Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 55 - 51: Settled Dust? A New Storm Brews! (Extra for Alliance Leader Xiao Hu Hen Kun)

Chapter 55: Chapter 51: Settled Dust? A New Storm Brews! (Extra for Alliance Leader Xiao Hu Hen Kun)

A black Honda with severe front-end damage sped through the empty streets at night.

Yao Yamamoto, the driver, was pale as death, his hands on the steering wheel trembling non-stop, "Quick, call Mr. Aoyama, tell him to cover for us."

"I’m calling now, right now," Zhongshan Valley stammered as he dialed, and once connected, he spoke with urgency, "Mr. Aoyama, we’ve just overturned Tanaka Noriaki’s car, his life or death is unknown."

"Which intersection? Are there any cameras on the roadside?"

"I...I don’t know, we bumped into him suddenly on the way to his house, not far from there."

"Stop the car somewhere then call me again, I’ll arrange for someone to meet you."

"Hey! Please hurry!"

"I will." After hanging up, Xiu Xin Aoyama sneered and then called Fujimoto Ryosuke who worked in the criminal division, "Mr. Liangyi, there’s been an accident near North Shinjuku Fifth District, suspected of intentional homicide. You should take a look. I’ll call you when I have news of the culprit."

"What are you up to, Mr. Xiu Xin?" Fujimoto Ryosuke picked up a lot from Xiu Xin Aoyama’s words.

Of course, Xiu Xin Aoyama wouldn’t explain and simply chuckled, "I’m handing you an achievement on a silver platter, don’t you want it?"

"I’m on my way now." Fujimoto Ryosuke responded.

After ending the call, Xiu Xin Aoyama turned to look out the retracting cityscape through the car window and spoke with a calm tone, "Shinichi, do you know what kind of people those three are? Want to hear this story?"

"Hey! Shinichi is all ears." Nakamura Shinichi knew that it didn’t matter whether he wanted to listen or not; it was Xiu Xin Aoyama who wanted to speak, so he had to show interest.

Xiu Xin Aoyama chuckled and said, "Like you, they were once my subordinates."

Nakamura Shinichi’s expression instantly became astonished.

"But they betrayed me later on, turned their backs on my kindness, and assisted Sato Rich in fabricating evidence to slander me, ultimately framing me for acting on my own and causing casualties among my colleagues, leading to my transfer away from the Police Headquarters."

"What do you think, should traitors like these die?"

Nakamura Shinichi’s heart clenched for a moment, and he answered without hesitation, "Ungrateful and treacherous, they deserve to die!"

Sweat was already trickling down; not to mention he had never thought of betraying Xiu Xin Aoyama, but after seeing the fate of those three tonight, he dared not entertain the thought in the future.

"Yes, they deserve to die." Xiu Xin Aoyama nodded solemnly, then sighed again, "But I have old times’ sake to consider, so I still spared their lives."

"Hey! Deputy Director is merciful."

As if that were mercy.

It was both a physical and a psychological execution.

"Dinglingling~ Dinglingling~"

Xiu Xin Aoyama’s phone rang again, it was Zhongshan Valley reporting their current location.

"Good, wait by the car, don’t wander off, my arranged people will arrive shortly."

After hanging up, Xiu Xin Aoyama then called Fujimoto Ryosuke again, "Mr. Liangyi, the culprits are in a wasteland at the border of Shibuya District and Shitamachi District, the vehicle involved is also there, two people in total. I wish you a smooth arrest. Also, I have evidence of them taking bribes, I will give it to you tomorrow morning. I guess their murder might be related to this."

After finishing, he hung up the phone, then rolled down the window, letting the night wind pour into the car, causing his neatly combed hair to become disheveled.

"Shinichi, play a song."

"Hey!"

A soft intro began to play inside the car.

Meanwhile, in the wasteland by the road bordering Shibuya District and Shitamachi District, Zhongshan Valley and Yao Yamamoto stood anxiously next to the damaged vehicle, smoking cigarettes at an increasing pace.

One moment they worried whether Tanaka was dead, the next moment they worried if the hit wasn’t hard enough and Xiu Xin Aoyama would be dissatisfied; their minds were in utter chaos.

After all, too much had happened that evening.

As the sound of the police siren approached, both turned towards it, seeing the distant flashing police lights, a constant advance of red and blue light toward their location.

Two police cars came to a stop by the roadside, Fujimoto Ryosuke jumped out with several officers, guns in hand, and charged at the two men.

"Don’t move! Hands on your head and kneel on the ground!"

The cigarettes dropped instantly from their mouths to the ground.

Their minds were struck as if by a heavy blow, their thoughts a muddled mess.

How could they not realize that they had been duped by Xiu Xin Aoyama?

While they were in shock, four officers pounced and pinned them to the ground.

"Let us go! We’re innocent!"

"It’s Xiu Xin Aoyama! It was him, he framed us, everything was his doing!"

Finally snapping back to reality, they struggled on the ground, shouting hysterically.

"Bang!" Fujimoto Ryosuke stepped forward with a football kick, then stepped on Zhongshan Valley’s face and leaned menacingly over him, "Do you have evidence? If not, that would be defamation, and your crime severity increases by one degree!"

