Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 605 - 498: Father and Son Meet in Prison, Ace Undercover Returns (Happy National Day)

Chapter 605: Chapter 498: Father and Son Meet in Prison, Ace Undercover Returns (Happy National Day)

The next day, with the release of major newspapers and news broadcasts, last month’s hastily concluded human organ trafficking case took a shocking turn, leaving the citizens dumbfounded.

"Turns out it was all a police strategy! Feigning openness while secretly maneuvering behind the scenes, truly ingenious!"

"It’s none other than the Chief of Police Aoyama, I had always felt it was abnormal for such a major case to proceed without his involvement. It appears he was intentionally misleading the real culprit."

"Idiot! It’s absolutely monstrous that a hospital director could do such a thing! What has become of this country? To let these scoundrels hold high positions! If only there were more officials like Chief of Police Aoyama!"

"A devil in a white coat! A executioner with hands drenched in blood—he must be sentenced to death!"

Enraged, the public took to the streets again, especially in Tokyo and Sapporo, where from the afternoon onwards, large crowds spontaneously gathered outside the courthouse.

They raised their arms high, calling for Panasonic Toyoshige to be sentenced to death.

With the tide turned against him and no longer of worth to protect, the Supreme Court, succumbing to public opinion, instructed the Hokkaido District Court to impose a swift, harsh sentence to appease the public outrage.

A week later, the Sapporo prosecutor’s office charged Panasonic Toyoshige, among other senior figures and doctors from Hokkaido University Hospital, in court.

In mid-April, the trial officially commenced, and the main perpetrator, Panasonic Toyoshige, was sentenced to death, while many involved medical personnel received life and fixed-term imprisonment.

After the court’s verdict, Panasonic Toyoshige went from a suspect to a convict, set to be held in prison for a while before the execution date.

Out of a perverse interest, Aoyama Xiu Xin had a word with the prison, arranging for Panasonic Toyoshige and Panasonic Hideyoshi, who was also awaiting execution, to be locked in the same cell.

This was, in a way, a reunion of father and son.

On the afternoon of April 15, Panasonic Toyoshige was escorted by two prison guards to the designated cell, and through the iron bars, he already saw Panasonic Hideyoshi inside.

Panasonic Hideyoshi saw him too, and having access to news and newspapers in prison, he was well aware of how his own father ended up as his cellmate.

Father and son looked at each other through the bars, with Panasonic Toyoshige feeling ashamed, and Panasonic Youji glaring back with mockery.

"Get in!" The prison guard opened the door and unlocked Panasonic Toyoshige’s handcuffs, roughly pushing him inside.

Caught off guard, Panasonic Toyoshige stumbled, nearly falling, and as he heard the door close behind him, he glanced back instinctively until the guard’s figure disappeared from sight. Then he turned back to examine his cellmates.

Sharing a prison with death row inmates, even if not sentenced to death, certainly meant severe crimes; none could be described as kind or merciful.

At this moment, over a dozen inmates, whether playing cards, doing push-ups, or smoking, all stopped their activities, stood up in unison, and glared threateningly at Panasonic Toyoshige, without saying a word.

The oppressive atmosphere was akin to being deeply focused on a task, only to turn around abruptly and find your numerous relatives standing at the door staring expressionlessly at you, leaving you breathless.

"My name is Panasonic Toyoshige, new here, please take care of me." After taking a deep breath, Panasonic Toyoshige bowed and introduced himself with a facade of calmness.

A burly man with a huge frame and tattoos deignly said: "You don’t need to introduce yourself, we all recognize you, you beast."

Even Panasonic Hideyoshi knew about the major news his father had made outside, so naturally, they did too.

Anyone here had committed serious offenses. Yet, compared to the father and son, Panasonic Toyoshige and Panasonic Hideyoshi, they all considered themselves to be relatively decent.

"Hey!" At this moment, having lost the composure he had outside, Panasonic Toyoshige awkwardly bowed again.

Stripped of the prestige of being a hospital director and reduced to just another inmate, he appeared bewildered and lost.

"Beat him up!"

With that command from the burly man, the ready and waiting crowd instantly swarmed over, brutally pushing Panasonic Toyoshige to the ground and commencing a barrage of kicks and punches.

Unable to fight back effectively due to his frail arms and legs, Panasonic Toyoshige had to pathetically curl up, covering his head and clenching his teeth, withstanding the assault while appearing pitiful.

"Stop it! Don’t hit him!" The only one who hadn’t participated, Panasonic Hideyoshi, shouted to stop everyone.

He couldn’t stand to watch his blood-father being beaten.

Suddenly, everyone halted, all turning back and glaring unpleasantly at Panasonic Hideyoshi.

What’s this, father and son taking turns?

"Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough..." Finally catching his breath, Panasonic Toyoshige, waveringly standing up with the support of the bed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with a moved expression, looked at his eldest son, "Hideyoshi, you..."

At this moment, his guilt and self-blame for betraying Panasonic Hideyoshi intensified.

"It’s my turn!" Panasonic Hideyoshi said through gritted teeth, then charged forward, knocking his astonished father to the ground with a punch under his fiery gaze, riding him and swinging left and right, "Never thought you’d see this day, did you? Do you know what kind of life I’ve been through waiting for death in here? Huh! Old bastard!"

"To hell with you! Talking about killing your own to show morality, saying you had poor ways of bringing me up, you turned out to be more of a beast than me! Disgusting!"

Everyone was utterly stunned—this son, why was he beating even more fiercely than them?

"Hurry, break it up! They’re going to kill him!"

The same people who had just been beating Panasonic Toyoshige rushed forward to break up the fight, knowing that if a brawl leading to death occurred in the cell, they would face severe consequences too.

