Tokyo Detective

Chapter 352 The Superintendent of Police Will Never Bow Down

During a small meeting of three at the Metropolitan Police Department, Koichi Uemura, unable to contain his anger, roared out.

"Why would a criminal investigation chief go to the front lines? What does he take the criminal investigation department for? Does he think he's Naoki Hanyu and can't die no matter what?"

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Deputy Director Kenichi Kitano and Vice Director Ten'ei Shiratori both fell silent; the death of Masao Kuraki was something they had never expected.

Koichi Uemura pressed for an answer.

"Shiratori, tell me why he went to the front line. Is the Criminal Investigation Department short of personnel and needs a minister to lead the charge?"

Shiratori Ten'ei gave an awkward smile; he was also upset about the death of his subordinate who controlled the Criminal Investigation Department.

"The generic drug case was one that Kuraki was in charge of before his promotion, and he wanted to see it through to the end."

This reason caused Uemura Hirokazu to explode in anger once again.

"What a perfect ending! So he not only lost his own life, but also made the entire Metropolitan Police Department lose face."

Two criminal investigation ministers died within three months, one of whom was killed along with several police officers.

This time, it couldn't be explained by depression, and they couldn't even stop the news from spreading. In just a few hours, it spread throughout Tokyo, becoming the headline of the late-night news, forcing the three old guys to work overtime to discuss countermeasures.

No matter how they discussed it, the Superintendent General of Police would have to appear at tomorrow's press conference. Koichi Uemura was both angry and worried. Was he going to have to do a dogeza (a traditional Japanese kneeling ceremony) for the entire nation, just like the Minister of Defense?

Koichi Uemura didn't want to show his face, but he had no choice but to. During his tenure, two criminal investigation ministers and more than 70 Metropolitan Police Department officers died in just one year.

What does it mean to have more than 70 police officers?

Five years ago, Japan had a maximum of 10 police officers killed in the line of duty each year, with about 2 of them in Tokyo. Now, under his leadership, that number has increased more than 30 times, while the entire population of Tokyo is only 16 million.

To give a simple example, America loses about 130 police officers each year, while Mexico, the country with the highest number of police deaths, has over 400.

With 1600 million people, you only have 70 deaths, which, proportionally, is not less than Mexico's 1.3 million.

Is the Japanese government really that bad? The total number of police deaths each year is comparable to that of America, and even Tokyo, which claims to be one of the world's top five cities, can't "compare" to Mexico.

In just a few hours, Koichi Uemura received several calls from important figures, forcing him to step forward.

According to the Metropolitan Police Department's rules, minor cases involving fatalities are handled by the head of the investigation division or the head of the criminal investigation department, while more serious cases that cause extremely negative consequences are handled by the deputy chief.

More seriously, such as the current situation where national security is threatened and the foundation of the country is shaken, the Superintendent General of Police needs to step in, emphasize the importance the police attach to the matter, and stabilize public sentiment.

At this point, Kenichi Kitano made sarcastic remarks.

"No need to beat around the bush, everyone knows that Kuraki Masao is one of your men, Vice Commander Shiratori. You have to take responsibility for the mistakes of your subordinates."

"Heh, Nishio was also one of Kitano's men, yet you didn't take responsibility for his death."

Kenichi Kitano narrowed his eyes. Nishio's death had caused the police chief to be very dissatisfied with him. After all, someone had entrusted their precious apprentice to him, and in the end, he ended up with depression and committed suicide. It was simply a joke.

“These are two different things: one is suicide, and the other is homicide.”

"Kuraki died in the line of duty while solving cases, but Nishio committed suicide due to a mental breakdown right after taking office. The person you recommended, Deputy Director, is too immature."

"What did you say."

This time, Koichi Uemura had no interest in watching his nominal subordinates fight each other.

"Okay, we're here to resolve the issue, not to argue."

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Koichi Uemura looked at Ten'ei Shiratori.

