Tokyo Detective

Chapter 1 The Lowest Level Patrol

9 o'clock in the evening.

The Hanaka Police Station (Koban) in Ota Ward, Tokyo, is under the management of the Ota Police Station of the Metropolitan Police Department. It is the most basic police unit with a total of 11 police officers.

The ranks are the director with the rank of police inspector, the instructor with the rank of patrol chief, the deputy instructor who is also the patrol chief, and the remaining eight are patrol chiefs and patrolmen, who are the most basic police officers.

There were only three figures on duty in the dimly lit station. Among them, Naoki Hanyu, an inspector who graduated the previous year, was staring at an eraser on the table in a daze.

Suddenly, a knife hit his head and a crisp rebuke came from behind.

"How dare you, a salary thief, be in a daze, come with me on patrol."

Naoki Hanyu touched his head and looked behind helplessly, only to see a heroic female police officer standing there.

The policewoman was in her 20s, with long black shiny hair tied into a high ponytail, willow-like eyebrows, clear eyes like autumn water, and soft facial features full of maternal radiance.

This tall female police officer is the instructor of the police station, Seiko Akimoto.

Although she looks like a big star, she is cold and sad, yet gentle and generous. However, she has a very dark personality and her behavior can be described as cruel, especially she doesn't like children.

The policeman doesn't like children, so it's probably going to be difficult for this woman to get married.

Naoki Hanyu spread his hands.

"Director Akimoto, please don't talk nonsense. I'm just thinking about how to protect the safety of the people. Also, now is not my patrol time. Where is the newcomer Mai? I hope she won't be lazy."

"She wasn't feeling well today, so I asked her to go to the back to rest."

Naoki Hanyu's face immediately tightened. He had only been in the industry for less than a month and he already knew how to find excuses to take a break. How enviable and disappointing.

“I can be uncomfortable.”

Akimoto Seiko gave a dangerous smile.

"Are your relatives here too, Mr. Hanyu Naoki?"

"of course not."

Naoki Hanyu swallowed the words he wanted to admit. If possible, he really didn't want to go on patrol with this lousy senior. It would be much better to partner with a newcomer, who would give orders and actually go buy drinks if asked to do so.

Although the relationship between seniors and juniors in this country is not as bad as in South Korea, it is still really amazing.

Akimoto Seiko shook her head.

"You are almost ready to be promoted to Patrol Chief. If you don't work harder, you will be demoted. Meet at the police car in 5 minutes."

"understood."

Naoki Hanyu began to equip himself with patrol tools, an M60 revolver with a caliber of 0.38, 5 rounds of ammunition, and an optimal range of 50 meters.

Black stab-proof vest, multi-functional belt, handcuffs, batons, walkie-talkies, etc.

It has been a year since I was reborn as Hanyu Naoki, and I still blame my previous life for his choice. Why did he have to be a non-professional policeman? I am so unlucky.

The police in Neon are divided into nine ranks, namely the lowest level ninth-grade patrolman, patrol chief, deputy inspector, inspector, superintendent, senior superintendent, chief superintendent, superintendent inspector, and superintendent general.

Among them, patrol officer, patrol chief, deputy inspector, inspector, and superintendent are local civil servants, and only superintendent and above are national civil servants. Of course, there are individual cases that are different.

In fact, there is a patrol chief between patrol officers and patrol ministers, but that is not a formal police rank. It can only be regarded as a consolation prize for those old guys who have been patrolling for 10 years and have no hope of promotion. The industry calls it a consolation prize for the unlucky ones.

After all, after working as a policeman for 10 years and not even being promoted to the next level, there is probably no hope for the future.

In addition, the police system recruits people through three channels: professional group, semi-professional group, and non-professional group.

The so-called non-professional group consists of people who take the local civil service exam to enter the police system. After graduating from the police academy, they start from the most basic patrol positions, going out on patrol in wind and rain every day, doing some trivial things.

Issue tickets, guide traffic, and point directions. If you can catch the thief, it is already a good achievement.

If a non-professional patrol officer wants to be promoted to patrol chief, it depends on his education level. A university graduate needs to have worked in the field for at least 1 year, a junior college for at least 3 years, and a high school graduate for at least 4 years. Similarly, if you want to be promoted to the fourth level of police chief, a person with outstanding ability will probably have to be over 40 years old to reach that level.

There is an unspoken consensus in the police system that non-professional police officers can only make it to the fifth-level police inspector in their lifetime. Unless they have made some earth-shattering achievements, it is impossible for them to move up to the next level.

The semi-professional group consists of people who have passed the country's second-category civil service examination. They start out as patrol chiefs and after one year of field retraining they can be promoted to police sergeant. The speed and opportunities for promotion are one to two times that of the non-professional group.

The most important is the professional group, also known as the elite group. Generally, only people with highly educated people are eligible to apply.

The annual first-level civil servant examination admission rate is 1%, and you can't just pass the exam. When you graduate from the police academy, you will be a police lieutenant, and after year of field work, you will become a police lieutenant.

The top levels of the entire police system are all professional and semi-professional groups. Compared with them, the non-professional groups can be described as cattle and horses.

The salary of low-level police officers in Tokyo is not much, but they have to work overtime seven times that of ordinary office workers. There are many rules. For example, they are not allowed to speak loudly while on duty, and they have to provide friendly and smiling service, otherwise they will be complained. Compared with the police in America, it is really terrible.

If it weren't for the fact that Gold Finger is very suitable for this job, Naoki Hanyu would have quit long ago.

The police car patrolled a circle and stopped at the side of the commercial street. Hanyu Naoki followed Akimoto Seiko into the patrol. There were several nightclubs, hostesses, and izakayas nearby, which were a mix of black and white people, and it was a key patrol area.

