In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 256 The evil capitalists are behind the scenes (please give me a monthly ticket!)

Monday was sunny and cloudless.

It was a little after seven in the morning, the weather was slightly cool, and Tokyo International Airport was already busy with traffic. Takashi Fujimoto and four others drove among the traffic, circling the parking lot again and again looking for Kazuo Mishima's Maybach.

Little did he know that the cars around him were filled with police officers.

"Deputy Minister, let me be responsible for detonating it."

Nobi Kura Ken, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said.

The other three looked at him subconsciously.

Nobita Ken took a deep breath, "I didn't participate in the previous two times. I want to kill this last bastard with my own hands to commemorate my dead brothers and our dead future. Please promise me!"

You have to trick the bomb's remote control into your hands.

Otherwise, there is no way to carry out the arrest.

"Okay, then you do it. It's just a matter of pressing a button." Takakazu Fujimoto nodded and handed a simple remote control to Ken Nobikura.

Nobi Kuraken held it tightly and put it in his pocket.

"Look! It's Kazuo Mishima's car!"

Koizumi Hisahide suddenly exclaimed.

The other three looked out of the car window and saw Mishima Kazuo's Maybach parked there. Through the windshield they could see the driver sitting inside.

"Park the car and follow the plan."

Takakazu Fujimoto said as he slowly exhaled.

"Hi!" The other three responded at the same time.

After parking the car, Koizumi Hisahide and Aoi Taimori got out of the car and walked towards the Maybach.

"Kuraken?" Fujimoto Takawa saw that Nobi Kuraken was still standing there and called out to him, "Go ahead."

At this moment, Ken Nobikura suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Takakazu Fujimoto who was on the lookout in the driver's seat.

Fujimoto Takakazu's expression was stunned at first, then he suddenly realized, and a variety of complex emotions such as heartache and disbelief all surged into his heart in a short period of time.

"I'm sorry, Vice Minister, I'm a police officer."

Nobi Kuraken said this uncomfortably, and according to the plan agreed upon in advance, he raised three fingers and stretched them out of the window, which was a signal to the police that they could arrest him.

"Action!" Akamoto Nobunaga gave the order.

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of doors opening, more than a dozen plainclothes policemen rushed out of the cars and surrounded Koizumi Hisahide and Aoi Taimori with guns.

"Don't move! Police! Get on the ground!"

Looking at the police who suddenly appeared, Koizumi Hisahide and Aoi Taimori froze in place, then they understood something at the same time, slowly looked back, then put down the bombs in their hands and slowly lay on the ground.

They had also been police officers and knew that there was no room for resistance in such a situation and they could only surrender.

The other four men who were walking towards this side saw this scene and quickly turned back. Their faces turned pale, and they were so scared that their fingers kept shaking.

After seeing the two men lying down, the policemen who had formed a circle walked forward slowly and vigilantly, kicked the bag containing the bomb away, and then quickly pinned down the two men.

Moments later, both were handcuffed.

Nobi Kura Ken also took the handcuffed Fujimoto Takakazu out of the car. As Fujimoto Takakazu walked forward, he said calmly: "Actually, I doubted you at first, but I still chose to believe you. I didn't expect you to sell us out for promotion and wealth."

"I did it to save you!" Nobita Ken raised his voice and said sincerely, "Inspector Aoyama has noticed you a long time ago. I can't watch you die. As long as you tell the truth, Inspector Aoyama promised to help you plead with the judge."

"Then we should still thank you?" Takakazu Fujimoto chuckled, then shut his mouth and said no more.

Koizumi Hisahide had a ferocious look on his face, staring at Nobita Ken viciously, "Bakayarō! I never thought that a fellow like you would actually betray us!"

"He is a policeman, just in a different position." Aoi Taimori said in a cold tone, looking at Nobi Cangjian without any fluctuation in his eyes, "Officer Nobi, your acting is good. From now on, you will go your way and we will go our way. I hope you can step firmly on the steps built with your brother's body."

Nobita Ken opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he could only sigh and close his eyes in pain.

He doesn't have any acting skills to speak of. He just shows his true feelings when interacting with the three people. But it is also because of this that he is able to successfully gain the trust of the three people.

"go!"

All three were pushed into the police car and taken away. The entire arrest went very smoothly and took no more than three minutes.

It didn't cause any major disturbance.

"Abe-kun, what should we do now?"

After watching the police car leave, the four men hiding behind the pillars dared to show up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Keep going!" The middle-aged man named Abe was about forty years old, with dark skin, weather-beaten skin, and calloused hands. He pursed his chapped lips and analyzed, "Those three people just now seemed to be going after that bastard Kazuo Mishima. If we start now, Kazuo Mishima will be even less prepared."

"Or...or just forget it. It will be terrible if we get caught." A middle-aged man in his thirties, who was also weathered, said hesitantly.

The courage he had finally gathered up disappeared after experiencing the scene of the police arresting people.

"Forget it?" Another young man in his twenties with a buzz cut glared, "That bastard owed us seven months' salary, but he went abroad to live a carefree life. Can you swallow this? Even if you can swallow this, how will your family buy rice? We are just trying to get our money back in our own way!"

"That's right. Because he didn't pay me, I was forced to borrow high-interest loans. If he doesn't give me the money, I won't be able to pay the interest next month!" A slightly fat middle-aged man with a face full of flesh agreed with gritted teeth.

Seeing that the three of them were determined to continue, the timid middle-aged man had no choice but to agree.

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At 8 o'clock, the flight that Kazuo Mishima was on landed at Tokyo International Airport on time. With a big belly and dressed in designer clothes, he dragged his suitcase and walked out of the airport while calling the driver to pick him up.

