Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 585 - 481: Gunshot, Courting Favor, A Seed of Deep Affection (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 585: Chapter 481: Gunshot, Courting Favor, A Seed of Deep Affection (Vote for Monthly Pass)

Fenghe Garden Private Club.

The car stopped, and Aoyama Xiu Xin got out and steadied himself without rushing to move; it was his habit to tidy up his attire first.

"Boss, be careful!" As soon as Jin Yucheng heard the engine’s roar, he glanced outside and was immediately stricken with horror.

A black Toyota Corolla came speeding from behind, and a gun barrel protruded from the passenger side.

Jin Yucheng was still seated in the driver’s seat; it was too late to either draw his gun to shoot or to help shield against the bullets.

But, relying on his extraordinary physical fitness, Aoyama Xiu Xin reacted quickly. As soon as he heard Jin Yucheng’s voice, he didn’t look back or think twice; he immediately crouched down behind the car without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" "Clang clang crash!"

Five gunshots in a row; two of the bullets flew over the top of the car, two others sparked as they hit the body of the car, and the last bullet shattered the rear window glass.

Shards of flying glass cut a small gash on the fair and handsome face of Aoyama Xiu Xin.

The Toyota Corolla didn’t slow down at all during the entire process of catching up and shooting. After the failed strike, it simply fled at high speed, with its taillights fading into the distance.

Professional, decisive, not the least bit sloppy.

If not for Aoyama Xiu Xin’s superhuman reflexes, he would probably have been dead by now.

"Boss! Are you alright?" Jin Yucheng got out of the car and rushed to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s side, immediately checking to see if he had been shot—his salary for the month hadn’t been paid yet.

Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand and breathed out dryly, "I’m fine, I’m not hurt."

He felt a slight pain on his face; reaching out to touch it, the tips of his fingers came away with a smear of bright red.

"It’s a glass cut," Jin Yucheng said.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head to indicate he was fine; under those circumstances, just keeping his life was fortunate enough.

"Chairman!"

"Mr. Aoyama!"

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, members of the Xiongcheng Association who heard the gunshots all ran out.

"Mr. Aoyama, are you alright?" Among them, vice-chairwoman Hashimoto Miho, Prosecutor Suzuki Junko, and Yehua Yiren—who all had affections for him—were the most anxious.

Only after confirming that the danger had passed did Aoyama Xiu Xin stand up and calmly said, "Thanks for your concern, everyone. Rest assured, I’m fine. However, I would ask all of you to come together and capture the shooter who attacked me."

He was neither overly flustered nor angry because he was already prepared for this kind of situation. In his original timeline, even the head of the Japan Police Department had been shot at the entrance to his home.

He was only a Senior Police Director now, but he had offended quite a few people, and even more wanted him dead. It was only normal for some to take action.

There was no need for panic or anger; the rational course was to catch the shooter and settle accounts with the mastermind.

Yet, he was genuinely curious: Who wanted to kill him, and why wait until he was back in Tokyo to take action?

"Hey! Chairman, rest assured, we will definitely uncover the truth and catch the culprit!" Hashimoto Miho promised with a stern expression, and the others shared her determination.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded and then said, "Let the news of this shooting circulate tonight."

For the sake of tranquility and privacy, Fenghe Garden’s location was quite secluded, with no residences nearby.

Therefore, no one had witnessed the recent scene, and as long as they didn’t spread the word excessively, no one would know about it.

A shooting had already taken place, and having just walked through Ghost Gate, he couldn’t just let it slide; Aoyama Xiu Xin naturally wanted to use the incident to gain some advantage for himself.

It was always good to use the opportunity to win public favor.

"Hey! Chairman, rest assured, this matter will be reported tomorrow. If it’s convenient for you, we can conduct an interview with you later," said Saihara Ichiro, the respectful editor-in-chief of the Asahi News Political Department.

That’s the benefit of being part of a group, with members from all walks of life, making everything more convenient.

"Good," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded. "Let’s talk about the interview later. For now, let’s go inside for the meeting."

"Yes!" Everyone bowed in unison, then tactfully parted to form a path, allowing him to walk in the lead.

Seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin remains unperturbed and collected, despite just having survived a shooting and requesting to continue with the meeting, everyone harbored genuine admiration.

After all, they themselves could never achieve that composure.

Tonight’s gathering was mainly for networking, exchanging views on the current situation, and sharing the latest developments in their respective fields. Since he was also to be interviewed, Aoyama Xiu Xin had everyone disperse after ten o’clock.

It was conducted by Matsubara Zizhi, a political journalist who was now a hit in Tokyo and happened to be having an affair with him.

On camera, both parties were very serious.

"I heard that Chief of Police Aoyama had been shot by unidentified gunmen tonight?" Dressed in a white fitted blazer, her legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings placed together at an angle, the efficient Matsubara Zizhi asked.

"Yes," Aoyama nodded, his voice calm as if he was talking about something irrelevant to him, "It happened about two hours ago when I was leaving for a gathering with friends. Right after getting out of the car, I was shot at. There were two gunmen, one driver and one shooter, and they fired a total of five shots. Fortunately, I had a close escape."

