Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 593 - 488: The Death of the Undercover Cop, Outsmarted by His Own Cleverness

Chapter 593: Chapter 488: The Death of the Undercover Cop, Outsmarted by His Own Cleverness

Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, "What’s the matter?"

"I’ve lost contact with the undercover officer I arranged at the food factory," Nakamura Shinichi said solemnly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin raised an eyebrow, his expression growing serious, "When was this discovered?"

When an undercover goes missing, it often spells bad news.

"Last night. The last time I contacted him was two days ago. At that time, he said that after observing, he felt something was off about the office building in the food factory and planned to find a chance to sneak inside. I reminded him to be cautious. By dawn, I couldn’t contact him anymore, and this morning it was confirmed he was completely unreachable," Nakamura Shinichi unconsciously clenched his fist.

Being temporarily unreachable might be an accident, but not being able to contact him all night could only mean the worst.

Aoyama Xiu Xin’s expression fluctuated, knowing an undercover wouldn’t lose contact without reason. If this occurred, it could only mean danger, and an undercover being in danger was, unfortunately, the norm. People like Nozaki Cangjian, who constantly walked the tightrope and still managed to come out unscathed, were definitely the minority.

Nozaki Cangjian was a born undercover agent.

After a moment of silence, he said, "First, have his family inquire at the factory, then report a missing family member to the police so they can get involved and start an investigation."

"I... I don’t know how to break it to his family," Nakamura Shinichi sighed.

The young man had only recently become an adult, joined the force full of fervor, and was persuaded by Shinichi with promises of honor and the greater good to go undercover. Now, with no sign of him alive or dead, how was he to face the young man’s family?

Aoyama Xiu Xin leaned back, his arms straightened out on the desk, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the surface as he slowly exhaled, "No matter what, his family needs to be informed. If it’s eventually confirmed that he’s deceased, try to compensate his family as much as possible and after solving the case, ensure they receive the honors he deserved."

"Okay!" Nakamura Shinichi bowed, then asked, "The identity of the undercover might have already been exposed. The mastermind behind this will surely guess that the police are onto the food factory. What should we do next? Should we conduct a forced search of the factory?"

"We’ve already spooked them. It’s been over ten hours since last night; anything they needed to move, they would have moved by now," Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, then added, "Still, check the surveillance around the food factory to see if there were any trucks leaving last night. Whatever they want to move, they definitely have to transport it in the vehicles that ship out goods from the factory."

Just to be safe, what if the mastermind predicts his predictions, thinking the most dangerous place is the safest, and decides not to move anything?

Here, he wasn’t just referring to the food factory’s own surveillance and that of surrounding businesses but also several more covert cameras the police secretly installed when they suspected something was amiss at the factory.

Because the mastermind behind the surveillance near the factory would certainly be aware, if they avoid surveillance or damage it in advance, wouldn’t the police be at a loss?

"Okay!" Nakamura Shinichi responded, then asked again, "If they really have already moved things, what do we do next?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin seemed helpless and rolled his eyes, "Shinichi, I’m only human. Faced with unexpected situations and having lost the advantage of time, how can you expect me to come up with the next steps so quickly? Just go and handle what I’ve asked you to; let me think about the rest slowly."

He had realized an issue; perhaps he was too impressive, leading his subordinates to see him through a mythologizing filter, believing he could handle everything.

But he was just an ordinary superhero, after all!

"Sorry, I was too hasty." Nakamura Shinichi bowed awkwardly and then turned to leave.

Watching the office door close, Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head and then sank into deep thought, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the desk, making a thudding sound.

Nakamura Shinichi arranged for people to retrieve surveillance footage from near the food factory, while he himself went to Miyamoto Hei’s house.

When he arrived at Miyamoto Hei’s house, he found preparations for a memorial service underway, and initially thought an elderly family member had passed away. Knowing he was about to bring more devastating news to an already stricken family weighed heavily on his heart.

But as soon as he entered the house and saw the portrait in the memorial, he was stunned—it was Miyamoto Hei in the photograph.

"You are..." A middle-aged woman with red, swollen eyes and a face full of wrinkles approached him, wiping her hands on her apron in confusion as she looked at Nakamura Shinichi.

It was only then that Nakamura Shinichi recovered his wits, shifted his gaze from Miyamoto Hei’s portrait, and said to the middle-aged woman, "Hello, Auntie, I’m a friend of Miyamoto Hei. How did he suddenly pass away?"

He and Miyamoto Hei had always been in contact through a secret phone and he had never been to his house before, but he knew who lived there and could recognise them.

"Wuwuwu..." Hearing these words, the middle-aged woman thought of her son who had just died young, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

"Mum." A young man who was helping set up the memorial service ran over to support the middle-aged woman and, choking back sobs, said to Nakamura Shinichi, "My brother was patrolling the factory area last night. Due to poor visibility, he was run over by a delivery vehicle, and his body was brought back at dawn."

Nakamura Shinichi’s expression turned dangerously grim. He believed that Miyamoto Hei was run over by a vehicle, but he absolutely did not believe it was an accident. It was too coincidental! fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"He had finally become a policeman, but then he was fired for a mistake. He found a new job, only to lose his life." The middle-aged woman sobbed miserably, as if she could faint at any moment.

"Stop crying, let’s treat the guest first," Miyamoto Hei’s father, a simple and honest-looking middle-aged man with teary eyes, came over, supported his wife, and said to Nakamura Shinichi, "I’m really sorry, she’s been hit hard. Since you are Hei’s friend, please come in and have some tea."

"I should also offer some incense. I truly didn’t expect to be eternally separated so soon," Nakamura Shinichi said, his face a mixture of pain and guilt as he followed them inside, tentatively asking, "Did the factory say anything else?"

