Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 520 - 449: Confused! Killing you, the money is still ours

Chapter 520: Chapter 449: Confused! Killing you, the money is still ours

"Ah! Damn it, damn it!"

Inside the hotel, Miyake Jiro, with bloodshot eyes, kept smashing things around, his chest heaving wildly as he hysterically vented his anger and fear.

Just before the news was broadcast, he had still been fantasizing about his imminent promotion, but he never dreamed that the Hokkaido Police would betray him by turning their backs on him.

Was this something a human could do?

These bastards all deserved to go to jail—to Hell!

Had he known they were so ruthless, Miyake Jiro would never have betrayed the investigation team, even if it meant death.

But there was no such thing as a regret medicine in the world.

After wreaking havoc in the room, his emotions gradually stabilized. Miyake Jiro gasped for air, his expression uncertain, guessing that the investigation team must have been searching the city for him. If they caught him, it would be the end.

He had to run, he had to leave Sapporo overnight.

Although the Hokkaido Police had tricked him, those three million dollars were real. With that amount of money, he could fly high anywhere.

After making up his mind, he hurriedly packed the money from the bed back into his suitcase and was ready to leave.

But as he opened the door, he was stunned. Standing outside were two slender men wearing gloves, sunglasses, and masks, one of whom had just raised his hand to knock.

The two men outside didn’t expect Miyake Jiro to open the door at that exact moment and stood there, equally stunned.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere froze.

Miyake Jiro was the first to react, throwing a suitcase full of money at them, and then turned to run back inside.

He had only told Oda Take that he was staying here.

So, it was clear who these two men were sent by.

With gloves and masked faces, they had come for his life. His only chance was to run into the bedroom, lock the door, and call the investigation team.

"Bang!" The two men outside swung open the suitcase and chased after him, and the second one who entered closed the door.

Miyake Jiro aimed for the bedroom, but as soon as he touched the doorknob, the first man to chase after him tackled him to the ground with a flying leap, grabbing around his neck.

"Heh, Chief Miyake, where do you think you’re going? It’s a dark, windy night, hard to catch a taxi. Let us give you a ride. Stop struggling and go peacefully."

"Let... let me go; the money in the suitcase is all yours," Miyake Jiro said with difficulty, his face turning pale as he struggled to breathe with his neck constricted.

"Foolish! If we kill you, the money is ours anyway."

Minutes later, Miyake Jiro was thrown out of the hotel window and landed with a crash on a car below, followed by a distressing scream from downstairs.

"Ah! Someone jumped from a building!"

After killing their target, the two murderers did not bother cleaning up the traces at the scene, just took the money and left.

About ten minutes later, a squad of police officers arrived at the scene.

Another ten minutes later, several journalists arrived.

By then, Miyake Jiro’s body had already been placed in a body bag, with only the dented car roof and some bloodstains on the ground remaining.

"Can you confirm the identity of the deceased?"

"Did the deceased commit suicide, or was it homicide?"

Faced with the journalists’ inquiries, the Chief of Police dropped a bombshell, "The deceased’s identity has been confirmed. Based on the ID found on him, he is Miyake Jiro, a member of the investigation team, the very same person exposed in tonight’s news for indulging in corruption."

The journalists buzzed in shock, then became overwhelmingly excited—there was continuous big news tonight.

"About his death, suicide has been ruled out, as surveillance footage shows two masked men entering his hotel room, and they only left after he fell," the Chief of Police dropped another bombshell before the journalists could react.

"Chief, based on your many years of investigative experience, do you think someone silenced him?"

In response to this loaded question, the Chief of Police smiled meaningfully and said, "In our investigations, we emphasize evidence. I can’t make baseless statements without evidence. However, I won’t rule out that possibility; this will also become one of our investigative directions. After all, his timing of death is too coincidental—just revealed in a scandal, then murdered immediately after, it’s hard not to think that way."

