Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 586 - 482: Nakamura Shinichi Takes Action, The Land Guard’s Major Steward
Chapter 586: Chapter 482: Nakamura Shinichi Takes Action, The Land Guard’s Major Steward
Xiu Xin Aoyama had just returned to Tokyo when he was shot, and the Police Headquarters naturally took the matter very seriously. Renping Kuniaki issued instructions on the morning of the news broadcast, ordering the Criminal Department to apprehend the assailant as quickly as possible, as an accountability to the citizens and to their former boss, Xiu Xin Aoyama.
As the Director of the Criminal Affairs Department and the fiancée of Xiu Xin Aoyama, Asai Ayumi naturally took this matter to heart.
The entire Tokyo police force was mobilized.
Various Violent Gangs were also stirred up, after all, Police Chief Aoyama had always been their eternal friend! They also feared this event might bring about indiscriminate police crackdowns.
Of course, all of this seemed unrelated to Suzuki Tarou, who was already standing at the Nakamura family’s doorstep, taking a deep breath and pressing the doorbell.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
A moment later, the door opened, and Nakamura Shinichi’s condition startled Suzuki Tarou; after all, he expected a man who had suffered such a blow to be utterly dispirited, if not completely devastated.
Yet the Nakamura Shinichi in front of him, aside from having bloodshot eyes and dark circles, looked clean-cut and didn’t even have a hint of stubble.
"You are...?" As he was caught off guard, Nakamura Shinichi looked at him with a questioning gaze, unsure of his identity.
Suzuki Tarou came back to his senses and bowed respectfully, "Detective Nakamura, my name is Suzuki Tarou. My younger brother, Suzuki Jiro, did something dishonorable and disgraceful to our family’s name and has been confined at home for reflection. I am here to offer an apology on his behalf, and the Suzuki family is deeply sorry for the harm done to you."
After speaking, he bowed even deeper.
"I accept Mr. Suzuki’s apology. The place is a bit of a mess, so I won’t invite you in. I hope to forget this matter as soon as possible and start a new life," Nakamura Shinichi responded with a sullen face and a nonchalant tone.
He had listened to Xiu Xin Aoyama’s words and showed no outward signs of hatred or rage, though he also didn’t give any warm welcomes, as that could raise suspicions.
Suzuki Tarou was not surprised by Nakamura Shinichi’s reaction, guessing that Xiu Xin Aoyama must have pressured Nakamura Shinichi to settle this matter. He could also understand the other’s aloofness, "I am truly sorry, and I only hope that these items can compensate for the harm done to you."
With that, he took out a new bank card from his briefcase and handed it over, adding, "The PIN is written on the surface of the card."
"This is what I’m owed," Nakamura Shinichi snatched the card and then slammed the door shut with a clang.
Watching the closed door, Suzuki Tarou smiled indifferently and left without looking back.
The world is so merciless; if they are willing to apologize, those who are hurt must accept it.
If they are unwilling to apologize, then those who are hurt surely suffer deeper wounds in every respect.
Driving away, he did not see Nakamura Shinichi’s grim face at the second-floor window behind him, the bank card in his hand bent out of shape.
He didn’t care how much money was in the card, because money was not a high priority for him at the moment.
But he would keep the card and, once he had taken his revenge on the Suzuki family, he would return it as compensation.
Nakamura Shinichi took a deep breath to soothe his raging emotions, pulled a gun loaded with bullets from the closet and tucked it behind his waist, then headed out. Now, he had to catch the gunman who shot Xiu Xin Aoyama!
Although he had resigned from Police Headquarters, his connections in both the criminal and legitimate spheres of Tokyo from over the years were still strong.
This gave him the confidence to investigate on his own.
Nakamura Shinichi followed his old memories to an apartment building and knocked on the door of Room 1705.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
No response.
"Knock, knock, knock!" "Knock, knock, knock!"
Nakamura Shinichi knocked a few more times with added force.
