I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 97 First Class Secret

According to the normal procedure, the boy named Fujii Shu should have his wounds treated in the hospital. Even though they were minor injuries like bruises, he was dragged into the interrogation room without treatment. There was obviously something wrong.

Rie Watanabe has been an island police officer for more than ten years, and she can still see these tricks.

"Sister Rie, what we don't want is for Director Asakura to give us the instructions of the Criminal Division 1. If we can't find out, then we will have to change the violence of the gang from the Criminal Division 2 who deal with Yakuza (members of the underground forces) every day.

Crazy."

Minamoto Seiji didn't want to do anything that was unconscionable. He leaned close to Watanabe Rie and raised his palms and whispered softly. As soon as he showed a helpless expression, his face changed color instantly.

"Director Asakura, good evening!"

Minamoto Seiji deliberately shouted loudly behind Rie Watanabe. Footsteps approached. Rie Watanabe turned around and looked. The elegant and fair Director Asakura appeared wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a smile on his face.

"Isn't this Officer Watanabe? Why do you have time to come to the police station? I remember that you were assigned to the Kitano Town police station as a patrol sergeant."

Director Asakura asked Rie Watanabe in front of the interrogation room with a sly smile. Seeing her lowering her head and saying nothing, he suppressed her words.

"It's not good to leave your post without permission during work. Forget it this time, go back to patrol. The security of Tokyo depends on everyone's efforts. Come on."

"Hey! It was my negligence, let's go."

After lowering her head, Rie Watanabe gritted her teeth. When she raised her face, it turned into an expressionless face. She called Natsumi Chiju and left here.

A woman who doesn't know how to adapt and doesn't know how to take advantage of her good skin should end up like this.

Watching the frustrated Rie Watanabe disappear around the corner, Director Asakura called Gen Seiji a few official words, walked to an empty corner, took out his cell phone, and dialed the contact number that only had numbers.

"Hello? It's me. Your people are too useless. I can't seize the opportunity given to you! After fighting like this, people are already in the game. The next step depends on your sincerity. What crime do you plan to convict on Ichikawa Gym?

Man? That’s not small money.”

"I understand, thank you. Your sincerity will be shown soon. I hope they sign a letter of understanding to resell the land. The price will be very suitable."

Akihisa Yamashita, the president of the Sumiyoshi Kai branch on the other end, kept his composure, promised something, and after finishing the phone call, he smashed his cell phone on the ground and stomped on it a few times to vent his anger.

"A hundred people, a hundred carefully selected thugs, can't beat a little high school student! They are all trash! Idiots! I have to spend money again! Baga! Baga!"

Yamashita Akihisa, who cursed and knocked over all the expensive decorations in the room, lost his usual calm demeanor and angrily sat down on the tatami, closed his eyes and meditated.

"In the end, you still have to pay more! Alas--!"

He came to the conclusion and let out a long sigh, which echoed in the messy house. Their Sumiyoshi-kai's face was now completely lost.

Fujii Shu hesitated for a moment in the interrogation room. Fortunately, he was in a hurry when he came in and his cell phone was not confiscated. He took it out and opened the address book. The only one who could ask for help at this time was our Miss Rin Kamiya.

Before the detective outside came in, he dialed the number. There was a slight breathing sound from the other side, waiting for him to speak first.

"Kamiya-san, I'm in trouble, do you have any solution? If you need money, I'll pay for it."

No matter how capable an individual is, he will always have to compromise with society before he reaches a state of true qualitative change. Fujii knows this.

"Where are you now? I'll call someone."

Kamiya Rin, who was sitting on his knees in the Yubai Shrine, lighting incense and resting his mind, asked a few questions in a normal tone, and then ended the call.

The door of the interrogation room opened, and the detectives who walked in were no longer Yuan Cheng and others, but two strong men with airplane haircuts. They looked more like Yakuza than police officers.

"Confess your crime and we will treat you leniently."

"Otherwise, you will suffer a lot."

They made threats and looked like they were coming with bad intentions.

——

In the bright conference room of the island country, the 34-year-old second-in-command in the Cabinet Secretariat, Zhou Jipingrang, who presided over the meeting, sat in the main seat, holding his chin with his hands, listening to the reports of his subordinates.

"As for the increase in establishment and the 600 billion yen budget supplement proposed by the Special Operations Section next year, the audit work has been completed, and a dedicated person from the Ministry of Finance will supervise the use of funds."

"The incidence of malignant cases in Tokyo has increased, and a small number are suspected to be abnormal cases that ordinary police officers cannot handle."

Most of what he heard was bad news. As the secretariat of the island country's administrative center, their cabinet office had the authority to get first-hand information, which gave him a headache.

"Beep! Beep!"

The cell phone in his arms rang, and Zhou Chiping asked few people to set it up to ring the ringtone directly.

"What the hell? Is this Miss Rin? What are you doing?"

Although the voice on the phone is young, Zhou Chiping will not look down upon her. The Kamiya family, inherited from the Heian period, has been guarding Tokyo for generations. It can be said to be a top-notch family with many collateral lines and direct lineage.

This eldest lady is the only one left.

"Hachioji City Police Station? Hi! I'll go right away. Just wait for the news at home."

After answering the phone call, Zhou Chiping changed his smile from a smile to a livid poker face, stood up and left the conference room quickly, slamming the door shut without saying a word.

It’s been more than an hour, should the trial be over, right?

Director Asakura, who was always paying attention to Fujii's trial, raised his wrist and checked the time. This time, he planned to characterize the incident as a fight rather than a legitimate defense of a private home invasion. As long as Fujii admitted this, he could also receive some compensation for medical expenses.

As for the Ichikawa family, the elder is still rescuing the child and the younger is silent, so the only option is to start with Fujii Shu.

Someone has already uploaded videos on the Internet of gangsters being carried out one after another into ambulances. Public opinion is putting a lot of pressure on Sumiyoshi Kai. If Yamashita Akihisa doesn't want a large number of thugs to go to jail this time, he will have to bleed.

Make a fuss, make a fuss! If we don't make a fuss, how will I make money? Who will pay me?

Director Asakura thought with great pride. In his luxurious office, he lay back on the leather chair and put his feet on the mahogany desk, swaying rhythmically.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a knock on the office door. He continued to lie down and said lazily, "Come in."

"Chief of Hachioji City Police Station, Asakura Yuto, right?"

The door was pushed open, and a tall and tall man in his thirties who was exceptionally well-dressed walked in. Behind him were two men and a woman who looked like government secretaries. His temperament could be seen at once.

"Next week, Chief Cabinet Secretary, please let me meet Fujii, who was escorted here by you a few hours ago."

After Zhou Chiping entered the room, he glanced around and saw the extremely expensive mahogany desk, giving him a rough impression of the director.

"This is a matter of first-class secret."

His threat was spoken calmly.

(End of chapter)