Tokyo Detective

Chapter 424 The situation escalates

Shortly afterward, Smith left the Metropolitan Police Department with the two arrested agents.

After getting away from the policeman with the creepy look in his eyes, Adolf Andres suddenly felt like he was invincible again.

"That damned yellow-skinned monkey! How dare he arrest a CIA agent! Mr. Smith, when I get back, I'm going to investigate that damned monkey. I'll find out all his dirty deeds and expose them to the fullest, ruining his reputation."

For the first time, Smith wore a stern face in front of this son of a high-ranking official.

“Adolf, we came to Japan on a mission, not to cause unnecessary conflict with local forces. Because of your incident, the CIA’s operations are now out in the open and traceable. Aren’t you worried about not having enough trouble?”

Being confronted directly by his superior made Adolf, a Germanic man (a spiritual Aryan), back down.

"I... I was also on a mission."

"I don't care if you're on a mission or anything else, just behave yourself. Naoki Hanyu is rich and powerful, and he even has the title of the strongest person in Japan. Why would you want to cause trouble for him? Most importantly, he saved the President's life. Do you really think that your father, the former second-in-command of the CIA, will let you do whatever you want?"

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Adolf Andres immediately shut up. It was the first time he had ever seen Smith, who was usually a nice guy, get angry. Don't be fooled by the fact that the other party was just the assistant to the fifth-in-command. In fact, his salary level was SIS3, which was no less than that of a senior executive like a division head.

CIA compensation is divided into two categories: newly recruited agents (GS-11) earn approximately $10 per year.

Official Agent (Certified Operations Officer), GS-12/13, with an actual annual income of around US$17.

Senior Agent (Senior Operations Officer/Analyst/Intelligence Officer), GS-13/14, with an actual annual income of around US$25.

Above GS is the SIS level. A branch station manager, as the person in charge of a region, is already a senior CIA officer, SIS-2/3, with an annual income of $30.

Branch manager, SIS-3/4, is a manager specifically responsible for countries that America values, such as Japan. Their annual income is still 30, but they wield considerable power.

The treatment of SIS4 and above requires presidential approval, which is the CIA's true high-ranking position, from deputy assistant director to the only EX-I director of the Central Intelligence Agency.

Smith said coldly.

"The director has ordered that, from now on, Adolf, you will be in charge of investigating the protests at Yokosuka Port, to see which forces are behind it, and remember to put away that damned racial prejudice."

Adolf opened his mouth but had nothing to say. If he were the son of the current second-in-command, he would have refuted him, but he was only the former, so he could only keep quiet and accept it.

"I understand."

Smith then looked at Rihanna, the mixed-race black beauty.

"Rihanna, you go back to the branch first. You will be given another task."

"Yes."

Rihanna almost burst out laughing. She'd finally gotten rid of that damn white man; he was practically a white pig.

Unbeknownst to these people, a soaring eagle in the sky was watching everything the three of them did, from when they separated and were followed by Naoki Hanyu's clone, to Rihanna entering a restaurant, and then leaving disguised as someone else a dozen minutes later, eventually arriving at a secluded building.

Naoki Hanyu, who was in his office at the Metropolitan Police Department, tapped on the table.

"So it was hidden here all along?"

Since destroying the CIA's branch in Japan two and a half years ago and killing its former director, William Roosevelt, these dark insects have gone into hiding and have not been found at all.

This gave Naoki Hanyu the illusion that the CIA had left Japan.

It seems the other party has simply been hiding very well; after two and a half years, they should have recovered considerably.

"I'm no longer interested in playing hide-and-seek with you guys. Blame Adolf for attracting my attention, but I need to investigate first."

Naoki Hanyu never intended to coexist peacefully with the Japanese CIA. He had dozens of agents' lives on his hands and didn't want insects crawling around investigating this and that next to his bed.

After all, Naoki Hanyu is arguably the person with the most secrets in Japan.

At the Yokosuka Port protest site, 20,000 people were seen marching and demonstrating, walking around the port in the streets of 1-chome, holding numerous banners and signs such as "America, get out of the neon lights" and "We don't need security that doesn't value our lives."

Besides locals, youth groups make up the largest group of protesters, and their numbers are growing rapidly.

Inside the barbed wire fence of the port base is a group of resentful American soldiers. Not long ago, they fought a bloody battle and lost many comrades, all in an effort to help Japan eliminate a terrorist organization.

But how do the people of this country treat them? Not only do they not know how to be grateful, but they also unite against them. It's truly despicable.

Outside the barbed wire were Yokosuka City police officers, who also had grievances. It was disgusting that they had to step in and protect the country after the American soldiers caused such a mess. Look at the disappointed looks in the eyes of the protesters.
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Time passed by, and it was getting close to evening.

Just as the police and American troops thought they were about to go home, the protesters suddenly rioted and, with nearly 3 people, began to press towards the barbed wire fence.

