Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister Chapter 598 - 492: Fujin’s Death, Fury, Coming Together2

The slap was mighty and heavy; the police cap was sent flying before the officer crumpled to the ground. Ignoring the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, he quickly scrambled up and stood at attention, bowing deeply.

Suddenly, everyone in the hallway fell dead silent.

"You took a bribe, didn’t you? You weren’t watching him at all!" Aoyama Xiu Xin demanded harshly.

This was the prevailing attitude among the Hokkaido police.

It was an environnt nurtured by Fujimoto Takayoshi.

Yet the officer still stubbornly claid, "No, I just stepped out to the restroom, I only..."

"Smack!" Aoyama Xiu Xin delivered another slap, his gaze icy as he looked at Nakamura Shinichi and ordered, word by word, "Strip him of his uniform and kick him out!"

He didn’t care about their corruption and bribery, but he absolutely couldn’t tolerate it affecting his work.

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi was equally under imnse pressure.

Without looking back, Aoyama Xiu Xin stord out, bellowing, "Pull up the family visit surveillance footage!"

"Yes, sir!" Soone imdiately dashed off to fulfill the order.

"Chief of Police Aoyama! I’m innocent! I really didn’t take a bribe! It was just a montary oversight! Please give another chance!" The junior officer, whose job had slipped away for just a few thousand dollars, was in complete despair, trying to follow and beg for rcy.

But Nakamura Shinichi kicked him down and, standing on the officer’s chest, cursed through clenched teeth, "Bastard!"

It was one thing to dig his own grave, but it was another to drag Shinichi down with him.

"Soone strip him of his uniform and sidearm."

"Yes, sir!" A few people rushed forward imdiately.

"No, please! I beg you, don’t!" The junior officer struggled in despair and fear, trying to stop his forr colleagues, but it was utterly useless. The mont his uniform was stripped away, wads of US dollars scattered on the floor.

Because he was on duty tonight and hadn’t been ho, the money he had received during the day was still on him.

Watching this scene, Nakamura Shinichi burst into laughter out of frustration and, without a word, turned and left.

Only the remorseful and bribed officer was left in the holding cell, his cries and pleas tearing through the air.

The day’s surveillance footage was quickly retrieved.

Standing in front of the screen, Aoyama Xiu Xin leaned forward and scrutinized it from the mont Mrs. Fujii entered with her two children, trying not to miss any detail.

"Can you make the sound any louder?" He noticed that Fujii seed to say sothing when Mrs. Fujii sat in his lap, but the sound was too faint to hear clearly.

The technician replied, "Reporting to Chief of Police Aoyama, the volu is already at its maximum."

Aoyama Xiu Xin felt a little helpless. After watching once, he asked the technician to replay the segnt where Mrs. Fujii sat on Fujii’s lap multiple tis, but the video recording was too blurred to see how Fujii’s lips were moving; even lip reading was impossible.

"Chief, during the interrogation today, Fujii claid that he took on all the charges considering his family, so his suicide must also be for the sa reason," Nakamura Shinichi ventured cautiously.

Aoyama Xiu Xin sensed he had more to say, "Just speak your mind."

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi, determined to redeem himself, put his brain to work and tentatively said, "Soone cautious and skeptical like Fujii, who also values his family, would he really trust Panasonic Toyoshige? Despite being ready to face everything alone and impending death, Panasonic Toyoshige was eager to push him to suicide. Doesn’t it chill his heart? Doesn’t it make him doubt Panasonic Toyoshige’s character? Isn’t he afraid that after his death, the other party might betray him? So I think he definitely must have left so kind of safety asure, and those few whispered words he shared with his wife might be related to that."

"At this point, we’re just grasping at straws," Aoyama Xiu Xin thought there might be so truth in it and, after speaking, he gave Nakamura Shinichi a serious instruction, "Don’t let down again."

"Yes, sir!" Nakamura Shinichi bowed solemnly and said, "I will head to the Fujii’s house right away."

