In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 292: The old story repeats itself. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.
"Da da da da da da da!"

In the boundless ocean, short and rapid gunshots suddenly rang out, and splashes like boiling water appeared on the sea surface, and soon returned to silence.

"Boss, the gun is fine."

Sergei's younger brother threw the two AK rifles in his hands back into the box and turned around to report to his eldest brother.

"Captain, the money is no problem." Hans's men had already counted the money and stood up to report to their superior.

"Very good." Hans nodded, turned around and smiled at Sergei as he extended his hand. "Happy cooperation."

"Pleasure." Sergei shook it and patted his shoulder with his other hand. "When we open up the market here, you will have to supply us with your goods for a long time."

"Oh, Sergey, how long have you been retired? Have you forgotten that our country lacks everything except guns? The various troops are only worried about not finding buyers, otherwise they would not look down on your small business." Hans punched him on the chest.

Sergei shrugged. "Well, then I can be considered to be contributing to the country after retiring from the army."

"Who isn't?" Hans shrugged.

The two looked at each other, their smiles slightly bitter.

When faith collapses, eating becomes the most practical problem. The big guys are busy fighting for power and have no time to care about the little guys like them, so they naturally have to find ways to fill their stomachs, including committing crimes.

Staying alive is always the first priority.

Only when you are full can you talk about other things.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

At this moment, the sound of sirens reached everyone's ears. Large lights in the distance were projected onto the sea, making the water appear white. The alternating red and blue police lights added color to the dark sea surface.

Countless ships and speedboats came speeding from all directions, their propellers at full power stirring up waves half a person's height, accompanied by bursts of deafening sounds of breaking through the air. Four armed helicopters hovered above the ships and flew quickly towards the two fishing boats.

"police!"

One of Sergei's men was horrified.

"We are the Japanese police and the Japan Coast Guard. Listen, the fishing boats ahead are suspected of conducting large-scale illegal transactions within our territory. Please lay down your weapons and surrender immediately and cooperate with our investigation..."

越拉越近。

The loudspeaker on the helicopter began to call for a surrender.

"There is a traitor among us!" Hans' suspicious eyes instantly locked on Nobi Kurakani.

"Don't move! I'm a policeman! You have no way to retreat!" Nobita Ken acted decisively and held Sergei hostage by surprise, strangling his neck with one hand and pointing a gun at his head with the other. "Tell your men to put down their guns immediately, or I will kill you."

"Damn it! He tipped off the police!"

"Asshole! Let our boss go!"

Everyone pulled out their guns and pointed them at Nobita Ken.

"Hans, kill him." Sergei said to Hans with a gloomy face without any panic.

Nobita Ken didn't expect that Sergei was not afraid of death at all, and shouted: "I will really kill him!"

Damn, is this idiot crazy? They won't be sentenced to death if they are caught as Russians.

"Hans, kill him! The Soviets will never be captured by the Japanese! They will only send the Japanese to Siberia to grow potatoes!" Sergei said in a deep voice.

There is a lot of hatred between the Japanese and the Russians. As a retired soldier, it is too shameful to be held hostage by the Japanese.

"Shoot." Hans looked at Sergei deeply, and then gave the order without hesitation.

"Baka!" Nobita Ken was shocked. He dropped his gun and turned around to jump into the surging waves. At the same time, intensive gunfire rang out behind him. Sergei was shot into a sieve and fell into the sea soon after.

"Pfft!"

The surrounding sea water was dyed a small patch of red.

Others rushed to the side of the boat and fired indiscriminately at the sea, trying to kill Nobita Ken in the sea.

"Da da da da da da da da da!"

"Stop!" Hans shouted. After the gunfire stopped, he turned around and made a serious pre-war mobilization:
"Did you hear what Sergei just said? There are no Soviets captured by the Japanese! There are no Soviet active servicemen captured! Get ready for battle!"

"Ula!"

Hans raised his hand and shouted that they must die here, otherwise once they were captured and their identities as active military personnel were confirmed, it might cause a diplomatic conflict.

They just wanted to make some money to fill their stomachs, but they didn't intend to bring the country into the whirlpool of international public opinion again.

Russia has enough troubles these days.

“Hurrah!” “Hurrah!” “Hurrah!”

Responses came one after another. These tough men who had experienced the war were afraid of poverty and hunger, but they were not afraid of death. They loaded their guns, pointed them outward, and engaged the enemy.

"Fire!"

On an armed ship, Aoyama Hidenobu witnessed this scene through a telescope. He admired their fearlessness of death, but ordered to open fire without mercy.

