Chapter 623

【This is what a senior civil servant is like?】 Hironaka Mariko looked at Onoda's receding back, arms crossed, teasing: 【Feels not as morally vacuous as Kameyama Old Ghost—】

【Kameyama President and Onoda are different—Onoda looks morally vacuous but actually has ambition and a blueprint, while Kameyama looks ambitious and blueprinted but is actually morally vacuous.】 Uesugi Muneyuki said to Hironaka Mariko.

【Well, I don't really get you political types, but your hearts are really dirty.】 Comedian Miyahara Toru added.

【Uesugi here has quite the heart!】 Hironaka Mariko laughed: 【He looks righteous on the surface, wanting to sanction Akimoto Daijin and N Network for justice, but his own private life is a mess—Kameyama Old Ghost has him pampered, with everything from green room hosts to Tobu Television anchors throwing themselves at him, honestly worse than Akimoto Shōta by 114514 times!】

【Although... but, Tobu Television's Reimi volunteered.】 Uesugi sounded a bit unsure.

【Hey! Tobu Television's anchor volunteered, that's true, but Arisu also volunteered!】 Hironaka Mariko smirked: 【You can't only emphasize others' voluntariness when you're enjoying yourself—your only advantage is————you don't have to spend money.】

【So Old Ren, Old Ren, oh my Old Ren is awesome! Come on, one sentence each: Old Ren is awesome! Hayakawa Nanami doesn't take his money, Nagase Arisu doesn't take his money, Old Ren is awesome!】 Uesugi Muneyuki wisely changed the subject.

He really isn't that clean himself, which is also one of the reasons for his immense psychological pressure.

After being enlightened by Onoda, he felt much better.

【Old Ren is awesome!】 【Old Ren is awesome!】 Hironaka and Miyahara shouted together.

【Old Ren is a district!】 Arimura Hana followed up, thinking: Where is Old Ren awesome? My wife keeps sneaking off every few days to secretly breed with Uesugi in the Metropolitan Police Department, and Hironaka even guards the door?

Where's the awesome in that?

Is this Uesugi pretending to praise while actually screwing over this close friend?

Village Flower Palace suddenly felt she somewhat understood the relationship between cockroaches.

Interesting, really too interesting!

Two days later, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters at Sakuradamon in Chiyoda Ward, Special Mission Unit.

The layout of the Special Mission Unit office in the Metropolitan Police Department is different from elsewhere—a large L-shaped desk facing the main gate, with Superintendent Watanabe Minami's nameplate for the Special Mission Unit Management Officer placed on top, making her the nominal leader of the Special Mission Unit

here, beside which sit a coffee machine and a tea boiler, ready anytime for coffee or black tea.

Police stations from all over Tokyo and even the entire Kanto region seeking help from the Special Mission Unit never cease; whenever they face difficult cases, their first reaction is to turn their gaze toward Sakuradamon, toward the Special Mission Unit of Investigation Division 1, toward that tightly shut office room in the Special Mission Unit.

Uesugi Muneyuki, Chief Medical Examiner.

But Uesugi is very busy—fieldwork, academia, reports, autopsies—so busy he often gets home only at eight or nine at night, so busy he sometimes rests only one day a week, so busy he's constantly running around with his feet never touching the ground, sleeping in the car.

However, today's situation is somewhat different.

Today, all Special Mission Unit members are present, and the television on the wall was turned on early.

Today is the day Akimoto Daijin goes to St. Luke's International Hospital to visit his son Akimoto Shōta, the main perpetrator and manufacturer of the car bombing in the Akimoto Shōta automobile explosion case, Ōsumikawa Minoru!

Akimoto Daijin has already formally announced externally that he has "forgiven" Ōsumikawa! He expressed regret over the many events that occurred, personally understanding Ōsumikawa's pain and that of those who lost loved ones, stating he will not prosecute Ōsumikawa over this matter, and adding that such incidents are unwanted by anyone, that his son died for the country, that he as a father has caused trouble for all citizens, deeply apologetic and vowing serious reflection.

