I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 58 and 059: The Last Yakuza

"Ten minutes? No way, five minutes, I'll give your police station five minutes!"

The head of the Chengzhi Group was engaged in heated bargaining on the phone:

"You have to get there within five minutes, or I'll call the Narcotics Control Division of the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare, and the Drugs and Firearms Countermeasures Division of the Organized Crime Control Department of the Metropolitan Police Department! Let me tell you, there are plenty of people who want this credit! If you don't arrest me, plenty of others will come and arrest me."

"Hmm, hmm, almost there? That's right!"

The leader of the Seiji group put down the microphone with a look of excitement and said to Ai Hiroshi Iijima:

"Iijima, the Minami-Kasai Police Station said they'll be there in five minutes! What should we do next?"

Aihiro Iijima stared at him in shock, feeling a surge of absurdity and intense shame.

A dignified gangster, facing a life-or-death crisis, actually chooses to ask the cops for help!?

Having experienced the yakuza's heyday, Ai Hiroshi Iijima still remembers how glorious and arrogant they were back then, even the Metropolitan Police Department had to be wary of them. Now, the yakuza not only rely on the Metropolitan Police Department and grovel before them, but they even shamelessly beg the police for help.

Do they even have a shred of self-respect as yakuza? Just how depraved are these yakuza groups these days?!

He barely suppressed his anger, his throat dry as he said:

"Team leader, get the gun out of the safe! We must hold our ground until the cops arrive."

"Gun? Where are there any guns left?"

The leader of the Seiji group said with a look of utter despair:

"Our Sei-no-gumi is a new-era yakuza group that commits high-IQ crimes, and we don't need to fight or kill to seize territory. Times have changed. If the Metropolitan Police Department finds us in possession of firearms, it's more troublesome than finding stimulants..."

Aihiro Iijima's old face twitched, and veins bulged on his wrinkled forehead. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he swung his old arm and punched the leader of the Seiji Group to the ground!

"If you can't even use a gun, do you even deserve to be a Yakuza!"

"Iijima, you old dog, how dare you defy your superiors?"

The leader of the Seiji group collapsed to the ground, covering his cheek, and shouted angrily in embarrassment:

"Have you forgotten who took you in, you old codger? If it weren't for my father's sake, I wouldn't have..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped as if he had been choked, because Aihiro Iijima pulled a revolver out of his inner lining!

The leader of the Seiji Group exclaimed incredulously, "Iijima, you actually have a gun? The Sumiyoshi-kai has repeatedly issued orders prohibiting lower-level families from owning firearms, and you've defied those orders!"

Aihiro Iijima expertly loaded his revolver, released the safety, turned the muzzle towards the leader of the Seiji Group, and coldly uttered a few words:

"Shut up, you coward!"

The leader of the Chengzhi Group immediately covered his head like a quail and remained silent.

Aihiro Iijima looked around, took down a beautifully sheathed samurai sword that was hanging in his office as an ornament from the wall, drew it, nodded as he looked at the sharpened blade, and placed it aside.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Team leader, open the door!"

"It's coming up, it's coming up! No, no!"

At this moment, the team members who were blocked outside the door and had been banging on the door started screaming in panic, followed by a series of rapid screams, which subsided in an instant.

It was quiet outside the door, as if nothing had happened.

"A monster! A monster is coming! Metropolitan Police Department, haven't the police from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived yet?"

The leader of the Seiji group had a distorted face full of fear. He sat on the ground and kicked his legs repeatedly until he had nowhere left to retreat and crashed into the wall.

"Get out of the way and stop getting in my way!"

Aihiro Iijima frowned. In the fleeting screams just now, he recognized one of them as one of the blond thugs he had brought. Now that the noise at the door had stopped, it meant that the monster had also arrived at the door.

Although the door to the third-floor office could withstand the impact of several adult men, he had no idea whether it could stop a monster.

Bang! The office door was flung open, and the blue-haired monster with a shark face swaggered into the doorway.

Aihiro Iijima, who had been holding a gun pointed at the door, immediately pulled the trigger!

Pfft, the first bullet was a dud.

This old, broken gun actually failed him at the crucial moment. Iijima Aihiro's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly. He fired repeatedly, emptying all the bullets in the magazine.

Bullets were fired one after another, hitting three targets at this distance, but the bullets only made the shark-faced monster lean back.

After straightening up, the shark-faced monster was not only unharmed, but even the robe it wore was not torn.

"Bullets are ineffective against monsters? Well, that makes sense."

The shark-faced monster grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp shark teeth, and sneered:

"A gun? These little toys of humans are really interesting."

To Aihiro Iijima's surprise, the shark-faced monster raised its right hand, extended a finger as if making a gun with its hand, and pointed it at him from five meters away.

"puff!"

Before Aihiro Iijima could even see what happened, he let out a muffled groan and was shot to the ground.

Cough, cough, cough, Aihiro Iijima coughed up blood repeatedly while lying on the ground, then grabbed the samurai sword on the ground and struggled to stand up for support.

"You can still stand up. It seems my imitation of the Water Gun Technique is still not up to par. Its power is not as good as the original, nor as good as a real pistol." Kisame Hoshigaki's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Aihiro Iijima, leaning on his katana, was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Kisame Hoshigaki.

He ripped off his shirt, revealing his gaunt, flabby upper body and the demon tattoo on his back.

Although he was a Yakuza, this identity was something that Aihiro Iijima was proud of!

Yakuza means trash. Etymologically, it originates from a Japanese bridge game similar to blackjack. At the start of the game, players receive two cards and have the right to draw again. The winner is determined by the last digit of the sum of the three cards, with 9 being the highest and 0 the lowest.

At the start of the game, you get two cards, 8 and 9, with the last two digits being 7, which already gives you a high chance of winning. If you get 1 and 2 as your third card, it's practically a guaranteed win. Then, the third card is revealed to be a 3!

Eight ya, nine ku, three za, add up to zero (yakuza), anyone would break down and curse yakuza as useless trash!

However, Aihiro Iijima did not think that the Yakuza were garbage or waste; on the contrary, he believed that the Yakuza were a necessary evil.

After the Meiji Restoration, the samurai class was abolished, and some samurai ronin who lost their livelihoods gathered in groups of three or five to form gangs in order to survive, which was the prototype of the modern Japanese Yakuza.

In the postwar period, as a defeated nation, Japan's armed forces were disbanded, its economy collapsed, and social order was chaotic. During this special period, the Japanese government had to rely on civilian forces to stabilize its rule, and yakuza groups took this opportunity to flourish.

Even in the decades that followed, when the economy developed and social order was relatively stable, the Yakuza still had a reason to exist.

The gray industry is there. Even without the local Yakuza, gangs from the Korean Peninsula and Russia would get involved. Yakuza is the first line of defense against these foreign gangs!

But now the Yakuza have degenerated to the point where they only care about money and fawn over the cops, completely forgetting their responsibilities, which pains him deeply.

Perhaps, this country only has his last true Yakuza left.

Since that's the case, he will fight like the Yakuza.

Fighting monsters is no different from fighting foreign gangs; both are about protecting the country.

Aihiro Iijima shakily steadied himself and drew his sword.

During the previous struggle, the prosthetic finger on the base of his right little finger had come off, and his dominant hand with only four fingers could not grip the hilt tightly, so he simply gripped the katana with both hands and raised it above his head.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Aihiro Iijima's cloudy eyes began to swell and turn bloodshot, and he roared and charged at the monster.

A powerful and heavy Tang bamboo strike, a straight slash, pierced Kisame Hoshigaki's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)