Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 313 - 291: History Repeats Itself, The Bigger the Storm, the Pricier the Fish

Chapter 313: Chapter 291: History Repeats Itself, The Bigger the Storm, the Pricier the Fish

"Ratatatatata!"

In the boundless ocean, short and rapid gunshots suddenly rang out, the sea surface frothing like boiling water before quickly returning to silence.

"Boss, the guns work fine."

Sergey’s subordinate casually tossed the two AK rifles back into the box and turned to report to his elder brother.

"Captain, the money is all good," Hans’ subordinate had finished counting the money and stood up to report to his superior.

"Very well," Hans nodded and turned with a smile to extend his hand to Sergey, "Pleasure doing business."

"Pleasure," Sergey agreed, shaking hands and patting his shoulder, "Once we open up the market here, you’ll need to supply us long-term."

"Ah, Sergey, how long have you been out of the army? Have you forgotten our country lacks everything but guns? All the units are just worried about finding buyers, otherwise, they wouldn’t bother with your small business," Hans joked, playfully punching him in the chest.

Sergey shrugged, "Well, then I’m still contributing to the country after my discharge."

"Isn’t that the case for all of us?" Hans shrugged.

They looked at each other, their smiles tinged with bitterness.

When beliefs collapse, feeding oneself becomes the most practical issue. The big shots were busy fighting for power and had no time for these minor players. Naturally, they had to find ways to feed themselves, including resorting to illegal activities.

Staying alive was always the primary need.

And having full bellies was essential before anything else.

"Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!"

At that moment, a siren wailed, reaching everyone’s ears. A vast array of lights projected onto the sea, turning the waters milky white with red and blue emergency lights flickering across the dark sea surface.

Countless ships and speedboats charged from all directions, their propellers whipping up waves half a man’s height, accompanied by the deafening sounds of splitting air as four armed helicopters hovered over the ships, quickly approaching the two fishing boats.

"Police!"

One of Sergey’s men exclaimed in shock.

"We are the Japan Police and Japan Coast Guard. The fishing boats ahead, you are suspected of conducting large-scale illegal transactions within our territorial waters. Please drop your weapons and surrender immediately, and cooperate with our investigation..."

As the distance between the two parties closed.

The helicopters started to use loudspeakers to persuade them to surrender.

"We have a mole among us!" Hans’ suspicious eyes instantly fixed on Nozaki Cangjian.

"Don’t move! I’m a police officer! You have no way out!" Nozaki Cangjian quickly seized the moment to subdue Sergey, holding him by the neck and pulling a gun on his head, "Have your men drop their weapons immediately, or I’ll kill you."

"Damn! He’s the one who informed the police!"

"Bastard! Let go of our boss!"

Everyone drew their guns and aimed at Nozaki Cangjian.

"Hans, kill him," Sergey said without any hint of panic, his expression grim.

Nozaki Cangjian, not thinking Sergey was really unafraid of death, yelled, "I will kill him!"

Motherfucker, has this idiot gone mad? As Russians, they wouldn’t be facing the death penalty even if caught.

"Hans, kill him! Soviets will not be captured by the Japanese! We’ll send the Japanese to Siberia to plant potatoes!" Sergey said sternly.

The hatred between the little devils and the Ivans was not small. As a retired soldier, being held by these devils was too shameful.

"Fire," Hans looked deeply at Sergey and then immediately gave the order without hesitation.

"Idiot!" Nozaki Cangjian was shocked, throwing away his gun and jumping into the raging waves, while behind him, a barrage of gunfire erupted. Sergey was riddled with bullets and fell into the sea.

"Splash!"

The surrounding sea water was stained with a patch of red.

The others rushed to the side of the boat, firing randomly at the sea, trying to kill Nozaki Cangjian in the water.

"Ratatatatatatatata!"

"Stop!" Hans yelled, and after the gunfire ceased, he turned back to solemnly rally his men:

"Did you hear what Sergey just said? No Soviet will be captured by the Japanese! Especially not a Soviet active duty soldier! Prepare for battle!"

"Hurrah!"

Hans raised his hand and shouted, they would have to die here, otherwise, if captured and their statuses as active duty soldiers were confirmed, it could provoke an international incident.

They only wanted to make some money to fill their stomachs, not drag their country back into the whirlpool of international public opinion.

Troubles in Russia were already enough.

"Hurrah!""Hurrah!""Hurrah!"

The response was thunderous. These war-hardened men feared poverty and hunger, but they truly were not afraid of death. They loaded their guns and turned them outward to face the enemy.

"Open fire!"

On a armed vessel, Aoyama Xiu Xin, observing the situation through binoculars, admired their fearless spirit but ordered to fire without mercy.

"Fire!" Yan Valley Dalang used the communicator to convey the order to other Police Headquarters members involved in the capture.

"Ratatatatatatatata!"

The Police Headquarters officers pulled their triggers.

But the Maritime Security Bureau personnel did not move as they had not received orders from their own superiors.

"Open fire!" Yagyu Tomon grabbed the communicator.

"Ratatatatatatatatata!"

A small-scale war between Japan and Russia erupted.

In an instant, the feel of old conflicts resurfaced, as if in a dream.

Suddenly, machine guns on the vessels and helicopters opened fire, creating a storm of bullets that rained down on the two fishing boats.

Crackling explosively, splashing water in all directions, the boats were easy targets, their hulls easily torn by the roaring machine guns, swallowing lives whole.