Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
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Chapter 41: Chapter 39: Physics Insights, This is How I Handle Cases (Request for Monthly Tickets! Request for Subscriptions!)

As Aoyama Xiu Xin uttered the words "Yamamoto Ken," everyone’s gaze instinctively focused on a middle-aged man with a big belly and a greasy face.

Idiot!

Seeing everyone looking at him, Yamamoto Ken cursed inwardly, then stood up with a flattering smile, bowed slightly, and said in a very humble tone, "I am Yamamoto Ken. What do the officers need from me? I will definitely cooperate!"

"I am Asai Ayumi from the Shinjuku Police Station’s firearms department, and these are my subordinates." Asai Ayumi looked helplessly at Aoyama Xiu Xin, showed her credentials to prove her identity, and then said, "Everyone else, leave."

The men and women in the private room, feeling as if they had been granted a great pardon, rushed out one after another.

The young man on the ground, with a bloody and broken head, also got up, covered his head, and staggerly walked out of the room, even politely closing the door behind him.

"Oh! So it’s Asai Police Chief, I’ve only seen you on the news, and it’s a great honor to meet you in person today." Yamamoto Ken immediately recognized Asai Ayumi, his attitude even more servile as beads of sweat formed on his forehead, thinking it was the discovery of some case that would send him to prison.

Aoyama Xiu Xin sat down on the sofa without any courtesy and poured himself a drink, watching Asai Ayumi and Yamamoto Ken converse.

Asai Ayumi’s expression was stern, and her tone rigid as she said, "Cut the crap, I know what kind of dealings you’re involved in. I heard you made a substantial deal recently, and I want the buyer’s information."

"This... Asai Police Chief, I don’t understand what you’re saying?" Hearing that they were not there to arrest him, Yamamoto Ken relaxed a bit, his boldness returning as he played dumb, "What, is your police station planning to get into the slaughterhouse business now?"

Since they were not there to arrest him, that meant the police had no evidence of him trafficking firearms, so why would he foolishly admit to selling guns?

"You..." Asai Ayumi noticed his change in attitude, and it infuriated her.

"Yamamoto Ken."

A leisurely voice rang out.

At the sound, Yamamoto Ken subconsciously turned his head towards Aoyama Xiu Xin. But as he turned, he saw a wine bottle grow larger in his view until it finally smashed onto his head with a loud crash, sending glass shards flying.

"Ah!" Yamamoto Ken screamed in shock, instinctively covering his head and staggering backward several steps, almost falling down.

Aoyama Xiu Xin grabbed his hair, covered in gel, and slammed his face onto the coffee table. With his other hand, he casually picked up one wine bottle after another and smashed them onto Yamamoto Ken’s head.

"Crash!" "Crash!" "Crash!"

Within a few seconds, three wine bottles exploded on Yamamoto Ken’s head, scattering glass fragments, and bright red blood soaked his hair, pooling on the glass coffee table and dripping onto the floor.

Asai Ayumi watched the scene turn pale and instinctively wanted to shout to stop it, but a glance from Aoyama Xiu Xin made her stand stiffly in place.

"Give me the gun." Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand, knocking a bunch of wine glasses onto the floor, then sat on the coffee table and gestured to Nakamura Shinichi.

Nakamura Shinichi handed over the gun without hesitation.

Aoyama Xiu Xin unloaded the bullets and then stuffed the empty gun into Yamamoto Ken’s hand, pulling out his own gun and pressing it against his head, his tone light as he said, "From now on, you answer when I ask. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll kill you."

Feeling the cold muzzle on his forehead, Yamamoto Ken’s mind, previously dazed from the beating, instantly cleared, his hand trembled, and the gun fell to the ground as he looked at Aoyama Xiu Xin with a face full of terror.

"Hi... Hi! Please...please, I guarantee I’ll tell everything I know, hold nothing back."

"But you still need to come to your senses," Aoyama Xiu Xin looked up with a light laugh at the pale-faced Asai Ayumi, then lowered his head to Yamamoto Ken, "After coming to your senses, you should have understood the question my superior just asked, right?"

"Hi!" Yamamoto Ken dared not misunderstand, and hurriedly confessed honestly, "Yes, three days ago I just shipped out a batch of goods, three short ones, two long ones, three hundred various types of bullets, I traded with two men around thirty years old, I just handle the shipping, the rest has nothing to do with me, I surrender, I will go and surrender."

"Can you still contact the buyer now?"

"No." Yamamoto Ken shook his head repeatedly, then, seeming afraid that the other party wouldn’t believe him, added, "I really didn’t lie, they are not locals, the outsiders all do a one-off business, cutting off contact after the trade."

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground and tossed it to Nakamura, then stowed his own gun, stood up, and bowed to Yamamoto Ken, "Thank you for your cooperation, sorry for the disturbance."

He had indeed captured the essence of being Japanese, although I just hit you, but since I have bowed and apologized, let’s consider the matter to be over.

"No... you’re welcome." Yamamoto Ken squeezed out a smile uglier than crying. Only after hearing the door close did his tense body completely collapse onto the coffee table, filled with the joy of a narrow escape.

As soon as they left the door, Asai Ayumi expressed her dissatisfaction with a cold face, "Aoyama Xiu Xin! How could you hit someone just now? Aren’t you afraid of a complaint? Handling cases like this totally contradicts the procedures and police regulations!"

"Police Chief, your previous methods of handling cases conformed to procedure." Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at her with a half-smile, "But please tell me, how many cases did you solve?"

"You..." Asai Ayumi’s cheeks swiftly turned red with anger as she glared resentfully at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Nakamura Shinichi silently moved further away from the two.

"I help you achieve merits, I help you make a name, but you don’t need to worry about the means I use," Aoyama Xiu Xin said calmly, "As for complaints, can’t you just use your connections to suppress them? It feels great to have backing; when the sky falls, let Asai Ayumi take the brunt, and I just do whatever I want."

He knew very well who could be hit and who couldn’t—people like Yamamoto Ken simply couldn’t stand investigation, so they dared not trouble him.

"You..." Hearing Aoyama Xiu Xin speak so confidently, Asai Ayumi was furious, gritting her teeth and saying, "Police should not handle cases this way!"

Aoyama Xiu Xin noncommittally shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly, "But this is how I handle cases."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Asai Ayumi, filled with anger and helplessness, stomped her feet on the ground and hurriedly followed Aoyama Xiu Xin, switching to a different topic, "Do you think the person who bought the guns from Yamamoto Ken might be connected to Takeda Ichiro?"

"Maybe," Aoyama Xiu Xin offered a speculation, "Takeda Ichiro revealing himself might have been to divert police attention, providing an opportunity for his accomplices to act in secrecy?"

He felt this was the most likely possibility.

Otherwise, he couldn’t explain why Takeda Ichiro would expose himself to the police deliberately.

"Of course, it might also be that I’m overthinking, since there’s no evidence," Aoyama Xiu Xin added doubtfully.

"Even if there is only a slight possibility, we still need to respond," Asai Ayumi said sternly, "I will report your speculation and propose an increase in police force to focus on protecting the banks in Tokyo, to prevent Takeda Ichiro from succeeding again!"