Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 428 - 378: Announcing Death, I Am Willing to Go Through Fire and Water for My Elder Brother! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 428: Chapter 378: Announcing Death, I Am Willing to Go Through Fire and Water for My Elder Brother! (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

January 5th, Tuesday, slight cold.

Although it was very cold outside, it was warm inside.

It was said about the weather, and also about the sister-in-law.

Snow fluttered outside while Aoyama Haruko curled up small in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arms, like a toy doll, with a crimson pretty face dripping with sweat, eyes vacant, and lips slightly parted, panting.

The way back is obstructed and long, the way forward like swimming in the middle of the water. —— "Jianjia"

With a shiver, Aoyama Xiu Xin felt utterly bored and disengaged from his sister-in-law, turned over, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom, "Rest well, sister-in-law. I have to go to work, and I won’t eat breakfast at home this morning."

On the cold winter morning, it was essential to do a lively broadcast calisthenics to invigorate himself.

No, that’s wrong, there were calisthenics, but no set.

After all, the doctors had said that his sister-in-law’s body had issues and she would hardly conceive, so naturally, there was no need for contraception.

If she got pregnant, it would be a gift for her.

"Okay," Aoyama Haruko responded with a heavy nasal tone, indeed not having the energy to get up and make breakfast.

On the way, Aoyama Xiu Xin casually bought something to fill his stomach and then immersed himself in work at the Police Headquarters.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Soon, a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in," Aoyama Xiu Xin casually called out.

Following that was the sound of the door opening and then a series of crisp sounds of high heels colliding with the ground.

"Tap~ Tap~ Tap~"

Aoyama Xiu Xin raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him in mild surprise, "President Tangong, it’s been a long time, and you’re looking more beautiful. What brings you here today? Please, take a seat."

The visitor was none other than the owner of Heaven Club, one of the executives of the Great Han Min National Group in Japan, Tangong Huizi.

They hadn’t met each other for quite a long time.

She seemed to be in a somewhat heavy and gloomy mood today, not throwing coquettish glances like usual, but instead solemnly placed her hands on her abdomen and gave a deep bow, "Police Chief Aoyama, my father passed away at 3 AM today after an unsuccessful emergency treatment. His wake will be held at the Civilian Corps headquarters in two days, and I hope you can attend."

Such invitations for a funeral are usually not formalized.

A notification suffices; attendance is up to the individual.

Her personal invitation signified its importance.

However, Aoyama Xiu Xin felt that her primary intent in inviting him was to secure external support, preventing difficulties at the wake and avoiding being overwhelmed.

After all, he was one of her deepest business partners, and long-established Japanese like him were rare.

"This is truly a sorrowful matter. My condolences, President Tangong," Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up and bowed in return, then continued, "The yacht gifted by Chairman Cui was one of the best presents I received last year. His features and smile are still vivid in my mind. Rest assured, President Tangong, I will definitely attend the memorial service tomorrow."

Cui Guiwen had been severely ill last year and had been bedridden in the hospital, ultimately unable to survive this winter.

For the elderly, winter was a killer.

His wake was likely to be a lively affair, with many Japanese and South Korean businessmen and politicians aided by him, as well as figures from South Korea itself, sure to attend.

Although he had been in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s grasp.

That was because he was old and solely focused on paving the way for his son, lacking in spirit and cautious about escalating things due to his sensitive status. Moreover, with Tangong Huizi, an insider accomplice, and the support of the Yanchuan Family behind Aoyama Xiu Xin, otherwise, it really wouldn’t have been easy to challenge the old man.

The Civilian Corps was powerful in Japan, the only ones openly and regardless of cost opposing them were the North Country people of the North Country United General Association.

Like the Korean Civil Group, the North Country United General Association was a colossal entity backed by a country, owning more than a dozen banks, about twenty companies, and nearly sixty-seven schools including a university, providing over a billion US dollars to the Jin Family annually.

North versus South, these divergent forces often clashed in Japan, bashing out each other’s brains.

Unlike the proactive involvement of South Koreans in Japan seeking equal political treatment, the North Country United General Association strongly opposed its members participating in such matters, even forbidding marriages between North Country people in Japan and Japanese, thus the Civilian Corps was more influential in Japan.

The Civilian Corps reaching out to Aoyama Xiu Xin, while the United General Association had yet to appear before him.

Their development strategy was ineffective; once bureaucrats with extensive connections to the Civilian Corps like Aoyama Xiu Xin rose to power, the United General Association would surely face severe retaliation.

"Hey! Thank you, Police Chief Aoyama, Huizi is looking forward to your esteemed presence. I still need to notify some close friends of my father about his passing, so I must take my leave now," Tangong Huizi bowed dispassionately and then turned to leave.

She held no particular affection for Cui Guiwen but he was, after all, her father, and his death understandably affected her mood, leaving her with no desire to flirt with Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Staring at Tangong Huizi’s graceful departing figure, Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t help but imagine her in mourning attire.

It must have a unique charm of its own.

He hadn’t unlocked the wake scenario yet.

"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"

The phone’s ringing interrupted his random thoughts.

"Moshi moshi," Xiu Xin Aoyama answered.