"Seibal!" A genuine Korean curse came from inside, followed by an annoyed man’s voice, "Who is it? What do you want? Don’t bother me!"
"Mr. Park, you have a letter," Nakamura Shinichi feigned to be a postal worker delivering mail, speaking indifferently.
Then the sound of the door being unlocked could be heard, but as soon as a small gap opened, a pudgy, shirtless middle-aged man peeked out only to immediately attempt to shut the door again.
But Nakamura Shinichi was ready for this move, kicked the door with force, and as the door swung open, the middle-aged man also toppled over.
Nakamura Shinichi stepped in and shut the door behind him.
"Ouch, Mr. Nakamura, long time no see. It’s not nice to be so rough with a friend; that really hurt," the middle-aged man said, grimacing in pain while rubbing his chest.
Nakamura Shinichi responded with a feigned smile, "Is shutting out a friend at the door a nice gesture?"
The middle-aged man, known as Park Guochang, was a Korean who had escaped to Japan after committing a crime and had been thriving amongst the Japanese and Koreans in Tokyo, surviving on his silver tongue and lack of scruples, occasionally engaging in organizing work for wayward women, thus leading a successful life. freewebnoveℓ.com
Because of the sensitive nature of his job, he was particularly well-informed, hence he also moonlighted as an information broker.
Because he had once been ensnared by Nakamura Shinichi upon his arrival in Korea and coerced into acting as an informant, he thought he was free once the other had moved to Hokkaido but didn’t expect to be sought out again.
"I just went to bed in the early hours, I was groggy and didn’t recognize you, thought you might be an enemy," Park Guochang said with a sheepish grin, got up from the floor, and cleared off the sofa, "Mr. Nakamura, please, take a seat."
Looking at the stained sofa, Nakamura Shinichi showed a look of disgust, pulled up a dining chair to sit down, and lifted his chin to ask, "My boss, Aoyama Xiu Xin, was shot last night. Do you have anything you can tell me?"
"Aoyama, the Chief of Police, was shot?" Park Guochang showed a look of astonishment, then spread his hands helplessly, "I said I didn’t sleep until the early hours, I didn’t even have time to watch the news this morning, how would I know about this?"
"Well now you know, I want information by tonight," said Nakamura Shinichi, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
That’s why Park Guochang didn’t even have time to hide when he saw Nakamura Shinichi, his voice full of frustration and helplessness, "Boss, someone dared to shoot even the Police Chief Aoyama, the kind of person who is either the employer or the gunman is a tough character, where can I find you information in half a day? Aren’t you making things difficult for me?"
"Making things difficult for you?" Nakamura Shinichi smiled, then his smile faded, and his face became expressionless, "It would be making things difficult for you if I had you arrested for your organization’s silver trading, gun sales, and smuggling assistance! Now look into my eyes and say it again, am I making things difficult for you?"
Listening to the naked threat and warning, Park Guochang helplessly punched the ground in anger.
"Fine, I’ll do my best, but if I really can’t catch any wind of this, chopping me into meat sauce is useless," Park Guochang said loudly, his neck stiff.
Nakamura Shinichi could not deny this and stood up to leave, "I’ve always trusted your survival instinct."
He still had to visit a few other informants.
He couldn’t stay in Tokyo for long, so he had to see the matter through as quickly as possible.
"Bang!"
Hearing the heavy sound of the door closing, Park Guochang cursed, and gave the door the finger.
Then he quickly went to wash up, get dressed, and went out to gather information. After all, Nakamura Shinichi’s backer had been shot; he definitely meant business, and if he didn’t deliver by twelve o’clock, there would certainly be no good juice to drink.
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The whole country was abuzz over the shooting, but Aoyama Xiu Xin, the epicenter of the storm, was heading to the Land Guard Staff Headquarters as if nothing had happened, since the Staff Chief from the North and other high-ranking officials were in Tokyo.
The headquarters of the North Staff Organization in Sapporo Central District, located in the Sapporo Garrison, is responsible for Hokkaido’s entire defense and guard tasks as well as disaster dispatches.