"Deputy Chief Shiratori, this case is being overseen by Naoki Hanyu. You will oversee it from behind the scenes. All police forces in the Metropolitan Police Department must cooperate with us. We must give the people of the whole country a satisfactory answer."

"Yes."

Shiratori Ten'ei couldn't help but feel a little envious of that kid. It seemed that the person the director valued most was still Hanyu Naoki. No matter what the reason was, even he, as the deputy director, was arranged to endorse him, and he couldn't interfere with the other party's handling of the case.

Uemura Kōichi looked at Kitano Kenichi.

"Kenichi, I don't want anyone to hold this case back, do you understand?"

They all addressed Kenichi directly, and that wasn't a tone for discussion.

"Yes."

"Meeting adjourned. Shiratori, come to my office."

"Yes."

Kitano Ken couldn't help but curl his lip when he saw the two abandoning him to discuss the details.

"Director Uemura hopes you can get through this smoothly, otherwise you'll soon be retiring early too."

He wasn't in a hurry; he could subtly inquire about the details of what the other party was discussing when he had dinner with Shiratori Ten'ei.

Indeed, the relationship between the two second-in-commands and third-in-commands was not as bad as Koichi Uemura had imagined, especially now that the position of Superintendent General of Police was unstable.

If the cooperation can go a step further, why not?
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20 minute later.

Shiratori Ten'ei emerged from the office with a grave expression; inside, they were discussing the intelligence that Hanyu Naoki had reported the previous day.

Koichi Uemura even openly stated that he would solve the case at all costs and bring the culprit to justice, and that he, as the Superintendent General of Police, would take the blame if anything went wrong.

Of course, Shiratori Ten'ei wouldn't be foolish enough to take it all seriously. There was no recording, no signed contract. Even if something really happened, if Uemura Koichi said he didn't know, that's not what he meant, you misunderstood, and there was no need to go to such extremes, then Shiratori Ten'ei would be in big trouble.

So we should do our best, but we also need to make it clear to that kid not to be too reckless or act impulsively, otherwise the two of them, uncle and nephew, will have to take the blame in the end.

At 10 a.m. the next morning, Koichi Uemura stood on the press conference stage and bowed 90 degrees to the people of the whole country. This was the highest level of apology he could offer, apart from a dogeza (a traditional Chinese kneeling ceremony).

"I am truly sorry that the attack by criminals has caused panic among the public, resulting in the deaths and injuries of several police officers and the death of the Minister of Criminal Investigation. On behalf of the Metropolitan Police Department, I promise that we will apprehend the perpetrators as soon as possible and expose the forces behind them."

The reporters below the stage erupted in excitement. Following the Defense Minister's apology, another top government official had apologized, and they couldn't help but vie to ask questions.

"Chief Inspector Uemura, does the Metropolitan Police Department have any leads on the criminals? After all, the police have made no progress in the past three months."

"The Metropolitan Police Department has made significant progress."
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Can you give us an exact time?

"No comment."
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"With the Minister of Criminal Investigation killed in the line of duty, who is in charge of this case?"

"The entire operation was directed by Naoki Hanyu, the head of the First Investigation Division. He is our Metropolitan Police Department's ace, and my colleagues and I have full confidence in him."

The press conference ended quickly, and the reporters took their footage back, writing down their names.

What "Metropolitan Police Department declares war on crimes that have caused the deaths of dozens of police officers"?

"The Metropolitan Police Department's dragon has been mobilized, and Commissioner Uemura says this is just the beginning."

"The Metropolitan Police Department hasn't failed yet; we still have our trump cards to deploy."
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In an ordinary room, a television was broadcasting a news conference. Jingu Genfu was cleaning up the body of a prostitute, and the Jingu family assassin remarked with emotion.

"So the cop we killed last night was the head of the criminal investigation department. I never thought such a high-ranking official would be on the front lines. But he was unlucky to fall to your knife."

Jingu Nagashi wiped the blade of his samurai sword.

“Uncle, you’re almost calm now. It’s time to go back to the clan’s territory and find some more manpower.”

