Tokyo Detective

Chapter 280 Mainland Hotel Branch. Annihilation

The bald, white tailor who owned the shop hesitated to speak, but ultimately remained silent under Yasuo Osaka's gaze.

They were betting that Naoki Hanyu wouldn't find any hidden gems, but unfortunately for them, Naoki Hanyu had a cheat code.

Thousand-Mile Ears activated, Eagle Eye activated.

After searching for a while, Naoki Hanyu found a secret passage by the sound of airflow. Then the secret room was forcibly opened, revealing a clothing store.

Naoki Hanyu touched a finished suit and asked casually.

"Shop owner, can you tell me what materials these clothes are made of? You know very well the consequences of cooperating or not cooperating at this time, right?"

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Finally, the bald white store manager stood next to Naoki Hanyu and explained the material of the clothes, since even if he didn't say anything, the police could find out by checking themselves.

In fact, Japan does not prohibit the private manufacture of bulletproof vests, so his troubles are not that big. Even if he sells bulletproof vests to assassins, he will only be sentenced to 3 years at most.

"This is a Kevlar bulletproof vest. Officer Yuzuru, have you heard of it?"

Naoki Hanyu nodded; the detective had some knowledge of the materials used in bulletproof vests.

Kevlar synthetic fiber is a relatively inexpensive bulletproof material.

Naoki Hanyu touched the suit next door again; it felt so good that he immediately wanted to buy two.

"This piece has a high artistic value."

"You have excellent taste, sir. This piece of cloth has a high artistic value."

"How tall is it?"

"The clothes made of Dyneema's custom high-performance fibers are as tall as three or four stories."

Dyneema fiber, developed by the Dutch company DSM, is 15 times stronger than Kevlar, a traditional bulletproof material, making it one of the top-tier bulletproof materials.

Industrial-grade fiber costs 1 Japanese yen per kilogram.

Bulletproof fiber costs 4 yuan per kilogram.

Composite bulletproof fabric costs 10 yuan per kilogram.

Customized high-performance fibers cost 50 yuan per kilogram.

It takes several kilograms of material to make one of these bulletproof vests, which means the material alone costs millions, and with the labor costs, it will be very expensive.

These skilled workers are truly talented.

Naoki Hanyu patted the tailor on the shoulder and whispered something.

"If you have the chance, please have a few custom-made for me as well."

"I'll definitely help the police officer if I have the chance."

"By the way, would you be interested in working for me?"

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Even Yasuo Osaka was impressed; they were openly poaching employees from hotels in mainland China.

After the group left the tailor shop, Yasuo Omasa's expression was no longer as composed as it had been at the beginning. When Naoki Hanyu led him into a bar, his heart sank to the bottom.

Naoki Hanyu didn't waste any words and completely ignored the bartender who came over to ask him questions.

"Search for me."

"Yes."

Sure enough, they soon discovered hidden rooms, and more than one. The first hidden room contained all sorts of handguns, including Glock, Beretta, Colt and other models.

The second darkroom was even more impressive, containing submachine guns, automatic rifles, shotguns, and sniper rifles—it was practically an armory.

The most outrageous one was the third hidden room that Naoki Hanyu found himself; if he hadn't had some kind of cheat code, he really wouldn't have been able to find it.

Naoki Hanyu kicked the rocket launcher at his feet, then picked up a Stinger anti-aircraft missile and fiddled with it for a while. There were even suicide drones and various landmines here.

"Mr. Daizheng, are you trying to start a war? You have so much weaponry."

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Before Yasuo Omasa could answer, the bartender next to him tried to resist, but was easily subdued by Naoki Hanyu with one hand. This clearly skilled bartender had no ability to resist at all.

Naoki Hanyu looked at Yasuo Omasa with indifference.

"Mr. Osaka, what do you have to say now?"

Seeing this, Yasuo Omasa stopped pretending.

"Officer Yuzuru, this is the Mainland Hotel. You should know very well what kind of entity the Mainland Hotel is. Are you really going to push things to the extreme?"

Naoki Hanyu plopped down on the sofa, gesturing for the other person to sit down as well.

“It’s not that I want to go to extremes, it’s that the government wants to go to extremes. You arranged for someone to kill my friend, the former head of the First Investigation Division, at this time. So the government plans to have the Mainland Hotel take the blame for a few major cases. As for what those cases are, I don’t need to say, do I?”

“But those people weren’t arranged by us; they acted on their own.”

Naoki Hanyu asked calmly.

"Does it matter?"

"you"

"The government needs to improve its approval rating for closing those major cases from the past two years, and our police department also wants to redeem itself. In the end, it's your bad luck that you jumped out at the wrong time."

Upon hearing this, Yasuo Omasa also threatened.

"Officer Yuzuru, aren't you afraid of retaliation from the mainland hotels after you shut down the branch office?"

"Heh, I'm talking about what I arranged. If you want to assassinate me, go ahead. Even without me, Naoki Hanyu, someone else would have taken you down. This is the will of the Cabinet." Naoki Hanyu glanced at Yasuo Omasa as he said this.

"I don't know if they can kill you, but your Osaka family will definitely be finished. This is the intention of the National Police Agency and the Cabinet. Mr. Osaka, do you really want to go against the country?"

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Naoki Hanyu's use of borrowed power is technically correct; it's a three-pronged approach that the ruling party and the National Police Agency will definitely not let go of.

It's worth noting that the ruling party's approval rating has dropped by 3% in just three months. If they don't do something to boost their approval rating, they might not even make it through the year.