"Let me go! Let me go! I’m going to kill this hypocritical old dog!" Panasonic Hideyoshi’s face twisted viciously as he struggled, being dragged backward while still kicking at his severely injured father lying on the ground.

Being sentenced to death, he hated Panasonic Toyoshige more than he hated Aoyama Xiu Xin. Being pushed into the abyss by the most trusted person, his rage was immense.

And Panasonic Toyoshige, feeling too ashamed to face him after his imprisonment, never visited, which, in Panasonic Hideyoshi’s view, was an utterly heartless act, naturally fueling his deep resentment.

Today, he finally had a chance to vent his inner fury.

"Stop fighting, stop it! Mr. Panasonic, he’s still your father! After all, he’s going to die anyway."

"Yeah, that’s enough."

After a chaotic episode, the cell regained its peace, with a battered Panasonic Toyoshige curling up and licking his wounds like a lone, injured stray dog.

"Ha ha, who would have thought that although we couldn’t share the same birthday, thanks to you, we can now die on the same day," Panasonic Hideyoshi said, his physical assault having ceased, but his verbal onslaught continuing.

Panasonic Toyoshige sniffled, his voice raspy as he said, "I know I’ve wronged you. If I could, I wouldn’t have wanted the elder to bury the younger..."

"You don’t need to send anyone off now; you’ve got to join him," one of the prisoners said with a laugh.

The others burst out laughing immediately.

The cell was suddenly filled with an air of merriment.

"Scrub the toilet clean, and you’re sleeping next to it tonight!" Panasonic Hideyoshi kicked his own father.

Every newcomer to the cell had to learn the rules.

His approach was indeed upright and impartial, not sparing his father any slack just because of their relation.

His father had taught him the rules when he was young; now it was his turn to teach his father, a warm act full of tender feelings.

There was still some time before the execution was to be carried out, enough for father and son to strengthen their bond in prison.

Over the following month, the inmates in their cell really came to understand what it meant when they say a father chides with a smile.

.........

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was June.

Before one realized it, half of 1993 had already passed.

At the end of last month, with Panasonic Toyoshige and Panasonic Hideyoshi father and son being executed the same day, this criminal duo made the newspaper headlines one last time.

Some people never make it into the newspapers in their entire lives, while others manage it several times.

"Good morning, sister-in-law, Happy Children’s Day."

Dressed in a beige suit, Aoyama Xiu Xin came down from upstairs and greeted his sister-in-law, who was preparing breakfast.

"Really, I’m not a child anymore," Aoyama Haruko smiled and playfully scolded him with a glance.

Her belly was already showing, lightly bulging, stretching her dress into a curve, her figure seemed fuller than before, adding to the allure.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked over and touched her round belly, "But you are going to have a child, and without us making children, there would be no children to celebrate Children’s Day. For kids, Children’s Day means eating and playing, while for adults, it means making children on that day."

Being pregnant had its charms.

He had tried it for everyone, so he had the right to say so.

"Ptui!" Aoyama Haruko’s cheeks blushed a delicate pink. Their intimate life had resumed after the risky first three months, and although it wasn’t as intense as before, upon hearing his words, she knew she’d have to endure another night enduring his affections.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stopped teasing her, kissed her on the cheek, and went to the living room to watch the news on TV.

As soon as he turned it on, there was a report about next month’s Congressional election, a truly dull sight with daily coverage.

At the end of last month, led by Yamahana Shigeru of the Japan Socialist Party, opposition party legislators proposed a vote of no confidence in the Miyazawa Cabinet citing the failure to achieve political reform. At the time of voting, 39 members from the Liberal Democratic Party, led by Yutian Zi and Ozawa Ichiro, backstabbed the current Prime Minister Miyazawa, leading to the passage of the no-confidence motion.

The Miyazawa Cabinet announced the dissolution of the House of Representatives and confirmed the House of Representatives election for the next month, on the 18th.

With Saitama Prefecture as his main vote bank, Aoyama Sosuke had a high likelihood of success, and alongside him, Yanchuan Xianyou was also poised to officially step into the political arena.

His political debut was what others spent their lives striving for; inevitably, the power of the established vote banks of the Yanchuan Family was a formidable advantage.

Thus, Aoyama Xiu Xin was planning to develop Sapporo, and even Hokkaido, as his future strongholds, shouting out his candidacy would at least win him the votes of those who had benefitted from him in Hokkaido.

Given the betrayal by 39 members within the Liberal Democratic Party, it was clear that the party’s situation in next month’s Congressional election was not optimistic.

Moreover, there was a proposal to reform the electoral system for the Congress; politicians could pocket political funds before, but with the reforms, they’d have to do so quietly if passed.

After all, such issues were never completely eradicable.

This year’s political scene in Japan was chaotic, not like the past when the Liberal Democratic Party always led unstoppably; currently, few could predict which party would govern or which politician would become the Prime Minister.

As a transmigrator, Aoyama Xiu Xin could only remember a few famous Japanese politicians like Koizumi and Abe, having no broader knowledge of Japanese politics, so he couldn’t guess who would ultimately take up the role of Prime Minister.

"Why fight over it, let me call the shots."

Aoyama Xiu Xin muttered to himself.

"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"

The telephone rang, interrupting his daydream.

"Moshi moshi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin," he answered, still watching the television.

"Senior Police Director, it’s Nozaki Cangjian."

"Mr. Nobita, you’re back?" Aoyama Xiu Xin was surprised, asking Cang Jian had disappeared for more than two months, always promising to return next week; he had thought the man had fled.

That would mean he had assisted in his escape.

This was the first time he received a call directly from the other party, so he guessed he had returned to Japan.

"Hey! Just got off the plane. I’ve brought you a gift this time, let’s meet at the usual place."

"Alright, Mr. Nobita, let’s not miss each other."

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