"dium-rare."
Arriving at the cri scene, Xiu Xin Aoyama caught his first glimpse of Noda Jiro and his driver, and as a lover of fresh abalone, the foodie made his judgnt.
"Huh?" Chi Ben Xinzhang, who was questioning the person who reported the incident, didn’t hear clearly and turned back to Aoyama Xiu Xin, saying, "Was the deceased an acquaintance of the police chief?"
"They’re not my acquaintances; my acquaintances aren’t as charred as those two, and mainly hail from Hiroshima and Nagasaki." Aoyama Xiu Xin replied offhandedly, then added, "And a small part in Tokyo."
Chi Ben Xinzhang: "..."
He understood instantly.
As a genuine Japanese, he should, out of a simple patriotic sentint, reprimand Aoyama Xiu Xin for making a joke out of his compatriots who died innocently in the war, especially since he is a governnt official.
But as a bureaucrat, a subordinate, he chose to laugh heartily, "Police Chief, you’re quite the humorist."
Fuck the compatriots, you’re cooked, but we’re not, leadership is everything.
"You’re quite the humorist yourself." Aoyama Xiu Xin stared him down for a mont, then smiled and said.
I don’t mind because I don’t consider myself Japanese at all, and you’re also unfazed.
This is the bureaucratic face, interesting.
"It’s all thanks to your influence." Chi Ben Xinzhang slavishly brownnosed, then got down to business, "The intersection surveillance captured the whole process, and according to the license plate number, the victim has been identified as Noda Jiro, president of a financial corporation. The two motorcycle assassins threw a remote-controlled bomb into the car and detonated it."
"How despicable." Aoyama Xiu Xin frowned.
Two assassins, even if they were looking for scapegoats, they’d need to find two! Throwing a bomb and remote detonation, couldn’t a single person do such a simple task? Isn’t that purely adding to the difficulty and intensity of their police work?
Damn hooligans! No consideration for their hard work, choosing the middle of the night for the cri, compelling him to leave Nakamori Akina in bed because of a call from Renping Kuniaki to rush to the scene, always simring with irritation.
Murder by bombing doesn’t always result in justice.
But Mr. Aoyama had to work overti through the night because of it; that was unforgivable, the culprits must be caught and dealt a heavy blow!
"Gang criminality on the main road, brazenly using bombs for murder, rampant! Atrocious! Mr. Aka Hon, you must catch them!" Aoyama Xiu Xin said sternly.
Chi Ben Xinzhang instantly stood at attention, "Sir!"
He realized that this ti Aoyama Xiu Xin was serious about law enforcent to catch the criminals; otherwise there was no need to say such things with only colleagues on the scene, suddenly feeling a great pressure.
Just then, many vehicles suddenly arrived, and nurous journalists rushed to the cri scene, eagerly starting to take photos from a distance.
"Stop them! Keep them outside the police tape!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin imdiately ordered, muttering to himself, "How do these guys always get news so fast?"
"Police Chief, it must be the clues provided by local residents. There’s a reward for news tips that get used," Chi Ben Xinzhang explained.
Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly realized; in this way, every citizen was an informant for the dia, no wonder the journalists always show up on ti at various cri scenes.
"Police Chief Aoyama, does your presence here an that this explosion was man-made?"
"Was the victim a governnt official?"
"Have you found any useful clues at the scene?"
The journalists, already accustod to being stopped by the police, were pressing Aoyama Xiu Xin from outside the human wall.
Aoyama Xiu Xin walked over, with a stern face, he spoke to the crowd of journalists from behind the police line, "Based on the surveillance footage of the scene, this was indeed a man-made explosion, a preditated murder! Moreover, the victim was not a governnt official, just an ordinary citizen."
"With explosions occurring one after another, Police Chief Aoyama, what is your opinion? Does this signify that public security is deteriorating?"
"With economic downturn and cri rates surging, indeed there is a trend of worsening public security, but our police force will also adopt the most stringent attitude to crack down on cri and curb this trend! Please trust the governnt, there’s no need to panic, we won’t let criminals disrupt the normal lives of citizens," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.
"May I ask Police Chief Aoyama..."
"Sorry." Aoyama Xiu Xin pretended to look at his watch, raised his head and said, "I must rush back to the Police Headquarters for a eting about tonight’s event."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he bowed and turned to leave.
What damn eting? It was so late, if there was to be a eting it would be in the morning. He was just making an excuse to leave.
His presence at the scene was ant to demonstrate the Warning Hall’s emphasis on such a major case.
And to handle any potential queries from journalists.
Now it was ti for him to make his exit; Chi Ben Xinzhang would handle the detailed investigation, Aoyama Xiu Xin wouldn’t be deeply involved.
By the ti he got back to Yehua Yiren’s house, Nakamori Akina had already fallen into a deep sleep. Her hair was a disheveled ss, her upper body was naked, not big but beautifully shaped bosoms rhythmically rose and fell with her breathing.
Her long legs, sheathed in black stockings, stood in stark contrast to the fair skin of her upper body. The stockings had been torn to shreds before Aoyama Xiu Xin left for the cri scene, a masterpiece of his, with a broad view and lush underwater growth.
In her sleep, she occasionally furrowed her brows, seemingly caught in a nightmare, making her delicate appearance even more endearing.
"Slap!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin went forward and slapped on her round backside, appreciating the ripple effect.
"Ahh!" Nakamori Akina woke up, groggily protesting, "Ow, what are you doing~"
"Get up and work overti. Finish what I didn’t do before I left." Aoyama Xiu Xin stripped and climbed into bed.
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