Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 594 - 489: Police Force Their Way in, Discoveries Inside the Food Factory (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 594: Chapter 489: Police Force Their Way in, Discoveries Inside the Food Factory (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

A food factory still not worthy of a name.

A large squadron of armed police had sealed off all entrances and exits, and a police cordon had also been set up around the perimeter.

Such commotion had attracted a substantial crowd of onlookers, who appeared as a sea of people in the distance.

At this moment, at the factory gate, the head of the factory’s security was organizing a group of security guards and workers in a standoff with the police.

"Clear the way immediately! You are obstructing law enforcement!" glared Nakamura Shinichi from atop the vehicle, shouting down at the stubborn group.

The burly head of security bellowed with a bellyful of rage, "We can’t reach our boss, and without our boss’s consent, none of you are allowed in! We’re risking our jobs here!"

The others blocking the entrance echoed in chorus.

"That’s right, to hell with the law! We’re starving here, who cares about your laws?"

"Hold the line, everyone! The boss can handle any big issue, hold the line and get a raise, give up and no one gets this month’s salary!"

"Idiot!" Enraged by their brazenness in inciting resistance right before his eyes, Nakamura Shinichi’s fury burned as he ordered one last time, "I’m giving you one final warning, clear the way or not!"

"Not clearing! If you have the guts, step over our bodies! Let everyone see how the police bully people!" The head of security boldly challenged, confident the police wouldn’t dare to use force in full view of the public.

Nakamura Shinichi gave him a cold glance and gestured to a subordinate, whispering a few instructions.

The subordinate nodded and quickly departed.

Soon a line of police officers, hand in hand, formed a tight human wall along the cordon, seemingly to maintain order and prevent accidents, but actually to block the spectators’ view and disrupt the angles for journalists’ cameras.

"Arrest all those resisting the law!" Once the human wall was formed, Nakamura Shinichi gave the clear order.

"Da da da da..."

With a series of orderly, brisk footsteps, three squads of riot police armed with shields and batons and wearing helmets began to forcefully break through.

Shields were raised to push back the blockading workers while batons ruthlessly struck down onto the workers, fierce and merciless.

Suppressing the public, that’s what they were trained for!

Otherwise, what was all that training for.

"Ah! They’re hitting people! The police are hitting people!"

"Why are you hitting us... Ah!"

The riot police surged through like wolves among sheep, unstoppable, with some security guards attempting to fight back but soon beaten bloody under the well-trained tactics of the police.

Screams, curses, and wails intermingled.

"Why are you hitting us? The police can’t do that!"

"Why won’t you let us see! This is violent law enforcement! I’m definitely going to file a complaint against you!"

Hearing the agony inside, the onlookers outside were filled with righteous indignation, naturally siding with the common folk and protesting the police’s use of force.

If such strong-arm behavior became the norm, tomorrow it might be turned against them.

But to Nakamura Shinichi, the noisy chaos was as if unheard. Seeing the encircled workers at the gate scattering and fleeing, he immediately ordered the detectives to enter.

A large team of detectives, armed and carrying various professional equipment, swarmed in and took control of key locations.

And of course, the first to be targeted was the office building.

"Bang!"

"Don’t move! Police!"

"Police! Stay where you are and put your hands up!"

In the president’s office inside, the head of the food factory, sweating profusely, was trying to dial Panasonic Toyoshige to report the latest situation, but his trembling fingers misdialled several times out of nervousness.

Just as he finally got the right number, with a crash, the office door was kicked open, and several police officers rushed in, pinning him down on the desk.

"Hello? Hello? Say something!"

Panasonic Toyoshige’s voice came through the receiver.

"I’m being arrested!" the president yelled hoarsely.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Upon hearing this, Panasonic Toyoshige immediately hung up the phone.

"Bang!" The lead police officer grabbed an ashtray and smashed it onto the president’s mouth, instantly turning it into a bloody mess.

At the police headquarters, Fujimoto Takayoshi called Aoyama Xiu Xin into his office, "You’ve surrounded a food factory?"

"Yes! That food factory could be involved in an organ trafficking case," Aoyama Xiu Xin responded.

"Do you have concrete evidence?" Fujimoto Takayoshi frowned, then spoke of the reason he was involved, "I just got a call from the Chairman of the Public Security Committee of Hokkaido. He said that the food factory is a star enterprise locally and demanded that we pull out our people immediately to avoid creating a negative impact."

The Public Security Committee of Hokkaido is specifically responsible for supervising and leading the Hokkaido Police Headquarters. When an order came from his immediate superior, Fujimoto Takayoshi naturally did not dare to disobey.

"It’s too late. Our people have already gone in to search. Because the workers at the food factory violently resisted the law, we even had to use riot police to forcefully clear the way." Aoyama Xiu Xin, who had just received the latest update before coming here, reported in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Fujimoto Takayoshi’s brow furrowed even deeper. Since the police had used force to break in, if they pulled out without finding anything, public opinion would be very unfavorable for the police.

But if they did find something... could it be even worse for the police? After all, the Chairman personally intervened forcefully, and if the food factory was really involved in organ trafficking, could he be implicated?

Aoyama Xiu Xin naturally saw Fujimoto Takayoshi’s worries and reassured, "Minister, I think this matter is most likely not deeply related to the Public Security Committee. Otherwise, you could not have been completely in the dark. Perhaps the Chairman was completely unaware of the organ trafficking and merely intervened due to personal obligations."