Upon hearing this, Yasuo Osaka seemed to age a few years. In the face of national power, the Continental Hotel was nothing. He shouldn't even think about talking to the state about the law, because the other party had already sentenced him without trial.

"I am willing to take the case upon myself, but I hope that Officer Yuzuru will not implicate my family."

"I will report this to my superiors."

Just when Naoki Hanyu thought the dust had settled, gunshots rang out outside. Through the walkie-talkie, he learned that a group of assassins had opened fire and were putting up a last-ditch resistance. Their number was estimated to be less than 10, and the leader was Jones, the head of the hotel's security department.

Naoki Hanyu stood up and said coldly.

"It seems that Mr. Osaka's subordinates can't wait any longer."

“Jones isn’t one of my men; he’s someone the High Table put in charge of. If I have any attachments, it’s that he and his men are reckless thugs who have no desire to be arrested by the police. It’s obvious they found out about the weapons, and they probably left using the helicopter parked on the roof.”

This is on the edge of Tokyo, right next to the Tama River. If they manage to escape in a helicopter, they might actually be able to.

Naoki Hanyu had no intention of continuing the conversation with the old man, and immediately took off his coat and headed to the location of the firefight.

When he arrived at the scene, he saw police officers exchanging fire with the criminals from a distance, with several criminal police officers carrying bulletproof shields in the front row.

"How are you? Miwako, are you alright?"

With blood smeared on her face, the dashing policewoman Sato Miwako shook her head.

“This is the blood of the wounded. Four of our colleagues were injured, and five of the assailants were injured. They had automatic rifles and were also equipped with grenade launchers. We dared not get close.”

Naoki Hanyu noticed that many of the detectives looked tense and fearful; they were mostly armed with submachine guns, and the firepower of the two sides was significantly inferior.

"Give me the bulletproof shield, and I'll clear the way for you."

"what?"

Sato Miwako and the others were shocked to hear this. Before they could stop him, the new section chief had already rushed towards the assailant with a bulletproof shield in one hand. The 30-kilogram Level 6 bulletproof shield looked like a toy.

Seeing that someone was recklessly charging at them with a shield, the thugs immediately started pulling the triggers.

"bang bang bang bang bang"

The impact of the dense bullets hitting the bulletproof shield did not affect Naoki Hanyu's speed, and in the blink of an eye, the two were only a third of the distance between them.

The two white assassins roared in anger upon seeing this.

"I'll blow you cops up."

The two grenades, one in front and one behind, appeared magnified in Naoki Hanyu's eyes.

Overclocked Heart
Overclocked lungs
Overclocking stomach
One grenade missed its mark, while the other headed straight for Naoki Hanyu.

Seeing this, Naoki Hanyu dodged to the side of the explosion. The shrapnel from the grenade instantly blasted him back two meters. Even though his riot shield blocked the shrapnel, it was riddled with dents.

Two pieces even pierced through the riot shield and embedded themselves in his muscles, thankfully not very deep.

Leibu
Without stopping, Naoki Hanyu continued rushing towards the assailant at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour, emptying the bullets from his pistol at the same time.

Two thugs armed with grenade launchers had bloody holes in their heads. The remaining three were also terrified. What the hell? Are they even human to use bulletproof shields to withstand grenades?
The next second, a thug who had just picked up a grenade launcher was knocked more than ten meters away by the shield, and the remaining two immediately opened fire on the enemy.

"bang bang bang"

The shield was swung again, knocking one person away. The remaining person was knocked down by a punch from Naoki Hanyu, his chest was smashed open, and he probably wouldn't survive.

Despite his seemingly clean and efficient demeanor, he had been shot three times; 5.56mm bullets are no joke.

His lungs and stomach were pierced by bullets, but thankfully they are super organs and there weren't too many problems. Another bullet hit a bone and stopped inside the muscle.

His physical condition was only 40 points worse than that night, but his combat power was greatly reduced.

Naoki Hanyu didn't have time to insert his fingers into his organs to search for bullets; he hurriedly continued to the rooftop.

When he arrived at the rooftop, the old white man named Jones was just taking off in his helicopter.

The America Robinson R44 Thunderbird helicopter has four seats, is 10 meters long, 1.8 meters wide, and weighs 1000 kilograms.

The blue helicopter gradually rose about 4 meters. Just when Jones thought he could escape, the plane suddenly shook and began to descend before reaching its peak power.

When Jones turned around, he was shocked to see that Naoki Hanyu had pressed the plane down with both hands, keeping it low to the ground.

"You monster."

Although Jones knew that there were monsters among humans, he had never actually seen anyone hold down a Thunderbird helicopter.

Naoki Hanyu wasn't having an easy time either, he braced himself in a horse stance, grabbing the steel with one hand and the helicopter with the other.

Although he managed to stop the helicopter from taking off, the three bullets and two pieces of grenade fragments inside his body caused him excruciating pain, making him sweat profusely.

Thus, the man and the plane were locked in a stalemate, and when the detectives under his command arrived, they were stunned.

Is this even human? Holding down a four-person airplane with his bare hands? This is for four people, not those two-person or one-person toy airplanes.

In the end, Naoki Hanyu endured the pain and exerted his strength, throwing the entire helicopter to the ground, causing its propeller to break into four pieces, leaving the whole aircraft in a state of disrepair.

Fortunately, Naoki Hanyu dodged quickly; otherwise, even with his immortal steel bones, being cut by the propeller would have left him with a horrific wound.

Naoki Hanyu kicked Jones, who had crawled out, to the ground, then sat down and gasped for breath. It seemed he would have to go to the hospital again after a long time.

(End of this chapter)