Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 591 - 486: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes, The Ashtray Takes Another Head_2

Chapter 591: Chapter 486: The Mastermind Behind the Scenes, The Ashtray Takes Another Head_2

"Really... really?" Tang Siqian, who was crying bitterly, stopped abruptly when he heard these words, jerking his head up with a face filled with the joy of a near escape from disaster.

"Really," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a gentle smile, nodding and patiently wiping away the tears with a couple of tissues, "Where there’s a wrong, there’s a culprit. I won’t trouble a businessman like you, but you have to promise me a small favor as the price for my forgiveness."

"Yes! Yes! My lord, just tell me! Not just one request, I would agree to ten, ready to go through fire and water for you, my lord!" Tang Siqian said ecstatically.

His ancestors had served the lord, possessing the related bloodline and talent; the term "my lord" came naturally to him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled and said, "Open your mouth."

"Ah!" Tang Siqian was puzzled, but obediently opened his mouth wide.

Aoyama Xiu Xin reached out to steady his head and whispered, facing him towards the edge of the coffee table, "Here, bite on the edge."

Tang Siqian obediently bit down, straining his eyes to look up at Aoyama Xiu Xin, revealing a flattering smile.

Aoyama Xiu Xin also smiled, gently patting his greasy pig-like face. Then, the smile slowly faded into a gloomy look, and he suddenly burst into action, grabbing the ashtray from the coffee table and smashing it violently against Tang Siqian’s head.

"Bang!"

Tang Siqian, biting the edge of the coffee table, had his teeth knocked out upon impact, his gums torn, lips split open, mouth instantly streaming with blood, trickling down, a chunk of pink tooth root falling out.

This scene was exceedingly bloody.

"Bang!""Bang!""Bang!"

Tang Siqian didn’t even have time to scream before several more blows followed in swift succession. To prevent him from sliding to the floor, Aoyama Xiu Xin, expressionless, considerately clutched the back of his neck with one hand while the other hand, bloodied with the ashtray, continued to ruthlessly strike him in the head.

With each drop of the ashtray, scarlet, warm specks of blood splattered everywhere; Aoyama Xiu Xin’s face and immaculate white shirt were soon spattered with blood.

Yamakawa Ichiro had no expression, standing aside watching, but his two subordinates turned pale, clearly intimidated by Aoyama Xiu Xin’s sudden ferocity.

It wasn’t until Tang Siqian’s head was smashed to a pulp, a bloody, fleshly blur, brain matter mixed with blood oozing out, that Aoyama Xiu Xin finally stopped.

"Clang!" He casually tossed aside the now-red ashtray, breezily exhaled, and waved his hand languidly, "Take it out and get rid of it."

He never forgave the living.

How many people had he killed with an ashtray already?

"Yes!" Yamakawa Ichiro answered, hastily instructing two underlings to take action, taking part in the cleanup himself.

The three of them moved the coffee table aside, then wrapped up the corpse with the rug and two of them carried it out.

See, that’s called professionalism.

Yamakawa Ichiro remained in the living room.

"Suzuki Jiro, your uncle, the Governor of Tokyo, Suzuki Jun, - arrange an ’accident’ to send him off, the faster, the better," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he sat down on the sofa, wiping the bloodstains off his face with a tissue.

Suzuki Jiro doing such a foolish thing definitely did it behind his family’s back, and with Tang Siqian and those two gunmen gone, only he himself knew about it, he naturally wouldn’t dare tell others.

If nobody knew he tried to kill Aoyama Xiu Xin, his death as an accident wouldn’t lead anyone to suspect Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Yamakawa Ichiro immediately responded, "Yes!"

Although the identity of the Governor of Tokyo was intimidating.

But Yamakawa Ichiro had no room to refuse.

"Do it cleanly, very cleanly, leave no trace, even if someone suspects foul play they won’t be able to investigate it," Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed solemnly.

He didn’t want to swallow this insult, nor did he want to get himself in trouble because of it, so he had to act covertly.

Yamakawa Ichiro nodded gravely.

"Rest assured, I am a professional in this matter."

Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand to dismiss him and then called Nakamura Shinichi in the hospital, and said lightly, "Have the gunman commit suicide out of fear of his crimes."

"Understood!" Nakamura Shinichi replied in shock. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Five minutes later, the young gunman lying in the hospital ’jumped’ out of the ward window and died on the spot.

Because, apart from Aoyama Xiu Xin, Nakamura Shinichi had never revealed the identities of the two gunmen to anyone else, so the Police Headquarters didn’t even know those two were the gunmen who had attacked Aoyama Xiu Xin.

What Nakamura Shinichi had told the Police Headquarters was that he had received a tip-off that two armed men had checked into a hotel, so he went to take a look, not expecting to encounter and have his identity exposed to them, which triggered a gunfight.

This story had several loopholes, most notably the source of his firearm used in the exchange of gunfire with the criminals.

However, for the sake of Aoyama Xiu Xin, this was not an issue at all. With a big stroke of the pen, it was changed to him using his service pistol in the firefight with the criminals. As for why he was carrying his service pistol while on vacation, that’s something to ask the Hokkaido Police—perhaps there was some secret mission?

Therefore, after the ’fall’ of the young gunman, the Police Headquarters simply concluded the case as suicide due to fear of punishment.

After all, a person willing to engage in a firefight with the police certainly must have been involved in some serious crime, and not wanting to implicate deeper connections, chose to commit suicide—it was entirely reasonable.

As for the kidnapping of Tang Siqian, the owner of Shinjuku Mingyue Teahouse, in broad daylight by members of the Yamakawa Family, even though his family had reported the incident, the Shinjuku Police Station hadn’t even registered a case, because the core territory of the Yamakawa Family was in Shinjuku, and they had never failed to send local specialities to the Shinjuku Police Station.

Take the money, do the job.

Moreover, everyone knew that the backbone of the Yamakawa Family was Chief of Police Aoyama, and the one missing was a Chinese person who had naturalized in Japan, and furthermore, he didn’t have a very high social status or prominence, so it was even less likely to be taken seriously.

.........

That evening, when Suzuki Jiro tried to call Tang Siqian again to urge progress, he found that the call would not go through.

"Damn it!"

After failing several times, he cursed under his breath with some irritation, a flurry of thoughts crossing his mind, such as Tang Siqian running away because he feared Aoyama Xiu Xin, or that Tang Siqian had lost his phone...

In any case, he didn’t consider the possibility that the matter had been exposed.

After all, there had been no news reports of any progress on Aoyama Xiu Xin’s shooting incident, which indicated that the two gunmen were still at large and had not been caught.

After all, for such a major case, if there had been any breakthrough, the police would have urgently convened a press conference.

Since even the lowest level gunmen had not been caught,

it was even less possible for the investigation to reach Tang Siqian.

Suzuki Jiro hung up the phone, went to sleep holding the photo of Yoshino Hazuki, and decided to try calling again the next morning. If he still couldn’t get through, he would go to the teahouse to look for him.

Even though Suzuki Tarou had put him under house arrest.

But Suzuki Tarou couldn’t possibly watch him personally at home all the time. If he was determined to go out, how could the servants and bodyguards at home dare to stop him?

"Hezi, I will definitely avenge you."

Suzuki Jiro muttered to himself and then tenderly planted a gentle kiss on the photograph.

It was just short of drilling a hole in the frame and making it a nightly ritual.

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