Tokyo Detective

Chapter 598 A Major Event in Hardcore Diplomacy

Inside the room, Saki Toyokawa looked worriedly out the window at the dark sea.

"Asuka, I have a bad feeling."

Kudo Asuka holds her best friend's hand.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you."

"Ah."

The yacht quickly approached the sinking vessel. Dozens of staff members, wearing life jackets, helped the volunteers one by one. Some of them were even injured, their hands covered in blood, causing a commotion. Fortunately, the experienced first mate managed to calm them down.

After more than ten minutes, 120 people were finally brought aboard. The humanitarian ship, already riddled with holes, had sunk by a third, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The staff began asking the volunteers what was going on and what they had experienced.
A trembling female organizer began to describe her experience.

Their ships were intercepted by the oil-producing country's navy before they even left the Nile Sea. The navy fired smoke bombs at the ships, and many people were choked and ran to the deck.

Then the oil troops forcibly landed and subdued the first three ships.

Just when all the volunteers thought it would be like the previous four times, one of the ships exploded, and then the oil corps patrol boat also caught fire.

During the riots, the oil corps opened fire, scaring them into fleeing.

The Italian captain realized there were only two possibilities: either some of the volunteers had done something foolish, or the oil-producing countries had lost patience.

Once, twice, three times, they really treated me like a little kitty if they didn't show their teeth, and that's how today's turn of events happened.

In complete darkness, the oil army can find any excuse to do anything.

In any case, they didn't care about the identities of the people they killed; UN staff, journalists, doctors, humanitarians, and oil soldiers showed absolutely no mercy when they went beating them.

The captain realized the trouble was bigger than he had imagined, so he quickly shouted.

"We need to get out of here quickly, it's not safe."

The crew members were also frightened.

"This is Nile waters; the oil corps shouldn't dare to intrude, right?"

"Don't underestimate those beasts; there's nothing they're incapable of."

The yacht quickly turned around and headed back at full speed, but just then, an unexpected event occurred.

Suddenly, an alarm siren sounded in the distance, and several beams of light pierced the sea and shone on the yacht.

"It's them."

"Run."

"Go full throttle."

The yacht was indeed running at full speed, but at a speed of just over 20 knots (40 kilometers per hour), it couldn't compare to the speed of a naval patrol boat.

Like a pack of wolves in the sea, the three patrol boats emerged from both sides and intercepted the yacht in the waters off the Nile.

The patrol boats pointed their weapons at the yacht, and waves of naval commandos forced their way aboard, terrifying the crew.

The captain and first mate were the ones who were more sensible; they raised their hands and tried to negotiate with the other party.

“We surrender. We have no ill intentions toward your country. This ship is full of tourists.”

The commando captain punched the captain right away.

“You might have been right an hour ago, but now the people on this boat are not tourists, but terrorists who endanger our country. They blew up a patrol boat.”

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The captain panicked. He hadn't expected the other party to be so ruthless. Perhaps he shouldn't have brought them aboard and just watched them sink into the sea.

The commando leader didn't care what a yacht captain thought; he directly ordered all his men to take control of the vessel and everyone on board, intending to take both the people and the boat away.

The knocking on the door continued inside. Anyone who didn't cooperate would have the door forcibly broken down and be dragged out and given a beating.

Even the two security personnel that Naoki Hanyu hired had their signals jammed by the oil-producing country's navy, and they were subdued before they could send any messages.

Screams and accusations continued. Yu Jun quickly arrived at the room of Toyokawa Saki and the other two women. They tried to hide, but they could be found with a simple search of the room.

In the end, he could only produce his passport, trying to use his status as someone who was not an ordinary person to stop the commando team from going too far.

"Don't shoot. We are Japanese businessmen with hundreds of millions of dollars in assets, and our relatives and friends are high-ranking officials in the Japanese government."

Upon hearing this, the two assault team members didn't go too far and simply pushed them out.

"Go out and gather on the deck."

After all, the two are wealthy and relatives of high-ranking Japanese officials. It's best to be cautious until things are clear. Although we're not worried about diplomatic issues, it's always better to avoid them if possible.

On the deck, more than 200 people trembled under the gun barrels. They didn't know what these cruel masked men would do and could only watch helplessly as the other side sailed away with the entire yacht. Their support, the Nile Navy, arrived late, or rather, the Nile Navy dared not confront the oil naval forces.

Several hours later, the entire yacht was towed to the port of Haifa, whereupon the commandos could now humiliate the “prisoners” with impunity.

Apart from those of some status, other prisoners of war were required to kiss their country's flag. In short, humiliating prisoners of war gave these people, who had been involved in the war and whose nerves were already on edge, a sense of pleasure.

Of course, there was still some restraint; for example, they dared not commit sexual assault or maiming, since these volunteers and tourists all had some status.

As everything unfolded in the Mediterranean, the sky over the neon-lit side of the world was already turning white.

Just as Naoki Hanyu returned to his office, poured himself a cup of tea, and began his retirement, a phone call came from the Prime Minister's official residence.

"Naoki, come here."

"Wait a moment."

