In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 280: The undercover agent who went astray, blessings spread across the country
In the evening, the breeze was not dry. As dusk approached, the sky was dyed orange and red, and flocks of birds flew by.

At the edge of the rooftop, Aoyama Hidenobu was leaning on the railing with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, looking into the distance. The red tie on his chest was fluttering in the wind, like a red flag waving.

"Da~da~da~da~"

Hearing footsteps behind him, Aoyama Hidenobu turned around and saw Nobi Kura Ken walking towards him.

At this time, Nobita Ken was no longer as unkempt as before. After getting his hair cut and shaving, he looked several years younger, but his nonchalant temperament had not changed much.

"What do you want to see me for?" asked Aoyama Hidenobu.

When he received the call, the second internal meeting of the Yuseikai had just ended. He announced the adjournment of the meeting and made an appointment with Nobi Kura Ken to meet at the old place.

Nobita Ken replied softly, "I'd like to report the progress of my work to you. I recently came into contact with a gang that was preparing to rob a money transport vehicle. I'm following up on them. They seem to have plans to do something in the next few days."

"Oh?" Aoyama Hidenobu became interested, took out a cigarette and threw it to him, saying, "This case is not a small one. You will be credited with a great achievement if you solve it. You must pay attention and find ways to infiltrate the gang."

Isn't this the purpose of tricking Nobita Ken into giving up his police identity and becoming an undercover agent? Using him to create opportunities for him to perform meritorious services since he is no longer often on the front line.

Aoyama Hidenobu was not afraid of being busy. He wished he could solve a case every day, so that his name would remain active in major newspapers for a long time and constantly establish among the people the perception that he could solve any case.

If this continues for a long time, his words in the investigation of the case will be absolutely authoritative, and the people will even believe who the murderer is if he says so.

No one would come out to question him.

No one dared to question him!

At the same time, maintaining such a high-intensity crime-solving efficiency is a miracle in itself. For a person who creates miracles like him, even if he is specially promoted and holds a high position at a young age, the people will feel that it is natural.

"Hi!" Nobi Cangjian took the cigarette, lit it, and puffed out smoke, promising: "I will do my best."

"Notify me when you have any news." Aoyama Hidenobu walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and then walked away.

Nobita Ken stood there for a while, his face changing from gloomy to bright, until he finished smoking the cigarette in his hand before leaving.

He returned to a house in Shinjuku district.

There were four men inside, tall, short, fat and thin, who were chatting casually, but when they saw Nobita Ken enter the room, they all stood up and bowed to express their greetings.

"Brother, you are back."

"Everyone, sit down." Nobita Ken raised his hand slightly.

The four of them sat down again, and the fat man pointed at the gun on the table and said, "Brother, the weapons have arrived."

"The car is ready too," the thin man added.

"Everything is ready, we just need the east wind." Nobita Ken smiled slightly, looked at the four people and said, "As long as we can accomplish this, everyone will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of their lives, drink the strongest liquor, and play with the hottest girls!"

"Hi!" the four people responded excitedly.

Nobita Ken clapped his hands, "Bring the map over, and re-examine our respective tasks."

He had just lied to Aoyama Hidenobu. He was not in contact with a robbery gang at all. Instead, he personally took the lead in organizing a gang that robbed armored vehicles.

Because Nobita Ken found that those criminal gangs were very cautious and would not accept newcomers of unknown origin, especially those like him who were not well-known in the industry, so he had no one to go undercover.

These days even criminal gangs want people with work experience when recruiting them, they don’t want interns who are just entering the industry.

Things can't just keep dragging on like this.

Then how can he make merit and return to the Metropolitan Police Department for promotion?

So he changed his idea. Since no gang would accept him, why not just recruit a bunch of restless idiots to form a gang to commit crimes, and then sell them to Aoyama Hidenobu?

This way, it is safe, after all, he is the leader of the team and everyone follows his orders.

There is absolutely no risk of undercover identity being exposed.

And it can also make achievements.

