Chapter 330 The Moat of Poker
When Masato Fujiwara was at Mr. Iwaji's house, the family was happily drinking sake and eating side dishes.
On the street opposite the old man's house, a black German car was parked on the side of the road. Two plainclothes policewomen were sitting inside, drinking mineral water and gnawing on hard bread.
Not only that, there were two stiff-looking men sitting on public seats beside the plainclothes car, their eyes fixed on the car.
This made the young short-haired policewoman sitting in the passenger seat particularly dissatisfied.
"Senior, why are we here to protect the leader of a criminal organization!
A lot of things have happened in Tokyo recently, and many foreigners and innocent people have died. This is all because this organization has caused trouble in other parts of the world, causing many foreign killers and gang members to come to Tokyo to seek revenge on him.
I think the police department should attack decisively, arrest this criminal leader, destroy and eliminate the poker organization..."
Sitting in the driver's seat, Iwapan Mayumi, who was eating fried noodles and bread, turned to look at her junior who kept complaining.
Even though she knew that she had just left the police academy not long ago and could not endure hardship, and it was normal for her to complain non-stop now, Mayumi Iwabe still couldn't bear it.
You must know that this tracking and protection task was issued by the top boss. At the same time, Mayumi Iwabe fought hard to get it from many competitors.
If you mess up this task, it won't be a trivial matter that you can get over with three drinks.
Therefore, Mayumi Iwapan yelled at the young junior immediately, scolding the latter bloody.
Faced with the scolding from her senior police officer, the beautiful short-haired policewoman did not dare to have any unnecessary reaction other than lowering her head to admit her mistake.
In the Japanese workplace where seniority is important, if a female police officer dares to refute even a single sentence, she will be ostracized by all her colleagues around her, and her immediate boss will give her little shoes to wear.
Mayumi Iwapan scolded her partner for more than ten minutes, until she was thirsty, and then she stopped. Upon seeing this, the short-haired policewoman quickly took out the mineral water she had not drunk yet and moistened her senior's mouth.
Don't think that the interaction between Mayumi Iwabe and her juniors is bullying. In the eyes of other normal Japanese people, this is the normal teaching of seniors to their juniors.
After drinking some water, Mayumi Iwapan also calmed down.
"Don't think we are protecting the leader of a criminal gang. In fact, we are protecting a successful entrepreneur who has made great contributions to Japan's economy and charity."
"Ah!?"
The short-haired policewoman was stunned. She had some doubts that the person she heard in the mission briefing was not the one she was currently monitoring. She quickly took out her phone and took a look at the meeting contents written in the memo.
That's right, Masato Fujiwara in the room is indeed a leader of the criminal organization Poker. Why is it different what Mayumi Iwabe said?
Mayumi Iwabe looked at the short-haired junior's behavior and could guess what she was thinking.
"In this society, people have many identities. This is the case with Masato Fujiwara. Although he is the leader of a criminal organization secretly, on the surface he is indeed a successful entrepreneur.
In the Tokyo metropolitan area, the companies under his command directly employ at least 50,000 workers and white-collar workers, and there are at least two dozen factories below the industrial chain.
Therefore, there are countless workers and family members who indirectly benefit from receiving wages. Moreover, the companies under Fujiwara Masato never evade taxes and provide a large amount of tax revenue to the Tokyo government every year.
If something happens to this entrepreneur, the workers, the families behind him, and the Tokyo government's tax revenue will all be affected. Who can bear the responsibility? ”
The short-haired policewoman's eyes widened. Is this Fujiwara Masato so influential?
If it is indeed what Iwabe Mayumi-senpai said, then Fujiwara Masato is really a big shot who can't get into trouble.
The short-haired policewoman is an ordinary person, and her parents, brothers and sisters behind her all need to go to work.
Japan's current economic downturn means that the situation in Tokyo has improved a bit in the past two years, and there are more job opportunities than in other places.
