Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

Yuan Zhensheng did not immediately catch up on sleep after leaving the liaison office.

Based on his past experience, sleeping at this time would lead to insomnia at night, which would lead to staying up all night again, and thus completely disrupting his sleep schedule.

The correct approach is to stay up until the next night before going to sleep.

With half a day left, Yuan Zhensheng decided to scout out the location.

In those days, the Internet was still in its infancy, and the personal information of public figures could not be found online. Therefore, he could only use the most primitive methods—purchasing intelligence information, conducting on-site investigations, and inquiring with relevant people in their social circles.

He called Earbag as usual—he had no choice, he didn't know any other information brokers, and Earbag was online 24/7, making it very convenient for him to get information.

"Information on Shinomiya Masakazu's schedule? Usually, the price is around eight million yen, but this time I'm doing you a favor and giving it to you for free," Michibukuro said.

He finalized the deal with his employer on the black market last night. The 2 billion commission will be paid in one lump sum, making him want to keep the whole thing for himself and retire immediately.

Rich people really don't treat money like money. Two billion yen is like toilet paper; they just give it away whenever they want... Sigh, it's definitely more comfortable to be a capitalist.

If the deal goes through, he'll pay Yuan Zhensheng a commission of 500 million; if it doesn't, he'll have to return the 2 billion, which he neither dares nor has the ability to accept.

"Why is it free again?" Yuan Zhensheng felt something was wrong.

Based on his earlier request to see the man's face through his earlobe, he began to suspect that the guy was gay and interested in his anus.

"You can pay if you want." Miura Tomo has a conscience, but not much.

Since the other party is willing to pay, then so be it; he doesn't mind making more money.

"Never mind, forget I said anything." Yuan Zhensheng thought it was better to get something for free.

The two reached an agreement and agreed to meet in person again.

The meeting place was at Odaiba Seaside Park, a secluded bench facing Tokyo Bay with a wide view and sparse trees behind it, making it easy to observe and not easy to be eavesdropped on at close range.

Yuan Zhensheng arrived an hour early. Just like last time, he didn't sit directly in the agreed spot, but instead mingled with the people jogging and walking, observing from a distance.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, dispelled the sultry heat of early summer.

He saw Miura Tomo appear right on time.

He still looked as if he hadn't slept enough, wearing a wrinkled brown trench coat, carrying a suitcase in his left hand and a brown paper document bag in his right. He sat down on the agreed-upon bench and quietly looked at the sea.

After confirming that there was no tail, Yuan Zhensheng approached from the side and rear, and sat down next to him, with a person's distance between them.

"Things." Yuan Zhensheng said without any pleasantries.

Miura Tomo placed the document bag on the bench without pushing it over; he placed the suitcase between the two of them, so they could reach it at any time.

"This is his public schedule, the addresses of several upscale restaurants and clubs he frequents, the residences of several mistresses, and information about his secretary and driver."

He paused for a moment, then said, "He has bodyguards on the surface, but not many; his driver mainly does that. However, his real security force isn't here."

Masaki Haraguchi didn't immediately reach for the file folder. "The real one?"

"Through connections, he regularly 'borrowed' plainclothes officers from the Metropolitan Police Department's SWAT team and the Public Security Bureau to take turns guarding the perimeter of his residence and main office. These people did not take direct orders from him, but they would conduct 'routine patrols'."

Miura Tomo lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "So, don't even think about barging into his house or office; that's no different from storming a police station."

"That's all?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

"That's all. The gun's here too. Deal complete."

Miura Tomo stubbed out his cigarette, patted his suitcase, and said, "The test shot went smoothly. The silencer works even better than I expected... Several engineers have been asking me who designed the silencer."

"Did you say so?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

"In principle, information confidentiality is paid for, and a permanent buyout of an intelligence report costs one million yen... But I'm giving it to you for free this time," Miura Tomo replied indirectly.

Yuan Zhensheng understood. It seemed that the design blueprints for the silencer were more valuable than he had imagined, making Erbao a fortune and thus leading to a series of free orders.

"Thank you," he said.

You're welcome. I wish you good luck in your martial arts endeavors.

Miura Tomohisa stood up, without looking back, and walked along the seaside promenade, quickly disappearing into the sparse crowd.

Yuan Zhensheng sat on the bench for a while longer before picking up the file bag and getting up to leave.

He returned to the safe house, locked the door, drew all the blackout curtains, turned on the light, sat cross-legged at the low table, opened the brown paper document bag, and poured its contents onto the table.

There was a stack of printing paper, a few developed photos, and a handwritten note.

The printed paper contained Masakazu Shinomiya's public schedule for the coming week, from morning to night, down to the minute and location.

Some of the photos are candid shots of Masakazu Shinomiya entering and leaving different places, taken from hidden angles; others are close-ups of the faces of several different women, as well as the exteriors of their apartments or villas.

Several other photos are of his secretary, driver, and other people around him, with their names and brief characteristics scribbled on the back in ballpoint pen.

The handwritten notes contained more detailed records of the mistresses' addresses, the frequency of their contact with Masakazu Shinomiya, the shops they frequented, as well as the driver's and secretary's home addresses, vehicle models, and general daily routines.

Yuan Zhensheng got up, took out a piece of white cardboard, and also a box of thumbtacks and a tube of glue.

He placed the cardboard next to the low table, picked up the schedule, and used glue to neatly attach the most important dates to the cardboard, carefully organizing the intelligence information.

After a while, Yuan Zhensheng took a step back and looked up to examine the cardboard.

It's like a dense spider web, with Shinomiya Masakazu at its core, and the threads extending outwards connecting his schedule, guards, close associates, and activity locations.

Every thumbtack, every line, every piece of paper represents a potential opportunity or a vulnerability that can be exploited.

He was slightly surprised to learn that Shinomiya Rin was Shinomiya Masakazu's daughter, but he quickly came to terms with it. The father and daughter did look somewhat alike, and he had felt that the standee looked familiar when he saw it before.

Furthermore, Shinomiya Rin knew in advance that Kuwata Kenkichi was going to be assassinated, and even said that she knew information brokers and had special channels... Now it seems that the information channels she mentioned were her own father.

Tsk tsk tsk, so she's a rich young lady. No wonder the director treats her so well.

Yuan Zhensheng checked everything and found himself at a loss for where to start.

"This is troublesome."

The difficulty of assassinating a government official is not on the same level as the difficulty of assassinating a gang leader.

If the attack were carried out at his workplace, it would be no less serious than a terrorist attack. The best window of opportunity would have been during his outdoor speech, but unfortunately, I missed it because of other commitments.

Never mind, let's go out and scout the location first.

Gensei changed his clothes and his face, and went to Nagata-cho in Chiyoda Ward, pretending to be a passerby doing bubble-making training, observing the National Diet Building and other buildings out of the corner of his eye.

There were patrolling officers at the entrance, and everyone had to swipe their ID cards to enter and exit. There were also metal detectors in the venue, and even the cleaners had to be searched before they could enter to clean.

Afterwards, Yuan Zhensheng wandered around other locations, observed the surrounding situation, analyzed escape routes, and finally returned to the safe house to organize the information into a booklet and sit at the table to analyze it.

After much deliberation, he finally found a flaw and circled it in red pen.

—Rin Shinomiya

The strained relationship between father and daughter is a good starting point.