Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 599 - 493: Silver-Tongued, Outdoor Battle One Against Two (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 599: Chapter 493: Silver-Tongued, Outdoor Battle One Against Two (Requesting Monthly Ticket)

"Detective Nakamura, please have a seat. What brings you here so late?" Mrs. Fujii, dressed in her pajamas and looking wan, nervously asked as she invited Nakamura Shinichi to sit. Her only connection to the police was her arrested husband; an after-hours visit from them likely meant something had happened to him.

Nakamura Shinichi spoke solemnly, "Mr. Fujii bit his own tongue and committed suicide. Please accept my condolences."

After saying that, he carefully observed her reaction.

"What...what?" Mrs. Fujii was struck as if by lightning, nearly collapsing as she stumbled, barely catching herself against the sofa, tears involuntarily falling as she murmured, "How could this happen, how could this happen."

She thought her husband had instructed her to take care of herself and their child after his death, referring to after his execution; she had not expected to be forever separated from him so soon.

"Mrs. Fujii should know why this happened." Seeing that she was unaware from her reaction, Nakamura Shinichi continued, "Mr. Fujii was not the mastermind behind this case; someone was using you to threaten him, to forever silence him."

Mrs. Fujii began to cry bitterly, eventually collapsing onto the sofa.

Though she was over thirty, her fair skin and curvaceous figure still held allure due to proper care, but Nakamura Shinichi was in no mood to appreciate it, "Mr. Fujii must have entrusted something to you today. If you want to avenge your husband, please hand it over to me."

"I...I have nothing, I don’t understand what you’re saying. My husband has been arrested, what could he possibly have given me?" Mrs. Fujii stopped crying abruptly, instinctively rebutting and denying.

They say women are natural actors, born to lie and deceive, but it’s hard for a housewife to fool a policeman when she is emotionally distraught.

Nakamura Shinichi saw through her lies at a glance.

"Mrs. Fujii, there are many ways to pass something on; it doesn’t necessarily mean Mr. Fujii handed it to you personally. If we could guess this, don’t you think those who forced your husband to his death could as well?"

"By forcing your husband’s hand for his own preservation, would he risk leaving you alive when he knows you might possess the evidence of his crime? What Mr. Fujii gave you would only bring danger to you and your child. Handing it over to me is your best choice."

What Mr. Fujii gave to his wife was a safeguard.

But it was also a death sentence.

"I really don’t understand what you are talking about, please leave my house immediately." Mrs. Fujii’s mind was a complete mess, unable to think carefully about his words, shaking her head in denial and trying to expel him.

"Slam!" Nakamura Shinichi slammed the table hard.

Startled, Mrs. Fujii looked at him frightfully and asked, "What do you want!"

"Mrs. Fujii, you really are heartless!" Nakamura Shinichi scornfully looked at her, sarcastically saying, "Your husband died protecting you, biting off his own tongue and suffocating, and you won’t even avenge him, nor care to preserve his bloodline? Or do you actually prefer that he is dead so you can remarry?"

"What...what nonsense are you talking about!" Mrs. Fujii instantly became agitated, spitting as she spoke, "I loved my husband very much, you don’t know anything, how can you judge our relationship like that!"

"Is that so? Well, I didn’t see it that way," Nakamura Shinichi continued to provoke her, scoffing, "If you loved him, you would send the person who drove him to his death to prison! If you want to preserve his bloodline, even more so! Otherwise, are you waiting for them to come knocking as I did?"

"Given my position, I’m speaking to you politely; they might resort to violence, or they might throw your son from the rooftop to force you to comply."

Mrs. Fujii looked terrified, curling up and hugging her knees as she sat on the sofa shivering, her complexion changing rapidly.

"Please think carefully, madam. With your husband’s death, the police stationed outside your house will also be removed. What will you use to stop and protect your child if real criminals arrive? Only by sending the mastermind to prison can you ensure your safety."

After Nakamura Shinichi finished speaking, he remained silent, and the living room fell into a long silence.

About three to five minutes later, Nakamura Shinichi stood up and said, "With your husband marked as the mastermind, his death is enough to appease the public. Catching the true mastermind is not so crucial for us. Since you are not willing to cooperate, I will take my leave now, please excuse my disturbance tonight."

As his voice fell, he turned to leave.

"Wait...wait a moment," Mrs. Fujii called out.

Nakamura Shinichi curled the corner of his mouth, retracted his foot, and turned back to quietly look at her.

Mrs. Fujii met his gaze, took a deep breath, and said, "I can give you the item, but the police stationed at the door must not be removed until the case is closed."

"Agreed," Nakamura Shinichi nodded in response.

Mrs. Fujii pursed her dry, pale lips, hesitated for a moment, and then pointed to a corner of the living room, saying, "It’s in the water tank of that toilet."

