In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 485: Runren Killer, the cunning one wins when they meet on a narrow road
Shinjuku 1-chome, Tokyo.

Nanfeng Hotel is just a small hotel located next to the main road. It looks quite old and its billboard is no longer glowing, making it inconspicuous.

The room 308 on the third floor was filled with smoke. If someone came in without knowing, they would think they had reached heaven. The ashtray on the table was so full of cigarette butts that it was popping out. Two men were sitting on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.

One of them was a little older, probably around 40 years old.

The other person was slightly younger, probably in his twenties.

"Uncle, what do you want to say?" The younger young man looked at the middle-aged man and spoke in authentic Chinese. While speaking, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand and lit another one.

The middle-aged man had dark skin and his face was full of traces of weathering. He looked like an old farmer, but his eyes were sharp. He spoke slowly in a low and hoarse voice, "Nephew, we still have to do the work. The employer said that he won't pay the balance until the person dies. We finally got this big job. After we finish this job, we can go back home in glory and live a stable life."

"But uncle, the Japanese must be on guard after being frightened like this, so it will be difficult to attack them!" The young man frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke, looking worried.

"I don't think so." The middle-aged man pursed his cracked lips, sat up slightly, and said seriously: "Listen to my analysis, the little Japanese named Aoyama Hidenobu certainly didn't expect that we would dare to commit a second crime, so if we kill them with a surprise attack, the chance of success will be greater."

The art of war is to use deception, and the main goal is to attack the enemy unexpectedly.

"Uncle, I'll listen to you. You can do whatever you say. You must not harm me." The young man shook off the ashes from his cigarette, looked desperate, smacked his lips and said, "I have killed so many devils before, but none of them are worth this much. I really don't want to miss it."

"Okay, let's think about how to kill him. If this guy was in the war, he would have been at least a major, right? Maybe his ancestors had brought disaster to our hometown. Killing him will be considered as resisting the Japanese." The middle-aged man who looked like an old farmer spat and said viciously.

The young man was young and knew more. Hearing this, he corrected him and said, "Uncle, I read in the Japanese newspaper that this guy is a good official."

"He is a good official for the devils, but we are not the devils." The middle-aged man heard this and waved his hand indifferently. After thinking for a while, he said, "There is a saying that goes, his hero is my enemy!"

In the early 1990s, Japan, as the only developed country in Asia, stood out and attracted a large number of migrant workers from neighboring countries.

Most of them are from the underworld, and since they have no skills, education or identity, they can only do hard and tiring low-level jobs, and even then they are still oppressed by local and foreign gangs.

As a result, some people who are unwilling to be ordinary and dare to fight and kill have embarked on the road of crime, and when local forces hire killers, they like to look for Koreans, Chinese and other foreigners whose faces are similar to those of the Japanese.

Because they come here just to make money and their roots are not here, so they dare to take any order as long as they are paid enough. In addition, they have no identity, so they flee back to their country after killing people, and the police cannot find any trace even if they want to investigate.

This uncle and nephew are just such a professional killer duo. They suffered losses in two business ventures before coming here, and felt that everything was not good in their home country. They heard that they could get rich quickly by washing dishes in Japan, that the air is sweet, the moon is rounder, and even the water in the toilet can be drunk directly. Therefore, they regarded the country as their second homeland which they had never seen, and were smuggled into the country by human snakeheads, only to find out after they arrived that it was not the case.

The Japanese boss took advantage of the fact that they were illegal immigrants and bullied them madly. The two men couldn't stand it anymore, so they switched to working in a Chinese restaurant. But the result was that their fellow villagers exploited them to death, even more cruelly than the Japanese.

The two men had originally thought of enduring it, getting their salary and then moving to another job, but they didn't expect that when it was finally time to get their salary, the boss would default on their wages again. In a rage, they slit the boss's throat in the middle of the night, and from then on they simply changed their jobs to being killers.

After all these beatings, these two anti-patriots were transformed into staunch patriots. They hated Japan, their once longed spiritual homeland, to the core. They specialized in taking orders to kill local people, and occasionally borrowed the heads of their fellow villagers, becoming somewhat famous in the industry.