He didn’t mention the investigation team, but every sentence subtly directed suspicion their way.

Listening to his response, the journalists present had already figured out how to write their reports: Miyake Jiro, mired in a corruption scandal, was silenced by the investigation team to prevent him from implicating others after his arrest.

Of course, without concrete evidence, they would not write it so directly, but would, like the Chief of Police, guide the public to think in this spring-autumn style.

Conspiracy theories generate heat and sales!

Although the investigation team had been looking for Miyake Jiro all night, because they didn’t have much local influence, they didn’t know he was dead.

It was only the next day when they saw the news that they found out.

The Hokkaido public thought last night’s news was explosive enough, but this morning was even more shocking.

It started with a report about the investigation team shooting last night, causing three citizens to be injured; then the news that Miyake Jiro had been murdered, regardless of whether the media had received money or not, drove the narrative against the investigation team; and finally, it reported that several Sapporo citizens had sent complaint letters to the investigation team but were betrayed and faced retaliation afterwards.

After the broadcast, the nation was shocked. In just a few days, the public’s opinion changed drastically; the investigation team, seen as the beacon of justice just days ago, was now pointed at by a thousand accusatory fingers.

And once again, thousands of protesters gathered outside the hotel where the investigation team’s office was located, throwing bricks and bottles at the building, forcing the investigation team to keep their doors tightly shut, afraid to show themselves.

One reason was the fear of going out, for fear of being harmed by the "angry" public; the other was the fear of last night’s events repeating themselves.

"Severely punish the murderer! An eye for an eye, a life for a life!"

"Corrupt officials, out of Hokkaido!"

"Gaining fame by trickery, a nest of snakes and rats!"

The entire street was completely blocked, but the adjacent street was still passable. A black Crown sedan was parked by the roadside. Fujimoto Takayoshi and Aoyama Xiu Xin, sitting in the back seat, watched the scene unfold and exchanged knowing smiles.

This was the exact scenario they had anticipated.

"Hahahaha, Hirano Hidekazu must be having a headache this big by now, all thanks to Mr. Aoyama’s brilliant plan! Just a little nudge, and they were backed into a corner," Fujimoto Takayoshi said, laughing while slapping his plump thigh, his face jiggling.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled reservedly, "They gave me this opportunity themselves. Now they can’t even leave their doors, how can they continue their investigation? It’s time for the members of the Diet from Hokkaido to step in."

"Don’t worry, the Governor has already arranged everything. Next, the Diet members from Hokkaido will collectively voice their criticisms against the investigation team, demanding that higher officials conduct an investigation into the investigation team," Fujimoto Takayoshi spoke gleefully.

The investigation team had only been here for a few days, yet they had already turned the local government upside down and stirred public grievances. The higher-ups were sure to pressure Hirano Hidekazu to quell the situation soon.

Now it was time for Aoyama Xiu Xin to step in under the pretext of passing a message to urge them to concede. Hirano Hidekazu would have no choice but to bow down—surely he didn’t want to be the fall guy for pacifying public outrage and discontent among the officials.

"I’ll give them a call to check on their current situation," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, smiling as he reached for his mobile phone to call Hirano Hidekazu. Upon connection, he asked with urgency in his voice, "Minister Hirano, are you all right?"

"Ah, not really," Hirano Hidekazu replied in a low and hoarse voice, having not had a drop to drink since the previous night, his lips already cracking.

It’s not that there wasn’t water; he just had no will or time to think about drinking.

Aoyama Xiu Xin said in a tone of disbelief and emotion, "I really didn’t expect so many things to happen overnight. If only I had heard about it earlier, it wouldn’t have escalated to this point."

"It’s not your fault. Mr. Aoyama, it’s because you were too closely aligned with us that the local bureaucrats excluded you from the core of their plans. They would definitely execute such a scheme without telling you," Hirano Hidekazu reassured understandingly.