"Listening to it seems very dangerous." Matsubara Zizhi patted her chest, her bosom heaving, then asked with a probing look, "But I see you’re very calm."

"Because from the first day I became a police officer, I was ready for this," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a nonchalant demeanor, "To be a good cop, you need to be able to do the job and take the risks, and doing so will inevitably make enemies and offend people. I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve sent to prison and hell, and I’ve crossed countless parties’ interests. It’s only natural that some want me dead. This isn’t the first time I’ve faced this, nor will it be the last."

"Do you regret it? Regret putting yourself in danger?" Although Matsubara Zizhi was a reporter, her acting was very good, sporting a deeply moved expression.

"Regret?" Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled and exhaled, "Never. Everyone dies eventually, and rather than dying in bed, I’d prefer to die in the act of advocating justice for the people, because I believe the people will remember me. Even if my body perishes, my name will live on in their hearts."

At this point, he paused, his gaze piercing as he looked into the camera and declared emphatically:

"I want to say this to the two gunmen or their employers behind you, and those who wish to kill me—you can’t intimidate me with your lowly tricks! I stand with the support of millions of citizens, and I will not fall because I must protect the millions behind me!"

After saying that, he smiled again and half-jokingly added, "Besides, I’m also a very petty person—if you didn’t succeed in killing me, I will definitely catch you and make you pay!"

"Okay, I hope the criminals are apprehended soon and brought to justice. Thank you for your cooperation, and I have great respect for you," Matsubara Zizhi said as she got up and bowed.

With the camera and audio equipment turned off, Matsubara Zizhi dropped her just moments ago indifference and elegance, and, eager to please, she trotted over with a glass of water for Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Chief Aoyama, you must be thirsty after speaking so much. Have some water to moisten your throat."

"I’d like to moisten your throat." Eyeing her soft, rosy cherry lips, Aoyama Xiu Xin smirked and pressed her head down.

Matsubara Zizhi’s pretty face flushed red, she looked up at him with a resentful and shy gaze, but didn’t mind the photographer and assistant still present, and reached out to undo his belt.

To ordinary people, she was a glamorous and popular reporter, but in the eyes of a powerful man like Aoyama Xiu Xin, she was just a toy to be played with whenever and wherever; to maintain her public image, she had to suffer in private and submit publicly.

The photographer and assistant exchanged glances, their envy barely hidden, but they dared not look more. They busied themselves with packing their equipment, and once done, they bowed to Aoyama Xiu Xin and backed out of the room.

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The following morning, the citizens who saw the interview on TV were moved and filled with righteous indignation.

Chief Aoyama was risking his life time and again to uphold justice and maintain the law!

The murderer deserved to be hacked to pieces!

Some people sneered at this: Aoyama Xiu Xin had just been assaulted and immediately had an interview to win people’s hearts, truly an opportunistic man.

And there were those who regretted why the gunmen hadn’t succeeded in finishing off the bastard Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Friends and relatives who cared about Aoyama Xiu Xin called one after another, and although Aoyama Xiu Xin was quite impatient, he had to respond kindly and gratefully to each.

"This is crazy, it’s bad enough to murder, but to not kill him." Suzuki Taichiro frowned and commented as he saw the news during breakfast.

Those who attempted to assassinate Aoyama Xiu Xin, as long as they didn’t succeed, would only make him gain more citizen’s support and get stronger after each attempt.

Damn, Suzuki Taichiro even suspected the assassination might be a self-directed play by Aoyama Xiu Xin to win over people’s hearts.

Suzuki Jiro looked up, his face full of hate, and resentfully said, "Good people don’t live long, calamities linger for a thousand years."

The swelling around his eyes made it clear he had cried a lot in the past few days; after all, Yoshino Hazuki was his true love.

The death of his beloved filled him with hate for his older brother’s cold-heartedness, and even more for Aoyama Xiu Xin, who he believed must have ordered Yoshino Hazuki’s murder to take revenge for Nakamura Shinichi, and that’s why his brother did it.

"Keep your damn mouth shut, don’t you know disasters stem from careless talk?" said Suzuki Taichiro coldly.

Suzuki Jiro glowered down, reaching for the tissue box on the dining table, but suddenly remembered how at times like this, Yoshino Hazuki used to wipe his mouth for him, which plunged him back into memories.

"Put it down," ordered Suzuki Taichiro impatiently, seeing his brother holding the tissue box still.

"I can’t put it down, I can’t let go of her!" Suzuki Jiro’s tears overflowed as he choked up, "I can’t let go of her!"

"Smack!" Looking at this fool, Suzuki Taichiro felt fed up and slapped him across the face, snatching the tissue box from his hand and casually pulling out a couple of sheets to wipe his mouth, "I’m going to apologize for you right now!"

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Suzuki Jiro sniffled, his eyes filled with resentment and rage, clutching his chopsticks and pressing hard, seething.

Hazuki, I will avenge you!

Crack—The chopsticks broke.

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