It commands two divisions and two brigades, with a total of 28 garrisons, 10 sub-garrisons, and 4 local cooperative headquarters under its jurisdiction. The only armored division of the Ground Self-Defense Force, the 7th Armored Division, also falls under the jurisdiction of the Northern Headquarters.
Currently, the entire Northern Force has nearly 40,000 people, 400 tanks, and 200 artillery pieces.
As the force with Japan’s only armored division, whether Aoyama Xiu Xin could realize his wish to drive a tank through the streets depended on them.
Just the day before yesterday, entering the Staff Headquarters required a stop for inspection, but today, as soon as his car reached the gate, the guard opened it and saluted, ushering him in.
It was good that Aoyama Xiu Xin’s position was low, and not so many people were watching his every move; otherwise, constantly going to the military would be a matter of concern.
It was still the same small building as the night before, but this time there were not so many people inside, just Ito Sei and two middle-aged men a few years younger than him.
"Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives," Ito Sei pointed at Aoyama Xiu Xin and laughed, saying to the two military-dressed middle-aged men, "The god of wealth of our Land Guard is here."
"General Ito is too kind. I’m not any god of wealth, I’m just the steward of the Land Guard, using your money to make money," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied with a modest laugh and bowed to the other two middle-aged men, "I’m a bit unfamiliar with these two generals."
"Let me introduce you, this one is Ueda Hikaru, the North Division’s Staff Chief Land General," Ito Sei first introduced the corpulent, florid-faced middle-aged man, then pointed to another slightly thinner literary-appearing middle-aged man wearing glasses and continued, "This one is the General of the North Staff Organization and the Commander of the Sapporo Garrison, Fushan Yingzhao Land General. You all serve our country in Sapporo, and you should interact more in the future."
"Hello! General Ueda, General Fushan, I’d be pleased to have your guidance in the future!" Aoyama bowed again.
The two men reservedly returned the bow, and Fushan Yingzhao made a joking remark, "We should be the ones shamelessly asking Aoyama-san to take more care of us. After all, there really isn’t much we can do for you, it’s quite embarrassing!"
"Who can tell what will happen in the future? Mutual care, mutual care," Aoyama Xiu Xin said.
The General Supervisor called Ueda Hikaru who was far from looking handsome, laughed, "Aoyama-san is right, who can predict the future, we’ll see as we go, there will always be occasions where you can use us, and I certainly won’t refuse!"
To Aoyama Xiu Xin, a youth with both background and capability who could also lead everyone to make money, although the two were generals, they also showed much politeness.
From how quickly they ran to Tokyo to divide the spoils, it was clear they were both fond of money.
And Aoyama Xiu Xin had talent, and even more so, money!
With money as the bond, after a few drinks, Aoyama Xiu Xin and these two Hokkaido military bigwigs instantly became arm-in-arm friends.
At least on the surface, it appeared that way.
The topics ranged from poetry and beauty to domestic and international politics, when several men got together, aside from the topic of women, it definitely revolved around politics.
Although it was veiled, both Ueda Hikaru and Fushan Yingzhao expressed dissatisfaction with the current low status of the Land Guard, and both were hawkish warmongers.
The main reason was that once a war broke out, the military expenses would increase, and their status and influence would also rise.
Aoyama Xiu Xin was pleased with their stance.
The more dissatisfied and warlike they were, the more they wanted change, and the more willing they were to risk it all. The chances they would follow him in staging an armed election in the future would also be greater.
Without taking risks and just drifting along conforming to the norm, he estimated he would have to be fifty years old to become Prime Minister—a fifty-year-old Prime Minister, who would have to diligently maintain power after assuming office. How many years could he enjoy it?
That was assuming things went smoothly; if not, he might never get the chance to be Prime Minister in this lifetime.
He couldn’t wait, which is why he was keen to mobilize the military once the conditions were right, to drive tanks on the streets for election, to help the old gentlemen in Congress make the right vote with bullets, and to hold supreme power by himself!
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