At the same time, he can make a name for himself by doing a job and also gain experience in the criminal circle. His subordinates were caught, but he, the leader, got away. Doesn't this show how powerful he is?
With enough fame and qualifications, he can recruit some criminals with more serious criminal records to join his gang, and sell them out for greater credit.

Although this is not in compliance with regulations.

But he believed that after Aoyama Hidenobu tasted the sweetness, he would support him and take the initiative to cover up for him. After all, this was a win-win situation for him and Aoyama Hidenobu.

The only ones who get hurt are the stupid criminals.

"Brother, through observation over the past few days, we can confirm that the money-for-money truck arrives at the bank at 8 a.m. every day, with two escorts. The bank will also arrange two armed security guards to assist with cash withdrawals. After receiving the call, the nearest police station will take five minutes to arrive at the scene if there is no traffic jam. We only have four minutes at most."

"Four minutes is enough. If everything goes well, it can be done in two minutes. But brother, I suggest that you try not to kill anyone. After all, we are only after money."

"When it's time to shoot, you must shoot, especially when facing the police, you must not hesitate..."

The four of them chatted with each other, excitedly and nervously perfecting their robbery plan, but they had no idea that their leader was actually an undercover police agent.

It’s just that Nobi Kura Ken’s ideas were too wild. No one would have thought that the leader of the organization would be a traitor.

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As night falls, the lights are on.

Some people are immersed in Tokyo's glamorous nightlife, but others are not at peace tonight.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The doorbell kept ringing shrilly.

"Mosimoxi?"

A cautious male voice came from the intercom.

"Hello, Mr. Murakami. We are from the collection department of Nohara Financial Co., Ltd. We found that your loan was overdue for almost half a month last month. Would it be convenient for you to repay it?"

Outside the door, a debt collector in a suit and tie with a smile on his face spoke in a gentle and polite tone.

"Why are you here again? Baka! I told you I don't have any money! I'll pay you back when I have money! Baka! Don't bother me anymore, get out of here!"

Murakami Hiroyasu kept cursing and had no intention of paying back his debts. In fact, he was quite afraid of debt collectors at the beginning, but when he found out that all the debt collectors of Nohara Financial Co., Ltd. were such gentle people, he became more arrogant and vicious.

After all, good people can be pointed at with guns.

The next moment, the door was violently slammed.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Murakami Hiroyoshi asked sternly through the door.

But the debt collector outside did not respond to him.

There was the sound of banging on doors that continued.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"You are breaking into a private house! If you don't stop, I will call the police!" Murakami Hiroyoshi threatened.

"Sure, Mr. Murakami, go ahead. It's your right to call the police, but it's your obligation to repay the money."

"Baka! Do you really think I don't dare to call the police?" Murakami Hiroki cursed, turned around and walked into the living room, picked up the phone and dialed 110. "Is this the 110 emergency center? I want to call the police. Someone is violently collecting debts."

"Hello, do you know the company the debt collector belongs to? We need to register it here."

"It's Nohara Financial Corporation! It's the largest lending company in the country, Nohara Financial Corporation! They are simply lawless! Can you police do anything about it?" Murakami Hiroyoshi asked angrily.

"Okay sir, our advice here is that you pay the money back as soon as possible and don't abuse police resources."

When the operator at the emergency center heard that it was Nohara Financial Co., Ltd., he hung up the call as soon as he finished speaking.

"du~du~du~"

Hearing the busy tone coming from the receiver, Murakami Hiroyoshi stood there in a daze, not coming to his senses.

"Bang!"

The door was finally violently pushed open from the outside.

"what!"

"father!"

Murakami Hiromasa's wife screamed, and his two children were so scared that they hid in their mother's arms and trembled.

Murakami Hiroyoshi turned his head and saw a young man in a black suit and white shirt walking in with a briefcase, followed by four men with tattoos on their arms. They were obviously senior Yakuza.

"Mr. Murakami, I'm sorry. We will repair the damaged door panels with social funding." The young man in the suit bowed slightly and said soothingly with a smile.

