.

They also began a preliminary search of the entire building.

"Report to the commander! Including the leader Yoshikawa Shuichi, five members have been killed. The scene is now secure, and a large number of firearms and ammunition were found inside."

The assault team leader reported to Fujiwara Takahiro.

Fujiwara Takahiro nodded, then with a serious face, he walked toward the courtyard, "Search the entire building thoroughly."

"Yes, sir!" The men responded in unison.

Under Fujiwara Takahiro’s arrangement, as expected, a large number of photos of the Crown Prince, which had appeared in the newspapers, were found, along with some of the Crown Prince’s public schedule.

He immediately called Aoyama Xiu Xin to report.

The entire battle ended very quickly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin hadn’t even finished his meal yet.

"Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling!"

"Sorry, sister-in-law." Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed slightly again to express his apologies, then picked up the phone and answered.

"Police Chief, tonight’s operation went very smoothly."

"Alright, Mr. Fujiwara, congratulations on successfully uncovering the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on the Crown Prince." Aoyama Xiu Xin said, a faint smile on his face.

Thinking of killing me? Heh, I’ll send you on your way first!

"It’s all thanks to your wise leadership, Chief. I simply executed your orders methodically."

"Mr. Fujiwara, you’re too modest. That’s all for now." Aoyama Xiu Xin said and then hung up the phone.

Asakawa Xia, sitting opposite him, raised her glass and smiled slightly, "They found the real culprit behind the assassination attempt on the Crown Prince? Xiu Xin, you’re really capable. Congratulations, I’ll toast to you, wishing you more achievements."

With that, she leaned forward slightly with her glass.

"Sister-in-law is overpraising me, it’s all thanks to the earnest efforts of the brothers below." Aoyama Xiu Xin lifted his glass, clinked it with hers, and drank it down in one gulp.

Everyone said he was capable.

But the brothers below him were even more so.

Asai Ayumi knew this very well.

Asakawa Xia took a sip of her drink, leaving a faint lipstick mark on the rim of the glass, "Xiu Xin, you’re really too modest. Being able to make your subordinates listen and work with all their heart is a talent in itself."

Whether it was the strength of the alcohol or her lack of tolerance for it, her originally fair cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes appeared somewhat hazy, making her look even more enchanting than usual.

"Sister-in-law, you’re drunk. Let me take you home to rest." Aoyama Xiu Xin said with care.

Indeed feeling a bit dizzy, Asakawa Xia put down her glass and nodded, "Then I’ll have to trouble you again, Xiu Xin."

"Of course." Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

Asakawa Xia stood up but staggered a bit, her quick reflexes using the back of the chair to steady herself.

Aoyama Xiu Xin hurriedly came over to support her, speaking in a soothing tone, "Be careful, sister-in-law, don’t fall."

He also picked up Asakawa Xia’s handbag.

Feeling her soft, boneless body leaning against him stirred something inside Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Once in the car, as the vehicle moved, Asakawa Xia was overcome with sleepiness and drifted off. It seemed hot in her sleep, and she subconsciously tugged at her collar, popping open a button on her shirt. Green lace wrapped around her white, creamy skin became somewhat visible, rising and falling rhythmically with her breath.

With her body restlessly squirming, the hem of her skirt also shifted up a lot, exposing her voluptuous thighs wrapped in black silk completely. Her high heels were kicked off unconsciously, her small feet occasionally twitching and fidgeting.

The arrogant, imperious woman now lay sleeping, a picture of innocence, her charm fully displayed, powerless as a bound chicken, allowing others to play with her as they pleased.

Aoyama Xiu Xin had quite the eyeful, but he dared not lay a hand on her. After all, he wasn’t lacking in women, and he didn’t want a moment’s lust to ruin his future prospects.

It’s not good for the little head to control the big head.

"Big sister, big sister, wake up, we’re home."

Asakawa Xia muddled awake and glanced at the familiar house through the car window. Without saying goodbye to Aoyama Xiu Xin, she took her bag and left the car, even forgetting to put on her shoes, her little feet in black stockings stepping onto the cold floor as she wavered into the villa’s gate.

Shortly after she went in, a nanny came out to collect the high heels from Aoyama Xiu Xin’s car.

Aoyama Xiu Xin turned to look at the Asakawa’s luxurious villa for a moment, then stepped on the gas and drove away.

...

After returning home, he called the Crown Prince to share the good news.

"Your Highness, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin. I’m sorry to disturb you late at night; please forgive me." As soon as the call connected, Aoyama Xiu Xin immediately expressed his apology in a most respectful tone before the Crown Prince could speak.

His attitude at the moment, however, was far from respectful, holding the fragrant big sister in his arms, while his other hand explored the source of life, his index finger moving rhythmically, advancing and retreating with measure.

Aoyama Haruko knew Aoyama Xiu Xin was on the phone with the Crown Prince, so she bit her red lip, forcing herself to even breathe lightly and slowly, her face flushed with the effort, her body trembling slightly, and her toes curling inward tightly.

Afraid to let the Crown Prince hear sounds he shouldn’t.

"Police Chief Aoyama, is it, have you found the mastermind behind the assassination attempt on me?" the Crown Prince asked calmly.

"Ah! Your Highness is wise." Aoyama Xiu Xin slapped on a flattery, then continued, "After investigation, the two assassins who attempted on you were from an organization called the Common Union. It has been confirmed that the Common Union orchestrated the attack, and I’ve organized a capture tonight."

"The people from the Common Union resisted with guns and have been killed. A large number of your old photos and some public travel plans were found at the scene, suggesting they were planning a second assassination."

"Idiots! Those bastards, why would they do such a thing!" The Crown Prince was furious, he hadn’t done anything wrong, why would they attempt on his life?

Aoyama Xiu Xin, while indulging himself, answered, "It’s just that they are failures themselves, harboring resentment towards society and the country, nothing more than a bunch of people who only know how to blame others. If they think the country is bad, they should contribute to building it up, not slander and destroy it!"

Just like him, he thought the country was not good, so he planned to tear everything down and rebuild it his own way, to learn from the strongest post-80s of the planet who had yet to ascend the throne, to play with the real city skyline.

The entire country was his personal playground.

"Xiu Xin speaks the truth, indeed, these guys are not worthy of pity! Thanks to you Xiu Xin for thwarting their second plot," the Crown Prince said viciously.

Aoyama Xiu Xin complimented, "It’s all thanks to your Highness’ good fortune and the mysterious guidance of Amaterasu that my operation tonight went so smoothly."

"You’re too modest, Xiu Xin. I’ll keep this in mind," the Crown Prince said gravely.

Aoyama Xiu Xin responded, "Ah!"

The next morning, the news that the Common Union, suspected of assassinating the Crown Prince, had been eradicated by the police, hit the press.

The citizens applauded; anyone who dared attempt on the noble and holy Crown Prince deserved to die!

Although the economy was declining and people’s lives were not easy, their loyalty to the royal family had not diminished.

It was touching.

Their loyalty deserved their suffering.

The indomitable Police Headquarters tiger, Heisei’s No.1 Detective Police Chief Aoyama, had thwarted the second assassination plot of the Common Union, defending the nation’s foundation, prestige +1.