Shen Gong Xuanfeng disposed of the body bag.

"I understand. I'll go back tonight to find them. I believe they will also accept the opportunity to become stronger because of their anger towards the main line, just like me. As for you, although you are very strong with your artificial heart and artificial kidney, the police probably know about you through Yukiko Muromachi. Don't wander around these next few days."

"Ah."

Since the day of the press conference, the entire Tokyo police force has been under martial law. Officers have become more cautious, patrols have become much more frequent, and there are even mobile police cars equipped with heavy weapons on patrol.

Naoki Hanyu also established a special task force, commanding as many as 600 police officers, all of whom were criminal investigators, accounting for one-eighth of the Tokyo police force and were elite among criminal investigators.

Despite the large police force, the higher-ups were very dissatisfied with Naoki Hanyu's progress; there had been no activity for three days. Koichi Uemura was also very unhappy with Hanyu's report.

"Naoki, haven't you made any progress at all these past few days?"

"Don't worry, Director, everything is under control."

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Koichi Uemura gave him a look that said, "If you dare keep making empty promises, I'll get really angry with you."

"If you want me to feel at ease, there needs to be some progress first. To be honest, I'm really anxious. I'm afraid that if I become the first governor of the Metropolitan Police Department to bow down to the whole country, the benefits of the entire Metropolitan Police Department will probably decrease."

"Don't worry, I've got some important information, but it's not convenient for me to tell you. You understand, it's for the safety of my informant."

"I"

Before Hiroki Uemura could speak, Naoki Hanyu's phone rang.

"The director will talk to you for now. He has made a major discovery. Wait for my good news."

Seeing the other person rush out the door, Hiroshi Uemura could only smile bitterly. He really didn't know if it was right to place his hopes on Naoki Hanyu, but he had no choice but to gamble.

If this case doesn't turn out well, he will definitely be blamed and his police career will end.
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The afternoon sun shone between the densely packed residential buildings. Two men wearing masks were moving through a dimly lit alley, while a woman wearing glasses and a hat followed them in the distance.

The woman was none other than Mitsuha Jingu, wearing denim shorts, knee-high boots, and a fitted white shirt—a look quite different from her usual style.

"Why would I do such troublesome things? Sigh, it's all because of that man."

As Jingu Mitsuha walked, she sensed danger approaching from behind. Turning around, she saw a small knife completely embedded in the cement wall, and behind her appeared a sexy, alluring woman.

"Makoto Jingu, why did you attack me?"

"Oh dear, I should be asking you why you're with your uncle and the others, Miss."

"Yeah, I'm also curious to know why you're following me, Mitsuha."

The two people who were just in front of her appeared in front of Mitsuha, and the three of them subtly surrounded her.

The other young man in his twenties was named Hiroto Jingu. Strictly speaking, all three of them were members of the Jingu Ei lineage, and were also members of the lower ranks of the Jingu clan.

Jingu Mitsuha took off her sunglasses, her beautiful eyes carefully scrutinizing the three people in front of her. Apart from Jingu Genfu, who was a martial arts master, the other two were not quite there yet.

"I just happened to be passing by; I'm going shopping now."

The three did not release the person; instead, their eyes gleamed with malice, and Makoto Jingu even showed a look of hatred.

She felt both jealousy and hatred towards Jingu Mitsuha. When they were six years old, they played together for a few months because they were the same age. As they grew older, she found that the gap between them was widening.

She was clearly no less talented or good-looking than the other person, and they were both from the same divine palace family.

Why was Mitsuha Shingu born with a silver spoon in her mouth, using the best resources, receiving guidance from renowned teachers, and having the best body-refining materials from childhood to adulthood?

He, on the other hand, had to study outside like an ordinary person. He didn't have much money, let alone martial arts training materials. Some people in the family called him a traitor's descendant. When he grew up, he would have to work for the family, such as serving his elders.

Later, as an adult, she had to accept her family's arrangement to marry someone she didn't like, even though that person was 20 years older than her and had almost no sexual ability left.

