In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 482 Shooting, Buying People's Hearts, Deep Love Seeds (asking for monthly tickets)

Fenghe Yayuan private club.

After the car stopped, Aoyama Hidenobu got out of the car and stood still, but did not rush to walk. Instead, he adjusted his clothes out of habit.

"Boss, be careful!" Jin Yucheng glanced outside after hearing the roar of the engine and was immediately shocked.

A black Toyota Corolla came speeding from behind, with a gun sticking out from the passenger seat.

Jin Yucheng was still sitting in the driver's seat, and it was too late for him to draw his gun and shoot or to help block the gun.

But Aoyama Hidenobu had an extraordinary physical fitness and reacted quickly. The moment he heard Jin Yucheng's voice, he did not look back or think much. He just squatted down without hesitation and hid behind the car.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang!” “Dang, dang, clatter!”

Five consecutive gunshots were heard, two of which flew over the roof of the car, the other two hit the body of the car and sparks flew, and the last shot shattered the rear window glass.

The flying glass shards cut a small cut on Aoyama Hidenobu's fair and handsome face.

The Toyota Corolla caught up from behind and did not slow down during the entire shooting process. After missing the shot, it fled away with its taillights on.

Professional, decisive, and prompt.

If it weren't for Aoyama Hidenobu's superman-like reaction, he would have died in disgrace by now.

"Boss! Are you okay?" Jin Yucheng got out of the car and rushed to Aoyama Hidenobu, immediately checking if he was shot. This month's salary had not been paid yet.

Aoyama Hidenobu waved his hands, exhaled with a dry mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm not hurt."

He felt a slight pain on his face, reached out and touched it, and saw a bright red on his fingertips.

"I was cut by glass." Jin Yucheng said.

Aoyama Hidenobu shook his head to indicate that he was fine. It was good enough that he was still alive in the situation just now.

"President!"

"Aoyama-kun!"

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, all the members of the Xiongcheng Society who heard the gunshots ran out.

"Mr. Aoyama, are you okay?" Among them, the most nervous were the women who had an affair with him, such as Vice President Hashimoto Miki, prosecutor Suzuki Junko, and Nohara Ito.

After making sure that the danger was over, Aoyama Hidenobu stood up and said calmly: "Thank you all for your concern. Don't worry, I'm fine. But please work together to catch the gunman who attacked me."

He was not too panicked or angry because he was prepared for this kind of thing. In the original time and space, the Chief of the Japanese National Police Agency was shot at his doorstep.

He is just a police officer now, but he has offended many people, and even more people want to kill him. It is normal for some people to take action.

There is no need to panic or get angry, just stay rational, catch the shooter, find out the mastermind and settle accounts with him.

But he was really curious about who wanted to kill him and why they waited until he returned to Tokyo?
"Hey! Don't worry, President. We will definitely find out the truth and catch the murderer!" Hashimoto Miki promised with a stern face, and the others also shared the same hatred for the enemy.

Aoyama Hidenobu nodded and said, "Spread the news of my shooting tonight."

For the sake of quietness and privacy, Fenghe Yayuan is located in a remote area with no one living nearby.

So no one saw what happened just now. As long as they don’t publicize it, no one will know.

The shooting has already happened. He had a close call with death and it couldn't be in vain. Naturally, Aoyama Hidenobu had to find a way to use this incident to gain some benefits for himself.

It's always good to take the opportunity to win the hearts of the people.

"Hi! Don't worry, President. This matter will be reported tomorrow. If it is convenient for you, we can interview you later." Kuraihara Ichi, editor-in-chief of the Asahi Shimbun's political department, said respectfully.

This is the advantage of a group. There are people from all walks of life in a group, so it is convenient to get anything done.

"Okay." Aoyama Hidenobu nodded. "We'll talk about the interview later. Let's go to the meeting first."

"Hi!" Everyone bowed in unison, then tacitly made way for him to walk in front.

Everyone admired Aoyama Hidenobu's ability to remain calm despite having just been shot and to ask to continue the party with a calm expression.

After all, they can't do this.

The purpose of this evening's gathering was mainly to keep in touch, exchange views on the current situation and the latest developments in their respective industries. Because he had to be interviewed, Aoyama Hidenobu dismissed everyone at around 10 o'clock. He was interviewed by Matsumoto Gardenia, a popular political reporter in Tokyo who had an affair with him.

In front of the camera, both parties were very serious.

"I heard that Inspector Aoyama was shot by unknown persons tonight?" asked Matsumoto Gardenia, who was wearing a white slim suit and her beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, with a capable temperament.

"Yes." Qingshan nodded, his tone calm as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. "About two hours ago, I went out to meet a group of friends. As soon as I got out of the car, I encountered shooting. There were two gunmen, one driving and the other shooting. A total of five shots were fired. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to escape."

"It sounds very thrilling to me." Matsumoto Gardenia patted her chest, her heart agitated, and asked inquiringly, "But I see you are very calm."

