Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 371 - 334: A Shot to Kill! Only by Sharing Risks Can We Share the Limelight (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 371: Chapter 334: A Shot to Kill! Only by Sharing Risks Can We Share the Limelight (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

"Back off! Everyone, back off!" Chi Ben Xinzhang stepped back while waving his hand for the others to retreat as if facing a great enemy, and he said to Zutada Yu, "Keep the hand holding the remote control steady! The car will be brought to you right away!"

At this moment, if the bomb exploded, the surrounding police would suffer heavy casualties, so they really had to back away.

"Quick! Faster! Don’t even think about trying any tricks on me!" Zutada Yu’s voice was hoarse and strained.

Just then, the hostage Asai Ling being used as a human shield by him raised her head to glance up, then she quickly squatted down, tilting her head to the side.

Zutada Yu’s forehead was suddenly exposed.

"Bang!"

And in that instant, the gunshot rang out.

The bullet from the high-caliber sniper rifle sliced through the air in an instant, piercing Zutada Yu’s forehead, spraying a burst of crimson blood and white brain matter, knocking his body off balance, and he fell backward out of control.

At the same time, Asai Ling turned around and grabbed his right hand holding the remote control, wresting the remote control away to prevent it from hitting the ground and triggering the switch.

"Thump!"

Zutada Yu’s corpse heavily crashed to the ground.

His face still bore the urgent and panicky expression from just before his death, his eyes wide open in death.

The scene went completely silent, so quiet that only breathing could be heard.

Then a cheer erupted like a tidal wave.

"He’s dead! Zutada Yu has been killed!"

"Ahhh! Police Chief Aoyama succeeded!"

Everyone cheered and clapped, and the reporters outside the police line were so excited they stamped their feet.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin, holding a gun, came over.

Reporters swarmed towards him, surrounding him so tightly that he couldn’t move, and the questions came one after another.

"Police Chief Aoyama, were you certain and confident right from the start that you could shoot and kill the suspect? Did you and Police Chief Asai work out the timing together beforehand?"

"Can you tell us about the case involving the suspect who was killed? He was wrapped in explosives; does this relate to the street bombing a few days ago?"

"Tell us about your feelings when you fired the shot..."

"Quiet, please! Everyone, settle down!" Aoyama Xiu Xin shouted loudly with his gun slung on his shoulder, raising his hand. After the noise had somewhat subsided, he began to answer, "I indeed had confidence right from the start. I wouldn’t have selected this approach if I weren’t entirely sure!"

"As for the cooperation with Police Chief Asai, it wasn’t arranged in advance. Given the rapidly changing crisis, we had to act on the fly. She is my fiancée, and that probably comes from a tacit understanding developed in our personal life. The moment she looked up, I knew it was time."

Wow!

The reporters were taken aback since many people outside of Police Headquarters were not aware of his relationship with Asai Ling.

"You’re saying Police Chief Asai is your fiancée? Then aren’t you worried about letting her do something so dangerous when you are her fiancé?" a reporter quickly asked.

"As I said before, I’m confident in my marksmanship," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied with a serious expression, then added righteously, "Besides, it wasn’t me who asked her to do this; she volunteered because she trusts me and because she’s a police officer, a servant of justice!"

"Furthermore, if I’m afraid to let my own fiancée take risks, how can I ask my subordinates, who are someone else’s fiancées or fiancés, to do so? When faced with police business, there are no private affairs, just a public spirit. We both have long been prepared to lay down our lives in the line of duty!"

His words were righteous and dignified, and crucially, everyone believed them because they had just witnessed the exemplary courage of him and Asai Ling.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap!"

Thunderous applause erupted at the scene.

"Regarding the case the suspect was involved in, our intelligence indicates that the bomb used in the street explosion a few days ago was manufactured and supplied free of charge by him," Aoyama Xiu Xin answered the next question.

At that moment, Chi Ben Xinzhang, who had gathered some new information, loudly reported, "Police Chief! Six frozen corpses have been found in Zutada Yu’s workshop, his former six tenants."

Hearing this, the reporters gasped in shock. Killing six people was already a major murder case.

No one could have imagined that this disheveled, obese and bloated man could be so vile and monstrous.

"It seems he’s now also suspected of murder," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, taking a deep breath, "Let’s end the interview here for now. Police will issue a notice with the specifics of the case. We welcome everyone to follow up for further information."

Due to his recent coolness, the reporters gave him face and voluntarily cleared a path for him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin returned the gun to the young sniper, saying with a smile, "Thanks for your gun."

"Police Chief, it’s an honor! And it’s her honor!" the young sniper replied loudly, excitedly hugging his sniper rifle.

Aoyama Xiu Xin patted his shoulder, then gave Asai Ling a hug before heading inside the building, while Asai Ling directed subordinates to dismantle the bomb strapped to Zutada Yu.

The couple, having just faced a life and death emergency, showed a romance different from the mundane, placing duty before personal affection—this notion impressed the reporters and earned heartfelt admiration and blessings.

...

That afternoon, Police Headquarters held a press conference to announce the series of crimes committed by Zutada Yu, with emergency news reports following on TV stations that evening.

Especially the report highlighted the empathy and sense of responsibility exhibited by police couple Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ling.

The death of Zutada Yu had no impact on Nozaki Cangjian’s new gang, as they had no idea that their bombs had been made by Zutada Yu.

Nor did they suspect they might be exposed.

Ever since Nozaki Cangjian had proposed the kidnapping of Dongye Gen, they had been collecting information on him, following him, and determining his daily commuting patterns.

It was while the public was preoccupied with the heated discussions of Zutada Yu’s ruthlessness and insanity, as well as the romantic relationship of Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ling this evening, that Nozaki Cangjian’s gang decided to kidnap Dongye Gen early the next morning.