"Drive the car to the exit and wait for me. By the way, have the three guys who tried to attack me been caught?"

"Hi! They have just been caught by the police." "Yo." Kazuo Mishima smiled slightly. He was also very scared and made up his mind to put pressure on the prosecution to sentence those three guys to death.

He had already forgiven the three thugs for accidentally killing his mistress six years ago, but not only did they not show any gratitude, they even wanted to take revenge on him.

Then don't blame yourself for wanting to kill someone!

After hanging up the phone with the driver, he called his secretary again, "Are all the people for the meeting here?"

"Hi! De is already waiting for you in the conference room."

"I'll be there in half an hour. Prepare some breakfast for me." Mishima Kazuo glanced at his watch and then asked, "Are the workers still making trouble?"

"The workers went on strike this morning and the machines have stopped now," the secretary replied cautiously.

"What?" Mishima Kazuo exploded in anger. "Damn it! How dare those unruly people go on strike without permission? Do you know how much I lose if the machine stops for one day? Their annual salary is not enough to compensate! Tell the legal department to find a way to get the losses caused by today's strike to those peasants. It will just be enough to cover the wages owed to them by the company!"

For large factories, once the machines are started, they cannot be stopped. There are people to cover for meals. If the machines stop operating for one day, the losses will be huge.

"Hi!" the secretary replied respectfully.

After Mishima Kazuo hung up the phone, he was still cursing, "Those bastards! The economy is getting worse and worse, and he gave them a job, but they are not grateful. They actually went on strike just because he owed them seven months' salary. How unreasonable!"

A peasant is just a peasant. He cannot share the hardships with the company, cannot understand the difficulties of the boss, cannot overcome the difficulties together with the company, and always thinks about his own salary. How much money is that?
"You still want your salary? Haha, wait!"

Kazuo Mishima sneered. If the debt was only overdue for one or two months, he wouldn't mind paying it off.

But it had been overdue for seven months, and paying it off in one go would be a huge sum of money, so of course he was reluctant to do so.

He would rather use part of the money to bribe officials from relevant departments and hire violent gangs to deal with the workers who are causing trouble, rather than give it to the workers!
All the money was given to the peasants.

孽 孽!
As he walked out of the airport, Kazuo Mishima immediately saw his Maybach, which he had bought less than a year ago.

He curled the corners of his mouth and walked over.

The driver bowed, took the luggage from his hand and put it in the trunk, then bent down and opened the back door.

Kazuo Mishima got into the car and sat down.

The driver sat in the driving seat and was just about to start the vehicle when the passenger and rear doors were suddenly opened and four men forced their way in.

"You are..." The driver was shocked.

Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat had already drawn a knife and put it against his neck. He said nervously, "Shut up! Drive!"

"You... who are you? What do you want to do? Don't mess around!"

Kazuo Mishima in the back seat was squeezed by three men and had difficulty breathing, especially with a sharp dagger on his neck. He was panicked and really afraid that the dagger would cut his throat if the vehicle bumped.

"Go...where to go?"

The driver asked tremblingly.

"Go ahead, I'll show you the way."

The middle-aged man in the passenger seat said coldly.

The driver started the car in a panic.

"President Mishima, you owe us seven months' salary." Abe said gritting his teeth.

Mishima Kazuo was shocked. "You are the workers in my factory? You kidnapped me with a knife just for seven months' salary?"

He thought it was absolutely ridiculous that these four peasants would kidnap him for such a small amount of money.

Why bother?
When the four heard this, they were all furious.

"Just seven months' salary? Why don't you pay it? Why? Do you know how many co-workers have lost their families because of your unpaid wages?"

The man holding the knife across his neck was a young man in his twenties, who kept asking questions in an emotional state.

"No, no, no... Don't get excited, don't get excited. I'll give you double the money. I have plenty of money." Kazuo Mishima stammered.

Abe said: "We want 200 million yen."

"Two hundred million! Excuse me, but do you know how heavy two hundred million is?" Kazuo Mishima felt that these four peasants were a bit greedy. He originally wanted to give them a few million yen to get rid of them.

Abe punched him in the face and said through gritted teeth: "This is the wages you owe to all of us workers. We are not as greedy as you!"

Kazuo Mishima felt it was even more ridiculous. These four people actually kidnapped him just to get the wages of others back. What was going on in this world?
I just went abroad.

Why did Japanese society change when I came back?

Looking at the indescribable complex expression on Kazuo Mishima's face, the three people in the back row became more and more angry.

He pinned down Kazuo Mishima and beat him violently.

"Ah! Stop! Stop! I'll give each of you 10 million yen, how about that? You can do whatever you want with the money. What does it have to do with you if others don't get the money?" Kazuo Mishima said seductively.

When Abe heard this, he threw two sandbags at his face again and cursed, "Fuck you! Do you think everyone has black blood like you? No less than one cent of the two hundred million! If you lose one cent, I will stab you!"

Kazuo Mishima was beaten so badly that his face was bruised and swollen, tears and nosebleed were streaming, he was gritting his teeth in hatred, he didn't know how to adapt at all, he couldn't even grasp the opportunity to make a fortune when it was right in front of him, he really deserved to be a peasant for the rest of his life.

"I just want to ask you 200 million! Can you give it to me?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Kazuo Mishima nodded obediently, but he hated it to the extreme in his heart and swore to make sure these four guys were severely punished by the law!
Although he is law-abiding, he is in arrears with wages.

Say he doesn't abide by the law, but he will use the weapon of law against the workers to protect his own rights.

This is the evil capitalist.

(End of this chapter)