Fujimoto Takayoshi nearly laughed out loud upon hearing this. Hirano Hidekazu, oh Hirano Hidekazu, you’d probably never dream that it was Aoyama Xiu Xin who masterminded this operation, landing a heavy blow on you.

Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, "What now?"

"I don’t know. The higher-ups have already called to hold us accountable and demanded that we find a way to calm the situation quickly." Hirano Hidekazu now lacked his previous confidence, like a defeated dog, contemplating withdrawal for the first time because he knew that if he couldn’t soothe the escalating situation, he’d definitely be sacrificed to appease public anger—after all, for the Cabinet, maintaining stability at the grassroots level outweighs everything.

The worse the economy, the more crucial stability becomes.

And to calm the situation, the local government needed to intervene because they were the ones who caused it.

"..." Aoyama Xiu Xin remained silent for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say to console him. After a while, he said, "I’m right outside the hotel now. The citizens here are very agitated. You’d better not leave just yet. Wait and see how things unfold."

"Thank you for the heads-up, Mr. Aoyama. We feel that deeply here—the hotel’s windows are almost all shattered by projectiles," Hirano Hidekazu said with a bitter smile.

Aoyama Xiu Xin could only sigh, "I still have to go to work. Call me if you need help."

"Alright." Hirano Hidekazu hung up the phone and looked at his woebegone staff in the conference room. He felt exhausted. "Alright, everyone gathering here is pointless. Go back to your rooms and rest. Regain your strength."

"It seems our Minister Hirano truly has run out of strategies," Aoyama Xiu Xin put away his phone and shrugged at Fujimoto Takayoshi beside him.

Fujimoto Takayoshi was in high spirits today, laughing often. "If he knew it was all your doing, he’d probably drop dead right there."

"Then I can only pray that Amaterasu ensures he never finds out the truth," Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed.

"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"

Just then, his phone rang.

He bowed slightly to Fujimoto Takayoshi, offering an apologetic look, before answering, "Speak."

"Senior Police Director, we’ve found out. Those two individuals entered Sapporo by plane two weeks ago. They are named Mitsui and Ishishou. I’ve already had people checking their exact location," Nakamura Shinichi reported calmly.

The night before, Aoyama Xiu Xin had received a list of seven suspicious individuals from Asai Ayumi and had instructed Nakamura Shinichi to investigate overnight. As always, Nakamura Shinichi’s efficiency hadn’t disappointed him.

"Good, keep me updated," Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up the phone and turned to Fujimoto Takayoshi, "I just received news that those two little mice from the investigation team will soon be caught; what do you think should be done with them?"

"Mice should stay underground, don’t you think?" Fujimoto Takayoshi’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned slightly, "The investigation team is already cornered. Personally, I think we should just keep the two under surveillance; there’s no need to kill them."

His nature was still as benevolent as ever.

"No, no, no. I want to deliver another heavy blow to Hirano Hidekazu," Fujimoto Takayoshi shook his head and pressed a button to close the car window. "Besides, since they’ve concealed their identities themselves, it’s quite normal for some reckless criminals to rob and murder them, isn’t it?"

"Sure!" Aoyama Xiu Xin stopped talking.

As long as Fujimoto Takayoshi was happy.

So many people had died already; what were two more undercover police officers coming to their detriment?

To take on a covert mission, one must accept the risks.

This incident seemed to have taken many lives.

But in reality, it saved many.

By noon that day, members of the Diet and influential scholars and businessmen in Hokkaido continually came forward to criticize and question the fairness and legality of the investigation team.

Government officials from various departments sent letters to Tokyo, complaining that the investigation team, wielding "imperial authority," was wreaking havoc on local order and causing substantial difficulties to their work.

They requested Tokyo to relocate the investigation team.

Tokyo, however, did not reply immediately.

As a result, with some underhanded manipulation, the public criticism and skepticism toward the investigation team grew louder, and the situation continued to escalate.

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