In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 407 Why stop it? Several shootings in one night (asking for monthly votes)
In the living room, the lights were as bright as day.

Aoyama Hidenobu and his sister-in-law are filming a movie.

Although it was not the first time, when facing the camera, Haruko Aoyama would still blush, close her eyes and turn her head away, but every time Aoyama Hidenobu would forcibly pinch her chin and turn her head back to face the camera.

To date, Aoyama Hidenobu has directed and acted in dozens of works, involving different costumes and themes, and each one is a masterpiece.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

A rapid telephone ring suddenly rang.

Hidenobu Aoyama ignored it. As an outstanding director and actor, he was not disturbed by external factors during the filming process. This was a respect for art.

"Phone, phone, answer it." Haruko Aoyama opened her eyes and patted him, panting and urging him.

Aoyama Hidenobu still ignored it in his pursuit of art. After a shiver, he felt everything was boring. He exhaled, threw the limp Aoyama Haruko to the ground, turned around, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and answered it, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Because of the intense exercise just now, his mouth was dry, so he picked up the water cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Supervisor Masaru, this is Ken Nobita. Something big is going to happen in Sapporo tonight!" Ken Nobita called Aoyama Hidenobu as soon as he left the warehouse where Isamu Miyazaki was holding a mobilization meeting. He said in a nervous and hurried tone, "Isamu Miyazaki of the Miyazaki family has mobilized hundreds of his men and issued dozens of guns. He is about to launch an assassination attack on the top leaders of the four gangs, Hokkaido Family, Yamaguchi-gumi, Domoto-gumi, and Matsumoto-kai."

"Wait, where did this Miyazaki family come from?" Aoyama Hidenobu asked in confusion.

He had heard of the four major gangs in Hokkaido. The fact that the Miyazaki family dared to take on four alone showed that they were quite powerful, but he had never heard of them before.

Nobita Ken said: "The Miyazaki family is newly established. They have developed a purer ice drug named No. 23. They have used drug dealers to build a sales network. It has become popular in Sapporo. They have accumulated a huge amount of funds and plan to dominate Hokkaido."

When he heard the words "new type of ice poison", Aoyama Hidenobu suddenly realized that the new type of ice poison that Oda Takeshi asked him to investigate was created by this gang.

The Investigation Section 4 had been investigating for several days but had not reported any progress, so it was obvious that they had gained nothing. However, they unexpectedly learned the mastermind behind the scenes from Nobi Kura Ken.

"How do you know?" asked Aoyama Hidenobu.

Nobi Kura Ken immediately recounted how he joined the Miyazaki family by accident.

"Police officer, we must stop it! Otherwise, once the action planned by Miyazaki Isamu begins, the impact will be too bad!" Nobi Kura Ken said seriously.

Aoyama Hidenobu asked calmly, "What is the task I gave you?"

"Yes..." Nobita Ken was about to answer, but he immediately understood what Aoyama Hidenobu meant, and then asked tentatively: "Do you want to leave it alone?"

The task given to him by Aoyama Hidenobu was to stir up trouble in Hokkaido and disrupt the public order there, and what Miyazaki Isamu is doing now is exactly what he should have done.

"Why should we stop them? They are all gangs anyway. The death of these social scum will purify the world." Aoyama Hidenobu chuckled.

What's more, the Japanese were killing each other.

If all the senior officials of the four major gangs died at once, the underworld in Hokkaido would definitely be in chaos for a while. As the Vice Minister of the Criminal Department, isn't it time for him to show his abilities?
These four gangs must have always followed the lead of Fujimoto Takaei. Defeating them would weaken Fujimoto Takaei's strength. At the same time, he could take advantage of the situation and support a local gang that is close to him. Why wouldn't he do something that has so many benefits?

Faced with such irresponsible words from Aoyama Hidenobu, Nobita Ken was speechless and could only ask, "Do I really want to kill Domoto Yuki?"

"Okay, but remember to cover your face. If you are caught on camera, you will have trouble when you resume your identity as a police officer in the future." Aoyama Hidenobu reminded.

Even if you are on an undercover mission, it is illegal to kill someone actively. However, as long as no one can prove that it was Nobi Kura Ken who killed the person, it is not illegal.

Then he added: "Collect more evidence of Miyazaki Isamu's crimes and cooperate with me in the arrest at any time."

It is absolutely unforgivable that Miyazaki Isamu caused such a big fuss. The police must launch a comprehensive crackdown on his gang. This is another time for him to show his ability.

In fact, he couldn't understand why Miyazaki was so brave. Did he still have the police in his eyes?
Is it just because his name contains the word "Yong"?

When you catch him, you must interrogate him.

"Hi!" Nobita Ken responded.

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Hidenobu looked back at his sister-in-law who was lying on the ground, sweating profusely and with a dazed look in her eyes, and said, "Work is so annoying. I finally have a weekend off but it won't let me have some peace and quiet."

Aoyama Haruko had been played to death, and she still hadn't recovered after such a long time. She had no strength to respond to Aoyama Hidenobu's words. She could only roll her eyes and laugh foolishly, with a trace of crystal saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth.

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Sapporo is still bustling at 11 o'clock in the evening.

The streets are busy with cars and people coming and going.

Two Mercedes-Benz cars stopped in front of a street-side pub. Four sturdy men in suits got out of the rear car. One of them bent down and opened the rear door of the front Mercedes-Benz.

