The police officer imdiately began preparing to take notes.
Mrs. Chunshan remained silent for a mont before slowly speaking.
"My husband had lung cancer and the doctor said he wouldn’t live more than six months. So when a big shot like Akben Hero ca to us with money, my husband didn’t hesitate to sell his life for the future well-being of and our children after his death."
"He intentionally got hit by your car as per Akben Hero’s plan and refused inspection and compensation before leaving the scene. Then he took pills to commit suicide, but the hospital issued a death certificate stating he died of internal bleeding."
"I didn’t want to cooperate with Akben Hero, I really didn’t, sob sob sob, but I had to cherish the money my husband sacrificed his life for, so I agreed to falsify charges against you."
"I was wrong, sob sob sob, I really was wrong..."
Mrs. Chunshan covered her face, crying inconsolably, tears streaming down her face as she repeatedly banged her forehead on the table.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Chunshan. I am sorry for what you have endured, but I have no sympathy. Until the autopsy results are out, you and your child will stay in Sapporo."
Aoyama Xiu Xin said emotionlessly.
Once the autopsy results were released, the police headquarters would hold a press conference to announce the findings and Mrs. Chunshan’s testimony, which would clear most of the suspicions against him.
The reason only most suspicions were cleared was that he anticipated Akben Jiancheng would surely bribe so dia to question the autopsy and testimony and continue slandering him.
Nevertheless, that was of little consequence, as it was legally proven that Chunshan Kong’s death was unrelated to Aoyama Xiu Xin. On the contrary, the police headquarters could use this to initiate an investigation into the Akahone Family. Regardless of whether they could find any evidence, it would definitely cause trouble for them.
"Arrange a place for her and her child to stay and assign soone to protect them tightly," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed the officer taking notes, then stood up to report the interrogation results to Oda Take and Fujimoto Takayoshi.
"Good, good, good! Relax now, everything should be okay," Fujimoto Takayoshi exhaled in relief.
Aoyama Xiu Xin bowed deeply to Oda Take and thanked him, "Thanks to Minister Oda, if you hadn’t brought back Chunshan Kong’s body and his family, this trouble wouldn’t have been resolved so quickly."
"It’s also because Mr. Aoyama has his own good fortune that made my trip to Asahikawa go smoothly," Oda Take modestly chuckled, then continued, "Besides, we are all on the sa side. When you’re in trouble, I should naturally help however I can."
Aoyama Xiu Xin said nothing more, just bowed again, showing a deep sense of unspoken gratitude.
Of course, gratitude was one thing, but that did not prevent him from eyeing Oda Take’s position.
However, the thod of ascent must change, from ousting him to either transferring him away or promoting him.
Fujimoto Takayoshi said, "Mr. Aoyama, you must be both physically and ntally exhausted today. Now that the hardest part is over, you should go ho and rest assured. Let’s wait for the autopsy result."
"Hey! I hope the Minister and Minister Oda can also leave work early, take care of your health, and not work too hard," Aoyama Xiu Xin said before turning and leaving.
.........
Asahikawa City.
The Akahone Family mansion was brightly lit.
Akben Jiancheng and his wife, Akben Hero and his wife, and Akimoto Hidekazu’s wife were sitting around the dining table eating dinner.
Due to the recent events, everyone was in low spirits so the table was very quiet.
The atmosphere was sowhat oppressive and heavy.
What they didn’t know was that three cars with fake license plates had already stopped on a street not far from the mansion.
"Our only goal today is to kill everyone in the mansion except the servants. Whoever stands in our way will fall. The nearest police station is a five-minute drive from here; we only have three minutes to use."
Fujimoto Ryosuke said calmly, holding a communicator.
"Understood."
A series of responses ca through the communicator.
Fujimoto Ryosuke pulled down the bandit hat he wore on his head, hiding his face, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible, casually grabbing a rusty AK rifle next to him, and said, "Move out!"
Crossing oceans to deal with criminals, they naturally brought heavy weapons just in case, and now they were using these weapons against the Akahone Family mbers.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
Accompanied by the roaring engine noise, the three cars started simultaneously and headed straight for the Akahone Family mansion.
