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Chapter 98 Unboxing the Safe
At that moment, more sirens sounded downstairs, and a large number of reinforcements finally arrived.
Yuuki Takada breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his vigilance remained undiminished. He quickly walked to the bedside, looked at Yusuke Mishima who was hiding to the side, and hurriedly asked, "Are you alright?"
Yusuke Mishima was pale and shook his head. His clothes were torn at the shoulder and he had minor abrasions, but nothing serious.
He watched as the scene was quickly brought under control, and witnessed Yuuki Takada's decisive and courageous actions. His eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and even a hint of fear.
“Officer Takada… thank you.” He answered in a trembling voice, but with a hint of relief and gratitude for surviving the ordeal.
Yuuki Takada checked his injuries and, confirming he was alright, his expression remained grave: "They are truly omnipresent, and their actions are becoming more ruthless and decisive with each one." He walked up to the two assassins and ripped off their hoods.
Below are the faces of two extremely ordinary, featureless middle-aged men, now contorted with pain, their eyes vacant, their mouths tightly shut.
"Check their mouths! Don't let them take poison!" Yuuki Takada immediately yelled at the reinforcements who rushed in.
The officers quickly stepped forward and skillfully pried open the mouths of the two men to conduct an examination.
"Report to the Inspector! No venom sacs were found in their molars!"
Yuki Takada squinted.
Was it because this operation required finding the person alive or dead that they were unprepared?
Or perhaps... the people sent this time are of a different rank or have a different mission?
He crouched down, coldly staring at the assassin whose wrist had been shot: "Speak! Who sent you? Ryunosuke Mishima? Or Ryuichi Mishima?"
The assassin merely glanced at him coldly, a mocking smile even playing on his lips, before closing his eyes and remaining silent.
The same applies to the other one.
"Take them away! Keep them under strict surveillance, isolate them in isolation, and forbid anyone from contacting them!"
"Send them to the hospital immediately, but make sure they are guarded 24 hours a day. They absolutely cannot die!" Yuuki Takada ordered.
The officers handcuffed the two seriously injured killers and carried them out.
Looking at the mess in the bedroom and the fallen subordinates outside the door, Yuuki Takada clenched his fists again, his nails almost digging into his palms.
It took the sacrifice of two excellent subordinates to barely capture these two survivors; the cost was too high.
"I'm sorry, brothers. It was my mistake that led to this." Takada Yuuki squatted in front of the two corpses of his subordinates, scanning their unclosed eyes.
Suddenly, a notification sound rang in his ears.
"Pick up 20 point of speed."
"Pick up 20 points of disguise".
"Collect 20 points for arrest."
"Pick up 20 points of combat skill".
“Collect 20 points of reasoning.”
Soon, a data-driven attribute panel appeared before his eyes.
Host: Yuuki Takada
Age: 25 years old
Position: Police Inspector
Combat: 510 (This skill level improves, allowing for the unleashing of corresponding power and the development of combat instincts during battle.)
Speed: 370 (Increasing the speed value will allow you to reach the pinnacle of agility, enabling you to move nimbly through confined spaces, as elusive as a ghost.)
Disguise: 370 (The higher the disguise ability, the more perfectly one can imitate the appearance, voice, and behavior of others.)
Apprehended: 430 (The apprehended value has increased, significantly enhancing the ability to track and predict criminals.)
Weapons: 450 (The higher your weapon proficiency, the more significantly your accuracy, rate of fire, and reload speed will improve.)
Reasoning: 130 (Improved reasoning ability; able to quickly sort out complex clues, see through the surface of things, and reconstruct the whole picture of an event from the details.)
As for the remaining forty attribute points, they were the corpses of those members of the Mishima family.
Fortunately, he could use their attributes, so he still gained something.
Yuuki Takada turned to look at Yusuke Mishima, his eyes sharpening: "Did you see that?"
“Yusuke Mishima, you’re a smart man. I think even if I don’t say it, you know they were sent by your Mishima family.”
"We have no way out now. As soon as it's light, we must get what Yoshihiro Nakamura left behind!"
Yusuke Mishima nodded heavily, recalling the figures of those people from before, and he felt a sense of familiarity with them.
They should belong to the group of the eldest brother, Ryunosuke Mishima.
Still shaken, Yusuke Mishima was quickly escorted away from the dangerous area by Yuki Takada and two other additional officers, and transferred to a safe room arranged by the Metropolitan Police Department.
No one slept that night; Yuuki Takada needed to reassess the situation and adjust his strategy.
Yusuke Mishima, on the other hand, realized that certain forces within the family had come to see him as an obstacle that had to be eliminated, and his escape route had been cut off.
The room was brightly lit, and the atmosphere was somber.
"As expected of the Mishima family, they actually dared to attack the police station directly..." Takada Yuuki said with a cold expression, looking at the slightly calmer Mishima Yusuke, "It seems that the strength of your Mishima family is indeed as rumored!"
"Mr. Yusuke Mishima, your current situation is not optimistic!"
