In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 258: Plans don’t change as fast as they should, street light pendants (asking for monthly tickets!)
"Inspector Miki, what did Inspector Aoyama say?"

Seeing Ichiro Miki returning, Kazuo Mishima's secretary, who was waiting in his office, hurriedly stood up and asked.

"Secretary Miyazawa, the superintendent said that unless you can provide evidence that President Mishima was kidnapped, the police will not file a case." Miki Ichiro said lightly.

The secretary was immediately anxious. "No, isn't it your police's job to investigate the evidence of kidnapping?"

"Yes, but first we have to file a case, and to file a case you have to prove that he was kidnapped." Miki Ichiro shrugged, with a businesslike attitude.

secretary:"………………"

You are blocking the bug here for me!
"If anything happens to our chairman, your Metropolitan Police Department will be held responsible!" the secretary threatened angrily.

Miki Ichiro's face turned cold, "Get lost! If you continue to make trouble here and force me to bear the punishment of beating someone to disability, then you will also be responsible!"

You are shameless. Didn't you hear that this is an order from our police inspector? What's the point of you yelling at me?

Inspector Aoyama is right. Kazuo Mishima deserves to be taught a lesson by his fellow workers for failing to pay wages.

If we rescue him, who will pay the workers who are owed wages?
Qingshan police officer has a kind heart and unparalleled love!
"You...you..." The secretary was so angry that his face turned pale and blue. Finally, he stomped his feet and turned away.

She is now the person who cares about Kazuo Mishima the most.

Because she was just a mistress, everything was given by Kazuo Mishima, and she had no right to inherit the property. If anything happened to Kazuo Mishima, she would definitely be kicked out of the company by the legal wife who inherited Mishima's property.

Even taking back everything that Kazuo Mishima gave him.

So since the police refused to file a case, she had to hurry back to carry out Mishima Kazuo's instructions and pay the wages of those peasants in exchange for his safety.

At this time, Kazuo Mishima, who was justly sanctioned by his proletarian working brothers, was praying in his heart that the company would not pay him back wages, but call the police to save him.

At the same time, we are also doing ideological work on the four people.

"You are not allowed to do this. It is against the law. If you want to claim your wages legally, you should use the law as a weapon to protect your legal rights. Otherwise, even if you are right, you will be wrong. Please let me go immediately. I will not pursue what happened today..."

"Pa!" The shaved young man raised his hand and slapped him hard, cursing: "We peasants are not good at using the law as a weapon. We are better at using fists and knives as weapons to protect our legal rights."

"Legal means? Weren't our previous methods of asking for wages illegal? I didn't see you issue any!" Abe, who was in the lead, kicked Kazuo Mishima with a flying kick.

“Ouch!” Mishima Kazuo screamed, and quickly curled up into a ball with his head in his hands, “Stop hitting me, stop hitting me.”

A middle-aged man frowned and said, "It's been a long time, why is there no news yet?"

“Baka!” The most timid middle-aged man was in a state of panic and irritability. He stepped forward and kicked Mishima Kazuo hard a few times. “Did you play any tricks when you called? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

Kazuo Mishima continued to struggle at the beginning.

But soon he became silent and motionless.

"Wait! Stop! Stop it now!" Abe suddenly noticed blood oozing from the ground. His face changed and he quickly stepped forward and forcibly dragged the timid middle-aged man away.

Everyone looked at Kazuo Mishima lying on the ground and discovered that the back of his head was hit on a sharp rock, blood was flowing out, and he had closed his eyes.

"This...this...is he dead?"

The young man with a shaved head said with a pale face and stuttered.

"No! Impossible! He's pretending! This old man must be pretending!" The timid middle-aged man was suddenly frightened and panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed Mishima Kazuo's collar and shouted: "Speak! Speak to me!"

Abe stepped forward and sniffed, then said with a very grim expression, "The person is dead."

The timid middle-aged man felt like he was struck by lightning and his teeth were chattering.

The other two weren't much better.

They just wanted their wages back and never thought of actually killing Kazuo Mishima.

But the reality is that plans can never keep up with changes, and rarely will things develop smoothly as planned.

"What should we do? What should we do? What should we do now?" asked the timid middle-aged man tremblingly.

The honest and taciturn middle-aged man made a suggestion, "Why don't you turn yourself in?"

"No! I'm still so young and don't want to go to jail!" The young man with a shaved head rejected it without hesitation.

Abe bared his teeth and said, "If you surrender yourself for kidnapping and murder, you won't be released for at least ten years. We are all in our 40s. If we spend more than a decade in prison and come out in our 50s or 60s, what's the point of living?"

The four of them fell into a long silence again.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The phone suddenly rang.

The four of them shivered with fear.

Abe picked up the phone: "Moshimoshi?"

"Brother Abe, it's paid! The chairman's secretary and the financial staff just came to distribute the salaries! All salaries will be paid on the spot!" The person on the other end of the line sounded excited.

Because of the sound leakage, the other three people nearby also heard what was said. They subconsciously smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a sad look.