If, as the senior said, this was all caused by Masato Fujiwara, if something happened to him, his family would also lose their jobs.
"Senior, you taught me a good lesson. This protection task is very important. I should not be negligent."
The junior's obedient admission of mistakes satisfied Mayumi Iwapan's desire to preach, and she continued.
"In addition to the positive social impact, there are many factors that determine that nothing will happen to him, such as the poker organization you just mentioned."
The short-haired policewoman quickly pretended to be attentive, so that Mayumi Iwabe would continue to be interested in telling her some confidential things.
"If I tell you a few short stories, you will know the seriousness of some things.
In Tokyo, there is a middle-aged man named Dayong who is a Yakuza member. His loyalty is recognized by other Yakuza members. Then because of a case, he was arrested by the police and imprisoned.
Dayong was only released from prison a year ago, and then Dayong found out that his wife and daughter were dead. He didn't know why they died, but judging from the reactions of the previous members of the group, he was sure that their deaths were not normal.
The angry Dayong wanted revenge, but he didn't know who to swing the katana in his hand. He was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide.
At this time, people from the poker organization found Dayong and told him that as long as you owe the organization a debt of gratitude, we can help you find your enemies and let you kill them with your own hands.
Dayong agreed, and soon the poker players found and captured the team leader and a Tokyo rich man who raped and killed Dayong's beautiful wife and daughter.
After learning the truth, Dayong chopped these people into pieces bit by bit with a samurai sword. From then on, Dayong owed Poker a debt that may require him to repay with his life. ”
The short-haired policewoman may not be very smart, but isn't Dayong in this story a dead soldier of the poker organization now?
Mayumi Iwabe continued.
"People like Dayong have benefited at least two hundred people from the poker organization's persistent charity actions."
"So many!?"
The short-haired policewoman's eyes widened and she screamed in disbelief.
"Is this true?"
"The secret investigation report of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department shows that this number is only a lot higher."
The short-haired policewoman swallowed in awe.
"Do you know Tokyo Nakasaki Love Express?"
"Know."
The short-haired policewoman nodded and said.
"This is a charity organization dedicated to helping poor groups and distributing medicine, food, and clothes free of charge. If women who come to Tokyo to work have not found a job or have a place to live for the time being, they can stay in a hotel run by it for free. .”
In fact, the short-haired policewoman was a little embarrassed to say that the reason why she knew so much about this charity organization called "Nakasaki Love Express" was because when she was still in the police academy, the family was a little bit troubled.
When the whole family was hungry, the street workers of Zhongqi Love Express realized the plight of the family of a short-haired policewoman when they went door-to-door to distribute leaflets.
Then these staff remained calm at the time, but later sent several care packages filled with food and simple medicines, thus allowing the family to survive the difficult days and prevent people from starving to death.
Nakasaki Love Express Company is very considerate. They know very well that Japanese people care about face. Not only do the love packages they send look like ordinary express boxes, there are no words such as "love" or "charity".
Even the delivery staff wore courier clothes and drove a courier truck to deliver the goods. In this way, even if the recipient's neighbors saw it, they would think it was an ordinary courier incident.
Instead of thinking that this is a short-haired policewoman and her family accepting help from charities because of poverty.
The Japanese are so awkward. Even if they are poor, their neighbors know that they are poor, and they can hardly bring themselves to blame. They also feel that the family ugliness cannot be publicized... The Japanese have a somewhat different definition of family ugliness.
What this means is that even if your whole family is about to starve to death, you should not let others know that you have accepted help from a charity organization and add a burden to society.
If you want to starve to death, then die quietly at home. Don't die in front of your home or on the street outside. This is not decent and will cause trouble to others.
The Japanese are so awkward. When death is imminent, they have to be careful not to trouble other people.
The short-haired policewoman has a good impression of Nakazaki Love Express Company because of things like this.
"And such a company is run by the cadres of the poker organization."
Mayumi Iwapan said directly.
"Ah, really?"
