Early the next morning, Yanchuan Shilang received visits from numerous officials in the hospital room and accepted some interviews with journalists, mainly to send the message that he was fine and would soon resume work.
He expressed forgiveness towards the assassin, viewing him simply as a young man manipulated by conspirators with ulterior motives. He felt no animosity towards him, but rather sorrow, and would only pursue the mastermind responsible for the young man’s demise.
And what was Aoyama Xiu Xin doing this morning?
The dutiful grandson was betraying his dear godfather.
The United States was also very concerned about the progress of the assassination attempt on Yanchuan Shilang, so Annie called Xiu Xin to her home early to inquire.
"He doesn’t plan to investigate the assassin but intends to use this incident to purge the political arena of opposition, framing them for conspiring to assassinate him and attempting to overthrow the state," Aoyama Xiu Xin told Annie.
He was happy to see this situation.
Yanchuan Shilang’s monopolized control over the Cabinet benefited him in the short term, but in the long term, within four or five years, a coup would be inevitable, and by then his tanks would crush any dissent. Why bother considering the long term?
However, he hadn’t yet figured out how to quietly, justifiably, and legally move Hokkaido’s military close to Tokyo, as modern society couldn’t hide such large-scale troop movements.
Fortunately, he had five years to ponder this.
Annie lay languidly on the sofa, wearing nothing underneath. Her full and round form seemed about to burst forth, her slender, crossed legs wrapped in thin silk stockings, eyes half-closed, gazed at Aoyama Xiu Xin. "Are you the one doing the purging?"
"Of course, I have always been the one doing the dirty work for the Yanchuan Family. If not me, then who?" Aoyama Xiu Xin shrugged and replied.
It was because he dared to handle those self-damning tasks for the Yanchuan Family that Yanchuan Shilang trusted him.
Annie’s eyes widened a bit, her dainty foot kicked Aoyama Xiu Xin’s leg, frowning, "This way you’ll make even more enemies. He can’t possibly eliminate all the opposition in the officialdom. Those you deal with have relatives and friends, protégés, and subordinates who will resent you deeply. And Yanchuan Shilang is growing old; he can’t protect you for life. How will you handle the backlash of these avengers when he’s gone?"
"Are you concerned about me?" Aoyama Xiu Xin playfully toyed with her mischievous little foot, savoring its silky smoothness and unique charm.
Annie scoffed, subconsciously touching her round belly, speaking in a casual tone, "I’m worried that the resources the nation invested in you won’t yield the expected returns. We don’t want just a Police Department Director but at least a Cabinet Minister."
"You don’t need to worry at all. I’m sure I care more about my future than you do." Aoyama Xiu Xin edged closer, his hand resting on her leg, savoring the fine texture, inching its way beneath her skirt, "I will become Prime Minister! That’s certain."
"Where does your confidence come from?" Annie’s cheeks blushed slightly as she was teased, a seductive curiosity in her eyes.
She bit her red lips, a strand of golden hair trapped in her mouth, making her look even more alluring.
Aoyama Xiu Xin withdrew his hand, leaned over, unbuckling his belt, "I have my plans, you just need to know that I will be the most successful investment your United States has made."
Before becoming Prime Minister, the U.S. is his benefactor. Once he solidifies his government after assuming the position, he becomes the benefactor of all.
General Jin might not dare to move south.
But Prime Minister Aoyama would dare to ignite World War Three.
Whoever dares to provoke him, he will retaliate against the entire world.
"Let’s hope so." Annie obediently opened her moist, rosy lips, waiting for him to feed her.
Such was the manner consistent with the ceremony.
.........
After visiting the children’s hometown, Aoyama Xiu Xin returned to work at the Police Headquarters. He had just arrived and was informed that Kudaka Kaon was waiting for him in the receiving room.
"Secretary Kudaka, apologies, apologies, really sorry to have kept you waiting." Aoyama Xiu Xin walked into the receiving room with a face full of apologies, extending his hand from afar.
"I just arrived myself," Kudaka Kaon smiled, standing up to shake hands and then handed him a sheet of paper, "This is from His Excellency for you."
"Yes!" Aoyama Xiu Xin accepted it and gave it a glance. It was a list of over twenty names, the first one being Hatanaka Zizi. He put it away and looked at Kudaka Kaon, "Please inform grandpa that I’ll take care of it promptly."
The over twenty people were either Members of Parliament or held positions in the Cabinet, all those who yesterday had been the most vehement in denouncing Yanchuan Shilang during the inquiry.
Arresting these people would definitely provoke backlash.
Having Aoyama Xiu Xin handle this affair would minimize the adverse impact because many citizens were willing to believe he wouldn’t randomly arrest people.
"Yes! I’ve completed my task, so I won’t take up any more of your time, Mr. Aoyama." Kudaka Kaon took his leave.
Aoyama Xiu Xin saw him out, "Take care."
After watching him enter the elevator, he returned to his office; he hadn’t even sat down when there was a knock on his door.
"Knock knock knock!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin casually shouted, "Come in."
"Director." Nakamura Shinichi pushed the door open, stepped inside, closing the door, and then approached, bowing and presenting a document, "The gunman’s identity has been identified. His name is Sakurai Koji, a sophomore at Tokyo Ocean University, from an ordinary family background. He’s enthusiastic about participating in various political gatherings and demonstrations during school, but through overnight investigations into his social relationships, no suspicious connections have been found yet, further investigation is needed."
Students are the most progressive, the purest, and the most passionate, but at the same time, easily incited and exploited.
"An event as significant as the assassination of the Prime Minister, the mastermind will leave no traces." Aoyama Xiu Xin shook his head, handing over the list, "Select a scapegoat from the list, fabricate evidence linking Sakurai Koji to them, and then have him implicate the others on the list in conspiring to assassinate the Prime Minister. Subsequently, arrest everyone on the list and substantiate charges of subversion of state power against them!"
"This..." Nakamura Shinichi’s complexion changed dramatically after just a glance at the list, looking up in astonishment at Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Director, this is no small matter!" Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
He recognized several familiar names on the list, and though he didn’t know the others, listed together hinted at the gravity involved.
Arresting these people could trigger a tremendous storm.
"Proceed," Aoyama Xiu Xin said tersely.
This time, his godfather was determined to employ thunderous methods to cleanse these parasites and monopolize national power.
The godfather wasn’t afraid of being called a tyrant or accused of political persecution, so naturally, he had no scruples either.
Nakamura Shinichi’s expression hardened, saluting him, "Yes!"