Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 653 - 533: Boss’s Bane, Second Generation’s Ambition, Devil Unleashed (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 653: Chapter 533: Boss’s Bane, Second Generation’s Ambition, Devil Unleashed (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

"Three shootings were all committed by the same person?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at Nakamura Shinichi standing before him.

Early in the morning, just as he had arrived at the office and hadn’t yet finished his cup of coffee, Nakamura Shinichi came to report the case to him.

"Hi! Based on eyewitness accounts and existing surveillance videos, it appears so. The perpetrator committed the crimes consecutively last night. Due to the severity of the cases, they’ve been transferred to headquarters for us to take over," answered Nakamura Shinichi respectfully.

Aoyama Xiu Xin casually picked up the case files to review, and muttered to himself, "There’s been a bit too many gun-related cases lately."

Upon hearing this, Nakamura Shinichi silently rolled his eyes.

Why have gun incidents suddenly increased, boss, don’t you get it? It’s all thanks to you.

As the saying goes, those who harbor weapons are likely to harbor intentions of murder.

Ever since Nozaki Cangjian attracted investment and brought the Titan Gang to establish a branch in Hokkaido, the number of guns flowing into the market increased. The Black Society couldn’t handle it all internally; arms dealers, looking to make money, would naturally seek new markets—selling to ordinary people in need.

And Aoyama Xiu Xin was knowingly condoning this.

So, compared to the past when there were no channels, now it has become easier for ordinary people to buy guns. With the power to easily strip others of their lives, with the ability to dare punch above their weight, the number of cases involving firearms naturally increased.

Concerning Aoyama Xiu Xin, the boss,

to be honest, Nakamura Shinichi sometimes found it difficult to judge him—sporadically benevolent, consistently a beast.

He seriously wondered if there was something wrong with his psyche.

"What’s the point of all these worthless clues, why show them to me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin tossed the documents back carelessly, picked up his coffee cup from the desk, and took a swig, tasting it, "Do what must be done, arrest who needs to be arrested. Don’t report to me until there’s a significant breakthrough. This kid looks like a novice; shouldn’t be too hard to catch, right?"

If it had been a pro, they wouldn’t show their face so easily, allowing themselves to be captured on surveillance cameras without any disguise.

"Even the freshest hands aren’t fresh after killing five people in one night," reminded Nakamura Shinichi, picking up the documents Aoyama Xiu Xin had discarded.

Murder, it sounds simple.

But many people, even when facing those they’ve imagined dismembering countless times, often can’t bring themselves to do it. Mitsuo Mutou, however, killed five people overnight, which showed his ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, smiled slightly with a nonchalant air, and said, "Not bad to be aware of this, good. Let the brothers handle it carefully. This year is destined to be the year Hokkaido makes leaps and bounds in solving major cases. Everyone has a bright future ahead!"

He dared to assure that no place in Japan would be more chaotic than Hokkaido this year—such was the confidence and assurance he held as a law enforcement officer.

"But Minister, this year is also the year our crime rate in Hokkaido has skyrocketed. It’s only halfway through the year and we’ve already surpassed last year," reminded Nakamura Shinichi.

Upper management’s evaluations weren’t solely based on the solve rate.

The crime rate was also a very important indicator.

Hearing this, Aoyama Xiu Xin appeared unconcerned, and curled his lip, "All this is due to the legacy issues caused by Fujimoto Takayoshi’s time in office. Once the Iron Maiden takes over, it’ll be her problem. It’s their lack of ability that has allowed crime to run rampant and the crime rate to soar. What does this have to do with us, the ones doing the ground work? It’s our hard work that has ensured a high solve rate!"

If a place’s public security suddenly deteriorated, the responsibility would surely not fall on those at the bottom.

The higher-ups would only investigate the primary leaders.

So, what Aoyama Xiu Xin wanted to do was not only to undermine Zhongshan Junmei but also to make her take the fall for his own actions.

"Hi! Spot-on, Minister!" Nakamura Shinichi praised sincerely, though inside he felt fortunate to always be Aoyama Xiu Xin’s subordinate and not his superior.

Being his superior would be truly miserable.

After sending Nakamura Shinichi away, Aoyama Xiu Xin continued to leisurely savor the coffee provided by a certain subordinate.

By now, he considered himself somewhat of an expert in the matter.

Based on the quality of the coffee, he could more or less discern the price, and from the price, deduce the identity of the gift-giver—valuable experience gained from receiving gifts.

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!"

Unfortunately, it seemed like fate was determined not to let him enjoy a moment’s peace today—the phone started ringing.

Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the phone with a string of curses.

"Moshi moshi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"Mr. Aoyama, this is Naoyuki," came a perky and boisterous voice that was trying too hard to sound hearty.

Aoyama Xiu Xin guessed right away that this rotten thing definitely needed a favor; Miyashita Naoyuki was always the type to grovel when he needed something and turn his back when he didn’t – an ungrateful character. Ever since he had helped resolve Miyashita’s problem last time, the guy hadn’t once taken the initiative to contact him.

If not for the fact that his own father was the mayor, this idiot might be screwing together parts in some factory right now.

Sometimes Aoyama Xiu Xin quite understood why some people hated the rich; because when you see an imbecile in every way inferior living a life you wouldn’t dare dream of, simply because they were born to the right parents, it inevitably feels unfair.

"So it’s Mr. Miyashita, eh? Haven’t seen you for so long, I nearly didn’t recognize your voice," Aoyama Xiu Xin scoffed with a heaving laugh filled with sarcasm.