"Because I have been prepared for this since my first day as a police officer." Qingshan Hidenobu said calmly, "If you want to be a good police officer, you must be able to do things and dare to do things. Doing things will inevitably make enemies and offend people. I don't know how many people I have sent to prison and hell, and I don't know how many people's interests I have violated. There are people who want to kill me. This is not the first time I have experienced this, and it won't be the last time."

"Do you regret it? Do you regret putting yourself in danger?" Although Matsumoto Gardenia is a reporter, she has great acting skills and looks very moved.

"Regret?" Aoyama Hidenobu smiled, exhaled and said, "Never regret. Everyone will die one day in this life. Rather than dying on a hospital bed, I would rather die on the way to justice for the people, because I believe that the people will remember me. Even if my body dies, my name will live in their hearts."

At this point, he paused, looked at the camera with a sharp gaze, and said in a resounding voice:
"I want to say something to the two gunmen, or your employers behind you, and those who want to kill me. Your lowly tricks can't scare me! Because I have millions of fellow citizens behind me who support me, and I will not fall, because I want to protect the millions of fellow citizens behind me!"

After saying that, he smiled and said jokingly, "Besides, I'm a very petty person. If you fail to kill me, I will definitely find you out and make you pay the price!"

"Okay, I hope the murderer can be caught as soon as possible and brought to justice. Thank you for your cooperation, and I admire you very much." Matsumoto Gardenia stood up and bowed.

The camera and the radio were turned off. Matsumoto Gardenia changed her previous indifference and elegance, and trotted over to pick up a glass of water and held it in front of Aoyama Hidenobu in a flattering manner.

"Officer Qingshan, you must be thirsty after talking so much just now. Drink some water to moisten your throat."

"I want to help you moisten your throat." Looking at her tender and rosy cherry lips, Aoyama Hidenobu smiled mischievously and pressed her head down.

Matsumoto Gardenia's pretty face flushed red, she looked up at him with resentment and shyness, but she didn't care that the photographer and assistant were still there, and reached out to unbuckle his belt.

In the eyes of ordinary people, she is now a popular reporter with unlimited glory, but in the eyes of powerful people like Aoyama Hidenobu, she is just a toy that can be played with anytime and anywhere. If she wants to maintain her glory in front of others, she will not only have to suffer behind others' backs, but also in front of others.

The photographer and the assistant looked at each other, unable to hide their envy, but they didn't dare to look at him any longer. They just sorted their equipment and after they were done, they all bowed to Aoyama Hidenobu, turned around and walked out of the room.

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The next morning, the people who saw the interview on TV were moved and outraged.

Police Officer Qingshan is using his life to uphold justice for everyone and maintain legal fairness!
The murderer really deserves to be cut into pieces!

Some people scoffed at this. Aoyama Hidenobu was shot and then he looked for reporters for interviews and won people's hearts. He was really a utilitarian person to the extreme.

Others were regretting why the gunman failed to kill the bastard Hidenobu Aoyama.

Friends and relatives who cared about Aoyama Hidenobu called to say hello, and although Aoyama Hidenobu was very impatient, he had to respond and thank them one by one in a friendly manner.

"It's really crazy. It's okay to kill people, but it's not enough to kill them to death." Taro Suzuki frowned and commented when he saw the news while having breakfast.

As long as those who tried to assassinate Aoyama Hidenobu failed to kill him, he would gain more support from the people and would become stronger time and time again.

Suzuki Taro even suspected that the assassination was staged by Aoyama Hidenobu in order to win the hearts of the people.

Suzuki Jiro raised his head and said with resentment, "Good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years."

It is not difficult to tell from his red and swollen eyes that he has cried a lot in the past two days. After all, he truly loves Yoshino Kazuko.

He hated his elder brother for being cold-hearted and callous about the death of his beloved, but he hated Aoyama Hidenobu even more. In his opinion, it must be Aoyama Hidenobu who asked for the killing of Yoshino Koko to vent his anger on Shinichi Nakamura, which was why his elder brother did so.

"Watch your mouth. Trouble comes from your mouth, do you understand?" Suzuki Taro said coldly.

Jiro Suzuki lowered his head indignantly, picked up the napkin box on the dining table and prepared to get some paper, but suddenly he remembered that in the past Yoshino Koko would take out paper to wipe his mouth at this time, and he was suddenly immersed in memories for a moment.

"Put it down." Suzuki Taro said impatiently when he saw his brother holding the napkin box motionlessly.

"I can't let her go! I can't let her go!" Suzuki Jiro burst into tears and choked up, "I can't let her go!"

"Bang!" Looking at this idiot, Suzuki Taro was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him, snatched the napkin box from his hand, and randomly tore off two pieces of paper to wipe his mouth, "I'm going to apologize for you right now!"

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Suzuki Jiro sniffed, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, and he clenched the chopsticks tightly and exerted force continuously.

Hezi, I will definitely avenge you!
Crack! The chopsticks broke.

(End of this chapter)