Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 622 - 510: Fire the Cannons! This is the Romance of Men!

Chapter 622: Chapter 510: Fire the Cannons! This is the Romance of Men!

Chitose City.

At a little past two in the afternoon, after a satisfying meal and a brief nap that fully rejuvenated him, Aoyama Xiu Xin was led by Fushan Yingzhao to a Type 90 main battle tank.

It was Aoyama Xiu Xin’s first time facing a tank.

And it was so close.

To him, this "Japan’s Tiger," which had been officially mass-produced only three years ago, was already a behemoth.

It now held the title of Asia’s top main battle tank and was also the most expensive tank to build.

Length 9.7m, width 3.4m, height 2.3m, with a combat weight of 52 tons. It was equipped with a 120mm smoothbore gun with an autoloader, capable of firing up to 11 rounds per minute. It also had an M2HB anti-aircraft machine gun and a Type 74 coaxial machine gun, manned by three crew members.

This particular tank looked very new.

Silently resting there like a sprawling beast in slumber, ready to shred everything upon awakening.

"Commander Aoyama, please, your gunner and driver are already waiting for you inside," Fushan Yingzhao said with a slight smile, invitingly patting the tank.

The commander was in charge of overall vehicle command and operating the anti-aircraft gun, the driver operated the tank, and the gunner was in charge of the main gun. Due to the tank having an autoloader, there was no need for a loader.

Aoyama Xiu Xin could hardly wait and climbed up immediately. Once seated in the commander’s position, he realized the cockpit was not as cramped as he had initially imagined; perhaps because there was no loader, the space was actually quite roomy.

The gunner’s position was right beside him, with the driver’s position in front of the gunner. Both were petite beautiful women, one with long hair and the other with short hair, and their figures were immediately noticeable because they wore nothing but military caps, their pale skin fully exposed.

No wonder the two of them had stayed inside and not come out to welcome him aboard. If the other soldiers caught sight of this scene, it would have driven them wild.

Some things can be done, but not known.

Otherwise, it would surely bring an investigation.

"Mr. Aoyama." Both female soldiers knew about the combat mission and greeted him with a slight shy bow, their cheeks blushing and hearts fluctuating heavily.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up and peeked down at Fushan Yingzhao, who responded with a meaningful smile, signaling to enjoy himself.

"Let’s move out!" commanded Aoyama Xiu Xin, gripping the anti-aircraft gun, and with a deafening roar, the tank slowly started and gradually began to pick up speed, racing towards the tank training ground.

The Type 90 could reach speeds of up to 70km/h at full speed, the current speed was probably less than half of that, but 35km/h inside a tank felt entirely different compared to 35km/h in a car.

Aoyama Xiu Xin swayed with the movements of the vehicle, maintaining balance while holding the machine gun, feeling the wind whipping across his face, his spirit soaring when suddenly he felt someone undoing his belt. He didn’t need to look to know it was definitely the gunner because the driver was, of course, driving. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

No, the gunner was also driving now.

"Ah—hiss—"

Aoyama Xiu Xin sharply inhaled, his grip on the machine gun instinctively tightening. Seeing that the training ground was already in sight, he directly pulled the trigger.

"Dadadadadadada..."

The machine gun roared, its large muzzle trembling as it spewed bullets, hitting the distant rocky cliffs, scattering stones and dust everywhere, giving him immense satisfaction.

"Fire the cannon! Fire now!" Aoyama Xiu Xin shouted hysterically as he pulled the trigger.

The female gunner hastily complied,

moving back to her seat to operate the cannon.

"Boom!" Accompanied by a loud explosion, thick smoke billowed, and a distant boulder was instantly obliterated.

Aoyama Xiu Xin ducked down to peek, and in the moment the cannon fired, the ample curves of the female gunner quivered and heaved tumultuously.

This scene was one he would probably never forget.

The red-faced female gunner continued to operate the cannon.

After shooting 3,000 rounds and 40 cannon shells, Aoyama Xiu Xin crawled down and switched places with the gunner. Under her expert guidance, he started operating and firing the cannon.

"Boom!"

As it fired, he felt the entire tank tremble, the cannon blast creating a smoke-filled gap where the machine gun had just swept.

This was truly a man’s romance!

Today, the training ground was his alone; he could drive however he wanted, bomb whatever he wanted. The area was already evacuated, and even if a building was accidentally bombed, it didn’t matter—it was all exhilarating.

While randomly bombarding with the cannon and enjoying the service of a tender-bodied beauty, Aoyama Xiu Xin felt even high-class clubs paled in comparison.

For a solid two hours, he depleted the bullets of two machine guns and forty cannon shells on the tank and had his way with both female soldiers.

After all, having wasted so much ammunition from the Seventh Division, paying a few billion in military costs was fitting reciprocity.

The tank brought Aoyama Xiu Xin back to the command center.

"Mr. Aoyama, how was it, satisfying?" Fushan Yingzhao asked as Aoyama Xiu Xin emerged.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed heartily, jumping down from the tank, "Thrilling! Absolutely thrilling!"

Guns and beauties, a thrilling delight.

"As long as you enjoyed it, you’re welcome here anytime you’re free," Fushan Yingzhao patted Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arm and waved his hand, signaling the tank to drive off.

For him, tanks, ammunition, and female soldiers were all cost-free resources—excellent for fostering relations with Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin replied, "Definitely, definitely."

Whenever he felt pressured, he could come here to vent; there was no better way.

Since Fushan Yingzhao had warmly invited him, Aoyama Xiu Xin decided to stay another night and return to Sapporo the next day.

In the evening, after a day of fun and the banquet had concluded, Aoyama Xiu Xin was tired and returned to his room early to rest.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Just as he finished his shower, there was a knock at the door.

