Tokyo Detective

Chapter 403 Heaven Punishes the Traitors
As the typhoon approached, only a few pedestrians on their way home struggled to walk forward in the wind and rain with their umbrellas.

In Sweet Home, luxury cars drove out of the parking lot, while only one ordinary car drove in the opposite direction. This paradise that ignites men's desires welcomed a rare rest.

From her office, Miyanokoji Shina looked down at the final match, this time featuring ballet dancers. The ace duo from The Banquet, dressed in white ballet tutus, defeated their opponents with their graceful movements, drawing cheers from the audience.

"I hate typhoon weather the most, because it means I'll lose a few days' worth of earnings."

Just then, an employee dressed as a maid walked in, carrying an exquisite food box.

"Boss, here's your takeout order."

"Please go and tell everyone that they can leave work and I'll close the door. Don't wander around during the typhoon."

"Thank you for your concern, boss."

When the female employees heard that they would have a holiday, they couldn't hide their joy.

Miyanokoji Sina could hear the crowd leaving below, and she took out her phone to scroll through short videos.

While scrolling through videos, one caught her attention. It showed a handsome man angrily criticizing the agricultural cooperative. Was it just another ordinary video criticizing others? Obviously not.

"The agricultural cooperatives are a bunch of traitors who manipulate food. Nowadays, the price of rice in Japan, Switzerland and Singapore is the most expensive in the world, around 1000 per kilogram. The rice in the other two countries is all imported."

Meanwhile, Japan is one of the few major countries that can achieve complete self-sufficiency in rice. Its domestic production not only meets domestic demand but often has a slight surplus, reaching a staggering 800 million tons during bumper harvests. Yet, it's now being compared to countries with the highest rice prices in the world. This is all due to those traitors hoarding and speculating, and there are five layers of middlemen between the rice fields and the sales points.

（瑞士米价是一公斤5到8瑞士法郎，霓虹币大概800到1400左右，新加坡是6.5到10新元，大概700到1100）

The man also uttered a slogan at the end of the video.

"We are the Youth Salvation Association, fighting for a better tomorrow for Japan. Anyone who fights against the traitors is the hope of Japan and our comrade-in-arms. We hope everyone will fight alongside us for the future of the country and punish the traitors."

Miyanokoji Shina was a little confused. This thing sounded like a terrorist organization, and how could a short video platform allow such videos to be spread?

As expected, the video was deleted quickly, but it still made Miyanokoji Sina a little uneasy. It had been 30 years since Japan had a terrorist organization openly confronting the public. This society, this country, had indeed become worse.

As Miyanokoji Shina put down her phone and opened the takeout box, a sudden and powerful explosion destroyed the entire box, leaving the room in a chaotic mess.

A few minutes later, several masked thugs armed with weapons broke into the room, but their target had already disappeared, leaving only the open windows and the rushing wind.

The masked leader ordered his men to search the room first, and then replied to his superiors via walkie-talkie.

"The target has escaped through the window, but this is the 5th floor."

"Don't make a fuss. She's one of my masterpieces, one of the few fruits of the sublimation project. Go outside and look for her. If you don't find her, come back."

"Yes."

A few minutes after all the masked men left, a noise suddenly came from the wall, and a hidden door opened, revealing Miyanoshina's blood-covered figure, her delicate face disfigured by the explosion.

"Damn it, can't that old witch just leave me alone? How awful!"

She had only used this excuse to scare Sakuraba Hime, but who knew that the old woman would actually target them.

At the Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters, Yukiko Muromachi, the newly appointed head of the Public Security Department, is handling her final tasks. Since her department is not required to work during the typhoon, most of her subordinates have already left.

Mifune Toshizo, the second counselor of the Ministry of Public Security, knocked on the door and came in.

"Minister, this is a video that circulated online not long ago. Although major platforms are deleting the video, new videos are still being uploaded. It is obvious that this is an organized and premeditated act."

"video?"

Yukiko Muromachi took the phone and examined it carefully, her expression growing increasingly serious.

"This is an extremist organization. They have deployed people to investigate online. We will continue to follow up after the typhoon passes. If left unchecked, they may cause problems that are detrimental to society."

"Yes."

Shortly after the last employee left, Yukiko Muromachi stretched out one arm, while the other arm was a prosthetic leg fitted for aesthetic purposes.

She works tirelessly precisely because she is disabled, in order to gain the respect of others.

"It's been such an eventful time."

Next, should we go home, go to Naoki Hanyu's house, or go to Ryoko Yakushiji's house?

Considering that Naoki Hanyu's family has Seiko Akimoto and a girl named Yuki Suo, she decided to spend the night at Ryoko Yakushiji's house instead.
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The Goi Coast Port in Chiba City is home to one of the two large grain warehouse complexes in Chiba Prefecture. Owned by the agricultural cooperative, it consists of dozens of large silos and flat warehouses.

A single large silo can have a diameter of over 10 meters, a height of over 30 meters, and a capacity of several thousand tons.

