Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 316 - 293: Encounter a Speaker, Recruit Help, Capture a Criminal

Chapter 316: Chapter 293: Encounter a Speaker, Recruit Help, Capture a Criminal

On his way back to the Police Headquarters from Yanchuan Xianyou’s place, Aoyama Xiu Xin happened to come across Shimura Ao’s speech.

He pulled over and listened for a while.

He was directly amused by this idiot’s audacity.

That old lamp had previously criticized the police for their inaction when the Agricultural and Forestry Bank’s cash transport was robbed, and now that there had been progress in the case, he shamelessly claimed that it was the result of his supervision, urging, and prodding.

At the same time, he began attacking Nozawa Financial Corporation for the suspected murder of Beiyuan Yangtao, saying that this was another example of police and government inaction, and he was simply using hot-button issues to criticize the government and garner public support.

After all, with the economy on the downturn, many citizens harbored resentment towards the government, and at such times, Shimura Ao rose to attack the government and large corporations, assuming the stance of speaking boldly for the people’s sake.

Naturally, this would earn him the favorable opinion of the citizens.

The citizens would then hope that by their own power they could elevate Shimura Ao to the political stage, where he would speak for their interests and advocate for better policies on their behalf.

Although they had already experienced time and again the betrayal of politicians who ignored their campaign promises upon taking office.

But they still could only try to believe in the next one.

What else could they do?

After all, the constitution stipulated that this was the only way they could exercise their civic rights.

No one dared break the rules, nor could anyone break the rules; they could only play within the boundaries set by politicians, who designed these rules to benefit themselves, not the common people.

So they could only keep repeating the process of believing in new politicians and then becoming disappointed again.

In this cycle, one politician after another gained what they wanted by deceiving public trust, while the citizens never quite reached the outcomes they hoped for, yet they could only pin their hopes on this system.

"Day one, he attacks Nozawa Finance in the newspapers, and by the next evening, he’s killed in his own home. Who’s the suspect? Everyone knows! So why haven’t the police investigated Nozawa Finance? What are they wary of?"

"If speaking out with integrity means risking fatal consequences, then perhaps my life is also in immediate danger. I’m not afraid of death, never have been! But I truly fear that after I die, the police won’t even bother to investigate the suspect!"

"The police are maintained by the taxes paid by the citizens. If they do not work for the people, and cannot protect the safety of the citizens’ lives and property, what use are they? It would be better to cut the police force, reduce the police budget, and invest the limited funds into improving public welfare and facilities!"

Shimura Ao’s speech eventually circled back to his political slogan of slashing the Police Headquarters’ budget, since he needed to emphasize it continuously.

"Exactly! The economy is down, we can’t find work, so why should the police still get such good treatment? They can’t get anything done. Only a few elites are needed, the rest should be laid off!"

"That’s right, they just leech off the national system without doing any real work!"

"Strongly support the reduction of the Police Headquarters’ budget..."

The crowd listening to his speech was already fond of his rhetoric, so they all excitedly expressed their support.

"Idiots."

Aoyama Xiu Xin muttered about those supporting Shimura Ao and drove off with a press of the accelerator.

Shimura Ao might gain their support and secure his desired political position by shouting slogans about reducing the Police Headquarters’ budget, but what would these citizens truly gain if the budget was cut?

Did they really think that the saved money would be invested in them? It would still end up in the pockets of corrupt officials.

Moreover, with welfare and benefits reduced, the police would surely grumble, and they would, by all means, find ways to fleece the ordinary people to sustain themselves. This behavior, which is now covert, would inevitably become brazen.

With the rise and fall between legality and illegality, an insufficiency in police force would mean more rampant crime, and in the end, the ones who called for the police force cuts—the citizens themselves—would be the ones to suffer.

But Shimura Ao truly was detestable; that old lamp had better pray never to reach the day when he needed to call the police.

Otherwise, he’d have a tough time, surely being made to experience the feeling of an understaffed police force.

Just as Aoyama Xiu Xin arrived back at the Police Headquarters and hadn’t even warmed his seat, someone knocked on his door.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Come in."

Nakamura Shinichi pushed the door open, turned to close it, and approached, saying, "Chief, some good news! The hairs found at Beiyuan Yangtao’s home have been tested, and they belong to one Qingshui Yong—a man who was previously incarcerated several times for theft, assault, and other crimes and was registered in the national DNA database."

Currently, not all citizens’ DNA or fingerprints were recorded in the database—it was only the criminals’ DNA and fingerprints recorded for ease in such situations, so that if they re-offended after release, their identity could be directly established through forensic evidence such as hair left at the crime scene.

"Oh?" Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Have you arranged for someone to find him?"

No matter who the mastermind was, as long as they could catch the murderer of Beiyuan Yangtao, they could at least clear Nozawa Financial Corporation from the scandal.

Then they could wait for the chance to take ruthless revenge!

"It’s taken care of. Qingshui Yong grew up in an orphanage, and according to his previous records, he has deep affection for the orphanage. I’ve sent someone to ask the head of the orphanage for his address," Nakamura Shinichi answered calmly.

"Great job! Make sure you hold him!" Aoyama Xiu Xin ordered in a stern tone.

Nakamura Shinichi dutifully responded, "Yes, sir!"

...

Meanwhile, the Yamakawa Family was busy with their own matters.

Jingchuan Qingsong, the Chief Editor of the Daily News, had been in a foul mood recently. He had finally laid his eyes on a woman, but she had been ungratefully defiant, not only refusing to submit to him but also unceremoniously humiliating him.

Who was he to have had wine thrown on him?

But today, he finally got to vent some anger.

"Hmph!"

He shook the newspaper in his hand—the Daily News—glancing at the report about the possibly revenge-fueled death of Beiyuan Yangtao, and Jingchuan Qingsong sneered coldly.