Soon, they encountered the second in command of the local underworld, who was wearing a suit and leading a group of younger brothers. Because of the reporting reasons, the underworld and the police just looked at each other coldly.

They are old acquaintances. Hanyu Naoki, a new policeman who has been in the police force for a year, is disliked by the second-in-command of the underworld. Newcomers just don't understand certain unspoken rules.

"Bah, damn salary thief."

"Bah, the dregs of society."

"Well, leave them alone."

Akimoto Seiko pulled her partner. The hot-tempered male police officer would have verbal conflicts with the gangsters from time to time. In her opinion, it was like two hippos in estrus bluffing, but it was really fun to watch.

The two of them continued walking along without any incident, and Hanyu Naoki suddenly asked.

"Director Akimoto, when will you be transferred back to the Criminal Division? It would be a waste of your abilities to keep them in the police station."

Akimoto Seiko asked with a smile. "Do you really want me to leave?"

"I'm just concerned about you. I'm worried that those bugs up there will bury your talent. They're a bunch of self-righteous guys."

Akimoto Seiko turned her head expressionlessly and looked at her partner.

"At least they won't let the juniors buy you drinks at their own expense."

"LOL, really."

It's not generous of you to care about trivial matters.

In fact, Hanyu Naoki had heard some rumors a long time ago that Akimoto Seiko seemed to have offended someone and made some minor mistakes, so she was transferred from the third department of the Criminal Division to the police station.

Although it was a lateral transfer in terms of position, Beijing officials and local officials are not on the same level. It seems that the guy this woman offended is of a high status.

At this moment, Akimoto Seiko suddenly indicated that something was happening ahead. A tall black man was seen arguing with a middle-aged office worker. The middle-aged man was dragged towards the dark alley even though he kept refusing.

"Black people with strong bodies, be careful."

"kindness."

With a height of nearly 1.9 meters and a muscular body, he can indeed be described as "strong".

The two men trotted forward to stop them.

"Sir, please let go."

The black man finally let go when faced with police obstruction. The middle-aged man felt relieved and immediately recounted what had just happened.

"I was just going home from get off work, and this person suddenly pulled me aside and said he had something fun to introduce to me, and he wouldn't let go no matter how hard I tried to refuse."

Naoki Hanyu and Seiko Akimoto looked at each other and roughly guessed the black man's purpose. If they were not mistaken, it should be pimping, right?
They use a tough attitude to lure seemingly "weak" customers into the store to spend money, and then charge them a large sum of money. Most victims will just think they are unlucky.

Just like the barber shop in Hangzhou in the previous life.

Akimoto Seiko asked with a smile.

"Sir, could you please show me your ID?"

The black man refused to hear this.

"I just want to be friends with him. Why do you ask me to show my ID? How have I broken any law?"

Akimoto Seiko continued to explain with a smile.

"Sir, you and this gentleman were in a physical altercation, and I have the right to ask you to provide identification."

The black man became even more excited after hearing this, and he started to yell and spit out saliva, causing Hanyu Naoki and the other man to step back in disgust.

"You are discriminating against me because I am black and easy to bully. I want to file a complaint against you. There should be no racial discrimination in the world."

As the black man yelled loudly, many people around began to pay attention to this side, and some even started recording. The Japanese police being humiliated was already a common occurrence in the eyes of the public, and it was just right to be used as a joke.

Akimoto Seiko realized that the other party was a difficult guy.

"Sir, please calm down. Do you live nearby? Please tell me your name."

"I refuse, bitch. If I ask you what your name is, will you tell me?"

Akimoto Seiko's smile revealed a dangerous meaning, and she even called her a stinky bitch.

"According to the Immigration Control and Refugee Recognition Act, foreigners are obliged to show their residence cards, otherwise I have reason to suspect that you are an illegal stayer."

"Ha, you stinky bitch, what are you talking about? I was born and raised in Japan. Is this how you damn salary thieves treat your masters, you bastards?"

The cursing became louder and louder, even very ugly, and more and more people gathered around.

Hanyu Naoki sighed and held the black man's shoulder with one hand. These N-words are troublesome. When they are angry, they lose their rationality. If they are caught by the black-bellied woman, they should surrender early. They are still biting here. He will not indulge these blacks. After all, the farm is the best place for them.

"Sir, please calm down."

"Don't touch me, the police are using violence."

The black man slapped Hanyu Naoki's hand away, and his burly body danced even more. His acting was so bad that many people frowned.

Naoki Hanyu took two steps back to prove that he did not enforce the law by force, then pointed at the bulge on the opponent's waist and asked.

"Sir, what is that bulge around your waist? I strongly suspect you are hiding a weapon. Please cooperate."

Waist, weapon?
The black man instinctively picked up the thing at his waist. He remembered that he didn't bring any weapon when he went out. When the black pistol appeared in everyone's sight, everyone was stunned.

Seeing that the black man had pulled out his pistol, Seiko Akimoto immediately unholstered the gun and shouted loudly.

"The other party has weapons."

The black man panicked instantly. He thought he had remembered it wrong, so he had to escape.

Before the black man could take any action, three gunshots instantly broke the lively atmosphere.

"bang bang bang"

Gunshots rang out continuously, scaring some people so much that they held their heads and screamed.

After a while, someone could tell that the gunshot was not from the black man's pistol, but from Hanyu Naoki's service gun, with gun smoke still lingering on the muzzle. The black man with the gun had already collapsed to the ground a few meters away, with three tiny bullet holes on his body and blood gushing out of his mouth, staining his face red.

'I can't breathe'

　Signed, please feel free to eat
　　
　
(End of this chapter)