Tokyo Detective

Chapter 440 Cults are like rats
The person leading the team was the third counselor, Sato Miwako. This policewoman brought all the people from the 4th Division of the First Investigation Division, since the 4th Division used to be her team.

"Minister Zhi, please give your instructions."

Naoki Hanyu pointed at the thug lying on the ground, severely injured.

"Take all these people away and hand over all the evidence to the High Prosecutor's Office. I want to immediately launch a search of the No. 11 New Life Research Institute in Keio Ward, Hachioji City."

"search?"

Miwako Sato was a little confused. The procedure was wrong. Why was a search of a suspicious target being launched directly? Shouldn't there be an interrogation first?

"Naoki, are you confident?"

This question was asked as a friend.

"Of course, Miwako, just wait and see how you do well."

"Yes, Minister, I'll arrange it right away."

When Naoki Hanyu was a subordinate, he needed to follow proper procedures. Now that he's the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, if he still has to worry about too many things, wouldn't he be wasting his time?
Although, according to unspoken rules, major cases do require contacting both the Superintendent General of Police and the Commissioner General of the National Police Agency, he doesn't care about the Commissioner General's attitude towards him; the most important thing is to catch the person.

After all, if there are illegal items in Naoki Hanyu's backpack, the final result will only be illegal, regardless of whether the target has evidence.

Naoki Hanyu took out his phone and dialed Miyuki Kobayakawa, who was shopping with her best friend Natsumi Senbon at the time.

"Boss, is something wrong? Xia Shi and I are shopping."

“There is indeed something urgent. You two go back to the Metropolitan Police Department immediately and work overtime. Miyuki, you help me notify all the police officers that they must come back to work overtime whenever they have free time. There is a major case to handle.”

"clear."

As soon as the phone call ended, the two beautiful policewomen in plainclothes grabbed their coats and ran off. Their high heels seemed to have no effect on them at all, except for Senbon Natsumi, who complained a little.

"Damn it, we bought three concert tickets, Mai was called to work overtime and didn't have time, and now we have to work overtime too. That's a whopping 6 yen!"

At 9 p.m., the High Prosecutor's Office
Deputy Chief Prosecutor (second-in-command) Ryo Iijima was packing his things to leave the prosecutor's office when there was a knock on the door. A 50-year-old middle-aged man pushed the door open and cautiously spoke.

The visitor was none other than Matsushima Heizo, the head of the criminal investigation department of the prosecutor's office, who was in charge of extremely serious criminal cases in the Tokyo area.

"Second-in-Chief Iijima, I have a search warrant application from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division. I don't know whether I should approve it or not."

"Iijima Ryo said calmly."

"Just do it your usual way. You've been a minister for three years, don't you have any experience yet?"

Ryosuke Iijima avoided the topic. A case that even the head of the criminal investigation department of the prosecutor's office hesitated over must be a big problem. There was no need for him to offer suggestions and get involved, even though he was the other party's direct superior.

But Matsushima Heizo's next words made him change his mind.

“I really don’t know how to judge. The search warrant was personally applied for by Criminal Investigation Minister Naoki Hanyu. I would have approved it if it were an ordinary target, but the target he wanted to search was an important research institute under the Agricultural Cooperative.”

"Agricultural Cooperative? Naoki Hanyu?"

Ryo Iijima frowned.

"I'll give you advice later."

"Yes."

Ryo Iijima took out a cell phone and turned it on. Sure enough, there was a text message from an unknown number with a dog emoji on it. This was a slogan he and Naoki Hanyu had agreed on. As long as the other party sent a dog emoji, he would do his best to approve all kinds of applications.

Ever since Iijima Ryo's Minato Ward circle was forced into negotiations by Hanyu Naoki more than a year ago, the other party has been deepening its relationship with him.

Naoki Hanyu doesn't have good relationships with the entire Hong Kong entertainment circle; he only befriends a few people who work in the judiciary.

Now, Ryo Iijima has made billions of yen off Naoki Hanyu, and he can't refuse her request, so he has no choice but to go down this path.

Soon after, Ryo Iijima gave instructions to the Criminal Division of the Public Prosecutor's Office.

"Don't worry about anything else, just follow the procedure."

"Yes."

The search warrant was issued, and at the same time, a prosecutor from the High Public Prosecutor's Office was quietly calling the farmers' association to tip them off; clearly, he was a "friend" of the farmers' association.

No. 11, Keio Ward, Hachioji City, the New Life Research Institute located on the banks of the Naganuma River.

Inside the research institute, a mature and beautiful woman dressed in a researcher's uniform was checking computer data. In the glass room, a child was inside an instrument, his face contorted in pain. As the liquid in the syringe decreased, the child's blood vessels even swelled up, making his delicate face look ferocious.

"what"

The pitiful cries made some of the researchers present feel sorry for them, but none of them dared to make a sound. Only the bald deputy director next to him spoke up and asked.

"Director, should we add more? If we continue, we might have to scrap this consumable."

The woman referred to as the director nodded. Her name was Kazama Yoshiko, and she was the director of this research institute. She was also the second person in charge of the Evolution Project of the Creation Society.

Kazama Miko has stunningly beautiful features, a curvaceous and voluptuous figure, and a bust that can be described as slender yet voluptuous.

Although she looks like she's in her 30s, she's actually 64 years old, and the frown lines around her eyes are impossible to hide.

"Let's send them all in. I estimate that Number 632 has reached his limit. If he can pull through, he might become the 9th Newtype."

