Tokyo Detective

Chapter 347 Night X Death X Attack
Japan also has some underground generic drug factories, but unfortunately none of them have the ability to produce generic versions of termatinib, so the Indian drug is their only lifeline.

They were released quickly, since buying generic drugs is not illegal and Japan does not force ordinary citizens to report crimes.

Kuraki Masao sighed and approached Hanyu Naoki. He knew he would need to rely on Naoki after his promotion, so he dared not be negligent.

"Yuzuru, what brings you here? Come to my office and have a cup of tea."

"This case must be difficult to handle."

Masao Kuraki paused slightly in his steps.

"There's only one targeted drug for large cell carcinoma. Arresting people is like taking the lives of these patients. But the law is cracking down on generic drugs, and there's nothing I can do. If I don't do it, someone else will, and I'll even lose my ministerial position. It's those people at Qiangming Pharmaceuticals who are obsessed with money. Who can afford 6000 million a year?"

"There's nothing we can do; they have a monopoly."

New drug research does require a lot of funding. For example, Tianyu Qilin's new drugs have received hundreds of billions or even trillions of yuan in investment, but the price of 6000 million yuan per year is definitely the pinnacle of drug development.

For example, spinal muscular atrophy is already the peak, and gene therapy for these rarer diseases is said to be the most expensive, costing 3 million Japanese yen per injection, or 4000 million yen per year if taken as medicine, which is 2500 million yen less than matinib.

Naoki Hanyu paused for a moment during their conversation. It seemed that his semi-finished drugs were targeted therapies for cancer, but he didn't know which type of cancer they were for.

It's probably not that much of a coincidence.

As time went by, Naoki Hanyu was promoted to Superintendent General as expected, and Masao Kuraki became the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, but he was still in charge of the generic drug case.

Another thing is that Ryoko Yakushiji, who hasn't been seen in public for a long time, actually appeared on TV.

Crates of weapons appeared on camera: rifles, light machine guns, heavy machine guns, autocannons, and even infantry fighting vehicles disassembled into parts. The viewer was stunned and dazzled.

The incident stemmed from Yakushiji Ryoko leading a team that busted an arms smuggling operation in Kagoshima, with local police officers among her teammates.

The policewoman who had made a great contribution hadn't even returned to Tokyo when she invited a philandering man to dinner. However, the man she was invited to, Naoki Hanyu, was busy at a crime scene.

The port's container warehouse, a pitch-black environment illuminated by police car lights, indicates that a large area of ​​the enemy territory has been sealed off.

Forensic officers are carefully collecting evidence, taking photos and recording details at the scene.

The leads they obtain are usually sent to the Scientific Investigation Institute for in-depth investigation, such as DNA, chemical substances, and bullet marks.

The head of the forensic department gave a preliminary assessment.

"The first victim's neck was broken by brute force without resistance, and judging from the angle, it was attacked from behind. The second victim was holding a dagger and tried to resist, but was punched in the heart and died from a completely broken sternum. The killer's strength was terrifying."

After examining the medicine bottle, Naoki Hanyu had a rough idea of ​​what had happened. He guessed that the deceased was probably a drug dealer who sold counterfeit drugs. The fact that he could kill two people so swiftly and decisively suggested that the murderer might be related to Qiangming Pharmaceuticals.

Just then, the newly appointed Minister of Criminal Investigation arrived.

"It was a deep voice," said Masao Kuraki.

"Naoki, is it them?"

After investigating for a while, Masao Kuraki couldn't help but have his suspicions. He just didn't want to see a drug dealer who was a decent person being murdered.

"It's them."

"Your First Division is still investigating the serial rape and murder case, so I'll take over this case with the Second Division."

Naoki Hanyu nodded. Although he felt the case was a bit complicated and it would be best if he were in charge, the case might involve Qiangming Pharmaceuticals, and the Qiangming Group was backed by the Morgans Group.

But since Masao Kuraki is the department head, it's understandable that he wants to use his own core team. After all, even Naoki Hanyu would prefer to use his first and fourth teams.

"This is your responsibility, Minister."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
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As soon as Naoki Hanyu left the scene, he changed his clothes and headed straight for the Tokyo Skytree, as he had a date with a beautiful woman today.

Sky Restaurant 634, located on the top floor of the Tokyo Skytree, costs an average of 4 NTD per person.

As Naoki Hanyu walked in, he was immediately drawn to a beautiful figure. Her short orange hair and red evening gown accentuated her graceful figure, and the precious rubies made her look like a fiery rose.

Rose is none other than Ryoko Yakushiji, whose long legs, comparable to those of a supermodel, are still as attractive as ever.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"You know that's good. You'd better make it up to me tonight."

"hehe."

Naoki Hanyu looked out the window; it seemed like spring rain was falling outside.

"Congratulations on cracking this major case. That batch of weapons is enough to start a war, isn't it?"

Ryoko Yakushiji raised her glass and clinked it with the other person's, her eyes clear and bright like autumn water.

"Yes, I'm also puzzled as to why they dared to transport so much weaponry. Do they really think that Japan has become complacent because of the frequent major cases in recent years?"

Naoki Hanyu smiled brightly, after all, these unlucky guys were all deceived by his crimes.

Yakushiji Ryoko suddenly took out a bracelet, which looked very expensive.

"A gift for you."

"Thank you."

"Do you dare not take it off for a few days?"