According to their surveillance, Dongye Gen led a very regular life, arriving at the company punctually every morning.

The mansion of Dongye Xuan was located in a quiet area, far from the bustling crowds, and the path from his house to the company passed through a sparsely populated road, which was ideal for them to make their move.

They were planning to extort one hundred million US Dollars, recycling wealth concentrated in the hands of the rich back into the social flow to stimulate economic progress.

That evening, Nozaki Cangjian called Aoyama Xiu Xin to inform him of this news, to which Aoyama Xiu Xin expressed strong support, wishing them smooth execution and a triumphant start.

After hanging up the phone, he looked across the table at Asai Ayumi and gave a helpless smile, saying, "Work stuff."

Asai Ayumi’s actions during the day had moved and impressed him, so naturally, the evening called for intimacy—a reservation at a restaurant for a candlelight dinner to introduce a touch of French romance.

After dinner, Aoyama Xiu Xin had no intention of wasting the candles—they could still be used in a wax-play game with Asai Ayumi.

"Why are all these candles pink?" Asai Ayumi asked, lips wrapped around her fork, gazing at the pink candles on the white tablecloth with full-faced curiosity.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled slightly, unabashedly explaining, "I had these custom-made just for our dinner. Do you like them?"

In reality, they were sensual candles, designed for wax play, with less burn than regular candles, and they washed off easily without leaving scars.

Don’t ask how he knew this.

"I like them," Asai Ayumi said, her face brimming with joyous happiness, not expecting Aoyama Xiu Xin to be so thoughtful.

For their date tonight, she too had dressed up with care, her long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a blue strapless dress revealing a tempting cleavage, and her long legs, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, appeared smooth and delicate.

She noticed that Aoyama Xiu Xin was almost constantly looking at her and asked, "Why aren’t you eating?"

"It’s alright, you eat first. Once you’re full, then I’ll eat," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied in a gentle tone.

Your food is on the table.

But my feast lies beside the table.

Tonight, he and Asai Ayumi took turns treating each other; he offered steak, while she offered abalone. It was only proper to exchange courtesies.

Once they had eaten their fill, Aoyama Xiu Xin took the unburned candles directly in the restaurant’s private room and began using them on Asai Ayumi’s body. She protested with her mouth, but her expression was deeply seductive, and she became even more fond of the candles.

After all, she had a bit of a kinky streak in her, making her a perfect partner in crime for Aoyama Xiu Xin—their match was made in heaven.

After a passionate exchange, with disheveled hair and sweat-covered skin, Asai Ayumi, wearing only her two stockings, straddled Aoyama Xiu Xin’s lap, her arms around his neck, "Were you nervous when you fired the gun?"

Talking after intimacy helps deepen the connection.

"I was, but you trust me so much, how could I let your trust be in vain? I was confident the shot wouldn’t miss," Aoyama Xiu Xin avowed affectionately.

In truth, he didn’t feel the slightest ripple of emotion when he fired the gun; any such disturbance would have made it easier to miss.

He held Asai Ayumi’s knees to prevent her from slipping off and injuring herself, and asked, "Weren’t you scared?"

"Of course, I was scared," Asai Ayumi replied, exhaling slowly and adding, "But who else would go if not for me, your fiancée? Sending anyone else would have tarnished your reputation and image."

As Aoyama Xiu Xin grew increasingly formidable, she felt the looming threat of being replaced by another woman who might have more value.

So there were things she had to do, to prove herself worthy of Aoyama Xiu Xin, to make him indebted to her.

Being able to share the risks meant sharing the glory.

Aoyama Xiu Xin held her tight, closing his eyes to feel her softness and the quickening of her heartbeat.

In the beginning, he had purely used Asai Ayumi, devoid of any genuine affection, but over time he had come to genuinely recognize her as his fiancée and offered her deep respect.

Don’t ask how deep.

If asked, each time he would explore her deepest parts.

And just as the old poem reads, ’The wellspring silent, cherishing the thin flow, as the tree’s shade sets upon the water, so loves the tender touch.’

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

The ringing of the telephone shattered the intimate atmosphere between the two.

Aoyama Xiu Xin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Answer it," said Asai Ayumi, picking up the phone from a nearby chair and passing it to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s ear.

Aoyama Xiu Xin lay back in the chair, weighing her conscience while he answered, "Mosi Mosi?"

"Police Chief, this is Yoshikai Youzai. I’ve collected and organized the information on banks in various parts of Japan as you requested," Yoshikai Youzai reported.

Aoyama Xiu Xin immediately sat upright, setting aside the playful banter and responded, "Alright, Yoshikai-kun, you did a good job. Bring it to my office tomorrow morning."

This task had been assigned to Yoshikai Youzai over a month ago by Yanchuan Xianyou, who planned to involve all local banks in the Nozawa Financial Corporation’s operations—a task he had almost forgotten.

He had even planned to present this undertaking as a wedding gift to Yanchuan Xianyou; fortunately, the wedding was still days away.

Otherwise, he would’ve been forced to eat his words.

"Yes, sir!" Yoshikai Youzai replied with utmost respect.

Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up the phone and looked at Asai Ayumi in his arms, "Are you full? If so, let’s get going."

"I’m full," Asai Ayumi said with a smile and a nod.

Aoyama Xiu Xin asked with a mischievous grin, "Are both of your appetites satisfied? Make sure you don’t hold back on me."

He completely shattered the tender mood that had been present.

"Yes, I’m full. Didn’t you see both of my mouths are so stuffed they’ve tossed up?" Asai Ayumi rolled her eyes.

Thanks to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s influence, she barely blushed at his level of conversation anymore.

She could even occasionally respond with a flirtatious remark or two.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily, helping Asai Ayumi off him and getting dressed before settling the bill and leaving.