Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 321 - 297: Suspected Bait, Deception Inside and Out, CIA Invitation

Chapter 321: Chapter 297: Suspected Bait, Deception Inside and Out, CIA Invitation

North Shinjuku Nishinomiya, Shuangfu Car Wash.

At the moment, a black Honda sedan with silver door handles is parked in one of the washing bays. The car has been modified in many subtle ways, such as the headlights and wheel hubs, and a spoiler has been added to the tail.

The employees had been instructed by the boss to deliberately take their time with this particular car, dragging out the process.

The car owner was sitting in the lounge smoking, a muscular young man in his thirties with a crew-cut. He seemed a bit anxious, occasionally coming out to check if the car was done, then always returning to the lounge with a frown of disappointment.

By the fourth time he came out to check, he couldn’t hold back anymore. "You idiots! How much longer will it take at this rate?"

He’d never seen such a slow car wash.

This work efficiency, and they still hadn’t gone out of business!

"Almost done, almost done. Please, have a seat, I’ll go hurry them up," replied the boss from China, proficient in Japanese. Then he turned back and yelled at his workers in Chinese: "Damn it! Are you treating these Japanese like fools? Slacking off is fine but don’t make it so obvious! The trick is to look busy while doing nothing, be careful!"

"Got it, boss. We’ll do it your way from now on. Thanks for the tip."

"That’s right, no wonder we always get caught slacking off. We just hadn’t found the right way to do it."

The two car wash employees responded with cheeky grins.

"You worthless kids!" The boss cursed under his breath.

Just then, the subordinate arranged by Nakamura Shinichi to follow arrived, parking a white Toyota by the roadside and honking the horn twice, as agreed.

"Beep—beep—"

"Alright, hurry up and finish up for that punk," the car wash boss told his employees.

Three to five minutes later, the car was washed, and the muscular young man, with a dark expression, paid and drove away.

The white Toyota on the side of the road followed.

There were two people inside the car.

One was driving, and the other was taking photos.

Thanks to the efficiency of the official machinery in full swing, by that afternoon, the information of the silver-handled Honda’s owner and the muscular young man who went to wash the car had reached Aoyama Xiu Xin.

They weren’t the same person.

"Police Chief, the registered owner of the Honda is a man named Tanaka Moyu. He’s an underground boxer, and the last time the neighbors saw him was three days ago. He is currently missing."

"The muscular young man who took the car to the car wash is called Imperial Guard Shinichi. He’s unemployed, his source of income is unclear, but he doesn’t seem to be short of money."

Nakamura Shinichi reported to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Could it be that Tanaka Moyu was silenced by Imperial Guard Shinichi?" Aoyama Xiu Xin speculated with a frown.

But he immediately dismissed the thought.

If Tanaka Moyu was indeed the person in the Honda that night and now missing because someone silenced him, it would mean that the mastermind behind the scene felt the Honda seen by Qingshui Yong might be exposed.

And why would they just kill the person and not the car?

Also, if Tanaka Moyu had seen Qingshui Yong commit murder that night, why not just kill him afterward? That way, the police wouldn’t be able to catch the real murderer behind Beiyuan Yangtao’s death, and the mastermind could continue framing Nozawa Financial Corporation.

Instead of letting the police catch Qingshui Yong directly and easily clear Nozawa Financial Corporation of the suspicion of killing Beiyuan Yangtao out of revenge.

There were too many things he couldn’t understand.

"Could we have mistaken the car?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin proposed another possibility.

"That’s unlikely. I showed the photo to Qingshui Yong, and he’s certain that the car he saw that night was this one," Nakamura Shinichi replied.

Aoyama Xiu Xin felt bewildered but then let out a breath, "Regardless, since we’ve established that there’s something off about Imperial Guard Shinichi, let’s keep tabs on him."

Now the tables had turned. They were no longer on the defensive, and with the initiative in his hands, there was no rush to produce immediate results.

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi answered and then expressed his concern, "Police Chief, there’s something strange about this case which is why I’m worried that Imperial Guard Shinichi might just be a decoy someone has set up to lead us on."

"We don’t have any other leads to follow. Bait or not, we’ll have to bite. How else can we see who’s fishing if we don’t draw them out? Just keep our eyes open, and if the fish is big enough, it can pull the fisherman under," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi responded again, then complimented, "Your words, Police Chief, are enlightening."

After sending Nakamura Shinichi away, Aoyama Xiu Xin stopped pondering the matter, deciding to relax. Scientific research had proven that looking at beautiful women could help ease one’s mood.

He stepped out and headed to the office of the Internet Security Department.

The Internet Security Department was newly established with few staff members, consisting of only three divisions responsible for network monitoring, analysis, and tracking. Apart from the Deputy Director and three division chiefs, the rest of the staff worked together in a large common office.

A glance across the room showed men and women all wearing glasses.

"Hello, Police Chief!"

Upon his arrival, everyone stood up.

"Just keep busy, I’m just taking a look around." Aoyama Xiu Xin gestured them to sit back down, walked around the office once—today’s computer screens gave him a headache—and headed straight for Asakura Yurong’s office.

She was the Chief of the first division of the Internet Security Department.

"Knock, knock, knock." He knocked on the door.

"Please come in, the door isn’t locked," the feeble voice of Asakura Yurong came through, lacking any intimidating authority of a leader.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pushed the door open.

"Ah! Police Chief! What brings you here?"