The assassination of Aoyama Hidenobu was the largest order they had ever received. The middleman said that the employer promised to pay one million US dollars as a reward, and that a deposit of 50,000 was paid first, and the rest would be paid in one lump sum after the killing.

That’s one million dollars!
Even if the king of heaven comes, he will be killed in front of the employer.

"Gurgle, gurgle~" The young man's stomach growled twice at an inopportune moment. He felt his stomach and said, "Uncle, why don't we go eat first? We can discuss this after we're full."

"All you do is eat and eat. I saved some money with great difficulty and spent it all on you. If your mother was not my sister, I would not bother to take care of you." The middle-aged man cursed, put out his cigarette and stood up.

The young man said weakly, "You told my mom that you would take me abroad to pick up money, but you first took me to sweep the floor for the Japanese, then took me to wash dishes, and now you take me to kill people. I haven't even reported you yet, but every time you call you brag about how well you are doing here."

No matter how bad the life is for those who go abroad, they have to brag to their relatives and friends about how good life is abroad, and they will never return home no matter how miserable the life is. After all, if they don't do this, wouldn't it seem that their behavior in the first place was stupid?

If they return to their country, they must return in glory, just like these two people. If they really killed Aoyama Hidenobu and returned with millions of dollars, they would not mention the suffering they endured here, but would only brag about how great this place is, even though they already hate Japan in their hearts.

The main purpose is to try to save face by pretending to be a dead duck.

It's hard for people to admit that they are an idiot.

"Shut your fucking mouth, are you going to eat or not?"

The young man shrank his head and dared not refute. Seeing his uncle walking out, he quickly stood up and followed him.

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At the same time, Nakamura Shinichi walked into the lobby on the first floor of Nanfeng Hotel. He raised his hand and knocked on the counter. When the receptionist looked up, he took out his ID and said, "Police, I have something to ask you."

This hotel is not big to begin with, and Datang is certainly not that big either, so the front desk is right at the door.

"Hi! Please excuse me, I will certainly cooperate!" The receptionist was the lady boss herself, and she kept bowing to please him.

Shinichi Nakamura put away his ID, looked around, and then turned back to ask, "Did two men in windbreakers stay here last night? Which room were they in? Are they still staying in your store?"

"Hey! Yes, it was late at night. I remember these two guests very clearly. They stayed... Hey, they're here." The proprietress pointed to the stairs behind Nakamura Shinichi halfway through her sentence and said to the uncle and nephew who were coming downstairs with a smile: "Guests, this policeman is looking for you. He may have something important to tell you."

The two of them stopped on the stairs.

When the proprietress pointed behind him, Shinichi Nakamura had already turned around. When he heard the proprietress reveal his identity, he couldn't help but want to curse in his heart.

The six eyes met, and the air was eerily quiet.

After confirming through eye contact, I knew they were two bad guys.

The uncle and nephew stared at Shinichi Nakamura, but their hands had already begun to move towards his waist without making a sound. The bravest of the two will win!

But the next second, Shinichi Nakamura ran away. The front desk was very close to the door, and he jumped out in an instant.

The uncle and nephew on the stairs were stunned for a moment. When Nakamura Shinichi moved, he subconsciously put down his hand that was about to draw the gun. The uncle said, "It's exposed. Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran out in a hurry. Although he didn't know which case had been exposed, the policeman's reaction just now was very wrong. The fact that he didn't shoot showed that he was afraid of death and there were no other policemen outside. Now was the best time for them to move.

Because the fleeing policeman will definitely call for support and rush over here. Tokyo is full of police stations and patrol police. If he doesn't run away now, it will be too late.

The nephew also followed his uncle and ran out of the hotel.

The proprietress looked confused.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

As soon as the two men went out, gunshots were heard.

Shinichi Nakamura ran away because he saw the two men's hands were about to reach for their guns. If both sides drew their guns at the same time, he would not be at an advantage against two of them. The front desk happened to be close to the door, so he chose to save his life first.

