Chuo Ward, Imperial Pole Society headquarters.
Here, there weren’t many staff on a regular basis; including security, there were only about seven or eight people. But now, the third-floor eting room was packed. The higher-ups sat around the conference table, and so core mbers who were not high-ranking officials stood behind them.
Everyone was panicking, arguing heatedly.
"Mitsuo Mutou isn’t even a mber of our Imperial Pole Society, how could he possibly have any evidence?"
"Yes, I think he’s just spouting nonsense!"
"Could soone be secretly contacting Mitsuo Mutou without everyone knowing?" Sato Yuudou remarked.
The eting room went quiet for a mont.
Even Ishihara Taichiro thought it was a possibility.
They naturally had these doubts as well.
"Chairman, I’m going to the restroom." After lighting a cigarette, Sato Yuudou glanced at his watch, figured it was about ti, and slipped away after making his excuse.
He left the eting room and darted straight into the ladies’ room.
With his departure, the eting room erupted.
"It can’t be true that soone did this, bringing Aum Shinrikyo’s style to the Imperial Pole Society!"
"This is going to kill us all!"
Everyone cast suspicious glances at a few of the more radical senior mbers. Although nobody stated it explicitly, the suspicion on their faces was quite evident.
"Why are you looking at ? You don’t think I did it, do you? Ridiculous! How could I not distinguish right from wrong in such a basic matter? Besides, it’s not even clear if that’s what happened, and you’ve started suspecting your own people, which is ridiculous!"
A radical high-ranking mber exploded, standing up and glaring back at everyone, emotionally speaking.
"You’re right, Sato just ntioned a possibility, there’s no evidence. It could just be Mitsuo Mutou talking nonsense, and now we are in disarray among ourselves, it’s laughable."
"I think the pressing matter is to find out whether Mitsuo Mutou actually holds any so-called evidence."
Several other radicals also spoke out.
"Everyone, please be quiet..." The clamor was giving Ishihara Taichiro a headache, and he raised his hand to signal for silence.
anwhile, more than a dozen police cars with sirens turned off had surrounded the headquarters of the Imperial Pole Society. As the leading car stopped, several police officers jumped out and controlled the confused and unaware guards.
Subsequently, so detectives took charge of the periter blockade, while the heavily ard special assault team, or SWAT, started storming in, clearing each floor.
Nakamura Shinichi followed behind the SWAT team.
Several employees were controlled by the SWAT team before they could make a sound, and ultimately, the SWAT team leading the assault reached the staircase on the third floor.
"No one, safe, move up."
At the team leader’s command, everyone moved stealthily towards the eting room at the end of the third floor.
Upon reaching the eting room door, a SWAT mber skillfully placed a bomb on the door, then detonated it.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the solid wooden doors were blown open, debris flew everywhere, and smoke swirled around.
"Cough, cough, cough! Idiot! What’s going on?"
"Damn, what happened!"
The people in the eting room choked and coughed violently.
"Ah! Police!" The person closest to the door saw what was outside and imdiately scread.
But what responded to him was a barrage of bullets.
"Da da da da da da da da da!"
Amid intense gunfire, screams filled the eting room, and only after more than a minute did the SWAT team leader order a ceasefire. By then, other than the police, no one in the eting room was standing.
Bodies lay scattered, blood sared everywhere, windows shattered, and the conference table and chairs were riddled with bullet holes. So were still gasping for breath, coughing up blood.
Ishihara Taichiro, the chairman of the Imperial Pole Society, was one of the more fortunate ones, slumped in a chair, covering a bullet hole in his chest, his hand soaked in blood, glaring at the fully ard SWAT team in front of him.
"You... you... you..."
He struggled to raise his hand, wanting to say sothing.
At this mont, he had faintly guessed the truth - Aoyama Xiu Xin, it was all Aoyama Xiu Xin.
He had such audacity! Such a ruthless heart!
"Captain, sothing’s not right, looks like none of them resisted, and they have no weapons," one SWAT mber reported uneasily to the captain.
"Bang!" the captain, expressionless, shot Ishihara Taichiro, killing him, and said indifferently, "They were ard, and an intense gunfight broke out between us, eventually killing all the terrorists."
"Hi!" all team mbers replied in unison.
Because this narrative was more favorable for them.
Nakamura Shinichi went to the ladies’ restroom alone.
"Sato Yuudou?" he called softly.
Terrified by the intense gunfire, Sato Yuudou, shivering in the stall, quickly pushed the door open, "Here! I’m here! I’m undercover, one of you, don’t kill , don’t kill ."
"Minister Aoyama instructed us," Nakamura Shinichi said with a gentle smile and calm tone.
Relieved, Sato Yuudou sincerely returned the smile, "Hi! Then let’s get out of here."
"Bang!" Nakamura Shinichi shot him.
Sato Yuudou stumbled, instinctively covering his chest, his face, a picture of disbelief, he heavily fell backward onto the floor.
"Minister Aoyama did instruct, but he ordered that you not be left alive," Nakamura Shinichi said standing over him, then pulled the trigger again.
"Bang!"
Sato Yuudou shuddered and then lay still, dead.
His eyes wide open, he died with a look of disbelief.
Bright red blood soaked through the shirt on his chest.
"Dadadadada..."
Accompanied by hurried and chaotic footsteps, a group of SWAT officers who heard gunshots rapidly entered the won’s restroom.
Shinichi Nakamura naturally put away his gun and said unfazed, "This cunning guy was hiding in the restroom trying to attack , but I killed him."