This moment frightened the local police and garrison, who dared not fire under the current public opinion.

The deputy chief of Yokosuka Police Station hurriedly shouted through a loudspeaker.

"Please calm down, everyone. We need to protest in a civilized manner."

His rebuttal was met with an even louder voice.

"We want these murderers who take lives so lightly to leave Japan." "That's right."

"Safety is something you have to fight for."

Led by a few daring individuals, the protesters quickened their pace, and soon the two sides began to shove and push each other, while the American garrison inside the barbed wire fence watched as if it were a show.

When a policeman accidentally fell during the shoving, the officers were finally forced to use force to disperse the crowd.

One tear gas canister after another was thrown into the crowd, and the CS chlorobenzyl methylene malononitrile smoke spread rapidly, reaching a range of 15 to 30 meters in each area.

Thus, the crowd, whose eyes and throats were irritated, had to endure the burning sensation and sore throat as they dispersed. The mobile units acting as riot police also came down with riot shields and batons, and the captain in charge shouted through a megaphone.

"You have posed a threat to the safety of the officers. Please retreat immediately. Everyone, march forward! 1, 2, 3."

As hundreds of police officers approached step by step, they shouted in unison, one shout for each step.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat."

The crowd finally dispersed; after all, if it weren't for someone stirring things up, they wouldn't have even had physical contact with the police.

It must be said that even though the intensity of protests in Japan has increased in recent years, it is still among the lowest in the world. Unlike some other places where protesters are seen confronting police with stones and other weapons, or rubber bullets.

However, despite the police's apparent success in dispersing the crowd, the mayor of Yokosuka City, who rushed to the scene, became furious and immediately berated the deputy chief who had given the order.

"Who told you to use tear gas? You know Japan hasn't used smoke bombs to disperse protesters in 20 years. Just let them protest here until they go home for dinner. It's already evening, so it won't take long."

The middle-aged deputy director looked constipated.

"But they pushed and shoved the police."

"Is anyone hurt?"

"No, but a police officer fell down."

The mayor had nothing more to say, but simply pointed to the group of reporters not far away and spoke.

"You'll see the reporters outside will definitely report on this. I don't care anymore, your police station can explain it to the public yourselves."

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The news of police violently dispersing protesters made it onto the evening news. This action was unprecedented in at least 20 years, let alone 30, and instantly drew widespread condemnation.

Why did the police use tear gas when the protesters were unarmed and did not intend to hurt anyone?

Worse still, one person who was irritated by tear gas developed a corneal ulcer, which, if not treated in time, eventually led to corneal opacity and permanent blindness.

This incident immediately put the police in the spotlight, and the victim's relatives even filed a lawsuit against the police department.
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The next day was sunny.

Early in the morning, Yokosuka Port requested support from surrounding cities, bringing the number of riot police in Ichome to 1500. However, the number of protesters also increased, breaking the 5 mark and reaching more than 8, with an upward trend.

The reasons included some people having opinions about the police after watching last night's news, but the most important reason was that today was a day off, so many people had time to come and join in the "fun".

The police are now in trouble. They have been shoved multiple times but dare not fight back, fearing that if they do, the number of cases will exceed 10 tomorrow. Yokosuka Port only has 40 cases, and the number has already exceeded the Yokosuka government's capacity to handle.

The police officers spent the entire day feeling incredibly frustrated, while the garrison inside, having learned from yesterday's experience, were actually eating snacks and watching their "comrades" suffer.
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As evening fell, a young man hurried home with a broad smile, eager to receive the promised reward.

The young man's name was Shimizu Shin. He used to be involved in the underworld and had his little finger cut off for stealing funds from his gang. Now he was an unemployed bum who hung out in a pachinko parlor. He thought he was going to live a muddled life, but who knew that happiness would come knocking at his door.

When Shimizu Shin opened the door, he indeed saw a masked man waiting inside for a long time.

Shimizu Shin smiled even more brightly as he spoke.

"Sir, I have followed your orders and allowed the protesters and police to push and shove each other."

"Thank you for your hard work. This 400 million is your reward."

Shimizu Shin took the bag of money without even counting it, and immediately bowed to express his gratitude. He'd earned 800 million in two days; if he could just keep guiding the money for a few more days, he could be living the high life again.

"Thank you, sir. I will work even harder."

"No, I would advise you to stop now."

"Close hand?"

Shimizu Shin looked at the masked man in disbelief. He was the one who was fueling the protests. Without them, how could the protests have been so intense? There were thousands upon thousands of people sitting in protest.

The masked man is Naoki Hanyu's alter ego. Even though the man in front of her is a scoundrel, she should still have at least a basic sense of decency in her choice.

"I suspect you're being watched now. If you stop now, no one can do anything to you. If you want to continue, I won't stop you, and the reward will remain the same, but you need to think carefully about the risks involved."

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(End of this chapter)