"Shoot!" Taro Tsuburaya used a walkie-talkie to convey the order to other Metropolitan Police Department members who were involved in the arrest.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

Police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department pulled the trigger one after another.

But the Coast Guard did not move because they had not received any order to attack from their superiors.

"Open fire!" Yagyu Tamon grabbed the intercom.

"Da da da da da da da da da!"

A small-scale Russo-Japanese War broke out.

Vaguely, the old events are repeating themselves, like a dream returning to the past.

In an instant, the machine guns on the ship and the helicopter opened fire at the same time. There was loud gunfire, and bullets poured out towards the two fishing boats like a torrential rain.

With crackling sounds and splashing water, the two fishing boats became sitting ducks. The hulls were easily torn apart by the roaring machine guns, and lives were swallowed up one after another.

Some were directly cut in half by machine guns, but no one surrendered, so the gunfire never stopped.

It would be more accurate to say that it was a massacre rather than an arrest.

The Russians had no power to resist at all.

The broken limbs and bodies fell into the sea, dyeing the small area of ​​water around the fishing boat pink.

After three to five minutes, the gunfire finally stopped. The two fishing boats floating on the sea were already riddled with holes and on fire, with corpses strewn all over the deck.

The Metropolitan Police Department and the Coast Guard achieved a crushing victory with their absolute firepower and numerical superiority.

One after another, well-trained police officers boarded the ship to search in an orderly manner and reported in a timely manner after confirming that there was no problem.

"Officer, all criminals have been shot dead!"

Aoyama Hidenobu and Yagyu Tamon boarded the ship together.

"Damn, so many guns, and they're all new standard guns." Looking at the guns lying in the open boxes, Yagyu Tamon took a breath of cold air.

Is this a preparation for a coup in Japan?
Aoyama Hidenobu was somewhat disgusted by the blood flowing on the deck and frowned slightly, but he had no choice but to step on it. The blood splashed on his shoes.

"Yagyu-kun, how is it, is it a great achievement?"

"Thank you for your care, Mr. Aoyama." Yagyu Tamon laughed and did not call him the president in public.

"Splash!" Accompanied by the sound of slight waves, a human head emerged from the sea. Nobi Kura Ken, who was a hundred meters away from the fishing boat, swam and shouted loudly in Japanese: "It's me! Save me! Save me!" Fortunately, he was a good swimmer. After jumping off the boat, he quickly swam to the bottom of the boat to avoid the bullets shot from above. Later, he knew that the police and the criminals were going to exchange fire, so he used the moonlight to swim to a distance of a hundred meters away. Otherwise, he would not have died at the hands of the Russians but might have died at the hands of his own people.

A speedboat responsible for outer security drove over, pulled him out, and brought him to Aoyama Hidenobu.

"Inspector, this person claims to know you."

"You go down." Aoyama Hidenobu waved to the police officer and looked at Nobi Kura Ken, "You follow me."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the stern of the fishing boat.

Nobi Kura Ken, who looked a little embarrassed, followed closely behind.

Yagyu Tamon did not follow him, but went over to ask the subordinates who were counting the stolen money, "How much is there in total?"

"Report to the Minister! Three million US dollars have been counted so far, and the remaining amount is approximately..."

Before the subordinate could finish his words, Yagyu Tamon interrupted him, "Are you sure it's not three million US dollars in total?"

He stared at the other person's face intently.

"Yes..." The subordinate was about to answer, but suddenly an idea came to his mind and changed the subject, "Indeed, it is only three million US dollars in total. I was just playing tricks on myself."

"You're still working when your eyes are not working well? If something happens at work, it would be irresponsible to you and the people." Yagyu Tamon cursed and bent down to grab a wad of money from the pile and gave it to him, "I'll grant you a week's leave, take it and have your eyes checked."

"Hi! Thank you, Minister!" The subordinate stood up and bowed excitedly, and really wanted to say that my legs are not working well either.

But he was afraid that Yagyu Tamon would simply turn him into a martyred warrior killed by criminals in a firefight.

That compensation is not even as much as what I have now.

"Is there anything that doesn't work for you?"

Yagyu Tamon picked up a pile of money, turned around and asked the other people on the boat. While speaking, he casually picked up stacks of money and threw them at different people in turn.

"My eyes are not working well. My eyes are not working well."

"It works for me! It works for me! I clearly saw that it was three million US dollars, not a cent more!"

Everyone dropped their guns and scrambled to pick up the money that was thrown to them, and some even lay on the ground trying to grab the money.