Aoyama Xiu Xin cracked a slight smile, thinking it was Ueda Hanon showing up at Asakusa again, but when he opened the door, he found Fushan Yingzhao standing there, which momentarily startled him. "Mr. Fushan?"

Fortunately, he hadn’t blurted out any cheeky remarks the moment he opened the door.

Otherwise, Fushan Yingzhao would have been scared stiff.

"Knowing you, Aoyama, I guessed you’d still be up, want to have a drink?" Fushan Yingzhao shook the bottle of liquor in his hand.

Aoyama Xiu Xin figured he probably had some personal favor to ask, otherwise he wouldn’t have waited until after the dinner to come knocking alone.

"Of course, Mr. Fushan, please come in." Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled amiably and stepped aside to invite him inside.

But Fushan Yingzhao stood still, shook his head, and said, "Drinking in the room feels too stuffy."

"Then you pick the place, Mr. Fushan, this is your turf," Aoyama Xiu Xin suggested generously.

Ten minutes later, the two were sitting on a tank, admiring the starry sky while clinking glasses.

They chatted casually about recent social and political issues as well as gossip. Jokes and laughter ensued, and they relaxed considerably. After three rounds of drinks and a variety of dishes, Fushan Yingzhao suddenly turned solemn with a sigh, a troubled look on his face.

Here we go.

Aoyama Xiu Xin thought to himself and played along with the joke courteously, "I wonder what’s troubling Mr. Fushan?"

"At my age, what could trouble me other than my children?" Fushan Yingzhao downed a drink and sighed again. "I have two sons. The eldest is quite promising, currently serving in the Self-Defense Forces, and likely to inherit my mantle. But the problem child is the younger one. I wanted him to carve out a path in the Land Guard, but he looks down on it and insists on entering politics instead."

Entering politics meant he hoped to achieve something significant in the civil service. For ordinary people, getting a civil service job wasn’t considered entering politics but just finding a job to get by.

"Mr. Fushan’s younger son has great aspirations," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded and commented with a smile.

"Great aspirations, but no capability," Fushan Yingzhao dismissed, continuing, "Luckily, he passed the civil servant exam the year before last and is currently running errands in the Governor’s Hall of Saitama Prefecture. I’ve heard that your brother is a councilor in Saitama with quite a network. I wonder if he could look out for my useless son."

He clearly didn’t have the connections, otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"What’s the young master’s name? I’ll mention it to my brother," Aoyama Xiu Xin promised.

Fushan Yingzhao’s son passing the civil servant exam proved he wasn’t as incapable as suggested. Having the basic ability, if he could win the favor of his brother, it might strengthen the ties between the two families.

You scratch my back; I scratch yours. The complex network of relationships in bureaucracy and business is built just like this, right?

Only those with connections promote their own people. For ordinary folks aspiring to rise up, it’s as hard as reaching the heavens.

Fushan Yingzhao quickly said, "Fushan Kuiyong."

"Kuiyong," Aoyama Xiu Xin repeated the name before adding, "I’ll remember that."

"Thank you, Aoyama, for understanding and fulfilling a father’s concerns," Fushan Yingzhao said sincerely.

"Pity the heart of every parent! Even the toughest and greatest of men can be worried about their children."

After parting with Fushan Yingzhao, Aoyama Xiu Xin called Aoyama Sosuke that night to discuss the matter.

Aoyama Sosuke couldn’t understand after hearing it, "Looking out for someone isn’t a problem, but Xiu Xin, why so serious? Our Aoyama family wanting to rise doesn’t need military help, they’re just wolves chained up."

Wolves might be scary and strong, but chained up, they’re no different from dogs.

So he found Aoyama Xiu Xin’s serious regard for the relationship with the Land Guard baffling and hard to understand.

With that time and energy, it would be far more profitable to cozy up to the Yanchuan Family.

"Just do as I say for now, big brother. Make sure you take good care of Fushan Kuiyong, ideally bringing him close and building a rapport," Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t elaborate further.

Because he didn’t know how to explain.

Should he tell his brother that he planned to unleash the wolves, to let them run wild and bite?

Aoyama Sosuke would surely think he’s gone mad, and if he confirmed he hadn’t, then Aoyama Sosuke would likely go mad himself.

...

It was a quiet night, and Aoyama Xiu Xin had already gone to sleep.

But some people hadn’t.

At half past midnight, a tipsy Fujino Norihiko, singing with a slur, staggered out of a high-end izakaya with the help of two subordinates.

"Watch your step, Minister, mind the stair."

"I’m not blind, and I’m not drunk," Fujino Norihiko seemed sober enough as he pushed his subordinates away and mumbled, "I need to...pee."

Without any delay, he began to unzip right on the street.

The two subordinates exchanged helpless looks; their direct superior always acted on impulse.

Public urination was just the tip of the iceberg.

He might as well copulate right there.

"Ring, ring! Ring, ring!"

The crisp sound of a bicycle bell rang out.

Fujino Norihiko, who had just finished and was pulling up his trousers, instinctively looked toward the sound and froze, utterly smitten by the sight of a lovely young woman with fair skin and delicate features, riding a bicycle towards him.

Her graceful figure and cascade of hair fluttered in the night breeze, her skirt swayed, revealing glimpses of her shapely, pale legs as she pedaled over a bump, making even a weighed-down conscience bounce.

What a charming woman!

By the time Fujino Norihiko snapped out of his daze, the woman had already ridden past, leaving only a trace of her scent for him to deeply inhale.

"Sekuni! Start the car! Catch up to her."

Fujino Norihiko hurriedly climbed into the car and commanded.

Others might woo a woman with careful warmth and clever words, but not him; all he needed was speed, catch up to her for a "heh heh heh."

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