"Yes."

As the deputy director instructed his subordinates to increase the dosage, the child's screams grew louder and louder.

Kazama Yoshiko quietly observed the changing expressions on the test subjects' faces. She referred to the experimental subjects who had survived her trials as "New Humans." These finished products, through continuous post-natal modifications, possessed growth potential comparable to monsters, while also lacking some of their drawbacks, such as low intelligence, premature aging, and mental health issues.

Unfortunately, the Evolution Project still has its own drawbacks, namely uncertainty. Each consumable needs to be independently adjusted due to issues such as genes, which is troublesome to set up and has a very high mortality rate.

The Evolution Project has been running for 23 years, from the Creation Society to the Agricultural Cooperative. The first eleven years were all failures, wasting a total of 326 experimental subjects.

When the plan was on the verge of failure, a defective product that was stronger than that of ordinary people was suddenly created in the twelfth year, which is why it was able to continue.

These defective products were members of the Creation Society's apostolic team, but unfortunately, they have all been killed by someone.

And so, in the fourteenth year, they were fortunate enough to obtain a real finished product, the No. 1 New Human, Kazama Yoshiko's own son.

Unfortunately, this first new human died due to his mother's various actions, which ultimately led to the collapse of his body's genes.

Kazama Yoshiko gained a lot from sacrificing her own son; at the very least, she now has a clear understanding of the general direction of the New Human Project.

Over the next two years, Yu Shi continued to waste hundreds of experimental towers. In the 16th year, a new human was born again, namely No. 2. Unfortunately, no new humans were discovered after No. 2.

After a series of failures, Kazama Yoshiko had to lower her standards, reducing one of the two goals from a physique comparable to a monster and a talent comparable to a martial arts master. In the end, she created four new humans in just three years, namely No. 5, No. 6, No. 7 and No. 8. The entire evolution plan consumed nearly 2000 people.

As for No. 3 and No. 4, they are Miyanokoji Shina and Sakuraba Hime, who are being hunted down. Kazama Yoshiko never expected that two of the original experiments would still have escaped and succeeded. That's why she wanted to use the two of them to restart the real evolution plan, instead of the current defective products.

Soon, the child in the laboratory died from bleeding from all seven orifices while struggling, and the experiment ended.

Kazama Yoshiko clapped her hands.

"Thank you all for your hard work. You can all go home now. We'll use No. 633 for the experiment again tomorrow."

"Yes."

Suddenly the door opened, and a cold-looking man in his twenties walked in. The man was 1.9 meters tall, strong yet agile, with a samurai sword at his waist. His whole being was as sharp as the samurai sword, and anyone who dared to look him in the eye would feel a sting.

The man's current name is Kazama Takeshi. He is Kazama Yoshiko's adopted son and is also known as Number 2.

"Mother, we just received news from the agricultural cooperative that the Metropolitan Police Department is planning to take action against the research institute. The search warrant has been approved. It is estimated that it will take about 40 minutes to get from the Metropolitan Police Department to Hachioji City."

Kazama Yoshiko, who had been smiling the whole time, suddenly changed her expression.

"This is how agricultural cooperatives work. The Metropolitan Police Department was already preparing to take action before they even notified us. They are far inferior to the Creation Society."

"Mother, what should we do now?"

Kazama Miko embraced her adopted son, letting his head rest on her ample bosom, and the adopted son looked like he was enjoying it.

"Wu, you are a good son of your mother. You stay here and arrange everything. I will move all the sensitive items away if possible, and destroy them if not."

"Yes, mother."

Kazama Yoshiko looked at the handsome face filled with desire with smug satisfaction. Her adopted son had become a perverted mother-obsessed man under her care, so there was no possibility of him betraying her.

He valued his own milk more than power and money.

As for the police search, Kazama Yoshiko wasn't naive enough to think she had 40 minutes. So, she only needed 10 minutes to hide the things she was researching.

Just as Kazama Miko was making arrangements in an orderly manner, bad news came through the walkie-talkie from the security captain.

"It's bad, Chief! The police suddenly burst in, and most of the security personnel have been arrested."

"What? The police are here?"

Kazama Yoshiko was stunned. This was too fast. The agricultural cooperative had just sent a message, and the search warrant had only been sent out 5 minutes ago.

Even a woman in her sixties panicked. How could she move the things from the research institute? Dozens of experimental subjects were locked in the basement, and even if they were killed, there wouldn't be enough time to dispose of the bodies.

When it breaks, it breaks.

Kazama Yoshiko gave an order over the walkie-talkie.

"Try to stall the police as much as possible."

"."

The walkie-talkie didn't give a reply immediately; it took two seconds before a strange man's voice came through.

"Oh, I'm curious how you're going to keep me occupied, Kazama Yoshiko."

For a moment, Kazama Yoshiko felt a chill run down her spine, even though she had regarded human life as worthless for so many years.

"who are you?"

"Don't you know?"

Kazama Yoshiko quickly hung up the communicator.

"Wu, you and I leave immediately. Don't worry about the rest of you."

"Yes, but Mother, should we still go to the farmers' association?"

Kazama Yoshiko shook her head.

"No, I'll take you back to Shincheonji Church."

Same religion?
Kazama Takeshi was stunned. This was the first time he had learned that his mother was related to the Shincheonji Dominion cult in South Korea. Although the Shincheonji Dominion cult spread from South Korea to Japan, its influence was even greater than that of the Creation Society.
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(End of this chapter)