Asakura Yurong quickly stood up to salute, her chest rising and falling tumultuously as she stood up, nearly losing her balance. She staggered forward and back before steadying herself, awkwardly adjusting her glasses with her hand.

"Don’t be so formal," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he closed the door behind him and took a seat on the couch, smiling amiably. "How are you doing, are you getting used to the work?"

"Hi!" Asakura Yurong bowed and took a teacup to make tea for Aoyama Xiu Xin. As she bent over, the rounded curves underneath her slacks were particularly noticeable. It seemed she didn’t like wearing skirts, but her figure was good enough that no matter what she wore, her curves couldn’t be concealed, which had a charm of their own.

After making the tea, she carried it over to Aoyama Xiu Xin. She wasn’t wearing her jacket, just a white blouse that swayed as she moved. Her fringe almost covered her eyes, and the round black-framed glasses made her look rather silly.

"Police Chief, please have some tea."

As she leaned over to offer the tea with both hands, a glimpse of the pale lace trimming on her neckline caught Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eye, delighting him greatly.

Indeed, admiring a beauty does wonders for one’s health and spirits.

"Thanks, Asakura Police Chief, keep up with your work. I’ll just take a look," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a smile.

"Hi!" Asakura Yurong replied with a well-mannered bow before returning to her desk and sitting in front of the computer. However, she found it hard to focus, sneakily glancing at Aoyama Xiu Xin now and then, praying he would leave soon.

After all, she was socially anxious—if Aoyama Xiu Xin fell silent, so would she, and the awkwardness was unbearable.

Aoyama Xiu Xin put down his teacup and stood up behind Asakura Yurong, leaning over to ask, "What is this?"

His face was almost touching hers.

"This... this is the most popular BBS in Japan at the moment." As Asakura Yurong felt his breath on her ear, her body stiffened, her cheeks gradually reddened, and her voice trembled as she answered.

"Interesting," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, then added, "Impressive, Asakura Police Chief, could you teach me how to use the computer? I’m not very familiar with this."

"Hi! Of course!" Asakura Yurong finally found an opportunity to stand up and escape that indescribable feeling. "Police Chief, please sit down at the computer."

But soon she regretted it. Aoyama Xiu Xin complained that her standing beside him to instruct was inconvenient, "It seems I’m a bit of a slow learner, I’m not catching on. Why don’t you sit on my lap and guide my hand to teach me?"

The audacity was almost slapping her in the face.

"Ah!" Asakura Yurong was flustered and blushing, "This... this is too much, it’s a breach of decorum. No... no, it can’t be done."

"It’s okay; I’m doing this to grasp new things quickly, so as not to fall behind the times. Please, I must ask you, Asakura Police Chief, to teach me the basics," Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke with earnest sincerity.

Asakura Yurong pursed her lips, which were naturally pink even without lipstick. Police Chief Aoyama only wanted to learn to use the computer, after all—what ill intentions could he have?

"If that’s the case... Hi!" She bowed, cautiously sitting on Aoyama Xiu Xin’s knees, not daring to fully settle.

But Aoyama Xiu Xin wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace, "Please sit tight, Asakura Police Chief."

She was completely sitting in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arms.

Asakura Yurong’s face was flushed like sunset, her heart pounding as if it would leap from her throat. She barely dared to breathe too loudly.

"Asakura Police Chief, what is this key?"

"Asakura Police Chief..."

Aoyama Xiu Xin was eager to learn, not ashamed to ask questions.

Initially, Asakura Yurong could hazily answer his queries, but soon she became transfixed under his subtle caresses, her body melting into a puddle, her eyes glazed and her mind unclear.

"Asakura Police Chief is acting a bit strange."

Aoyama Xiu Xin held her waist to keep her from falling, his tone teasing.

Asakura Yurong was simultaneously excited, stimulated, and ashamed to the point of wishing she could disappear. She kept her head down and silent, well aware that Aoyama Xiu Xin was deliberately taking advantage of her.

"Police Chief Aoyama... please don’t do this."

She mustered the courage to whisper softly. She hadn’t expected Police Chief Aoyama, who looked so proper on the surface and so well-groomed, to be flirtatious with female subordinates behind the scenes.

However, this contrast also excited her.

"My apologies, I was rude."

Aoyama Xiu Xin pushed her away and stood up to apologize.

Asakura Yurong, having been stirred up emotionally, found herself unexpectedly disappointed, feeling somewhat empty. Her mind raced in confusion and after a moment of dazed silence, she stumbled out a reply, "It’s... it’s no problem."

"Then you keep up the good work, Asakura Police Chief. I’ll take my leave," Aoyama Xiu Xin said before turning to leave.

He was planning to find Asai Ayumi for a release, having been worked up by Asakura Yurong only to resolve it with Asai Ayumi— how bullheaded was that?

"Clang!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin closed the door and left.

Sure enough, she was a repressed ’otaku girl’—full of fantasies, yet too afraid to take action, even conservatively dressed so as not to be too noticeable. Interesting.

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!"

His mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Moshi moshi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin," Aoyama Xiu Xin answered the call as he walked toward the elevator.

"Police Chief Aoyama, this is Richard. Are you free for a drink tonight? I have something that might interest you," said the voice from the other end, the CIA’s Japan team leader, who hadn’t been in touch with Aoyama Xiu Xin for a while.

Aoyama Xiu Xin readily agreed.

"Ha ha, of course, but it’s my treat."

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