The leading car charged directly at the big iron gate.
The glaring light made the bodyguard squint, and he shouted, "Stop the car! Quick, stop the car!"
Seeing the car approaching rapidly, the bodyguard panicked, retreating while reaching for the walkie-talkie at his waist.
"Clang!"
With a loud crash, the lead car smashed directly through the gate, hitting a bodyguard who had just taken out a walkie-talkie, and then skidding to a stop.
The two cars following behind also rushed into the courtyard.
As soon as the cars ca to a halt, the doors opened, and eight n wearing bandit hats and holding various firearms jumped out, pulling their triggers at the bodyguards who ca running at the sound.
"Ratatatat!"
The two bodyguards at the front imdiately scread and fell, while the others stopped in their tracks, exchanged glances, and then turned and ran without hesitation.
Their salaries were high, but not high enough to take bullets for their employer.
"Two of you stay outside, the rest follow ," Fujimoto Ryosuke ordered, charging into the mansion with five of his n following closely.
The mont the crash echoed, the diners inside the mansion were alard. Akimoto Hidekazu had just stood up to check what was happening when he heard gunfire.
Everyone’s face changed dramatically, but before they could react, Fujimoto Ryosuke had already stord into the living room with his n, all guns blazing.
"Ah!"
The won and children scread in terror, dropping their utensils and ducking or crawling under the tables.
"Who are you..." Akimoto Hidekazu asked, equally stunned and angry, yet struggling to maintain composure.
"Ratatatat!" Fujimoto Ryosuke didn’t say another word and fired a burst of bullets, multiple bloody holes suddenly appearing on Akimoto Hidekazu as he fell convulsing, eyes wide with shock.
The only part of Fujimoto Ryosuke’s face that was visible showed his eyes fierce and nacing, as he said, "Kill everyone except the children."
"These won co from no ordinary families; keeping them could lead to them seeking revenge for their husbands. Since they’ve shared their husbands’ lives, they should share their deaths."
"Wait..." Akahone Jiancheng, recovering from the shock of seeing his son suddenly killed, tried to negotiate.
Fujimoto Ryosuke emotionlessly turned his gun.
"Ratatat!"
Shots fired, n fell.
"Ratatatat! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After a series of gunfire, except for the children’s loud cries, no one in the Akahone Family could stand.
Blood spattered everywhere.
Akahone Jiancheng was gasping on the ground, not yet dead, blood bubbling from his mouth.
"You go on ahead," Fujimoto Ryosuke ordered without turning back, walked up to Akahone Jiancheng with his gun ready, looking down on him, "Mr. Aoyama, being a police officer, has many reservations and cannot use such brute force against you, but I have no such concerns."
Akahone Jiancheng’s eyes widened in shock, emotionally trying to speak, but only a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He could never have imagined, Aoyama Xiu Xin, a police officer, having such a ruthless friend, let alone that he would take up arms to exterminate his entire family for Aoyama Xiu Xin.
Status, money, power—all seed incredibly fragile at that mont, easily torn apart by bullets.
"Goodnight," Fujimoto Ryosuke said as he aid his gun at his body, gave a slight smile, and pulled the trigger.
"Ratatatata..."
With the trembling gun muzzle, Akahone Jiancheng’s body also shuddered, blood gushing out.
"Click!"
The clear sound of an empty chamber rang out, and after confirming the gun was empty, Fujimoto Ryosuke turned and walked away.
Akahone Jiancheng lay on the ground with dozens of bullet holes, his clothes soaked red with blood, resembling a blood gourd, his eyes wide open in death.
Three won’s corpses lay around the dining table; they had only been shot twice, and so, relatively speaking, died more dignified.
A five or six-year-old child and a baby were crying loudly on the floor, their tender faces also splattered with blood, their cries piercing, the sll of blood pungent.
"Wahhh—waahhh—waahhh—"
As the sound of police sirens began, Fujimoto Ryosuke and his gang were already speeding towards Kobayashi Pier.
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