Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 312 - 290: Lechers, Life is Hard Smuggling Weapons (Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 312: Chapter 290: Lechers, Life is Hard Smuggling Weapons (Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Aoyama Xiu Xin was unable to reach Nozaki Cangjian.

An hour later, Nozaki Cangjian called him back, suggesting they meet at their usual place.

The rooftop of the building, at noon, under the scorching sun.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin arrived, Nozaki Cangjian was already there. Instinctively, he raised his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the sunlight, "Why did you choose to meet here?"

"Do you not like meeting here?" Nozaki Cangjian turned around upon hearing the voice, his face not only innocent and puzzled but also drenched in sweat.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was too exasperated to comment, "I usually schedule for the morning or afternoon, not at high noon!"

As he spoke, overwhelmed by the heat, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

"Hey! Sorry!" Nozaki Cangjian bowed deeply as an apology, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Enough with the pleasantries, let’s get down to business. I couldn’t reach you earlier; did the Russians contact you?" Aoyama Xiu Xin fanned himself with his hand as he asked.

"Hey!" Nozaki Cangjian nodded, then added, "Sergey and his crew have used the money from a previous robbery to order goods coming by sea tonight, with a transaction at sea around midnight, asking me to arrange a local vessel."

"What’s the cargo?" Aoyama Xiu Xin inquired.

Nozaki Cangjian replied, "Guns, the first batch is likely thousands, they were soldiers before and still have connections in the military, conspiring with logistics units to sell off military factory-produced standard military firearms."

After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Russia was still in political disarray, with various places and forces all in chaos, so it was not unusual for insiders to traffic weapons.

Not just firearms, but even aircraft, tanks, cannons, and ships were sold under the guise of dealing with scrap.

The overwhelming chaos fostered life.

Aoyama Xiu Xin took in a sharp breath; these six Russians were planning to enter the arms trade in Japan.

With the economy already in poor shape and people under great stress, allowing so many firearms into the country would certainly lead to chaos, increasing the pressure on the police.

"I’ll have someone find a ship for you; we’ll collaborate inside and out to catch them all in one sweep tonight! Bring them to justice!"

"Hey!" Nozaki Cangjian responded solemnly.

"Wait for my call." After saying that, Aoyama Xiu Xin patted his shoulder, "Take care of yourself."

"Hey!" Nozaki Cangjian bowed deeply.

As Aoyama Xiu Xin turned to leave, he called Yoshikai Yoshitsune to arrange for a ship and reminded him to install a tracker on it. He also contacted Yagyu Tomon, as the capture operation tonight would definitely require cooperation from the Maritime Security Bureau.

Since the arms trade was scheduled for midnight, the internal gathering of the Internet Security Department tonight wouldn’t be delayed.

As Aoyama Xiu Xin rushed back to Police Headquarters to organize tonight’s capture operation, Yehua Yiren was also making moves.

The massive public relations team of Nozawa Financial Corporation was visiting various media organizations with full sincerity.

Those persuaded were left with tokens of gratitude.

Those unpersuadable faced the actions of the violent gang.

Many journalists, editors-in-chief, and other media personnel received death threats; either pig blood was splashed in their homes, their pets were killed, or their children were taken by strangers after school.

Using both incentives and threats, most media were either bought or forced to submit under the violent gang’s menace, agreeing not to attribute Beiyuan Yangtao’s death to Nozawa Financial Corporation.

Such actions by Nozawa Financial Corporation almost confirmed people’s suspicions that they were the ones behind the murder.

But Yehua Yiren could not afford to worry about that; without control, by tomorrow all news would point to Beiyuan Yangtao being murdered by Nozawa Financial Corporation.

By then, it would be too late to take any action.

Time swiftly moved to the evening, with Tokyo enveloped in neon lights, seemingly prosperous but a shadow of its past.

After 8 PM, at an upscale restaurant in Ginza.

In a large private room, Aoyama Xiu Xin gathered with members of the Internet Security Department, the table laden with food and drinks.

