Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 330: Poker Moat

When Fujiwara no Masato was at old man Iwaji's house, the family was happily enjoying sake and eating snacks.

On the street opposite the old man's house, a black German car was parked on the side of the road. Inside were two plainclothes female police officers drinking mineral water and eating hard bread.

Not only that, next to the plainclothes police car, there were two men with stern faces sitting on public seats, their eyes fixed on the car.

This made the young short-haired female police officer 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 been causing 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 should act decisively to arrest the criminal leader and destroy the poker organization..."

Mayumi Iwabeta, who was sitting in the driver's seat and eating fried noodles and bread, turned her head to look at her junior who was complaining non-stop.

Even though she knew that she had just left the police academy and could not endure hardship, and it was normal for her to complain all the time, Mayumi Iwabeta still couldn't stand it.

You have to know that this surveillance and protection mission was issued by the top boss, and it was also Mayumi Iwabeta who fought hard for it and got it from many competitors.

If you mess up this task, it's not a small matter that can be forgiven by drinking three glasses of wine as punishment.

Therefore, Mayumi Iwabeta immediately shouted at her young junior, scolding him harshly.

Faced with the scolding from her senior police officer with a higher rank, the pretty short-haired policewoman did not dare to have any extra reaction except bowing her head and admitting her mistake.

In the Japanese workplace where seniority is important, if a female police officer dares to say anything in return, she will be ostracized by all her colleagues and her boss will also make things difficult for her.

Mayumi Iwabeta scolded her partner for more than ten minutes, and only stopped when she felt thirsty. Seeing this, the short-haired policewoman hurriedly took out the bottle of mineral water that she had not yet drunk and gave it to her senior to moisten her mouth.

Don’t think that the interaction between Mayumi Iwabeta and her juniors is bullying. In the eyes of other normal Japanese people, this is normal teaching from seniors to juniors.

After drinking a few sips of water, Mayumi Iwabeta calmed down.

"Don't think we are protecting the head of a criminal gang. In fact, we are protecting a successful entrepreneur who has made great contributions to Japan's economy and charity."

"what!?"

The short-haired policewoman was stunned. She suspected that the person she heard in the mission briefing was not the one she was currently monitoring. She quickly took out her mobile phone and took a few glances at the meeting content written in the memo.

That’s right, Fujiwara Masato in the house is indeed a leader of the criminal organization - Poker. Why does senior Mayumi Iwatabe say something different?

Mayumi Iwabeta could guess what the short-haired junior was thinking by looking at her behavior.

"In this society, people have many identities, and Fujiwara Masato is one of them. Although he is the leader of a criminal organization in secret, he is indeed a successful entrepreneur on the surface.

In the Tokyo area, the companies under his command directly employ at least 50,000 workers and white-collar workers, and there are at least twenty factories under his industrial chain.

As a result, countless workers and their families received wages and benefited indirectly. Moreover, the companies under Fujiwara Masato never evaded taxes and provided a large amount of tax revenue to the Tokyo government every year.

If something happens to this entrepreneur, the workers and their families, as well as the tax revenue of the Tokyo government, will be affected. Who can take responsibility?"

The short-haired policewoman widened her eyes. Is this Fujiwara Masato so influential?
If it is true as Mayumi Iwabeta-senpai said, then Fujiwara Masato is truly an important figure who cannot afford to get into trouble.

The short-haired policewoman is an ordinary person, and her father, mother, brothers and sisters behind her all need to go to work.

The Japanese economy is currently in recession, but 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 my senior said, this was all caused by Fujiwara Masato, then if something happens to him, his family will also lose their jobs.

"You taught me a good lesson, Senior. This protection mission is very important. I shouldn't be careless."

The junior's obedient admission of mistake satisfied Mayumi Iwabeta's desire to preach, so she continued.

"In addition to the positive social impact, there are many other factors that determine that nothing can happen to him, such as the poker organization you just mentioned."

The short-haired policewoman quickly put on an appearance of listening attentively so that Mayumi Iwabeta would continue to be interested in telling her some confidential matters.

“I’ll tell you a few stories so you can understand the seriousness of some things.

In Tokyo, there was a middle-aged man named Dayong who was a member of the Yakuza. His loyalty was recognized by other Yakuza members. Then because of a case, he was arrested by the police and put in jail.

Dayong was released from prison just a year ago, and then he discovered that his wife and daughter were dead. He didn't know why they died, but judging from the reactions of his former group members, he was sure that their deaths were not normal.

The angry Dayong wanted revenge, but he didn't know who to swing the samurai sword at. At one point 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 he owed the organization a favor, they would help him find his enemies and let him kill them with his own hands.

Dayong agreed, and soon the poker players found and arrested the team leader and a Tokyo tycoon who raped and killed Dayong's beautiful wife and daughter.

Dayong, who learned the truth, chopped these people into pulp bit by bit with his samurai sword. From then on, Dayong owed the poker a debt that he might need to repay with his life.

The short-haired policewoman may not be very smart, but isn’t Dayong in this story now a death warrior of the poker organization?
Mayumi Iwabeta continued.

"And people like Dayong have benefited at least two hundred people from the poker organization's persistent charity activities."

"There are so many!?"

The short-haired policewoman widened her eyes and screamed in disbelief.

"is this real?"

"The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's undercover investigation report shows that the number is much higher."

The short-haired policewoman swallowed in awe.