"However, it seems they no longer consider you a member of their Mishima family, and are determined to eliminate you?"
“Eh…” Yusuke Mishima gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and the last trace of hope in his eyes disappeared: “I didn’t expect…they would go to this extent.”
“For you, and for our police as well,” Yuki Takada said in a deep voice. “What Yoshihiro Nakamura left behind must have touched on their most core secrets, and may even be fatal evidence that could overthrow the entire Mishima family and drag even bigger figures behind them down.”
"Otherwise, they couldn't have done it this far..."
"We must head to Shinjuku Central Bank as soon as it's light tomorrow," Yusuke Mishima said with unusual determination.
“Hmm.” Yuki Takada nodded in agreement. “After all, we’re still a bit uneasy since the item isn’t in our hands.”
……
The following morning, at the Shinjuku Central Bank headquarters.
Despite it being a weekday, the bank lobby was still packed with people.
Yuki Takada and Yusuke Mishima, under the covert protection of a team of plainclothes police officers, made their way through the bustling crowd and headed straight for the VIP service and vault area.
The atmosphere seemed ordinary, but Yuuki Takada was on high alert, his hands seemingly casually resting on his waist, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
Yusuke Mishima's expression was solemn, with a barely perceptible fear hidden deep in his eyes. The chase last night had clearly left a deep shadow on him.
Yuki Takada showed the bank manager his police ID, search warrant, and the slightly worn brass key.
“We need to open this safe deposit box,” Yuuki Takada whispered to the bank teller.
The manager carefully checked the serial numbers on the documents and keys, a hint of difficulty on his face. "Officer, this safe with this serial number... has very high access permissions, requiring personal authorization and a specific procedure."
Yuki Takada looked at him sharply and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Yoshihiro Nakamura is dead. This is key evidence in a major criminal case."
"If the investigation is delayed, the bank will be held responsible."
"Please contact your superior immediately. This is a special case, and the Metropolitan Police Department will take full responsibility." Seeing the other party's firm attitude, Yuuki Takada emphasized his words and said coldly.
The bank manager was intimidated by Yuki Takada's imposing manner. After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded. "Please wait a moment, I will contact the branch manager and the risk control department immediately."
After a brief but nerve-wracking period of internal communication and authorization verification, the bank finally compromised.
A senior manager and two vault managers accompanied Yuki Takada and Yusuke Mishima into the vault area deep underground.
The heavy metal doors opened one after another, emitting a deep hum, revealing rows of cold metal safes inside.
The air was filled with the smell of metal and desiccant, and the temperature was noticeably lower.
The atmosphere became unusually solemn, as if every step was on the edge of a secret.
Based on the key number, the administrator located the corresponding safe.
It was a medium-sized box, looking no different from its surroundings, cold and silent, guarding an unknown past.
"Please, Officer Takada," the administrator gestured.
Yuki Takada took a deep breath and inserted the key into the lock.
The slight "click" sound was exceptionally clear in the silent vault.
He turned the key and then pulled open the heavy door of the safe.
It was surprisingly full, not just a single item as I had expected.
The most eye-catching item was a thick, bulging kraft paper document bag. Next to it were several small USB drives, a neat stack of old notebooks, and even a few rolls of microfilm.
Yuki Takada put on gloves and first took out the heavy file bag.
The bag was sealed tightly with a thin rope, which he carefully untied.
Inside were a large number of documents—copies of financial statements, bank statements, and complex charts of fund transactions, each sheet of paper densely covered with numbers and notes.
Many documents clearly state that they are from the Mishima Group, and some even list the names of its subsidiaries.
However, the amounts and items differed greatly from the publicly disclosed reports, clearly indicating that they were genuine accounts used for internal accounting, filled with vague and huge entries such as various special expenditures, public relations expenses, and special project grants.
"These……"
Yusuke Mishima leaned closer to take a look, gasped, pointed to one of the pages, and exclaimed in astonishment: "This 500 million yen consulting fee was received by a shell company, but ultimately flowed to... a fund set up by a confidant of the current Deputy Chief Cabinet Secretary!"
“I heard my father mention this name at a private gathering once. At the time, I thought it was just a regular political donation. I never imagined that the amount was so huge and the method so secretive!”
Yuuki Takada's expression was stern as he quickly flipped through the pages.
These falsified accounts were done with extreme professionalism, but Yoshihiro Nakamura seemed to have a trick up his sleeve, marking the true purpose of the funds next to many key entries with very fine handwriting.
The code name of the ultimate beneficiary, some even accompanied by the signature of the person in charge, and a copy of the fingerprint—clearly evidence he had secretly kept.
“Look at this…” Yuki Takada pulled out a chart. “Over the past three years, more than 20 billion yen has been transferred through a complex network of overseas shell companies, ultimately disappearing in the Cayman Islands and the Virgin Islands.”
"This is very similar to the abnormal remittance pattern we found in Yoshihiro Nakamura's account before, but the scale is vastly different!"
"I'm afraid what Yoshihiro Nakamura received before was just the tip of the iceberg."
Then, he picked up the USB drives.