When Naoki Hanyu arrived at the Prime Minister's office, Juzo Tanaka and his apprentice, Saburo Momoi, who had become Chief Cabinet Secretary, were already waiting for him. "What brings you here?"

Tanaka Juzo turned on the TV and played the news that had already been recorded.

"Four hours ago, a yacht was forcibly taken away by the navy of an oil-producing country because it was harboring volunteers whom the oil-producing country considered terrorists. Here's what happened."

After a thorough explanation, Naoki Hanyu understood the situation, but did it concern him?

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"Are there Japanese tourists on the ship?"

"Yes, there are four Japanese tourists on board."

The oil-producing countries' practices are well-known worldwide, and Naoki Hanyu had already guessed that the negotiations would not go smoothly.

"Did the negotiations at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs not go smoothly?"

"Yes, the oil-producing countries claim they cannot rule out the possibility that the four are terrorists, so they cannot release them."

Naoki Hanyu frowned upon hearing this. He was already quite domineering, but this small country was even more domineering than him.

"So you want me to negotiate?"

"No, it's because two tourists are related to you that we're notifying you. See?"

Naoki Hanyu took the document, and his pupils instantly contracted, a murderous intent filling the entire room.

"It's Yuki and Asuka."

Tanaka Juzo advised.

"Don't worry, I have arranged for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to communicate with the oil-producing countries again, and they will definitely bring the people back safely."

Naoki Hanyu shook his head. He knew all too well how the United States operated. Even for citizens of countries like Britain and France, it would take at least a few days to a week to release someone, let alone a Japanese person.

It's important to know that Japan and America had fallen out at this time, so America might be stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

"I'll go too."

Tanaka Juzo didn't understand what the young man in front of him was thinking at that time.

"Don't be impulsive."

"I'm not acting impulsively; I just intend to bring them back myself. Could you grant me diplomatic status, sir?"

The two looked into each other's eyes, and Tanaka Juzo finally agreed.

He was also disgusted by the attitude of the oil-producing countries, and perhaps it wouldn't be a bad thing to send Naoki Hanyu over.

Twenty minutes later, at Haneda Airport, a private jet with a top speed exceeding Mach 20 pierced the sky. It was Naoki Hanyu's private jet, and he couldn't wait any longer.

The actions of oil-producing countries have generated considerable public discussion on the world stage, with the vast majority of people shocked by this barbaric scene and condemning it.

But do oil-producing countries care? Their citizens don't care, and their president, Eldad, cares even less, even though the countries of origin of the arrested volunteers and tourists have all stepped forward to negotiate.

Europe is nothing to fear from my son's underlings. At most, the leftists will jump out and curse a few times, but we'll just have them leave in a few days.

Middle Easterner, sorry, but I suspect you're from a terrorist organization, so imprisoning you for over a decade wouldn't be too much to ask.

He's Korean, my son's son, that is, my grandson. Okay, we can talk.

That Japanese guy, my son's ex-son, has now fallen out with my son. You just wait and see.

In particular, America's two women were indeed not simple; one was Naoki Hanyu's childhood friend, and the other was an old acquaintance. So, she immediately began to make a plan.

After all, an entire mixed helicopter battalion was destroyed by Naoki Hanyu, and the two sides were practically at loggerheads.

So America contacted the oil-producing countries to stop them from releasing him; that's just how the oil-producing countries operate.

America didn't intend to use the two to kill Naoki Hanyu; she just wanted to exchange them for some of Naoki Hanyu's blood, or to stop the new Japanese government from being too aggressive.

Of course, they were unaware that someone had actually committed a "suicidal" act by traveling alone to the oil country.
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Eight hours later, Naoki Hanyu's plane finally arrived at the Arab airport, and he also learned of new developments in diplomatic communications.

The oil-producing countries refused to release the prisoners again, and secretly put forward a series of conditions.

Stop pursuing America's involvement in the coup; what's needed is Naoki Hanyu's blood, various forms of economic cooperation, and so on.

In short, they were making outrageous demands, leaving the diplomats at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at a loss.

Naoki Hanyu listened quietly to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' explanation, and then put forward a condition.

"Help me apply for a spot to go to the oil-producing country."

"Ok."

Naoki Hanyu received a reply very quickly.

"Director Yuzuru, the other party does not allow you to go."

Upon hearing this, Naoki Hanyu put down the phone. He said that he already disliked oil-producing countries, and now they were doing this.

Perhaps we can act openly and honestly, and even if the oil-producing countries pursue the matter afterward, so what?

Naoki Hanyu didn't care about breaking ties with a mere oil-producing country.

Perhaps it's the growing confidence brought about by increased power, or perhaps it's a long-standing dislike for oil-producing countries.

Therefore, Naoki Hanyu planned to take a bold action, even if it would cause some minor troubles afterward.
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A privately owned helicopter, purchased outright, flew openly into the country of Yodan. Because it was flying at low altitude and was skilled, the entire country's air defense system was unaware of the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Looking down, all you see are deserts and hills; due to geographical factors, it's difficult for such a country to become powerful.

The helicopter took four hours to finally reach the West Bank, just a stone's throw from the oil-producing country's territory.

(End of this chapter)