Nakamura Shinichi immediately rushed over, entered the bathroom, lifted the tank lid, and indeed saw a bundle wrapped in a waterproof bag. He took it out and opened it: a notebook, a voice recorder, photos.

He flipped quickly through the notebook, which had detailed entries on kidnappings and organ harvesting sent to Hokkaido University Hospital by year and month.

There were many photos, including ones of Panasonic Toyoshige dining with him and various surgeons performing operations, even photos of Panasonic Toyoshige personally removing organs in an underground surgery room.

With these items, listening to the recordings was not necessary anymore. He planned to take the recorder back to the technical department for further analysis since there were definitely multiple audio recordings inside.

With these items, they were now in a position to arrest Panasonic Toyoshige, provided they could withstand other pressures.

Overjoyed, Nakamura Shinichi returned to the living room and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Fujii, for cooperating with us. Rest assured, the safety of you and your child will continue to be our responsibility."

Mrs. Fujii nervously nodded, unaware whether handing over these items would bring good or bad results, feeling like a criminal awaiting trial.

"I’ll take my leave then," Nakamura Shinichi bowed deeply and then hurriedly turned and left. After stepping outside, he said to the two police officers, "You two stay here and protect the Fujii family’s safety."

"Got it!" The two officers thought their boring task was finally over, but it turned out they had to continue.

Nakamura Shinichi didn’t care about their feelings; thrilled, he got into his car and headed straight for police headquarters, calling Aoyama Xiu Xin to share the good news.

"Senior Police Director, Mr. Fujii had indeed prepared a backup for Mrs. Fujii. I’ve obtained evidence proving Panasonic Toyoshige’s involvement in human organ trafficking. I’m on my way back to headquarters now and should arrive in about 20 minutes."

He didn’t notice that a white van with its lights off was silently following him.

Since it was late at night, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and Nakamura Shinichi was driving fast. When he was about ten minutes away from headquarters, he noticed from his rearview mirror that a white van suddenly accelerated behind him.

Nakamura Shinichi immediately became alert. He was already driving fast, so why would the white van suddenly need to speed up to overtake him?

As the two vehicles were about to be side by side, the white van suddenly swerved, aiming towards him.

Fortunately, Nakamura Shinichi was vigilant early and quickly swerved his steering wheel to dodge, while accelerating further.

"Damn it! Quick! Catch up to him!" the fair-skinned young man in the passenger seat urged his companion while drawing his gun and aiming out of the window at Nakamura Shinichi’s tires.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and one finally hit the vulnerable side of the left rear tire of Nakamura Shinichi’s vehicle.

Accompanied by the sound of the tire rubbing against the road, the speeding vehicle instantly lost control.

Nakamura Shinichi struggled to steady the steering wheel, preventing the vehicle from crashing into the roadside shops, but as the rear tire burst, his speed gradually decreased and the white van caught up. Seeing the gun barrel extending from the passenger side of the white van, he quickly ducked his head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With three consecutive gunshots, the car windows shattered, sending splinters flying and cutting his face.

"Clang!"

Due to ducking from the bullets and losing sight, his vehicle hit the curb and stalled.

Then there was silence.

The white van, seeing this, rapidly braked to a halt.

"Let’s go, get out, and be careful."

The fair-skinned young man led the way out of the van, gun in both hands, aiming at Nakamura Shinichi’s car as he slowly approached.

The equally armed accomplice followed closely behind.

"He might have been knocked out, right?" Seeing that Nakamura Shinichi’s car showed no movement, the accomplice speculated.

The fair-skinned young man’s expression was grave, not underestimating the situation because of this possibility. "Better safe than sorry. After all, who knows if that kid is just pretending to be unconscious."

Just as they were less than ten meters from the car, Nakamura Shinichi’s vehicle suddenly started up again, fiercely swerved the steering wheel, and accelerated towards them.

"Idiot! Quick, dodge!"

The fair-skinned young man, shocked and pale, dodged to the side while lifting his hand to shoot at the approaching vehicle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!...click!"

Nakamura Shinichi, head down all the while, let the fragments of the shattered windshield fall on him, counting the bullets until they ran out before glancing up and steering towards the direction the fair-skinned young man had dodged.

"Clang!"

The fair-skinned young man stumbled backward in panic but was directly hit and thrown to the ground, unconscious.

"Big brother!" The accomplice cried out in alarm, angrily aiming at Nakamura Shinichi’s vehicle and pulling the trigger, while hastily taking cover behind a utility pole.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Nakamura Shinichi got out from the other side of the car, first shot the unconscious fair-skinned young man to ensure he was dead, then used the vehicle as cover to engage the accomplice. Both were hiding behind covers, exchanging fire.

Neither dared to show their heads, relying on random shooting.

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At that moment, the distant sound of police sirens could be heard.

The accomplice looked unwillingly at the body of the fair-skinned young man, bit his teeth, and turned to run.

Nakamura Shinichi did not pursue, as preserving the evidence at that moment was paramount.

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