"Cough cough cough."

Naoki Hanyu was speechless when he looked at the woman with a mocking expression.

"You know I wouldn't dare."

Ryoko Yakushiji smiled sweetly, then suddenly took off her high heels under the table and stretched her toes out at the man opposite her, startling Naoki Hanyu.

Ryoko Yakushiji rested her chin on one hand, watching the subtle changes in the man's facial expressions.

"That's true. After all, Section Chief Yuzuru is a married man, and a womanizer at that."

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"I'll wear this necklace when you see me from now on. Oh, and I haven't thanked you for the 3% stake you gave me, Naoki."

The two then discussed the case they had just encountered, the major incident that had occurred not long ago, and Yukiko Muromachi, who was busy investigating the berserker mercenaries. This policewoman had been working with the Public Security Bureau for three months and had been away from Tokyo for almost two months; apparently, there had been some progress.

As they chatted, Naoki Hanyu finally grabbed her funny, beautiful leg with one hand. Those nimble toes were really getting on someone's nerves, and if it continued, he would lose control.

"This is a restaurant."

Ryoko Yakushiji smiled.

"What does it matter? Nobody knows anyway."

"You really need to be taught a lesson."

Soon after, inside the Hummer, a pair of long, bare legs were flailing wildly as Yakushiji Ryoko was pinned down in the car and kept making demands, her lips soon becoming red and swollen.

"Not here, let's talk about it when we get back."

"Hehe, aren't you very brave?"

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Ryoko Yakushiji straightened her torn black underwear and rolled her eyes at the other person. She was naturally arrogant when she was absolutely confident in controlling the situation, but she was naturally cautious when she couldn't take the lead.

"Is the Holy Son here today?"

"She's on duty today."

"Then let's go to your house."

When Naoki Hanyu, with his long legs, finally made a new discovery after three months of investigation.

On a pitch-black night, several police cars drove through the mountain roads of Nagano Prefecture.

Yukiko Muromachi sat next to a disabled white man. Although his hands and feet were handcuffed, she dared not relax her guard for a moment. He was a dangerous person.

The man with long, dirty hair and a disability in one hand and one leg was none other than Chris, the former vice-leader of the Berserker Mercenary Group. However, the once-renowned sharpshooter had been rendered useless.

His entire left hand was severed from his arm, his legs suffered numerous injuries, and the Achilles tendon in his right leg was severed; he could be described as a cripple.

"Hey woman, I'm free right now, chat with me."

Wearing glasses, Yukiko Muromachi ignored the man's words until he became too annoying and she interrupted him in a low voice.

"I'm only here to escort you; I have no obligation to chat with you."

"Heh, she really is a cold woman, but she's also a good woman. She put up with my stench and helped bandage my wounds, and even sat down next to me."

"it is my responsibility."

Chris didn't care. Instead, he openly looked at the woman beside him. In order to escape the double pursuit of the Longgao Group and the Morgans Group, he had fled from the deep mountains of Saitama Prefecture to the deep mountains of Nagano Prefecture.

It was only during this period, after the Longgao Group was destroyed, that he found an opportunity to turn himself in to the police.

Yes, he's a cripple now, with no will to live. His only thought is revenge. Betrayal is more despicable than being less skilled.

He wants to drag down the Longgao Group and the Morgans Group, as well as that traitor Jingu Nagashi.

As for the so-called Emperor Squad, what's there to say if they're not as skilled as others? Mercenaries are inherently living on the edge.

The other three months of living like a wild man caused him to become mentally unstable and like a madman.

The only sounds on the mountain road were the cars, and Chris's harassing words continued.

"Judging by her breasts, she seems to have a large bust, a perky butt, and a slim waist. I really want to try her."

Yukiko Muromachi finally lost her temper and punched the man to stop his harassment. Chris, instead of getting angry, laughed, touched the blood on his nose, and even tasted it.

"It's hot enough, I like it."

Yukiko Muromachi frowned.

"Since you're so eager to talk, tell me about your past and the demise of the Berserker Mercenary Group."

Chris got excited by the word "Berserker".

"The Berserker Mercenary Group is not destroyed yet, and I am not dead yet."

"hope so."

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Chris calmed down and began to recount his past.

"I was born in Yellowstone National Park, America. My father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all worked as ranchers. I wasn't content to be a cowboy, and because of my extraordinary physique, I went out to make my way in the world, eventually becoming a mercenary."

As Chris recounts his story, Yukiko Muromachi begins to learn about this former cowboy, but regardless of whether she empathizes with him or not, it is a fact that he caused the deaths of more than 20 police officers.

Just then, the police car driving in front suddenly turned into a fireball and crashed into the mountainside.

"Enemy attack."

When Yukiko Muromachi got out of the car with a submachine gun, the surrounding area was already engulfed in gunfire and screams. More than 20 of them had been surrounded.

Yukiko Muromachi joins the battle. If they can hold out for 10 minutes, there will be reinforcements. Unfortunately, this time the enemy is equipped with night vision goggles, giving them a complete advantage.

Chris, sitting in the car, seemed completely at ease amidst all of this.

"Kill, kill!"

A figure not far away startled him, and then he shouted loudly.

"Let me out! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

Yukiko Muromachi frowned as she looked at the masked man who had slashed a policeman to death; the man's armor easily caught her bullets.

Without hesitation, he tossed a key to Chris.

(End of this chapter)