The other three also bowed at the same time.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, slightly plump, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and a black kimono slowly got out of the car. After standing still, he calmly straightened his collar, and then walked towards the izakaya surrounded by four bodyguards. He was Domoto Yuki.

"Mr. Domoto, you are here. Please come in."

The owner of the izakaya already knew this regular customer, so he personally greeted him and led him to a seat.

The izakaya is not very big. It is a small shop run by a young couple with only two waitresses. Due to the limited area, there are no private rooms. There are more than a dozen tables in the hall. The layout is compact but not chaotic. Instead, there is a rare sense of warmth.

Domoto Yuki really likes the yakitori made in this izakaya and often comes here to drink alone after work.

But because of the trouble on the 23rd, I had a long meeting today and wasted time, so I was late.

His favorite seat was taken.

The boss was a little embarrassed and nervous. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Domoto. I didn't know you would come tonight. I'll go and coordinate with them to change the table..."

"No, let's take this table." Domoto Yuki didn't get angry. He smiled and sat down at a table not far from the door. He said in a casual tone, "Delicious food tastes the same wherever it is."

"Hi! Thank you Mr. Domoto for your recognition. Please wait a moment and taste some snacks. I will prepare food for you now." The boss bowed and left in a hurry.

Domoto Yuki tasted the shochu and side dishes brought by the waiter, while looking around and observing the customers in the store. This was also one of his hobbies.

By observing different people, he would infer their identities and current status, and sometimes he would ask them to ask whether their inferences were correct.

And the results are 100% correct every time.

This is an ability he has always been proud of.

Domoto Yuki waved without even turning his head.

A bodyguard immediately leaned forward slightly to listen.

Domoto Yuki was playing with his wine glass with one hand, and with his other hand he pointed at a young man drinking alone at the table across from him and said, "That guy looks so sad, and he hasn't even shaved his beard. He must have just had a breakup. Go ask him."

"Hi!" The bodyguard responded, walked up to the young man, slightly lifted his shirt to reveal the gun handle at his waist, and said in a sullen and cold voice: "Boy, our president guessed from your condition that you just broke up recently. Tell me, is his guess right?"

The young man had just lost his job, and he felt annoyed when he heard the impolite tone. He looked up suddenly, but when he saw the handle of the gun on his waist, he calmed down instantly. His face turned a little pale, and he looked up at the kind-looking Domoto Yuki who was sitting opposite him, and nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

The bodyguard snorted coldly, put down his shirt and turned back to Domoto Yuki to flatter him, "President, you really have a keen eye. You are right again."

"Ha!" Domoto Yuki laughed out loud with joy from the bottom of his heart, and drank a large glass of wine directly with his head tilted back.

Suddenly, he shivered with cold.

The door was pushed open, causing a gust of cold wind to rush in. He subconsciously turned around to look at the door.

Three young men wearing hats and black windbreakers walked in. Their hat brims were pulled low, covering their faces, which did not seem strange in winter.

"Good evening, sir. Welcome..." A waitress came forward to greet him with a sweet smile.

The three young men ignored her, looked around and locked onto Domoto Yuki's figure, then simultaneously lifted the hems of their windbreakers, pulled out their submachine guns and pulled the triggers in Domoto Yuki's shocked, stunned and horrified eyes.

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

The muzzle of the gun trembled, flames shot out, and bullets poured out like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Broken wine glasses and debris of tables and chairs flew everywhere. Domoto Yuki was shot several times in an instant and fell on the table. The four bodyguards beside him were not spared and also died at the muzzle of the gun.

“Da da da da da…ka!”

When the sound of empty chambers was heard one after another, three young men in windbreakers hid their submachine guns under their windbreakers at the same time, turned around and left, got into a white Toyota sedan on the side of the road and drove away.

The person driving the car was Ken Nobi Kura.

Because Aoyama Hidenobu told him not to show his face, he simply left the killing task to his three younger brothers.

These three people were going to be sacrificed by him anyway.

Then we will add another charge of murder to them.

“Ahhhh! Murder! Murder!”

The three men entered the door, drew their guns, shot, and retreated in one go, and the whole process took only a few tens of seconds.

Two words - professional!
Many guests in the pub didn't even react until the three men left, then they realized what was happening and started screaming and running away in panic.

A few unlucky guys were accidentally injured and fell to the ground.

Domoto Yuki, who was the one being given special attention, was beaten like a sieve, with bullet holes all over his body. It was estimated that the forensic doctor could dig out half a pound of bullets from his body. His clothes were soaked with blood. His upper body was lying on the table, his eyes were wide open, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Similar scenes took place at the same time in various hotels, restaurants, casinos and other places in Sapporo.

Compared to the clean and efficient work of Nobita Ken's gang, other teams composed of drug dogs obviously had many accidents. Some idiots were even killed in return, and others were blocked by patrol police because they were addicted to touching corpses.

But even so, because they had lived in peace for too long and lacked the awareness of being prepared for danger, more than a dozen senior officials of the four major gangs died and three or four were seriously injured tonight, which can be said to be a heavy loss.

Shootings occurred all over the city, causing great panic. Police stations and police stations quickly responded after receiving the alarm, and sirens sounded throughout the city.

(End of this chapter)