Large flat warehouses can cover an area of ​​several thousand or even tens of thousands of square meters, be stacked up to several meters high, and have a capacity of tens of thousands.

The entire large warehouse complex can store a total of 40 tons of grain, which is slightly larger than the large grain warehouse complex owned by the government.

After each rice harvest in the Kanto region, the rice sold by farmers and agricultural merchants is stored here.

Middlemen usually come here to pick up goods to sell back home, and exported rice is also exported directly from here, making it one of the most important places for agricultural cooperatives. Several cars arrived at the warehouse complex in the strong wind. The person who came was Nishimura Takamori, the executive director of the Kanto region. He wanted to inspect the warehouses before the typhoon. The warehouses were filled with rice purchased from farmers over the past half month. Although they were not full, they still weighed 30 tons.

Takamori Nishimura spoke calmly to the person in charge who had been waiting for a long time.

"Tell me about the warehouse situation."

"Yes."

The middle-aged manager looked through the records.

"This month, four large bulk carriers have already set sail. Due to the typhoon, one Panamax bulk carrier and one Capesize bulk carrier are docked in port. After the typhoon, they can transport most of the new grain in the warehouse for export."

The so-called Panamax bulk carriers are the largest vessels that can pass through the locks of the Panama Canal, with a carrying capacity of 5 to 7.5 tons of rice.

Capesize bulk carriers, when fully loaded, cannot pass through the Panama and Suez Canals. They can carry 10 to 17 tons of rice, and just one of these can empty half of the grain in a warehouse.

Nishimura Takamori nodded.

"Have you taken proper precautions against the wind? Don't waste thousands of tons of rice like last year."

"Please rest assured, Director, from now on, we will absolutely not allow such a thing to happen in our warehouse management."

Last year, during a super typhoon, a large flat warehouse lost thousands of tons of rice due to some serious errors, which was worth billions of dollars.

After inspecting the warehouse complex, Takamori Nishimura walked toward the office building.

"I need to go to your place to check the accounts."

"Your Excellency, it would be better to wait until after the typhoon. The typhoon is getting stronger now, and it might be dangerous if we delay leaving."

"No need, I can stay in the warehouse for two days."

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Warehouse manager Sawada Katsumi, though unwilling, had no choice but to follow along. "How can you go home to your wife, kids, and warm bed when your boss hasn't even left?"

This person is really crazy; instead of going home to rest during a typhoon, they have to work.

Nishimura Takamori's ability to hold the position of Executive Director for many years is not only due to his connections and abilities, but also to his dedication. Back in the day, in order to transport grain in the mountains before a rainstorm, he personally pushed a wooden cart for dozens of kilometers along mountain roads, and even broke his leg in the process.
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The typhoon was getting stronger and stronger, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

The two security guards at the warehouse gate looked like they had nothing to do. Indeed, with a typhoon raging, who would bother visiting the warehouse? Only these poor working people had to stay at the gate, and they would be soaked to the bone when they got back.

"Click"

The sound of the gate opening caught the attention of the two security guards. When they turned around, they immediately raised their hands because two submachine guns were pointed at them.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we surrender."

The visitors were none other than Naoki Hanyu and his alter ego.

The cunning clone went up and tied up the security guard, then slapped the guard who dared to raise his head across the face.

"What are you looking at? We are the National Salvation Youth Association. We are here to punish you traitors who have committed evil deeds. May you be punished by Heaven."

Will Heaven punish the traitors of the nation?

The two security guards were immediately terrified and quickly lowered their heads, not daring to utter another word.

Soon the warehouse door was slowly opened, and a tank and an armored vehicle led the way in. The security guard who happened to look up and see the surveillance camera quickly lowered his head again.

How could this be? How could it be here?

Having served in the military, he naturally knew what those two behemoths were.

The Type 10 tank (Miss), and the latest Type 19 armored fighting vehicle from Japan, mean that these people have connections with the military, otherwise how could they obtain the latest armored forces from Japan?

The security guard felt increasingly terrified as he recalled the tank attack that killed a political party leader two years ago. Could they be from the same group?

Naoki Hanyu glanced at the security guard but didn't pay much attention. The exposure was intentional on his part. The Miss Tank was indeed the Miss Tank, but the Type 19 Armored Fighting Vehicle was actually the M2 Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicle.

Two tanks were followed by two Humvees, which are also known as high-mobility vehicles in Japan.

Of course, Naoki Hanyu's two Hummers are somewhat different from the Hummers produced under license from Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, but they look exactly the same under the camouflage paint, and are also equipped with machine guns and mortars.

Behind the four armored vehicles was a small truck, and the convoy swaggered into the warehouse.

Naoki Hanyu surveyed the rows of silos against the fierce wind, feeling a sense of exhilaration.

[Storm Child active: All attributes increased by 57]

Not only did he feel great, but the other clones were also incredibly enthusiastic. Their original physique was 35, and with the addition of the Storm Child, it was close to 42. What level was that? Apart from monsters and martial arts masters, ordinary people were no match for them in close combat.

(End of this chapter)