Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 322 - 298: The Deal, The Supreme Prosecutorial Office’s Secret Investigation (Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 322: Chapter 298: The Deal, The Supreme Prosecutorial Office’s Secret Investigation (Requesting Monthly Pass)

At night, Tokyo was ablaze with lights.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked into a bar in Ginza, his agile figure weaving through the busy, noisy crowd, until he spotted Richard and Annie drinking at the bar.

Richard was dressed in casual grey attire, appearing completely relaxed, like an American on vacation – who would have guessed he was a seasoned spy.

Annie’s golden hair was tied into a ponytail that swayed behind her head, and she wore a white tank top with denim shorts, showing off her striking figure to full effect.

Aoyama Xiu Xin noticed something—the CIA’s team in Japan must consist of more than just two people, but wherever Richard went, he always seemed to bring Annie along, and he had even let slip that Annie had connections higher up, the sort who came from an impressive background.

Perhaps Annie would take over his work in Japan after Richard was reassigned; such was his speculation.

That made it all the more important to get on good terms with Annie.

After all, this chick didn’t seem too fond of him.

Annie was the first to notice Aoyama Xiu Xin, she said something to Richard, who then turned his head, smiled, and waved him over.

"Hi, Mr. Richard, long time no see."

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled and approached.

"Indeed, it’s been a long time, Police Chief Aoyama."

The two men embraced briefly before parting, and then Aoyama Xiu Xin extended his hands to Annie, "And what about Miss Annie?"

Annie rolled her eyes and continued to drink her colorful cocktail, ignoring him.

"Mr. Aoyama, Annie doesn’t like sleazebags like you," Richard teased with schadenfreude.

Without the slightest embarrassment, Aoyama Xiu Xin lowered his hands and shrugged, "That’s defamation. I’m not a sleazebag. I just have more love to give than the average person."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a seat between them and snapped his fingers at the bartender, "A whiskey."

"Hi, sir, please wait a moment," the bartender bowed slightly and went over to prepare the flamboyant cocktail.

"More love to give? I’d say you’re just more ’excitable’ than the average person," Annie quipped sardonically.

She was a Christian, forbidden from premarital sex.

To her, Aoyama Xiu Xin was the kind of philandering worm she despised, sowing seeds with different women before marriage.

Of course, going through the back door didn’t count as breaking the rules.

That’s why priests liked cute little boys.

Why did priests have to exorcise the demons possessing little boys? Because they wanted to go in.

"Miss Annie is biased against me; I feel bad for you. You’re missing out on the opportunity to get to know a good man like me," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a shake of his head, a look of regret on his face. He clinked glasses with Richard who had just lifted his drink, "Mr. Richard, you’ve contacted me out of the blue, I wonder what you need from me?"

After speaking, he sipped his whiskey lightly.

"It’s not so much about asking for a favor, but more about helping each other out," Richard replied as he took a sip of his drink and swirled the glass nonchalantly, "I know what you’ve been up to lately, Mr. Aoyama, and I also know where Ishii Shou is."

"Oh?" Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes lit up immediately.

Judging by what Richard was saying, Ishii Shou was still alive.

The discovery of Imperial Guard Shinichi during the day was uncertain whether it was bait released behind the scenes, but Ishii Shou definitely wasn’t. Finding Ishii Shou could confirm the identity of the mastermind behind the curtain.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t even know whom to target for a counterattack.

That feeling was undoubtedly frustrating.

"I’m very interested in this information, Mr. Richard. In the spirit of fair exchange, I wonder what you would like to obtain from me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin put down his glass and asked seriously.

Richard smiled slightly, placed his glass on the bar counter signaling for a refill, leaned towards Aoyama Xiu Xin, and whispered, "There were active Russian military personnel involved in the recent arms smuggling case, right? I want something from your hands that can prove their identities."

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s expression changed dramatically at those words.

"Oh, no need to be nervous, my friend." Richard retreated a bit, raised his hands, and explained, knowing he had been misunderstood, "I don’t mean to say I have an inside track on you; I just know you solve cases by using undercover agents, and such agents typically carry tracking devices and recording equipment the whole time. However, your submitted evidence didn’t include any recordings. Damaged along the way? I don’t believe it."

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s expression gradually relaxed.

"Mr. Aoyama, you’re someone who always prioritizes his personal interests, aren’t you? Keeping the recording is for the day when it can be useful, right? Now’s the time, isn’t it? Just give me the recording. Apart from Ishii Shou’s whereabouts, I can give you a piece of intelligence for free." Judging by Aoyama Xiu Xin’s reaction, Richard could ascertain that the undercover’s recording device was truly in his hands.

He couldn’t help but feel excited; if he could get his hands on that recording and bring it back to headquarters, that would be a significant accomplishment.

"You got one thing wrong," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a small smile, "I don’t place my personal interests first, I put the interests of the United States first – after all, that’s my spiritual homeland."

Richard was right – he kept the recording for the day it could be put to use, and now was that time; to give it to the Americans, to gain their trust and support, and to get the information he wanted.

As to what the Americans would do to the Russians with the recording, that was none of his concern.

He could betray his current homeland, Japan –

And all the less so for Russia, to which he had no connection.

With the soul of a Chinese man, apart from not wanting to harm his real homeland, Huaxia Land, the interests of other countries could not compare to his personal interests.

Including the United States, which he was now fawning over, he had no real affection; he was like a gold-digger, purely in it for the money, waiting for the day he would rise to power, to give the United States a taste of what it’s like to be unable to get rid of an unwanted tail.

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