This joy has nothing to do with them now.

Abe said in a deep voice: "It's good that it was sent out. It would be even better if it was sent out earlier."

If it had been posted earlier, things wouldn't have come to this point.

"Brother Abe..."

"You can pick it up for us and give it to our family." Abe interrupted the other party.

"Hey! Are you guys...are you okay?"

"It's okay, that's it." Abe hung up the phone, exhaled, and then looked at the other three accomplices, "It's time to make a decision."

The three of them looked at each other, and then their eyes focused on Abe, the backbone of the team. "You all don't want to surrender?" Abe asked.

The shaved head and the timid middle-aged man nodded without hesitation.

The honest middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and nodded.

People tend to follow the crowd, and their own ideas will often change according to the ideas of the team.

"Okay!" Abe stood up from the ground.

The other three also stood up.

Abe's eyes were fierce, he pursed his cracked lips with bloodshot eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, then let's run! Four grown men can't find a bowl of rice to eat anywhere, from now on, the four of us live and die together!"

"Live and die together!" the three echoed excitedly.

The four men had been co-workers for many years, and because they shared similar interests, they were able to kidnap Kazuo Mishima to demand wages for their co-workers. Now they have killed someone together, and their friendship has been further sublimated.

"Since the company has paid the salary, it means that there is no suspicion that Mishima was kidnapped, and the police have not been called yet, so we don't need to rush. Since we have decided to run away, let's make a big one before leaving! By the way, say goodbye to your family, it will be difficult to see them again in the future."

Abe said with full energy.

"Brother Abe, we will listen to you if you tell us what to do. Your brain works better than ours."

"Yes, we will follow you from now on."

The three of them expressed their opinions in turn.

Abe's eyes fell on the body of Kazuo Mishima.

"Before leaving Tokyo, let's give the Japanese capitalists a little shock from the workers."

....................................

The next day, September 9, was sunny.

An important intersection in Chuo Ward, the core area of ​​Tokyo, has been blocked by police, all vehicles have been diverted, and many onlookers have gathered around.

On a street lamp at the intersection.

There was a bloody corpse hanging there.

The corpse's neck was tied to a street lamp with a rope, hanging in the air, and the blood on its clothes had dried.

At the same time he had a large cardboard sign hanging from his body.

It said: His withholding of wages has caused the workers to lose their families and their lives. He is acting in the name of justice and his death does not deserve pity.

Because the person who can make the decision has not arrived at the scene yet.

Therefore, the police who were setting up the blockade did not rashly take the body down, but only set up a cordon.

Reporters all around were frantically taking photos of the body.

After all, this is shocking news.

Aoyama Hidenobu's car was outside and couldn't get in, so he had to get out and squeeze in. With his excellent physical fitness, he quickly made his way to the front of the crowd.

"Now the capitalists have really become lampposts."

He said as he looked up at the body on the streetlight.

"Inspector Aoyama! Please have a word with everyone!"

"Inspector Aoyama..."

After seeing Aoyama Hidenobu, the reporters around him became excited and started talking at once.

"No comment! No comment for now! The specific situation needs to be investigated, please wait for the police to report."

There is nothing wrong with murder itself, but the identities of the murderer and the victim, as well as the way the body was handled after the murder are very problematic, so he dare not say anything about it.

After all, the old man is more sensitive than Asai Aya.

What should I do if I orgasm after just a slight touch?
"Get the body down quickly."

An hour later, an internal meeting of the Metropolitan Police Department was held.

"Before the meeting, I had received no less than 10 calls, all demanding that the murderer be caught as soon as possible and brought to justice."

Renping Guoxiong said with a serious expression.

Everyone sat upright with serious expressions.

We all know the seriousness of this matter, especially now that the bubble economy has burst. Many factories have cut employee benefits and wages. The lower-class citizens have suppressed a lot of resentment. What if someone follows suit?
Neither the Japanese government nor the capitalists want this to happen, and the perpetrators must be severely punished!
This case must be solved! Quickly!

So the Metropolitan Police Department is under a lot of pressure.

"Tell us all." Renping Kunio sighed.

Aoyama Hidenobu stood up first and said the information given to him by Miki Ichiro, "The situation is very clear. We can now confirm that four workers from the Mishima Electronics Co., Ltd. factory kidnapped and killed Mishima Kazuo because they were dissatisfied with the seven-month wage arrears. When the back pay was issued yesterday, four people did not go to collect it. The murderers are these four people. We should immediately launch a nationwide wanted notice and request nationwide cooperation in the investigation."

"The Investigation Section 1 responded quickly." Nihei Kunio nodded, very satisfied with Aoyama Hidenobu.

"That's because they should have realized it yesterday." A man in his thirties snorted coldly, stood up, glanced at Aoyama Hidenobu and said, "The Investigation Division 1 must be held responsible for this matter!"

Most people were confused when they heard this accusation, but the atmosphere in the conference room gradually became solemn.

A faint smell of gunpowder began to spread.

(End of this chapter)