"Chief, ten minutes ago, a jewelry store in North Shinjuku 3-chome was robbed by three armed suspects. One person died. By the time the police arrived, the suspects had fled. Surveillance footage shows that the trio acted decisively and killed without hesitation; they’re undoubtedly seasoned criminals," reported Dongye Yuusei, the head of the Second Department, with a grave tone.

Xiu Xin Aoyama was busy worrying about the whereabouts of Dongye Yuusei, not in the mood to deal with a minor case where only one person had died, "You take full responsibility for it."

Only cases with double-digit deaths were worth his personal involvement.

"Sure!" Yan Valley Dalang responded.

..................

Dark, damp, and overgrown with weeds.

This describes the sewer, don’t get confused.

The flashlight provided feeble light as Dongye Yuusei and the duo of fat and thin monks gathered together.

"Big brother, we’ve monitored the three individuals you mentioned. Two of them stay indoors and have police at their homes; only this woman went out as usual today, and there were no cops at her place," the Skinny one, curled up and looking like a monkey, pointed at a photo of Yamamoto Nai and said.

"`This woman has no brains, dating a hoodlum as her boyfriend. She definitely couldn’t resist and snuck out to secretly meet him`," Dongye Yuusei sneered.

"I envy that thug," the Fatty expressed openly.

Dongye Yuusei glanced at him and said indifferently, "When the time comes, you’ll have your turn first."

He never shortchanged his brothers, just as he had previously lavished various benefits on Yamamoto Nai and her group.

"Thank you, big brother!" Fatty’s eyes lit up with wild joy as he excitedly said, "`To be with such a rich beauty, I’d die happily on her belly!`"

"Pathetic," the Skinny one said with disdain, then turned to lick Dongye Yuusei’s boots, "This woman dared to betray big brother, she definitely deserves to die. Please let me have my fun too, big brother. Of course, fun is not the goal—revenge for big brother is. To let a woman who lives so luxuriously be wantonly ravaged by a lowlife like me is the best revenge! I’m willing to work to death tirelessly for big brother!"

There, see? That’s called perspective.

"Big brother, give us the command! We’ll kidnap her tomorrow!" Fatty could hardly wait.

"Kidnap her? No, no, no," Dongye Yuusei chuckled and shook his head, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, "This woman’s lifestyle is extremely irregular, her routes unpredictable; kidnapping her would be troublesome. Compared to her, her hoodlum boyfriend has a very regular life—bars at night, street racing at dawn, and sleeping through the day in a rented room in Shinjuku Sixth District. A very fixed schedule."

"So we will kidnap her boyfriend and use him to trick her into delivering herself to us."

He had met Yamamoto Nai’s boyfriend as the leader of this circle of close friends, and though he didn’t respect the guy, out of curiosity, he had once joined him to experience the life of societal scum.

Thus, he knew the movements of the little thug.

"Brother, you are so smart! No wonder you have all the police in Tokyo... no! All of Japan’s police spinning around in circles!" Skinny man buttered up.

Fatty nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes. They’ve even searched house-by-house, but who would think you’d hide underground, big brother? Unless they really dig three feet down, they’ll never find you."

Dongye Yuusei’s face twitched, slightly embarrassed by the praise as hiding in the sewer was only because he had accidentally fallen down there; he had to maintain a poker face and act like everything was under his controlnection.

"Alright, let’s discuss the plan. That kid is living off a sugar mama and rented an apartment at Fujiu Apartment in Shinjuku Sixth District. He’s usually home sleeping during the day. Tomorrow we’ll pose as gas service workers to trick him into opening the door..."

Meanwhile, at the same time, in room 1202 of Fujiu Apartment.

The original owners, a couple, had been tied up and gagged in the corner, while three men in their thirties were dumping a large bag of gold and silver jewelry on the dining table to weigh it.

They were the robbers who had raided the jewelry store earlier that day.

"Big brother, we’re doing jobs in Shinjuku and holing up here. Are you sure it’s safe?" one of the young men with a buzz cut asked absently.

Hearing this, another man with a bearded face also paused his actions to look at their leader.

Their leader, a well-dressed scholarly man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking more like a language teacher, continued weighing the metals without looking up, casually saying, "The police will think the same; the farther we run, the more likely we are to be detected during our escape. This is a high-class apartment with hundreds of people living here. If there’s any accident, all these people are ready hostages."

Hearing this, the other two saw their leader’s calm demeanor and felt their worries lighten somewhat, continuing to count today’s spoils.

The clash of gold produced a crackling sound.

Crisp, pleasant, utterly captivating.

"Big brother, I’ve got 10 jin here."

"I’ve got 13 jin here."

"I’ve got 15, adding up to 38," the scholarly young man said as he packed up all the gold, "We have enough money now. We’ll lay low for a few days and then head to Hokkaido. Robbery isn’t stable, too risky, and it’s not a sustainable career; as we get older, we get less capable. We should start doing something stable, something to support us in our old age."

Hearing this, both the buzz-cut and bearded man couldn’t help but smile, full of anticipation for a new future.

With an economic downturn, some began to lie down.

Others strove hard with their own hands!

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