The Nozawa Bitch must be in a state of panic now, right?

If only she had given in to him that night.

Then all these subsequent troubles wouldn’t have happened.

Women, always so emotional, not rational enough. Now it’s time to pay the price for impulsiveness.

As for whether Beiyuan Yangtao was actually killed by Nozawa Financial Corporation, he didn’t think so. After all, he believed Nozawa Yiren wouldn’t be foolish to that extent.

"Chief Editor... I... I did my best."

The female reporter working non-stop below raised her head, rubbing her sore cheeks, and gave a helpless, pitiable look towards Jingchuan Qingsong.

She had tried all sorts of methods—flirting, playing instruments, singing.

But this caterpillar showed no reaction at all.

"Idiot! Bastard! Are you mocking me, huh?" Jingchuan Qingsong, not sure if it was the look in the other’s eyes that stung him, kicked her off the bed with one swift foot, his face twisted with fury as he said, "Why do I feel nothing for you, not getting hard? Is it because you’re not pretty enough, your body isn’t good enough, your technique isn’t skilled enough? You should reflect on yourself!"

After all, it definitely wasn’t his own problem.

"Please! Please! Please!" The woman scrambled to her knees, bowing her head repeatedly in apology, appearing very submissive.

For a fresh intern reporter like her, a single word from him could secure her a permanent position; similarly, a single word could also make her lose her footing in the industry.

Jingchuan Qingsong commanded, "Climb back up and continue."

Obediently, the woman climbed back onto the bed and buried her head again, toiling away in the hopes of being made permanent.

"Bang!"

Just then, the door was violently kicked open.

Several robust men entered one by one.

"Ah!" The woman let out a startled cry.

"Idiot! Who are you people? Who let you in?" Jingchuan Qingsong was startled too, but tried to maintain a stern front as he demanded to know.

Attempting to use that manner to intimidate the intruders.

"Good afternoon, Chief Editor Ikuta," the young man in the lead bowed politely, then lifted his head with a calm tone and said, "Someone wants to meet you, but don’t rush; finish up your fun, please continue."

He then gestured with his hand politely for Jingchuan Qingsong to proceed.

At that moment, the woman had already hidden under the covers, only her eyes peering out, filled with terror and unease.

"Bastards! Get out! All of you, get out!"

Jingchuan Qingsong roared hysterically.

"If you’re not going to play, then let’s go right away."

As the lead young man’s words ended, a muscular man stepped forward, and amidst the woman’s screams, he grabbed her hair and yanked her aside, then leapt onto the bed, planting a foot between Jingchuan Qingsong’s legs.

Pressing down hard with the sole of his leather shoe.

"Ahhhh!"

Jingchuan Qingsong twisted his aged face in pain, the newspaper falling from his hands as he cried out in agony.

If a woman in leather shoes were stepping on him, he might have been excited, but unfortunately, it was a man now.

"Stop it! Stop! I’ll go with you!"

Jingchuan Qingsong cried out in excruciating pain.

Scenes similar to this played out in the offices of several newspaper chief editors, all being politely or roughly ’invited’ out, anxiously awaiting their unknown fates.

Meanwhile, Qingshui Yong was living it up lately.

With the newfound wealth, he had essentially become Qingshui Jian, indulging relentlessly in various places around Tokyo.

At the moment, he lay under a completely naked beauty, himself lying flat and staring blankly at the ceiling whilst reminiscing about that night’s events.

That evening, after intimidating Cang Jindie, he had planned to find some money for a couple of drinks to drown his sorrows.

Passing by Beiyuan Yangtao’s place, he saw that the door wasn’t closed. He had enjoyed stealing since he was a child, so, seeing no one around, he sneaked in.

Hoping to grab some money to splash around.

Upon entering the living room, he discovered a person lying unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a lot of money.

Without pausing to question the situation, he eagerly began gathering the cash, but midway, the person on the floor suddenly woke up and mentioned calling the police.

Thinking that they wanted to report him to the authorities, Qingshui Yong panicked and instinctively pulled out the dagger he carried and started stabbing intensely, over a dozen times.

Then he fled the scene with the money.

Only the next day did he learn that the man he killed was a reporter. Fearful, but inexperienced and with no idea how to run, while also clinging to a slim hope that maybe the police wouldn’t trace it back to him.

"Huff—"

He exhales slowly, and in his post-clarity moment suddenly feels that indulging in pleasures and lechery is pointless.

With so much money now in his hands, should he not consider giving something back to the orphanage to improve its facilities?

After all, that was where he grew up.

The matron had always been kind to him.

Deciding to act on the thought, Qingshui Yong pushed the woman aside and got dressed, prepared to go home and get some hidden cash to donate to the orphanage.

But as soon as he approached the doorway of his house, he abruptly stopped, sensing something amiss—the leaf he learned to place in the door crack from a movie scene had fallen to the ground.

Someone was lying in ambush inside his home.

Qingshui Yong immediately broke out in cold sweat.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and ran.

"Catch him!"

"Police! Don’t move! Run again and we’ll shoot!"

From the neighboring houses, several undercover officers sprang out to pursue him, calling out loudly.

Qingshui Yong ignored them and kept running.

Because he knew the police wouldn’t shoot so easily.

"Bang!"

And then, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

Qingshui Yong’s legs went weak, and he instinctively crouched down with his head in his hands, but in reality, the shot was just a warning by the police, not aimed directly at him.

Two nearby officers quickly pounced on him, pinning him down so he couldn’t move.

"Speak! What’s your name?" one of the officers kneeling on his neck demanded loudly.

"Qingshui... Qingshui Yong."

"Identity confirmed, take him away!"