Miyashita Naoyuki didn’t seem to catch the underlying tone, and with a hee-hee laugh said, "Well, I know you’ve been busy lately. Didn’t want to bother you and interrupt important work. You must be done now, right? I’ve come by a fine new bottle of liquor, and I was hoping to invite you to taste it together."

"Sorry, Mr. Miyashita, but a serious shooting case just happened last night, and I really don’t have time today," Xiu Xin Aoyama refused cleanly and decisively.

Although he did not want to offend Miyashita Naoyuki, he also did not intend to get too close to this self-righteous, ungrateful bastard—it was enough to use each other occasionally.

But now he didn’t need Naoyuki at all, and knowing that Naoyuki wanted to meet because he needed a favor, how could he agree to the meeting?

Miyashita Naoyuki was not alone at this moment; he had friends with him. Being rejected in front of his friends made him a bit unhappy, and he said in a tone neither too cold nor too warm, "Mr. Aoyama really lives up to his title as Shadow Director, wielding great power and managing countless affairs, now too disdainful to drink with me."

The friend beside him, seeing Miyashita Naoyuki speak so unpleasantly, reached out to pull him and shook his head slightly.

Miyashita Naoyuki waved his hand, indicating there was no need to mind.

Moreover, with such persuasion, he became even more motivated and issued an ultimatum with a cold snort, "If you still consider me a friend, come see me now."

"What if I treat you like an idiot?" Xiu Xin Aoyama took a deep breath and asked seriously.

Some people you treat as friends, and they take you for an idiot, insisting until you are forced to treat them as idiots too.

Miyashita Naoyuki was dumbfounded for a moment before exploding with anger and shouted with a red face, "Idiot! What the fuck are you saying, Xiu Xin Aoyama?"

"Don’t understand, is that it?" Xiu Xin Aoyama helpfully repeated, "I asked what if I treat you like an idiot? If that means I don’t have to meet you, then goodbye, idiot!"

With those words, Xiu Xin Aoyama hung up the phone directly.

"What a joke."

Others gave him equal respect because his father was the mayor, and over time, he started to think he was the mayor himself, completely delusional.

Even his own father, Miyashita Hidekatsu, would not behave so arrogantly or bossily when wanting to meet Xiu Xin Aoyama.

I’ve acknowledged someone as my godfather, but if every time I meet a second-generation official I have to act subservient, then what’s the value in acknowledging this godfather?

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Listening to the busy signal, Miyashita Naoyuki vibrated with anger, kicking over the chair in front of him and cursing, "A bastard who thinks he’s above everyone!"

"Mr. Miyashita, please calm down, calm down," his friend quickly stood up to comfort him, saying, "Your tone just now was indeed not good. It’s understandable that Minister Aoyama was annoyed for a moment; things will be better when he cools down."

"He just holds great power now, so he no longer sees me as worthwhile! It wasn’t like this when he came to Hokkaido needing my help! This ungrateful bastard!" Miyashita Naoyuki kept cursing, grabbed his glass, gulped it down, and after calming his anger wiped his mouth, and said fiercely, "I don’t believe that the earth would stop turning without him. We can handle this ourselves."

"This..." The friend hesitated, speaking tentatively, "That might not be good, why not contact other police friends again? In case something goes wrong, at least you won’t be too passive."

"No need!" Miyashita Naoyuki swept his arm with a commanding tone, "Even if the goods really get seized by the police, one call from me and they’ll obediently deliver the merchandise to the designated spot!"

Because he helped Aoyama get in touch with his father and secured a project in Sapporo, thus receiving a hefty reward, as a second-generation who wasn’t content with just idling away and extremely greedy for wealth and pleasures, splurging money as if it were dirt, he planned to use this money to go into business.

Legitimate business required a large investment, yielded low returns, and was a hassle to manage, so naturally it was not within his range of choices.

Thus, he set his sights on illegal business.

Smuggling cigarettes from abroad to sell domestically.

The tax on tobacco in Japan is very high, so the crackdown on tobacco smuggling is also very strict—the more restrictions from the official side, the greater the hidden profit.

Thus, smuggling tobacco, as long as it’s successful and stable, is enormously profitable, and a well-connected person like Miyashita Naoyuki saw no reason for failure.

He had the funds, the project, and the connections. What he lacked was an experienced partner in this field.

And as it happened, he had an extensive network and, through his shady friends, he reached out to Enokida, the middle-aged man beside him. Enokida had previously been in this business but was busted for lacking solid backing.

So when Miyashita Naoyuki approached him, he did not hesitate to agree to collaborate but made one condition: they must bring a high-ranking police officer on board.

Upon hearing this, Naoyuki immediately promised to bring in Aoyama Xiu Xin, hoping to show off in front of his newly subordinated underlings, but having spoken too confidently, he was made to lose face by Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Watching the confident Naoyuki, Enokida chose to believe in him—after all, this was the mayor’s son; what police would dare to seize his goods?

"Mr. Enokida, get in touch with your old channels as soon as we’re back, let’s kick off our venture immediately, stock up, stock up in large quantities. I want to monopolize the entire smuggling tobacco market!" Miyashita Naoyuki slammed his glass down with grand aspirations.

When he was successful one day, Aoyama Xiu Xin would have to come and apologize for speaking too loudly just now!

Enokida bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes!"

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

Mitsuo Mutou’s identity was confirmed quickly.

Wanted posters plastered every alley and street.

And Mitsuo Mutou did not flee Sapporo.

He had no intention of running; with nothing to lose, after killing five people, he had completely discarded the shackles of morality, law, and conscience. Now, all he wanted was revenge against this fucked-up society—anyone who had a better life than him deserved to die!

Now, he only wanted to indulge himself unrestrained.

A demon was released from its cage.