"The factory offered a generous compensation. No matter how much money, it can’t bring my son back, though. After all, it was an accident; who can be blamed?" Miyamoto Hei’s father gave a wistful smile.

Blame me, Nakamura Shinichi silently answered in his heart, further resolving to catch the mastermind behind this to comfort the spirit of Miyamoto Hei.

Once inside the house, he said, "Uncle, may I take a look at Miyamoto-kun’s room? I came here to retrieve some things I had left with him."

All undercover agents have diaries, and he also wanted to search for any clues Miyamoto Hei might have left.

"Of course, of course," Miyamoto Hei’s father nodded and casually mentioned, "Some people from the factory also took some factory documents from his room."

Nakamura Shinichi realized upon hearing this,

that his thoughts had been in vain.

Moreover, he became more certain that Miyamoto Hei’s death was surely no accident. After all, why would someone specifically come to fetch documents or important information from a security guard?

As he had anticipated, a search throughout Miyamoto’s room turned up nothing. After offering incense to Miyamoto Hei, he took his leave and immediately called Aoyama Xiu Xin to report the situation.

After listening, Aoyama Xiu Xin remained silent for a long time. The mastermind behind the scenes was definitely cunning, making Miyamoto Hei’s death look like an accident and consoling his family with a good attitude and generous compensation, which could potentially mislead the police.

"Come back and let’s check the surveillance," Aoyama Xiu Xin suggested.

"Alright!"

More than half an hour later, Aoyama Xiu Xin stood personally in front of the computer screen, viewing the surveillance outside the food factory.

It was quiet for the first half of the night, with no vehicles entering or leaving. However, around three in the morning, two trucks drove out.

"Miyamoto Hei’s body was sent home before this, those two trucks definitely moved something clandestine!" Nakamura Shinichi was outraged but also disappointed, knowing that once the culprits had moved their goods out of the factory, keeping an eye on the factory was of no value anymore, and this lead would be lost.

"This isn’t right," Aoyama Xiu Xin said tensely as he stared at the screen and furrowed his brows. "Play the footage again."

"Alright!" responded the technical officer and promptly replayed the video.

After watching, Aoyama Xiu Xin exhaled and pointed at the delivery trucks on the screen, "Look at the tires and the cargo area, they don’t appear to be sinking, the weight of these trucks is off—they are empty. Maybe it’s not convenient to move things from the factory, or perhaps the mastermind is too arrogant, predicting that we would check the surveillance, thus staging this to deceive us and create the illusion that the stuff has been moved!"

He felt it could be a combination of both factors. If he hadn’t been observant, they would have been completely fooled.

"This bastard is incredibly cunning!" Nakamura Shinichi ground his teeth, then sneered, "But now he’s been too clever for his own good."

"Immediately surround the food factory, take control of all management, and perform a forced search. Make a move on your end, I will apply for a search warrant," instructed Aoyama Xiu Xin decisively. They had hesitated initially, unsure of any irregularities in the food factory and not wanting to startle the culprits.

Thus, they had sent an undercover agent in for a secret investigation, but now that they were certain, it was time to sweep through decisively and dig three feet into the ground for a thorough search.

Excited, Nakamura Shinichi responded, "Understood!"

He bowed and immediately turned to make arrangements.

.........

Hokkaido University Hospital.

In the director’s office, Panasonic Toyoshige struggled to focus on work, haunted by a bad premonition, which reminded him of a minor disturbance at the orchard the previous night.

He had gone to bed early after socializing the previous evening, only to be rudely awakened by a phone call soon after falling asleep.

The person in charge of the orchard informed him that they had caught a guard acting suspiciously, trying to sneak into the office building.

He didn’t show himself but remotely directed the manager to interrogate the guard. Being well-versed in human anatomy, he knew exactly how to inflict maximal pain. After some torture, the guard confessed everything.

He was an undercover agent sent by the police.

The cause of suspicion on the food factory arose from a missing guard named Kudou Kei and the transfer of kidneys by two men who also worked as security at the food factory.

But with no evidence and fearing to alarm the subjects, the police had not acted rashly. Instead, they had sent undercover agents to secretly investigate.

Panasonic Toyoshige was relieved that the orchard’s staff had detected the guard in time; otherwise, he wouldn’t know that the police were targeting the food factory and continuously investigating it.

He had considered moving items from the food factory overnight, but there was too much to move; surgical instruments, harvested organs, and some temporarily kept organ trees were all involved. A hurried transfer could result in an incident.

Moreover, organ harvesting demands high environmental standards in the operating room. Abandoning the food factory, it wasn’t easy to construct a qualified operating room quickly for use.

Therefore, he resorted to deceiving the police as a countermeasure, diverting their focus away from the food factory, which would then be even more secure.

He kept reviewing his plan, feeling no loopholes, but still unsure of the source of his unease.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong!"

The sudden ringing of the phone startled him.

"Idiot!" He cursed under his breath after recovering, then took a deep breath and picked up the phone, "Mosi mosi, Panasonic Toyoshige here."

"Director Panasonic, there’s trouble. A large number of police have just surrounded the food factory to conduct a search," the voice of the food factory’s director sounded anxiously through the phone.

"What!" Panasonic Toyoshige’s face went pale as he stood up abruptly. "What’s their reason for the search?"

"They said they saw a suspect run into our factory area and are demanding our cooperation for a comprehensive search. Director Panasonic, what should we do?"

"At any cost, delay them!" Panasonic Toyoshige responded with a grim expression, hung up the phone, and after his expression shifted for a while, he quickly dialed another number, "I’m terribly sorry to disturb you..."

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