Aoyama Xiu Xin checked his watch; it was already past two in the morning. Too lazy to go ho, he decided to catch up on so sleep in his office and wait for Nakamura Shinichi’s news.

......

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

At the sa ti, in a white van with heavily tinted windows parked diagonally across from the Fujii house, two young n who had been conserving their energy were awoken by the ringing of the phone.

"Mosi, Mosi?" one of them, a youth with a mole between his eyebrows, answered groggily.

On the other end, Muraoka, who had not slept all night and had already learned of Fujii’s suicide, spoke indifferently, "The police will be leaving shortly. As soon as they’re gone, move in imdiately, and rember, do not harm the child. Make the scene look like a ho invasion and murder."

"Aye!" Hearing his boss’s voice, the man with the beauty mark imdiately woke up, replying with the utmost respect.

After hanging up, Muraoka looked towards Panasonic Toyoshige.

Panasonic Toyoshige closed his eyes and let out a long breath, "Fujii, don’t bla ."

"Get up, we’re about to go!" the man with the beauty mark put down the phone, waking up his side-parted companion, "Hurry up, the police are about to leave."

At 2:20 AM, Nakamura Shinichi drove up to the Fujii’s house. The two policen in a patrol car at the door imdiately got out to investigate when they saw a car approaching, but upon seeing that it was Nakamura Shinichi, they promptly saluted.

"Thank you for your hard work, you’ll be able to finish soon," Nakamura Shinichi returned the salute, then walked to the door of the Fujii house and pressed the doorbell.

The two gunn in the white van watched this scene with perplexity, "Sothing seems off."

"I’ll make a call and ask." The man with the beauty mark imdiately redialed Muraoka, eyeing the scene at the Fujii house, "Boss, things aren’t as you said. Not only has the police car at the door not left, but it seems a higher-ranking officer has just arrived and is currently ringing the bell at the target’s house."

"What?" Muraoka, who had been starting to doze off, instantly woke up with a startled expression on his face.

Nakamura Shinichi also began to feel tense.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Fujii had just died, and the police going to the Fujii house in the middle of the night to find Mrs. Fuji couldn’t be just to inform her of his death, right? If it was just for that reason, the two policen at Fujii’s door could have taken care of it.

And there was a possibility he hoped against hope wasn’t true—that sothing about Fujii’s ti alone with Mrs. Fuji seed amiss, prompting the police to have the sa suspicions as him, which is why they went to Mrs. Fuji’s house in the middle of the night.

"Boss, boss? The policeman went inside."

At this mont, the voice of the man with the beauty mark rang out again.

Panasonic Toyoshige took a deep breath, a glint of cruelty flashing in his eyes, and snatched the phone from Muraoka’s hand gravely saying, "You two hold off for now, keep watch, and if that officer cos out carrying sothing, stealthily follow him, kill him, and bring whatever he’s carrying, I’ll reward you handsoly!"

He didn’t dare to take a gamble, just as he didn’t dare bet Fujii wouldn’t betray him, nor did he dare bet Mrs. Fuji didn’t have any evidence of him partaking in cris...

"Ah!" The beauty mark and side-parted man were both startled, feeling a bit shaky, "You want us to kill... kill a cop? And who are you exactly? Where’s the boss?"

Killing a regular person and killing a police officer were two very different concepts.

"Do as he says," Muraoka interjected in ti.

"I’ll give you three million dollars after the job is done and get you out of the country," Panasonic Toyoshige promised.

The beauty mark and side-parted man exchanged looks, both tempted, "Alright, we agree, but it’s not about the money, it’s to repay the boss’s kindness."

"Thank you," Panasonic Toyoshige said sincerely.

As a cri boss of an organ trafficking syndicate that had been entrenched in Hokkaido for years, his go-to for dirty work was Fujii. Now that Fujii and his n were gone, the gunn working for him tonight were found by Muraoka.

Occasionally, Muraoka would defend so suspects involved in criminal cases for free. Once these people were released, they would beco his blades when needed.