Seeing his cold eyes, the two instantly understood he was Xiu Xin Aoyama’s man, and their hearts went cold in an instant, knowing there was no turning back.

Because they had no evidence at all.

"Xiu Xin Aoyama! You’ll pay for this!"

"Ahhh! You won’t die a good death!!!"

The pair could only stare with bloodshot eyes, furiously cursing Aoyama Xiu Xin with impotent rage. There was nothing else they could do.

At this moment, they deeply regretted their actions.

If they hadn’t betrayed Aoyama Xiu Xin in the first place...

If they hadn’t betrayed Tanaka Noriaki tonight...

If only... the world didn’t have so many "ifs."

But now, it was too late to say anything.

The next morning, Aoyama Xiu Xin woke up on time.

After arriving at the police station, he took evidence against Zhongshan Valley and Yao Yamamoto to Fujimoto Ryosuke, but heard some distressing news that saddened him.

"Tanaka Noriaki was already too late when he was sent to the hospital. He might never wake up again."

Fujimoto Ryosuke stared into Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes.

"Is that so? That’s truly regrettable." Aoyama Xiu Xin sighed, wiping away a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye, "I’ll visit him."

Watching Aoyama Xiu Xin feign compassion, Fujimoto Ryosuke, who had already learned the truth from Zhongshan Valley the night before, was speechless, "You could drop the act. All three of them were in an accident together; anyone who knows the inside story would realize you’re not innocent."

But the beauty of it was that although everyone knew Aoyama Xiu Xin was behind it, there was no proof.

Thus, they would only fear him more, respect him more, and weigh the pros and cons before offending him.

After all, the bloody example was right there.

"Don’t go around talking nonsense. Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation." Aoyama Xiu Xin pointed a finger at him, casually placing the envelope on the table, "The man lying in the hospital is, after all, my former subordinate. I’ll buy a fruit basket to visit."

While Mr. Aoyama brought a fruit basket to the hospital to show humane care to his former subordinate, Noda was on his way to rob a bank with four of his brothers.

According to the plan communicated with Xiao Lin, they would arrive at the target bank at 9:30 am to start the robbery.

At that time, a bank executive would lead the regular employees to cooperate with them, completing the heist.

But plans often fail to keep up with changes.

The route Noda and his crew had to take to the bank was exactly where Yao Yamamoto and Zhongshan Valley had hit Tanaka Noriaki the night before. Due to suspected intentional homicide, the police had been collecting evidence at the scene, so the traffic accident was not dealt with until this morning by the traffic department.

And it just so happened to be the peak rush hour.

As a result, this naturally caused a huge traffic jam.

"Damn! Only twenty minutes left; we might not make it on time," cursed a young man with glasses in the van’s passenger seat, glancing at his watch.

It was already 9:10 am.

Though Noda was somewhat irritable, he seemed calm because a bank executive was waiting for them, so he was in no rush, "Stay cool. Better late than never. A good meal is worth the wait, and today’s show doesn’t start until the leading actors arrive."

Hearing this, the others couldn’t help but laugh. They never imagined that one day they would rob a bank with such a lighthearted mindset.

Those damn financial elites were real bastards.

But when something starts off on the wrong foot, it often indicates that more trouble is on the horizon, and while Noda and his men were stuck in traffic, an unexpected situation was unfolding.

Due to the traffic jam, the street outside Beitu Bank Tokyo Shinjuku Branch that was usually busy in the morning was now unusually quiet, even somewhat deserted.

In an established restaurant across from the bank.

Three men were having breakfast, each with a large bag at their feet, occasionally glancing at the bank.

A middle-aged man rushed into the restaurant, sat down at the empty seat next to the three, took a sip of water, and after catching his breath, said, "I found out what happened. There was an accident up ahead, blocking the entire road, which is why there are so few cars this morning."

The other three let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

They were Noda’s peers, who had set their sights on Beitu Bank several days ago and had rented a nearby residence for easy daily reconnaissance.

This morning was their time to strike.

They had planned to start the heist at nine o’clock sharp.

But the unusual lack of traffic on this stretch of road made them worried that their plan had been leaked, and police might be laying in ambush, causing them to hesitate.

After clarifying the reason, they were not just relieved; they were actually overjoyed.

If the intersection ahead was jammed with traffic, then police backup would arrive even later than they had anticipated, increasing their chances of successfully making a smooth getaway after the robbery.

It seemed like even the heavens were helping them!

"Alright! Stop eating, let’s get to work."

The leader was a middle-aged man in his early forties with a scar at the corner of his eye. He laid several large bills on the table to pay the bill, then pulled a balaclava over his head, grasped a gun in one hand and the bag in the other, and strode determinedly across the street toward the bank.

The other three hastily left their utensils and followed suit.

It’s evident that the working folks of the ’90s were already under great pressure, having to rush off to work without even finishing their breakfast.

In the bank lobby, the business class manager sitting in the corner kept looking around anxiously, glancing at his wristwatch from time to time, and finally relaxed when he saw the four robbers storm into the bank.

They had arrived right on the dot!