"Welcome everyone to join and help build the new department of the Internet Security Department. As the department head, I’ll drink a toast to everyone, hoping for a pleasant collaboration moving forward."

Aoyama Xiu Xin raised his glass as he addressed the group.

Everyone drank their glasses in unison.

Being a high-profile individual, and treating them to such an expensive dinner, everyone felt valued and honored, naturally enhancing their fondness and gratitude towards Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Gaining subordinates’ gratitude as a superior was easy, requiring only minor favoritism.

Out of the corner of his eye, Aoyama Xiu Xin glanced at Asakura Yurong.

She drank hastily, causing some liquor to dribble from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her pale neck into her collar, soaking her white shirt and revealing a hint of white lace underneath.

"This second toast is for Deputy Chief Kimura." Aoyama Xiu Xin diverted his gaze, filled up again, and addressing Kikumura Hazuma with a grave tone: "The future responsibilities of the Internet Security Department will heavily fall on you, Kimura-san. Please, drink this cup in full."

"As the Deputy Head of the Internet Security Department, that’s my duty," Kikumura Hazuma stood up and responded, looking around, "Without Police Chief Aoyama’s initiative to establish the Internet Security Department, we wouldn’t be gathered here today. I propose a toast in his honor, come on everyone."

"To the Police Chief!" "To the department head."

As drinks flowed and dishes passed, due to the heat, everyone shed their jackets, including Asakura Yurong, whose rounded forms beneath her white shirt swayed tantalizingly, making Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mouth go dry.

After drinking, her cheeks reddened and her gaze turned tipsy, she subconsciously licked the lingering taste of liquor from her lips, her big black-framed glasses hanging halfway down her nose, giving her an oblivious look that would fool anyone.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly heated. Midway through, Kikumura Hazuma received a call and left, saying that he needed to verify some supplies required by the Internet Security Department. It was Aoyama Xiu Xin who had arranged for someone from the General Affairs Department to fetch him.

He had noticed Kikumura Hazuma’s interest in Asakura Namie and also discovered that Kikumura Hazuma was already married. Damn, what a sleaze!

Being a good person, to save Kikumura Hazuma’s wife from emotional harm, Aoyama Xiu Xin could not allow him to win Asakura Yurong.

For that sake, he was willing to sacrifice himself.

Importantly, he saw through Kikumura Hazuma’s restive nature, sure that he would take advantage of his preoccupied state and firmly grasp control over the Internet Security Department.

If he was unwilling to settle for just being a nominal head of the Internet Security Department, conflict with him was inevitable. Thus, Aoyama Xiu Xin was even more determined not to let him succeed.

The atmosphere in the private room grew increasingly lively as Aoyama Xiu Xin urged everyone to drink, and no one dared refuse. Everyone was already drunk as he sat next to Asakura Yurong.

"Police... Chief," Asakura Yurong, who had been quiet and drank the least, thus was still relatively sober, felt very nervous as Aoyama Xiu Xin drew near.

"Police Chief Asakura, I heard from Police Chief Kimura that you are very skillful?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked as he moved closer to her, their bodies pressing together.

Asakura Yurong’s delicate body stiffened, too nervous even to breathe, and she responded in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s, "It’s okay."

Suddenly, her body trembled, she widened her beautiful eyes to glance at Aoyama Xiu Xin, and then quickly lowered her head, biting her red lips, too scared to speak.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s hand landed on her thigh.

Though separated by trousers, the warmth was clearly felt on her skin, causing her to tingle, feeling a mix of shame, anger, and nervousness.

"Chief... please, don’t do this, someone will see," she pleaded with a trembling voice.

Seeing her distressed appearance, Aoyama Xiu Xin knew he had the upper hand but he didn’t pursue his advantage further; instead, he withdrew his hand, his face apologetic: "Sorry, my hand slipped just now, Police Chief Asakura, you don’t think I’m some kind of pervert, do you?"

He wasn’t perverted, he was just gluttonous, craving to feast on the rich abalone, to chew slowly and savor it.