After running out of the door, he hid behind a telephone pole on the side of the road, ambushing the uncle and nephew with a gun, who would surely seize the opportunity to escape after being alarmed by him.

The uncle-nephew duo was caught off guard. The uncle, who was running in front, was shot several times and fell to the ground as soon as he walked out of the door. The pistol on his waist also flew out.

The nephew behind him was shot in the leg and fell to the ground. He was shocked and angry when he saw his uncle lying on the ground covered in blood. He reached out to draw the gun, but was shot in the wrist by Shinichi Nakamura who was only three or four meters away, and the gun flew out of his hand.

The exchange of fire ended in just a few seconds. It couldn't be called an exchange of fire because the two gangsters didn't fire a single shot during the entire process.

Amid the screams of passers-by, Shinichi Nakamura stepped forward with a gun in hand and kicked the two men's guns away. Then he turned around and shouted to the terrified hotel proprietress, "Help me call the police and an ambulance!"

"Ah! Oh oh oh oh!" The proprietress was stunned for a moment before she reacted and dialed the number with trembling fingers.

Nearby police arrived quickly and an ambulance arrived shortly afterwards, but the uncle had already died from excessive blood loss, leaving only the nephew to be sent to the hospital for treatment.

To prevent him from escaping, Shinichi Nakamura showed his ID and arranged for two police officers at the scene to go to the hospital for surveillance.

He himself went to search the two people's rooms.

Only a briefcase was found inside, which contained bullets, cigarettes, more than 40,000 U.S. dollars, and photos of Aoyama Hidenobu and the vehicle he took when he returned to Tokyo.

"call--"

Shinichi Nakamura breathed a sigh of relief, he found the right one.

That's right, the gunmen were these two.

He had just taken a risk by lying in ambush and shooting.

Although he could judge from his own experience that the two men were not good people and had guns, it would be troublesome if he made a wrong judgment and killed innocent people.

However, due to the urgency of wanting to catch the murderer who assassinated Aoyama Hidenobu, he chose to take the risk.

Fortunately, he made the right bet and won the jackpot.

Shinichi Nakamura called Aoyama Hidenobu and said after the call was connected: "Superintendent Masaru, I found the two gunmen who shot you. One of them has been killed by me, and the other has been sent to the hospital for treatment."

"What?" On the other side, Aoyama Hidenobu, who was communicating with the Korean Civil Rights Group Chairman Tamiya Keiko, was surprised when he heard this. He pushed her aside and sat up, asking incredulously, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Absolutely not! I found your photo and photos of the vehicle you used in the past few days in both of our bags." Shinichi Nakamura said firmly.

"Good! Good! Good, Nakamura-kun! You've done a great job!" Aoyama Hidenobu was overjoyed, and didn't care that Tamiya Keiko was still in a mess, and started to put on his clothes with one hand, "Which hospital? I'll go there now."

He never expected that there would be progress so quickly. Fortunately, Shinichi Nakamura did not become devastated by the emotional blow, otherwise he would have lost a good general.

Shinichi Nakamura gave the name of a hospital.

Aoyama Hidenobu hung up the phone and started putting on his pants.

During the few days he returned to Tokyo, he was mainly busy maintaining interpersonal relationships. He gave money and benefits to men and gave children and grandchildren to women. It was hard work for his wallet and his younger brother.

"Mr. Aoyama is leaving just like that?" Tamiya Keiko, half-undressed, lay on her side on the bed with a resentful look in her eyes.

Aoyama Hidenobu turned around and said, "Ms. Tamiya is now the president after all. You can't rely on others for everything. You still have to master some core technologies yourself to avoid being strangled. What do you think?"

Tamiya Keiko raised her middle finger at him.

"One is not enough, you probably need three." Aoyama Hidenobu smiled, shook his head, and turned away.

Keiko Tamiya threw a pillow over.

"Shit! You annoying guy, I only needed two before, it's all your fault that I was so surprised!"

(End of this chapter)