Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 472 - 221: JMB

"This is indeed a solution!"

Wu Kang instinctively picked up the conversation, "What you’re talking about doesn’t fall under the category of controlled weapons, yet their ability for self-defense is not inferior to that of knives, and they’re relatively easier to obtain."

"You’re really sharp!"

Gao Bo’s eyes lit up, but they quickly filled with anger, "But these Japanese Yakuza are just too arrogant, openly kidnapping, attacking with knives. I say they deserve a lesson. Just buy a chainsaw, and once it’s started, even if the yakuza come down with a van of people, whether they’re thugs or ninjas, as long as they don’t have guns, you can make them come to their senses! Also, get a compound bow to extend your long-range capabilities!"

"No way, a chainsaw is too big and not convenient to carry around, and its purpose is too obvious."

Gu Ji shook his head, "A compound bow won’t work either. In 2020, Japan just submitted amendments to the ’Sword and Gun Law’, including crossbows within legal restrictions, requiring a permit for use, limited to sporting events and animal anesthesia."

"Then can I at least get a fire axe?"

"That should be possible."

Mentioning the fire axe, Gu Ji thought of Wa Xueming, wondering how much information on the Yijuan Association and Liangben that guy had uncovered by now.

Though the Japanese Yakuza’s influence is vast,

being able to casually eliminate a core member of an extremist terrorist group takes real guts!

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is located in the Chiyoda District. It’s a white building over a dozen stories high, complete with a radar signal tower, and thanks to Japan’s cultural exports through anime, Gu Ji and the others aren’t strangers to this building.

It parallels the provincial Public Security Department and the National Security Bureau domestically.

Thus, the building has many departments, ranging from intelligence, police affairs, traffic, public security, criminal investigations, to police guard similar to special police.

Due to the legalization of the Japanese Yakuza, the Police Headquarters has a dedicated public security division for investigating extreme Yakuza, rebellions, and espionage. The Fusong Gang case was transferred to the Public Security First Division.

Therefore, Jingshang Gaoming used this as a reason, saying there was no way to smooth relations and allow Shi Zhengmin and the others to listen in on the interrogation, but they could borrow the records.

Reluctantly, Zeng Dan could only settle for the second best, listening in on the Liangben’s kidnapping and murder case.

And the moment Gu Ji entered the Police Headquarters and started making a record,

a new game mission appeared before his eyes.

[New objective: Attend the funeral of the sixth generation president of the Yijuan Association until it ends.]

Gu Ji raised his eyebrow.

With the game’s difficulty settings, this funeral is unlikely to be as ordinary as it seems on the surface. Looks like preparations must be made in advance!

By the time everything was done, it was already four in the afternoon.

Gu Ji and the others left the Police Headquarters, took a car back to the embassy, and found a fully soundproof meeting room, while Lang Shaobo went to report today’s events to Hao Tongxi.

Once the door was closed and back in their domain, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and could speak freely.

For an embassy holding significant diplomatic materials, a secret meeting room is a must.

The walls here are filled with lots of soundproof cotton and are equipped with anti-eavesdropping and signal-blocking devices.

Chen Zhiyu pulled down all the blinds, turned on the lights, and could no longer suppress his inner anger, couldn’t help complaining, "Mr. Shi, Mrs. Zeng, the Japan Police Department clearly doesn’t want us to investigate thoroughly, deliberately not letting us participate in the Fusong Gang leader’s interrogation. That murdered university professor definitely has issues!"

"I know he’s not simple. For now, we can only wait for the records from the Public Security First Division."

"The records can be arbitrarily deleted or altered. What we get in the end is only what the Police Headquarters wants us to see."

Unlike Shi Zhengmin, Zeng Dan was not optimistic about this.

Gao Bo and Wu Kang stood side by side, like newly hatched chicks, both curious and scared, wanting to know what exactly Chen Zhiyu’s National Security Special Service was investigating, yet fearing they’d hear something they shouldn’t, affecting their work.

For a moment.

The meeting room was enveloped in a brief silence.

Chen Zhiyu couldn’t help but glance at Gu Ji. They hadn’t seen each other for over a month, and during the day, because of the people around them, they couldn’t have any additional exchanges. Now they could finally take a good look at this guy.

Over time, he seemed to have become a bit more robust?

Seeing Gu Ji repeatedly fiddling with something inside his clothes and eventually taking out a phone with a bright screen, Chen Zhiyu reminded him, "This secret meeting room has signal blocking, phones won’t have any signal."

"This phone belonged to that university professor."

"Oh... what!?"

Chen Zhiyu instinctively picked up the thread, but suddenly sensed something was off, staring wide-eyed at Gu Ji’s face with an expression of utter disbelief.

Beside him, Gao Bo swallowed hard two, three times, as if his throat had gone dry, dumbfounded.

Even veteran special agents like Shi Zhengmin and Zeng Dan were taken aback.

For a moment, as if the air stood still, it was Zeng Dan who first stepped forward, extending his hand for the phone, trembling with excitement, "Are you sure this is the phone of the murdered university professor?"

"I’m sure, I found it in a hidden pocket inside his coat."

Gu Ji answered truthfully.

Shi Zhengmin and Chen Zhiyu immediately gathered around, the three of them looking at the screen like university dorm mates gawking at some jaw-dropping gossip, carefully scrolling through the contents.

Wu Kang couldn’t help but quietly ask,

"You searched the body and didn’t hand over the evidence, isn’t that against the rules?"

"Rules or not? I just came to Japan and ran into the Yakuza, I got nervous, can I be excused?"