Though everyone could not figure out how the person lying on the ground, unard, could have attacked Shinichi Nakamura, since the boss said so, that must be the case.
The entire operation lasted less than five minutes, with no casualties among the police who participated, eight suspected terrorists captured, and seventeen terrorists killed.
A complete victory, a triumphant return.
Such a significant achievent naturally needed to be publicized to the public.
At the press conference, Aoyama Xiu Xin, with his hands on the edge of the podium, said emphatically, "Regarding the accusations against Mitsuo Mutou, the police had already acquired solid evidence proving that what he said was true. Tokyo had officially recognized the Imperial Pole Society as a new terrorist organization within our country an hour ago, and upon receiving this information, I imdiately organized police forces to strike against them."
"Half an hour ago, the police organized a raid, and intense gunfire broke out between both sides, ultimately resulting in the successful killing of several terrorists including the Imperial Pole Society’s leader, Ishihara Taro, and the capture of eight suspected terrorists. The police will carefully verify whether they’re indeed involved. This operation resulted in zero casualties on our side."
As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and bowed.
"Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!"
A thunderous applause broke out imdiately.
...................
The next morning, as the news broadcast and the newspapers of the day were sold, all of Japan knew that the Imperial Pole Society had been designated as terrorists and swiftly eradicated.
"Idiot! Mitsuo Mutou was telling the truth after all! These guys died well; the innocent victims they hurt can finally rest in peace."
"It’s always Minister Aoyama, isn’t it? He uprooted them even before the Imperial Pole Society could react."
"Minister Aoyama is not only good at investigating cases, but also at counter-terrorism. Truly a nesis of evil."
The entire nation applauded enthusiastically, and the local population of Hokkaido, deeply impacted by the activities of the Imperial Pole Society, celebrated with joy and open smiles discussing the matter.
"Since Juni Zhongshan has appeared less and Minister Aoyama more, Hokkaido has totally gotten better, starting with the rampant firearms being curbed, and now eliminating a hidden terrorist organization; the public order is getting better!"
"Really, we should give more power to Minister Aoyama, so he can protect more citizens. If Minister Aoyama were the Pri Minister, he would surely lead us out of these hard tis."
"It’s a pity he’s a policeman. If he ever runs for office, I will definitely vote for him, and my wife must vote too, otherwise, I’ll divorce her!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin, through his series of maneuvers, successfully built a high reputation in Hokkaido.
"This guy is too ruthless," thought Asahara Shoko, identified as the Shoe Sect Leader and terrorist leader, shocked. Aoyama Xiu Xin was more extre than he, a radical, more terrifying than he, a terrorist.
That was nearly twenty human lives!
More than all those who had died since the Aum Shinrikyo was established, the Shoe Sect was far behind the police in committing atrocities.
Asahara Shoko thought if Aoyama Xiu Xin could join Aum Shinrikyo, he would be willing to abdicate in his favor.
How could such a person be a policeman?
He’s taken the wrong path!
Naturally born to be a great terrorist!
Alas, a pity he wasn’t nurtured, and grew up crooked.
"Dinglingling! Dinglingling!"
The urgent ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts.
"Moshi Moshi."
"Leader, have you seen the news..."
"I have," Asahara Shoko interrupted.
The caller was the Vice Sect Hierarch of Aum Shinrikyo.
"The police went too far! They destroyed your efforts; we must show them!"
"I have my own plans about this, no need to bring it up again," Asahara Shoko said sternly.
The Vice Sect Hierarch was stunned, sowhat confused, but still managed a "Hi" in response.
After hanging up, Asahara Shoko felt he should et Aoyama Xiu Xin in Hokkaido sooner, after all, kindred spirits are rare, and they would definitely have a lot to talk about.
The Cabinet and Public Security Committee praised the Hokkaido Police for their high efficiency.
And at the center of the storm, Aoyama Xiu Xin was at the hospital, foolishly happy, holding his son.
"Smile for daddy, smile; sister-in-law, look, he smiled, he really smiled!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin joyously lifted his son high.
Aoyama Haruko watched this scene with a light, happy smile, "Be careful, don’t drop him."
"Don’t worry, I would drop myself before I drop him," Aoyama Xiu Xin grinned.
Before the child was born, he believed in "Children have their own fortunes; without them I enjoy my fortune." After the child was born, his ntality completely changed.
He must let our child enjoy fortune! He almost wished he could pluck the stars from the sky to give to him.
It’s clear he is a good father, which explains why so many won love to call him daddy.
"Dinglingling! Dinglingling!"
A series of phone rings sounded.
Aoyama Xiu Xin handed Tianze over to his sister-in-law, picked up the phone, and walked to the window to answer, "Moshi Moshi?"
"Hey, Mr. Aoyama, this is Jas, I’m in Sapporo, can you co out and et?"
Major Jas’s cheerful voice ca through.
But Aoyama Xiu Xin knew his mood wasn’t as cheerful as it sounded, already guessing the other’s purpose—about the thirty thousand US dollars each month.
The news about the fall of the Titan Gang had been out for so long, and yet Jas had just contacted him, able to keep his cool quite well.
"Of course, we are friends; I’ll definitely entertain you," Aoyama Xiu Xin was just as warm as before.
Feeling that Aoyama Xiu Xin’s attitude hadn’t changed, Jas’s tensed heart suddenly relaxed a lot, "How about the sa place as last ti?"
"Sure! I’ll head there right now." After hanging up, Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled, greeted his sister-in-law, and hurried off to et Jas.
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