It's a formal company, and everything it does is formal.

Looking at the four gang members behind the young man in suits, Murakami Hiroyoshi turned pale. He said with a sad face, not living up to his previous arrogance, "I really have no money now. Do you really want to force me to death?"

"Mr. Murakami, we didn't force you to borrow the money, did we?" The debt collector asked with a smile, and then said, "Besides, our company's interest rate is within the legal range and is very reasonable. Since you can't pay it back, why didn't you consider this when you borrowed it?"

Nohara Financial Co., Ltd. has a rule that all debt collectors must provide service with a smile because they represent the company's image, while violent means are left to violent groups.

"Anyway, I have no money now, so why don't you just kill me!" Murakami Hiroyoshi started to act like a rogue.

"Mr. Murakami, our company is a formal company. How can we just shout and kill you?" The debt collector smiled and took out a contract from his briefcase. "In fact, for customers like you who have difficulty repaying their loans, our company has fully considered your difficulties and has a special repayment assistance plan."

"According to the information you registered when you borrowed money, I know that you were a senior technician at an electronics company. I have found a job for you. You can work there for a while, and then you can pay off the debt with the money."

Murakami Hiroyoshi looked suspicious. A loan company also helps people find jobs. Is this really such a good thing?

He took the contract and his face turned green after taking a look at it. The salary was only half of the market price.

This is simply deceiving him to be exploited and oppressed.

If he could accept low wages, he would have found a job long ago. Why would he have to live on loans?

"This... this is ridiculous! Why don't you just let me work for free? What if I don't go?"

Murakami Hiroyoshi threw the contract on the ground and asked.

"Of course, you are free to do so." The debt collector bent down to pick up the contract, but then changed the subject, "But if this happens, our company will have to go through legal procedures, and your house will be auctioned off to repay the debt. Someone from the legal department will come to contact you, so I'll take my leave for now."

After he finished speaking, he bowed and turned to leave.

He took a few steps and then stopped again. He turned back and smiled and said, "By the way, in order to prevent you from selling the house and running away, the four staff members behind me will temporarily stay at your house. Don't worry, they will not live there for nothing. They will help pick up and drop off the children to school every day."

"But they are all rough people, and it is inevitable that they will be careless. If something happens to the children on the way to and from school, please don't mind it."

Murakami Hiroyoshi's face suddenly turned red, and he subconsciously rushed forward to punch the debt collector, but was kicked to the ground by a burly man with tattoos on his hands.

He curled up in agony and wailed.

"Mr. Murakami can call the police to arrest him. He is not a formal employee of our company and his actions have nothing to do with us." The debt collector still had a smile on his face.

"Ah!" Murakami Hiroyoshi pounded the ground angrily and weakly, roaring, and then squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "You are so cruel, I will go! I will go!"

"This is truly a wise choice. Congratulations on getting rid of your unemployment." The debt collector immediately came back and handed him the work contract and a pen.

Nohara Financial Corporation has established in-depth cooperation with many employers, specifically sending those who cannot repay their loans to sweatshops, where the wages are far below the market rate. Nohara Financial Corporation also takes a commission from them, but the commission is not included in the loan repayment.

After all, I helped to introduce a job, so what's wrong with taking a little thank-you fee from their monthly salary?
Of course, the debtor is unaware of this.

The salary figures on their contracts are the figures after Nohara Financial Corporation has already taken its cut.

From the moment they borrowed the money, they either had to pay the interest to Nohara Financial Corporation and create profits, or be sold to a factory, or work for Nohara Financial Corporation for free to pay off their debts.

It is impossible not to repay the money. Nohara Financial Co., Ltd. has plenty of ways to make up for the losses.

Hiromasa Murakami is not alone.

It is a microcosm of many Japanese people.

The blessings of Aoyama Taijun are spreading across the country.

He single-handedly reformed the formalization of the loan industry, promoted consumption, and increased the country's employment rate. He is a great contributor to the country.

(End of this chapter)