Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister-Chapter 749 - 611: Executing the Senator, Group Photo of the Crime Syndicate

Chapter 749: Chapter 611: Executing the Senator, Group Photo of the Crime Syndicate

No way, did you actually kill?

That’s a senator, not just some random Joe.

"Heh heh— heh heh heh—"

Oda Hidehiko was still breathing, his chest heaving violently, looking up at Aoyama Xiu Xin in terror, eyes full of shock and defiance. Only now did he truly feel fear, pleading timidly: "No... don’t, I beg... please..."

If he had known earlier that Aoyama Xiu Xin was a madman.

He definitely wouldn’t have dared to provoke him just now.

"Bang!" Aoyama Xiu Xin remained silent, expressionless, lifting the chair again and again and smashing it down over his head. Blood splattered everywhere, the stains blossoming like plum flowers on his white shirt.

Only after Oda Hidehiko’s face was completely disfigured and he had finally died did Aoyama Xiu Xin put down the chair, exhale, and wipe the blood and sweat from his face.

"This senator’s blood is no different from that of a street thug, after all. It’s all red, all bloody."

He slowly took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag, looking at the pale, trembling Tangong Huizi beside him, his tone calm: "If he had already contacted Hatanaka Zizi, then he could live. But since he hasn’t, today he must die."

"Wh... why?" Tangong Huizi’s mind had ceased to function, she asked dryly, watching the brutal death of a senator, a major figure in Japanese politics, shocked to the core.

Aoyama Xiu Xin flicked off the ash, casually explaining: "If we let him go, he would definitely tell Hatanaka Zizi about your collaboration with my godfather. It’s taboo for national officials to receive foreign money. With Oda Hidehiko’s help, Hatanaka Zizi would certainly use your bribing of numerous national parliament members against my godfather, branding him as a puppet backed by South Korea. Once public opinion spirals, it would be detrimental to my godfather."

The key is, people like Oda Hidehiko were indeed nurtured by South Koreans, and Yanchuan Shilang indeed intends to collaborate with them, so this matter cannot be exposed, or it will inevitably cause a huge uproar.

Tangong Huizi understood, but now a senator is dead! "What do we do next? A senator is dead, there’s no way he’d just die in vain."

"He certainly won’t die in vain." Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at Oda Hidehiko’s corpse, his eyes narrowing slightly as he smoked, saying, "His death must hold some strategic value too. The current Prime Minister race is a bit too bland. Let me stir things up. Power gained without bloodshed is unstable."

Moreover, if no blood is spilled between the fighting sides, how can the value of such a blade be realized?

Tangong Huizi wasn’t sure what he intended to achieve with Oda Hidehiko’s death, but at least she sensed he already had a plan, easing her heart slightly.

"Go call those guys soaking in the hot spring over here." Aoyama Xiu Xin instructed her again.

Suddenly her mind became very sluggish, hesitating, "Why? If you call them over, your murder will be exposed!"

"Even if we don’t call them over, do you think they won’t suspect that Oda Hidehiko’s death has something to do with me or you?" Aoyama Xiu Xin retorted, his voice sinister, "Make them accomplices."

"Yes!" Tangong Huizi immediately turned to do as he said.

The truth is, she was a bit afraid of Aoyama Xiu Xin now.

A senator, he kills without a second thought, showing absolutely no reverence to power. She even felt that if Heavenly Locust were involved, Aoyama Xiu Xin would have no qualms about killing him too.

This guy is a traitor at heart!

Once outside, the cold wind chilled her, making her calmer. After all, she wasn’t Japanese; in contrast, she actually had some resentment toward Japanese. The more Japanese Aoyama Xiu Xin kills, the happier she is.

Aoyama Xiu Xin alone with Oda Hidehiko’s corpse, he suddenly realized something: "Indeed, the higher the status, the greater the power, the more exhilarating the kill."

This is a thrill achieved by violently trampling the established rules.

"President Tangong, what’s the secretive good stuff you’re going to show us? We just got out of the hot spring, our bodies aren’t even warmed up yet."

"Yes, hopefully what President Tangong has is worthy of leaving the hot spring and beauties behind."

Ten minutes later, voices could be heard outside the door, footsteps approaching. Bang, Tangong Huizi pushed open the door, followed by a group of people who suddenly fell silent, all dumbfounded.

The room was brightly lit, Aoyama Xiu Xin was covered in blood, dried blood stains on his face, sitting in a chair smoking, while at his feet lay the distorted, gruesome corpse of Oda Hidehiko and a blood-stained chair.

At this moment, they all felt very cold.

Not physically, but cold within.

"Everyone is here." Aoyama Xiu Xin seemed to just notice them, turning with a sneer.

In an instant, everyone shivered.

"Wh... what’s going on here?"

"Who’s killed Oda-kun? Who’s so cruel? Did Mr. Aoyama see the killer?"

In truth, everyone already knew the answer, but had to pretend not to know, each face pale, sweating profusely, voice trembling.

"We killed him." Aoyama Xiu Xin replied.

Once again, everyone fell silent.

After a full half-minute of silence, one finally cautiously stammered: "We... us?"

"Us." Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded seriously.

Everyone’s minds exploded, they understood Aoyama Xiu Xin’s intent, silently cursing themselves for following Tangong Huizi to see her so-called good stuff, for indulging in the hot spring and staying there, for...

"This is everyone’s first time killing someone, why not ask President Tangong to find a camera, let’s take a group photo for posterity." Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a smile.

President Tangong obediently replied: "Yes!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a new wave of terror.

Is this something a person can do?

"Mini... Minister Aoyama, there’s no need for that." Tanben Yifu squeezed out a smile.

Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke concisely and threatening: "The photo must be taken."

No one dared refuse again, all they could do now was comply with Aoyama Xiu Xin. Given that he’s dared to kill Oda Hidehiko, would he hesitate to kill one more? To avoid being silenced, one must become an accomplice.

Everyone feared Aoyama Xiu Xin, because he had already proven by action that he truly did not care about their status, truly dared to kill them.

These important figures, stripped of their aura, were no different from ordinary people; they die if killed.

Minutes later, Tangong Huizi returned with a digital camera saying: "I’ll take it for you."

Clearly, she didn’t want to be in the picture too.

Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t mind her small scheme, knowing the photo’s purpose was merely to intimidate the 14 parliament members present.

"Alright!" Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled, calling everyone, "Come, come, let’s take the photo together. Lift up Oda-kun’s corpse, look at the camera and say ’cheese.’ Why such gloomy faces? Quickly lift the corpse and smile, I want bright smiles."

Everyone feared Aoyama Xiu Xin even more. This man is really, truly lunatic, an unhinged psychopath.

Better do as he said.

Lest, in a fit of thrill, he decides to kill us too.

Under his direct guidance, though unwilling, they still lifted the corpse horizontally, facing the camera like fishermen displaying their catch, smiling with expressions even uglier than crying. Only Aoyama Xiu Xin in the center showed the brightest smile, all shouting in unison: "Cheese."

"Click!"

The sound of the shutter, capturing the moment forever.