"Do you know Tokyo Nakazaki Love Express?"

"know."

The short-haired policewoman nodded.

"This is a charity dedicated to helping the poor, distributing medicine, food, and clothes for free. If there are women who come to Tokyo to work and have not found a job yet and have no place to live, they can stay in the hotel it manages 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 "Nakazaki Love Express" was because her family was in financial difficulty when she was still in the police academy.

When the whole family was hungry, the street staff of Nakazaki Love Express realized the hardship of the short-haired policewoman's family when they went door to door to distribute flyers.

Then the staff remained calm and sent out several care packages filled with food and simple medicines, which helped the family get through the difficult days and avoided starvation.

Nakazaki Love Express Company is very considerate. They know very well that Japanese people value face, so the love packages they send are not only ordinary courier boxes in appearance, but do not contain any words such as "love" or "charity".

Even the delivery staff wear courier clothes and drive courier vehicles to deliver the goods, so that even if the neighbors of the beneficiaries see it, they will think it is an ordinary delivery incident.

Instead of thinking that the short-haired policewoman and her family accepted help from charity because of poverty.

The Japanese are just like this. Even if they are very poor and their neighbors know that they are very poor and can barely make ends meet, they still think that family disgrace should not be made public... The Japanese have a different definition of family disgrace.

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 charity and added burden to society.

If you are starving to death, just die quietly at home. Don't die at your doorstep or on the street outside. That is not decent and will cause trouble to others.

The Japanese are just that awkward. Even when they are about to die, they still have to be careful not to trouble others.

Because of this incident, the short-haired policewoman has a good impression of Nakazaki Love Express Company.

"And such a company is run by the cadres of the poker organization."

Mayumi Iwabeta said directly.

"Ah, really?"

The short-haired policewoman was a little bit unbelievable, but she knew very well that her predecessor had no reason to deceive her about this matter.

But it is really hard to believe that a criminal organization is doing charity.

Japan's Yakuza groups do charity because they need a skin to protect themselves and deceive ignorant civilians to improve their perception of them.

As an entity hidden in the dark side of society, does the poker organization need such a reputation?
It is necessary, but not too necessary.

In addition to being able to reduce some of the hotel's taxes, Minako Nakazaki's main purpose in opening such a charitable company is to use it to select poor women and men who are suitable to join her team.

A person who has nothing is scary, but a man who is seriously ill and about to die, while having a family to support, is even scarier.

As long as Minako Nakazaki is willing, she can spend a certain amount of resources to find such an individual, and by promising to give their family members compensation, let such a person do things for her.

When a responsible man who only has a year or so to live learns that he only needs to assassinate the Japanese Prime Minister in order to get enough money to support his family for the rest of their lives, what do you think he will do?
Besides, doing charity doesn't cost too much for Minako Nakazaki.

The food is all about to expire. Our neighboring ally is an agricultural giant in Chiba Prefecture. Not to mention the medicines. We have our own pharmaceutical company and can buy the products 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 Minako Nakazaki. Besides, in Tokyo, where every inch of land is valuable, it is difficult to lose money by investing in real estate.

Therefore, from any perspective, opening a Nakazaki Love Express Company is a profitable business for Minako Nakazaki and will not result in losses.

The poker organization has developed to the point where it has become an invisible giant group in Tokyo, and the Japanese government cannot ignore its influence.

This is also the reason why Mayumi Iwabe and the short-haired policewoman appear here. Their presence is to show the attitude of the Tokyo police to Fujiwara Masato.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, the Tokyo Police Department did not even dare to send male police officers when selecting police officers. Instead, it selected two young, beautiful and capable female police officers.

Believe it or not, even if Fujiwara Masato rushed out now and forced the two of them to sleep, not only would the two of them cooperate, the Tokyo Police Department would also applaud with a shameless face and would never say that this was a crime.

The Japanese worship the strong, and the strong have the right to freedom.

After some communication, 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 I shouldn't keep complaining just for a little appetite.

If a big entrepreneur like Fujiwara Masato had problems, was injured, or died, the whole of Tokyo would experience an economic earthquake.

Many people will lose their jobs, wander the streets, or even starve to death at home.

Just as the short-haired policewoman gathered her spirits and took her job with the utmost seriousness, she began to observe her surroundings attentively.

Then, during observation, the short-haired policewoman felt that a car behind the car was a bit suspicious. It had been parked there for more than ten minutes without moving, and there was someone in the car.

The short-haired policewoman immediately reported the situation to Mayumi Iwabeta, who took it very seriously and immediately pushed the door and got out of the car.

Under the watchful eyes of two armed bodyguards, the short-haired policewoman ran to the suspicious car.

When Mayumi Iwabeta saw the opaque film on the car's windows, she immediately became alert and put her hands on her waist.

The short-haired policewoman was also very alert. Seeing her predecessor's actions, she nervously reached into her blazer, opened the holster under her ribs, grabbed the handle of the pistol inside, and at the same time held the hood with her hand and lowered her body.

"Knock, knock, knock... Roll down the window!"

The actions of the two female police officers outside the car window made the people in the car nervous. The window rolled down, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses smiled obsequiously at the two of them.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a reporter, a reporter from Tokyo TV."

"Get out of the car and show me your ID!"

"Who are you..."

“We are the police, stop talking nonsense and get out of the car!!!
You're not getting off the car, are you?!"

"No, don't shoot, I'll be down right away!"

(End of this chapter)