"No... it’s nothing." Asakura Yurong instantly sighed in relief. Naïvely believing Aoyama Xiu Xin’s words, she thought she had misunderstood him and even felt embarrassed, "I’m sorry Chief, I..."

"It’s alright, it’s only human nature, I won’t take it to heart," Aoyama Xiu Xin said generously patting her shoulder, but he would take it to your core.

"Hey!" Asakura Yurong was immensely grateful, feeling that Aoyama Xiu Xin was easy to talk to, devoid of any leader’s or celebrity’s airs, which significantly eased her mind.

Dealing with someone simple and flawed like Asakura Yurong was something a sly old fox like Aoyama Xiu Xin found easy, and in just a few words, he had lowered her guard and caution, swiftly bridging the gap in their relationship.

Around nine o’clock, he left first.

"Everyone continue drinking, I have a capture operation tonight, so I will leave first, farewell."

"Hey! Chief, take care!"

Everyone stood up and bowed to see him off.

Asakura Yurong felt somewhat reluctant to see him go; after all, she wasn’t familiar with the others, and just when she had gotten to know Aoyama Xiu Xin, he had to leave, which made her feel nervous and embarrassed, as if she had been left isolated without support.

But to her surprise, after Aoyama Xiu Xin left, her other colleagues actively engaged her in conversation, their attitude warm and friendly, which made her relax again.

She felt that the atmosphere in the new department was really nice, with leaders who were approachable and colleagues who were friendly and sincere, and her immediate superior was also a mentor who had always cared for her.

She really loved her new department.

.........—

At midnight, under the luminescence of a full moon, the vast sea seemed endless, the waves surging.

Far from the mainland of Japan, a medium-sized fishing boat gently rocked with the waves.

On the deck, the figures were tall and large, blond and blue-eyed Russians, who, though dressed in casual clothes, carried themselves with a military air.

Life wasn’t easy; these Russian soldiers were dealing in arms trafficking.

"Sergey, why haven’t they arrived yet?"

A pot-bellied middle-aged man frowned.

"Ah, Captain, here they come," said a young man next to him, holding binoculars.

"Let me see." The pot-bellied middle-aged man snatched the binoculars to look into the dark seascape, and indeed, saw lights approaching.

Instantly exhilarated, he exclaimed, "Guys, hurry and bring out the goods, it’s time to get paid!"

Cheers erupted as they moved boxes filled with various firearms onto the deck.

The light source approached them, and soon, they could see without binoculars—it was also a fishing boat.

The opposite side flashed their lights three times.

They flashed back three times in response.

"It’s Sergey and his crew, bring the boat over!"

The pot-bellied middle-aged captain commanded.

As the boats met, Sergey leaped onto the opposing vessel and embraced the stout captain.

"Hey! Hans, long time no see!"

"Long-time no see, Sergey, looks like you’ve been making good money in Japan, you enviable guy," said Hans, the chubby captain, patting Sergey on the back.

Sergey released him and handed over a cigarette, "It’s us who are going to make good money together."

"Hahaha, you’re right, thanks for looking out," Hans caught the cigarette, laughing, then turned to point at the boxes on deck, "Shall we check the goods?"

"Of course, can’t break the rules, can we?"

Sergey shrugged and waved, and one of his young lackeys stepped forward to check the weapons.

Another lackey passed over the money.

Hans’s side naturally had someone come up to check the cash.

Suddenly, Hans noticed Nozaki Cangjian behind Sergey, "Sergey, who is this?"

His hand had already reached his waist.

"He’s my partner in Japan; we need someone like him," Sergey hugged Nozaki Cangjian’s shoulder reassuringly, "Don’t be so tense, my friend, he’s trustworthy. The first time I met him, he was leading a cash-in-transit heist."

Nozaki Cangjian bowed to Hans.

"That’s just fine then," Hans, reassured by these words, lit his cigarette and savored it contentedly.

After all, someone who participated in robberies might be a police undercover, but someone who led and organized the robberies could never be an undercover cop!