Chapter 8. What happened when everyone was working together so well...?
12:26
Zhu Fujingguang closed his phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
Two hours later, he needed to pick up some items at a designated convenience store. During this waiting time, he planned to wander around the area near the red-light district, especially the higher floors, where snipers might be hiding.
Since he was going to set a trap in the red-light district tonight, he would naturally have to be wary of those gangsters who lacked self-control and were prone to extremism. He could also take the opportunity to see how the "big boss" behind the scenes would react when his life was threatened.
Of course, this test should be approached with caution.
As a newcomer to the organization, even if he showed the potential to become a codenamed member, it didn't mean he could recklessly court death. Ensuring his own safety was also crucial when carrying out this provocative, frame-up mission.
After patrolling the old buildings that hadn't been renovated in a long time, and setting up a few small traps, Morofushi Kagemitsu calculated the time and drove to the convenience store shown on the navigation.
He drove to a parking lot with only two rows of seats and came to the familiar convenience store again. The cashier inside was the same familiar face.
To be honest, given all the unexpected events lately, I'm a little afraid that this guy might see the lucky charm hanging on his phone and blurt out, "Ah, that lucky guy who won the lottery!"
The thought of that scene is terrifying.
Many people already know about his "superstition," so there's really no need for another ordinary person to spread the rumor.
So, instead of going into the store to lay the groundwork, he bypassed the security cameras outside and slipped into the back door of the convenience store.
Seeing that no one was around, he quickly went to an electrical box marked with special chalk, pried open the small door, took out several pounds of bombs wrapped inside, hid them in his trench coat, and hurried back to his car.
A brand-new briefcase sat under the passenger seat. He had originally intended to use it as cover, but now it had become a perfect hiding place for a bomb.
This deadly weapon is the key tool we need to deal with those gangsters today.
He had originally planned to use sniping to deal with Kuroki, but considering that doing so would be too targeted and deliberate, and that it wouldn't be good for him to show too much aggression so soon after joining the finance department, he had to give up on that idea and thought it would be better to reveal it at a more opportune time later.
Although the suggestion to rip off the people in the red-light district came from Morofushi Kagemitsu, it wasn't out of personal revenge. Rather, it was a plan he finalized with the Public Security Team, taking into account his future position within the organization.
Their plan was not complicated; they simply used their information asymmetry to create a misunderstanding, which was the warehouse that Okuno had just allocated to Morofushi Kagemitsu.
He had acquired another batch of goods, and instead of hiding them and slowly accumulating contribution points, he might as well use them to pull off a big heist. Anyway, neither Akita nor Kuroki knew anything about his past, so he could directly frame Kuroki, this seemingly innocent guy, for embezzling a warehouse full of goods and connections that rightfully belonged to the organization, thus reaping greater profits.
After all, this organization—which the Public Security Bureau will temporarily call the "Black Organization" (Mr. Jin Quan felt that the term "drinkhouse" was too undignified, so he passed on it)—is a transnational terrorist organization. In addition to taking advantage of armed conflicts in the Middle East and Southeast Asia, they have also developed subordinates in other countries and built many organizational bases and laboratories.
His current company, Seida, is merely a relatively harmless foothold for them in Hokkaido. He needs to quickly deal with these minor figures and rise above the ordinary members to gain higher authority and more accurate intelligence.
Furthermore, the police team, starting from the path through which Morofushi Kagemitsu's rumors spread, discovered that the area was teeming with informants for those gangs. These informants could more easily recruit unemployed people and obtain the information they wanted from them. Such an environment was not suitable as his "birthplace" for infiltrating the organization.
So, after discussing it, everyone decided to include these people in the plan, designing them into scapegoat roles to help their own people advance further without any psychological burden.
Well, of course he wouldn't admit it directly. The joy he felt when he discovered that he might be able to restore his innocence made him feel much better.
So when he drove to the bar again that night, looking at the men and women having a great time, he felt very peaceful, even kind of compassionate.
Hurry up and have some fun, because you won't be laughing for long anyway.
He glanced at his watch.
21:45
He left the briefcase containing the bomb behind as planned and departed the bar.
Before I even left the red-light district, the phone rang as expected.
He glanced around, moved to a corner where he wouldn't be easily targeted by a sniper, and answered the phone:
"Hey, this is Asakawa."
"Asakawa-kun, I think you should explain your behavior just now."
On the other end of the phone was Mr. Akita, whose words could be described as interrogative, but upon closer examination, they lacked any hint of anger. He probably couldn't understand why, on his very first day "at work," Asakawa Sora would so brazenly try to cause trouble right under the company's nose.