It's like vicious dogs fighting for food, revealing their ugly behavior.

Yagyu Tamon laughed out loud when he saw this, and he scattered more out of joy, and the boat was filled with laughter.

At the stern, Aoyama Hidenobu asked, "Did the recorder I asked you to bring with you get soaked in water just now?"

"I took precautions in advance and put it in a sealed bag." Nobita Ken replied, while squatting down and turning up his trouser legs, pulling out a bag wrapped around his leg with tape, which contained a recorder.

"Yo! Nobi-kun, you have made a great contribution." Aoyama Taijun was very happy. He opened the recorder and started playing it. His expression became more and more serious as he listened.

He originally thought that the people involved in the firefight tonight were just a group of retired Russian soldiers, but he didn't expect that there were also active personnel. If this news were announced, it would become a big deal.

That's more than enough reason to start a war.

Aoyama Hidenobu was not planning to hand in the recording.

Because it may have other wonderful uses in the future.

After all, handing it over now may be good for the country, but it won’t be that good for him personally.

As for the interests of the country, what does it have to do with him?
He cannot represent the country now, but when he becomes the country, he may have this kind of overall view.

Aoyama Hidenobu put the recorder in his pocket and looked at Nobita Ken and asked, "Is there any other evidence to prove that they were the ones who committed the money transport robbery?"

In the recorder just now, there was a conversation between Sergei and others, in which they admitted that the robbery of the Agricultural Bank's armored car was caused by them. But since he decided not to hand over the recorder, this evidence cannot be used.

"No more." Nobita Ken shook his head.

Aoyama Hidenobu pondered for a moment and said, "Never mind, just forget it. I'll just work hard to create some evidence myself."

Anyway, the person is dead, but the body is still there.

The Metropolitan Police Department has plenty of ways to forge evidence.

"Let's go." He turned and walked towards the bow.

"Superintendent." Nobita Ken called him and asked expectantly, "Can I go back to the Metropolitan Police Department?"

He thought that he had made great contributions.

It's time to stop and enjoy the fruits of victory.

"Didn't I say three years?" Aoyama Hidenobu asked back, then turned around and walked back to Nobi Kura Ken, put his hands on his shoulders, and said earnestly: "How long has it been? You have already made two great achievements in a row. I will give you three years. When you return to the Metropolitan Police Department, it is not impossible for you to be promoted directly to Superintendent."

Cao Ze activated his skill - drawing cakes to appease hunger.

Nobi Kura Ken is so useful and has helped him accomplish merits three times in a row. How could he bear to take him back just like that?

Continue to work hard for his wealth and glory.

"But..." Nobita Ken felt that this kind of job of walking on the edge of a knife was too dangerous.

He almost died here tonight.

"No buts!" Aoyama Hidenobu interrupted him, frowned and asked, "You're not scared, are you?"

Nobita Ken pursed his lips and did not answer.

"I thought there were other reasons. If you are simply afraid of death, then fine, you are not suitable for this job. I will find someone else and apply for a promotion for you in a few days. You can just eat and wait for death in the future."

After Aoyama Hidenobu finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Wait!" Nobita Ken suddenly became anxious and called him again, blurting out: "I'm not afraid of death!"

"So..." Aoyama Hidenobu stopped talking halfway.

Nobita Ken took a deep breath and said, "Keep going!"

Yes, promotions are done step by step and based on seniority. When will it be your turn?
Now, by being an undercover agent, he has made two great achievements in less than a month and accumulated enough merits for promotion. If he works for three years and does not die, he will be promoted directly.

"Very good! That's the spirit we need!"

"Nobi-kun, remember this: the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish! The higher the crisis, the greater the reward!"

After saying this, Aoyama Hidenobu turned and left again.

Tsk, I finally tricked him into continuing to work hard.

"Mr. Qingshan, a total of 1,000 guns of various types and 3 million US dollars in stolen money were seized on the ship." Yagyu Tamon came forward and said, and then lowered his voice and added, "The lion's share belongs to you, and I'll earn some hard work fees."

"Yoshi, pack up!" Aoyama Hidenobu ordered.

"Hi!"

Everyone answered in unison, their voices as loud as thunder, because everyone had received money, so how could the morale not be high?

Following Inspector Aoyama on a mission not only would you gain credit, but you could also make money, which was a must.

This is contrasted by the generosity of Inspector Aoyama.

The other leaders are just cowards.

He only cares about making money for himself and doesn't share any benefits with them.

(End of this chapter)