She hated it all; she hated her family, and she hated her childhood playmate who made her feel inferior.

"Mitsuba Jingu, you're not leaving here today. I've been following you the whole time. I guess you've already noticed that something's wrong with your uncle, right?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shen Gongxuanfeng had already crossed several meters and unleashed a powerful punch, only to be met by a pure white hand.

"bump."

Next, both sides raised their feet and kicked out, colliding again in mid-air. The afterimages of the leg strikes were dazzling. The wooden barrel that was kicked flew dozens of meters high and disintegrated. Even the wall that was kicked had cement falling off and leaving deep footprints.

In just over ten seconds, cement crumbled in many places in the alley, and even more shockingly, a meter of the cement ground collapsed underfoot.

Jingu Mitsuha once again swept away the opponent's attack with a kick, taking the opportunity to temporarily retreat to a safe distance. As for the others, they did not join in.

After all, these are two outstanding martial arts masters, almost like the pinnacle of martial arts. It's not something that people like them, who aren't even martial arts masters, can interfere with, not to mention that the police are on martial law and it's not easy to bring a handgun out during this period.

Jingu Mitsuha glanced at her slightly reddened calf, the unexpected pain filling her with confusion.

Shen Gong Xuanfeng's strength is greater than I imagined. Just two months ago, they fought in the clan and he was weaker than me. But now the situation has reversed, and I seem to be no match for him.

This strength is about the same as that of the elders in the family.

It's impossible for someone approaching 50 to make rapid progress again; it can only be due to external factors.

Shen Gong Genfeng was also satisfied with his performance.

"Niece, you should surrender. I can guarantee I won't take your life."

Jingu Mitsuha gave a mocking smile.

"Hehe, if you won't take my life, then you'll do other things. Shen Gong Xuanfeng, you really are a good person."

"Don't even think about escaping. Do you think there are only these people among us? Actually, there's another person keeping watch upstairs, Jingu Takemi."

Upon hearing this, Mitsuha Jingu took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving intensely.

As expected, with them all involved, it was impossible for Jingu Takemi to be left out.

Shen Gong Xuanfeng and Shen Gong Wujian are the strongest members of the Shen Gong Yong branch.

The Jingu family now has one main branch, three sub-branches, and five sub-family members.

A branch family is one with the same bloodline and surname, within seven degrees of kinship. A separate family is one with the same bloodline but different surnames. The longest-standing family separation has a history of over 400 years.

Logically speaking, the Jingu Eiichi lineage only split off two generations ago, and it is the branch with the bloodline closest to the main lineage among the three branches. However, this is also one of the reasons why they launched a rebellion.

“Shin-gu Gen-feng, do you think I would be alone today? If he hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have done all this trouble.”

"he?"

Before the three could even wonder what was going on, a scream suddenly rang out from high above, followed by a figure falling from a height of more than 20 meters. Whether from the fall or from being hit, blood stained the floor.

"I see you."

"Uncle Takemi X3"

The seriously injured person was none other than Jingu Takemi.

Just as Hiroto Jingu was about to go over to help the person, a figure suddenly landed in front of him. This person was none other than Naoki Hanyu, who had jumped from a height of more than 20 meters.

"You are."

"boom."

With a single kick, Hiroto Jingu flew more than 10 meters, clutching his abdomen and groaning incessantly. This was already someone holding back.

Shen Gong Xuanfeng was stunned at first, then roared and pounced over.

"You guy."

Naoki Hanyu flashed a bright smile, and then, to Genpu Jingu's utter bewilderment, his body swelled up considerably, transforming from 1.92 meters to a 2.2-meter giant.

"Full muscle control?"

"Yes, Iron Fist."

The punch was thrown, but the wind from it stopped first.

Then Shen Gongxuanfeng showed a pained expression. He flew back several meters and knelt on the ground. The fist that had just collided with him was shattered.

"How can it be"

(End of this chapter)