“Of course it’s revenge.” Morofushi Kagemitsu maintained a relaxed tone. “The rules and regulations don’t say that members can’t kill each other.”
"..." Mr. Akita seemed to be suppressing his impatience and said, "The gangs in the red-light district are company property, you should understand that. Even if you are a very promising newcomer, I cannot sit idly by and let you openly damage the company's interests like this."
"No, no... the one who harmed the company's interests wasn't me, it was that guy inside." Morofushi Hiromitsu then steered the conversation towards the yakuza, his tone laced with provocation, "Mr. Akita, didn't you notice that Kuroki tampered with the ledgers?"
“The accounts over there are not under my jurisdiction, so you don’t need to sow discord here.” Akita was not fooled and directly saw through the other party’s intentions. “On the contrary, if you were to throw a tantrum in the car over such a small matter, it would be a waste of the high regard we have for you.”
Morofushi Kagemitsu remained calm. He turned to look at the bar, silently calculating the time in his mind, and said, "Really? That organization is really too generous, leaving almost half of my goods to Kuroki and the others as 'bonuses'."
“…Heh.” Akita was silent for only a few seconds before saying in a calm tone, “We’re all on the same side, so we can discuss anything.”
At this point, Morofushi Kagemitsu could roughly deduce that the contact between the organization and Kuroki was not Akita.
He watched several police cars approaching on the highway in the distance, and deliberately held his phone close to the roadside so that Akita could hear the sirens: "But it seems the cops didn't give us that chance. They shouldn't have had our people call the police and then come to defuse the bomb, right?"
“…!” Akita’s slightly rapid breathing was only heard for a moment, but he caught it.
Morofushi Kagemitsu continued, "Could this kind of civilized, well-behaved citizen be an undercover agent sent by the cops?"
"...Leave immediately and don't meddle in other people's business."
Akita left only those words and then hung up the phone.
Knowing that the other side was about to take action, Morofushi Kagemitsu sent a [." to his contact.
This was a pre-arranged code, indicating that they could begin investigating the organization's clandestine activities.
Even the most timely self-rescue is no match for the well-prepared police. This time, they will not only catch the fraudsters, but also capture a local leader.
Morobuchi Kagemitsu got back into the car, where there was a small screen on the dashboard that displayed the time.
21:57
Perfect.
It seems that the timing of crime announcements will not change simply because there are more targets to apprehend.
He discovered another pattern in the app.
However, he can't use this pattern for now. From now until tomorrow, he and the police team will be monitoring the activities of these organization members.
As a newcomer, to avoid arousing suspicion, I need to appear physically exhausted but mentally alert tomorrow. Otherwise, I might run into trouble when accepting tasks.
Sure enough, when he went to the company to "clock in" the next day, the HR head, Akita, stopped him.
"...Asakawa, you have a mission."
Mr. Akita looked at his dark circles with a complicated expression, as if he really wanted to gather a group of people to secretly get rid of him.
But in the end, this person didn't have the guts to let Asakawa Sora, who was under the watchful eyes of the codenamed members, get into trouble before the matter was fully investigated.
Morofushi Kagemitsu took the folder, looked at the tasks and the deliberately highlighted bonuses, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Mr. Akita really has a high status in the organization. It's so easy to get such a good job."
It's like asking you to clean up a mess made by your own people—that's practically a freebie.
This was a promotion opportunity that I had stayed up all night to look into.
Morofushi Kagemitsu shook hands with the reluctant Mr. Akita.
On my second day at the company, I got a promotion!
But if he knew what was happening in the police station right now, he probably wouldn't be laughing for long.
"...Yes, that's right, it was all a conspiracy by that Asakawa."
Kuroki sat in the interrogation room, pouring out his grievances to Date Wataru and his seniors, while several police officers outside the glass window kept a close watch on what was happening inside.
"Compared to arresting law-abiding gang leaders like me, you should be keeping an eye on Asakawa Sora, that drug addict who's involved in everything from prostitution to gambling and prostitution! You have no idea, that day..."
The gang leader began to vividly recount everything he had learned during this period, sparing no expense in trying to clear Asakawa Sora's name.
Knowing that Asakawa Sora is actually Morofushi Kagemitsu, Date Wataru: ...
How did these classmates, who were originally doing so well, end up like this?
A note from the author:
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Jingguang: I just want to take back everything I've lost (my reputation)!
So difficult...
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