The short-haired policewoman was in disbelief, but she knew very well that her senior had no need to deceive her about this matter.
However, it is really unbelievable that a criminal organization is doing charity.
The Yakuza groups in Japan do charity because they need a skin to protect themselves and deceive ignorant civilians to improve their senses.
As an existence hidden in the dark side of society, the poker organization needs such a reputation?
Yes, but not very much.
Minako Nakazaki opened such a charity company. In addition to being able to reduce some of the hotel's taxes, the main purpose was to use it to select poor women and men who were suitable to join her.
A person who has nothing is terrible, but a man who is seriously ill and about to die and has a family to support is even more terrible.
As long as Minako Nakazaki is willing, she can spend a certain amount of resources to find such an individual, and let such a person do things for her by promising to provide pensions to their family members.
When a responsible man who can only live for a year and a half learns that he only needs to assassinate the Prime Minister of Japan in exchange for money that can support his family for the rest of his life, what do you think he will do?
Moreover, doing charity does not cost much for Minako Nakazaki.
The food is all on expiration date, and the ally next door is the agricultural giant of Chiba Prefecture, not to mention the medicine. We have our own medicine company, and the things can be taken away at cost price.
The biggest cost is the location of the charity company, but this does not seem to be a big problem for the violent Nakazaki Minako. Moreover, in Tokyo, a place where land is precious, it is difficult to lose money investing in real estate.
Therefore, from any point of view, opening a Nakazaki Love Express Company is a profitable business for Nakazaki Minako and will not cause losses.
The poker organization has developed to this point and has become an invisible giant group in Tokyo. The Japanese government cannot ignore its influence.
This is also the reason why Mayumi Iwapan and the short-haired policewoman appear here now. Their existence is to show Masato Fujiwara the attitude of the Tokyo police.
Even in order not to be misunderstood, when selecting police officers, the Tokyo Police Department did not dare to let male police officers come. Instead, they chose two young, beautiful, and capable female police officers.
Believe it or not, even if Masato Fujiwara rushes out and forces the two of them to sleep now, not only will the two of them cooperate, but the Tokyo Police Department will also applaud with a shy face and will never say that this is a crime.
The Japanese worship the strong, and the strong have the right to freedom.
After some exchanges, the short-haired policewoman no longer had any resistance, and the cold fried noodles bread and mineral water in her hands became drinkable.
This task is indeed very important, and you shouldn't keep complaining just for a little bit of food.
If a big entrepreneur like Masato Fujiwara has a problem, is injured, or dies, then the entire Tokyo will experience an economic earthquake.
Many people will lose their jobs, live on the streets, or even starve to death at home.
Just after the short-haired policewoman gathered her energy and took her job with the most serious attitude, she began to observe everything attentively.
Then during the observation, the short-haired policewoman felt that the car behind the car was a bit suspicious. It had been parked here without moving for more than ten minutes, and there were people in the car.
The short-haired policewoman immediately reported the situation to Mayumi Iwabe, who took it very seriously, and she immediately opened the door and got out of the car.
Under the watchful eyes of two armed bodyguards, the policewoman with short hair ran to the suspicious car.
When Mayumi Iwabe saw the opaque film on the car's window, she immediately became vigilant, and she immediately put her hands on her waist.
The short-haired policewoman was also very vigilant. When she saw her senior's actions, she nervously put her hand into her little suit, opened the holster under her ribs, grabbed the handle of the pistol inside, and at the same time held on to the hood, holding her body Press down.
"Dong dong dong... lower the windows!"
The actions of the two policewomen outside the car window made the people in the car become nervous. The car window rolled down, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses smiled flatteringly at them.
"Don't be nervous, I'm a reporter, a reporter from TV Tokyo."
"Get off the car and take out your ID!"
"Who are you..."
"We are the police, please stop talking nonsense and get out of the car!!!
You won’t get off the car, right? ? ”
"No, don't shoot, I'll come down right away!"
(End of chapter)