In the evening, as a gentle breeze stirred, dusk approached and the horizon was dyed orange-red. Flocks of birds swept across the sky.
At the edge of the rooftop, Aoyama Xiu Xin leaned against the railing with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, gazing into the distance. The red tie on his chest fluttered in the wind, like a waving flag.
"Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~"
Footsteps sounded from behind. Xiu Xin turned around upon hearing them, and saw Nozaki Cang Jian approaching.
At this mont, Cang Jian no longer looked unkempt as he had before; he had tidied his hair and shaved, appearing several years younger, but his nonchalant temperant hadn’t changed much.
"What do you want to see for?" Xiu Xin asked.
He had just received a phone call. The second internal eting of the Xiongcheng Association had just ended, so he declared it adjourned and arranged to et Cang Jian at their usual place.
Cang Jian replied softly, "I wanted to report on the progress of my work. I’ve recently co in contact with a gang that’s planning to rob an armored cash transport vehicle. I’m following up on it. It looks like they’re planning to make a move in the next few days."
"Oh?" Xiu Xin’s interest perked up. He pulled out a cigarette and tossed it to him, saying, "This case isn’t small. If you crack it, you’ll definitely be credited for a rit. You have to be diligent, think of every possible way to infiltrate the gang."
The reason he had conned Cang Jian into giving up his police identity to go undercover was precisely for this—to use him to create opportunities for glory for himself, who was no longer often on the front lines.
Xiu Xin was in no rush. He wished there was a case to break every day to keep his na constantly active in the newspapers, continuously establishing his image to the public as the detective who solves every case.
Over ti, his word would beco the absolute authority in investigations, to the point that if he said soone was the culprit, the public would believe that person was the culprit.
No one would question him.
And certainly, no one would dare to question him!
Maintaining such a high-efficiency in solving cases was in itself a miracle. For soone like him who created miracles, even if he was specially promoted and held a high position at a young age, the public would find it justified.
"Hey!" Cang Jian caught the cigarette, lit it, and exhaled clouds of smoke, promising, "I’ll do my best."
"Let know if there’s any news." Xiu Xin stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and then walked off passing by him.
Cang Jian stood there for a while, his expression uncertain, until he finished the cigarette in his hand before leaving.
He returned to a house in Shinjuku District.
Inside, four n of various builds, previously just idling and chatting, all fell silent and stood up to bow as a greeting when they saw Cang Jian enter.
"Boss, you’re back."
"Sit down," Cang Jian gestured slightly.
The n then sat back down. The chubby one pointed to the guns on the table, "Boss, the weapons are here."
"And the car is ready," added the skinny one.
"Everything’s prepared; we just await the east wind," Cang Jian said with a slight smile, looking at the four n, "As long as we pull off this job, everyone will be set for life. We’ll drink the strongest booze and have the wildest girls!"
"Hey!" The four n responded excitedly.
Cang Jian clapped his hands, "Bring over the map, let’s go over everyone’s tasks one more ti."
He had lied to Xiu Xin just now. It wasn’t that he had contacted a robbery gang, but rather, he had personally organized a gang to rob an armored cash transport vehicle.
Since Cang Jian realized criminal syndicates were cautious and would never let an unknown newcor join, especially soone like him with little notoriety in the industry, it made it impossible for him to infiltrate as an undercover agent.
This day and age, even criminal syndicates required job experience in their recruits, not fresh interns.
Things couldn’t keep dragging on like this.
How else would he make a rit and return to the Police Headquarters for a promotion?
So he changed his approach. Since no gang would take him in, why not recruit a bunch of restless fools, form a gang to commit cris, then sell them out to Xiu Xin? That would do the trick, wouldn’t it?
In this way it was safe; after all, as the gang leader, everyone acted on his orders.
There was no risk of his undercover identity being exposed.
And he could still make a rit.
By pulling off a job and making a na for himself, he could fare better in criminal circles. After his n were caught and only he, the leader, escaped, wouldn’t it prove his prowess?
Later, with enough fa and experience, he could recruit criminals with track records and heavier offenses to follow him and sell them out for an even greater comndation.
Even though this did not comply with regulations.
But he believed that once Xiu Xin tasted success, he would also support him and actively cover up for him, because this was a win-win for both him and Xiu Xin.
The only ones getting hurt were those foolish criminals.
"Boss, after observing for days, we can confirm that the cash transport arrives at the bank every morning at eight o’clock, with two security personnel. The bank will also deploy two ard guards to assist with the cash withdrawal. The nearest police station, given no traffic, would take five minutes to respond in an ergency. We have at most four minutes."
"Four minutes is enough. If things go smoothly, it’ll take just two minutes to finish the job. However, boss, I suggest we try not to kill anyone since we’re just out for money."
"When it’s ti to shoot, you must shoot, especially towards the police. You absolutely cannot hesitate..."
The four n excitedly and nervously discussed, perfecting their robbery plan, completely unaware that their leading boss was actually an undercover cop.
It’s just that Cang Jian’s approach was too unconventional; nobody would ever suspect the gang leader to be an undercover cop.
.........
Night fell, lights flickered on.
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