Hearing this, Fujimoto Takayoshi’s furrowed brow gradually relaxed. Indeed, although the Public Security Committee wielded great power, the actual manifestation of that power was still in their police force. If the Public Security Committee were involved in organ trafficking, they would have to drag him, the head of the police headquarters, into this to be more secure.

"However, the fact that someone could persuade the Chairman to issue such a forceful order indicates the people behind the organ trafficking case are no small fish—it’s definitely not just some food factory President." Fujimoto Takayoshi let out a breath as he spoke.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded. "Minister, you indeed have a discerning eye to see through the facade and grasp the essence. That’s right, the police on site reported that the food factory President was on the phone when he was arrested and even told the person on the other end of the line that he had been captured. I’ve already ordered someone to look into who is using that number."

"We must find solid evidence from the food factory to prove their involvement in organ trafficking!" Fujimoto Takayoshi said decisively, knowing that if they found evidence, they could naturally explain themselves to the Public Security Committee.

If they found no evidence, having slighted the Chairman’s face, he would surely find ways to torment them; after all, he had the power to do so.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded solemnly: "Yes, sir!"

"Dingalingaling! Dingalingaling!"

At that moment, the office desk phone rang.

Fujimoto Takayoshi glanced at it and hung up directly because he guessed it was undoubtedly the Chairman calling again.

...

Hokkaido University Hospital.

Panasonic Toyoshige sat in his office, stunned.

From the moment the food factory was forcibly entered by the police, he knew the secret within the factory could no longer be hidden.

And the last thing that the food factory President reminded him on the phone also made him aware that he would inevitably attract a police investigation, because the police could easily find out that it was him whom the food factory President was calling.

He could run now while there was still time, before the police set their sights on him, and live as a wealthy man abroad.

But Panasonic Toyoshige was not willing to give up!

He looked around the spacious office and gradually clenched his fists. How much sweat had he shed to get from an ordinary doctor to where he was now?

Yet, once he left the country, although money was not an issue, all the achievements and social status he had strived for over the years would be reduced to nothing. For people like him, what they needed was no longer money but a sense of achievement and an even higher position.

Moreover, his son had been harmed by that bastard Aoyoma Xiu Xin, and he had not yet avenged him. How could he be willing to just leave this country where he had lived for decades?

Of course, the main point was that he still harbored a glimmer of hope. Other than a phone call, the police had no concrete evidence to prove his involvement in the organ trafficking case.

As long as the president of the food factory took on everything or died without evidence, theoretically, even if they knew he was a suspect, they had no evidence to do anything to him.

Panasonic Toyoshige’s expression changed unpredictably. After a while, he exhaled, picked up the phone, and called his personal lawyer. "President Fujii of XX Food Co., Ltd. has been arrested by the police. Go see him, tell him to keep his mouth shut, his family will have no worries for food and clothing. If he dares to talk, his family will be in danger."

He paused here, then continued to speak gravely, "If he’s not confident he can keep his mouth shut, then ask him to keep it shut forever."

Threatening him with the safety of his wife and children, forcing him to commit suicide. Once he was dead, all would be settled.

"Hi!" The personal lawyer responded.

Inside the food factory, the police’s extensive search was still ongoing. Heaven helps those who help themselves; they finally found something unusual in the key area of concern, the office building.

According to a member of the management who had an epiphany after being interrogated, the underground parking garage of the office building had two levels, but only one was in use. The public elevators and stairs could only go down to the first underground level, while the second underground level could only be accessed through a hidden door and a staircase from the first underground level.

Nakamura Shinichi led his team personally to the mysterious second underground level, where there were several high-standard operating rooms, all equipped with top-notch medical devices.

Besides that, there was a cold storage room with separate containers that held various human organs—hearts, kidneys, livers... each organ labeled with detailed data and information.

In another room, several men and women were shackled with chains. According to the manager who disclosed the details of the second underground level, these people were "organ trees" used for harvesting organs, all kidnapped from the outside, and these dirty jobs were generally handled by the security department of the food factory.

All of this was happening in this gloomy, sunless basement.

Over the years, countless innocent people’s organs had been harvested and transplanted into the bodies of the rich.

The several clean and tidy operating rooms, seemingly spotless, were actually dripping with blood, filled with the wails of restless souls.

"Where are the doctors? Where do the doctors who harvest these organs come from?" Nakamura Shinichi asked a critical question. This kind of work demanded high levels of skill and experience from doctors, not just anyone could do it.

Given the professionalism of this place, he felt that there must be a major hospital behind it.

The management member shook his head repeatedly, "I really don’t know, but I do know that most organs were sent to Hokkaido University Hospital for organ transplant surgeries, so I personally suspect that the doctors harvesting organs might be from that hospital. More than that, only our president would know."

"Damn it!" Nakamura Shinichi cursed through gritted teeth upon hearing this, already nearly piecing together the entire case. Taking a deep breath, he commanded, "Seal the scene, secure the evidence, and bring back all personnel for individual interrogation and identification!"

The reason even the ordinary workers had to be taken back was to prevent anyone from slipping through the cracks, disguised as ordinary workers to escape punishment. Back in ancient battles, when defeat was imminent, the generals would dress as ordinary soldiers to make their escape.

"Hi!"

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