No matter how you say it, external evaluations of Akimoto Daijin's statement are still positive.

Minister, magnificent!

Uesugi Muneyuki and Minami sat together watching TV, time having entered autumn; Minami had already changed into the standard autumn desk duty uniform of the Metropolitan Police Department—a navy-blue suit jacket, gold-trimmed shoulder epaulettes shining brightly, matching knee-length skirt tightly hugging hips and legs, outlining a solemn and ascetic line, white shirt collar fastened precisely, symbolizing the inviolability of female officers' law and order.

A pair of slender, beautiful legs wore standard commuting black velvet thick-wool matte pantyhose, the stockings carrying a subtle sheen, high-quality texture, tightly wrapping Minami's petite, cute figure from waist to ankle, both warm and exuding a uniform-specific, icy inviolable sensuality; a pair of only size 32 feet wore black leather desk duty high heels, lightly tracing circles on the carpet.

"Bought them!" The Special Mission Unit members' eyes were fixed on the screen when Date Nagamune came running in, holding several bags, excitedly shouting: "Quick look, everyone, I bought something great!"

"Great things?" Eirina curiously glanced.

"Clang clang~ authentic Japanese-style Korean pancake fruit!" Date Nagamune proudly pulled out several pancake fruits printed with "National Trend Invasion" Peking Opera national style female foreign packaging: "Eat while hot! Bought three portions for 3600 yen, plus three free bottles of barley tea!"

Inside, they were already sliced—each person eats half, only Uesugi Muneyuki looked at the "National Trend Invasion" and felt inexplicably nauseous, so he didn't eat, giving his portion to Igarashi.

"Oh! Oh, Iki!" Igarashi frantically gave a thumbs-up.

"Alright, let's begin!" Okada Masayoshi gestured for everyone to pay attention.

"Fuji Television, Fuji Television, hello everyone, I'm Tobu Television's Reimi from Fuji News! Friends watching TV, this is St. Luke's International Hospital, today here————quick look, Akimoto Daijin's motorcade has already arrived!"

Under countless gazes and dense flashbulbs, Foreign Minister Akimoto Shin'ichirō's motorcade arrived at the hospital.

He walked into the ward area with a solemn and dignified expression, steady steps.

Inside the ward, Ōsumikawa Minoru lay on the hospital bed, connected to monitoring equipment, looking weaker than during interviews, but deep in his eyes hid a trace of unusual clarity.

After a series of treatments, St. Luke's International Hospital had already ensured all his indicators were at normal levels, capable of smoothly completing this meeting.

As Akimoto Daijin pushed open the door, two middle-aged men gazed at each other across the magpie bridge, instantly murdering countless films!

Century-defining reconciliation!

"Dog destroy that Sai! Minister!" Ōsumikawa, eyes brimming with hot tears, apologized to Akimoto Daijin: "It's all my faulti

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"Wah dah see moh~ red bean paste private mosaic!" Foreign Minister Akimoto Daijin also immediately bowed, eyes tearing up, firmly grasping Ōsumikawa's withered big hand, deeply saying: "We came late! Mr. Ōsumikawa!"

This scene moved countless people in front of their televisions.

Afterwards, Akimoto Daijin and Ōsumikawa engaged in a friendly and amicable conversation.

Before the camera, Akimoto Daijin lowered his body, speaking with a tone full of "pity": "Mr. Ōsumikawa, please definitely take care of your health. Past tragedies————just let them pass. I, and society as a whole, are willing to view the future with tolerance."

Ōsumikawa Minoru tremblingly extended his hand, lightly clasping Akimoto's hand, voice weak yet "sincere": "Thank you————Minister's magnanimity————my sins are deep, I have no face to face————"

Truly a century-defining reconciliation!

Outside the ward, countless reporters also sighed, while only the public security police maintaining order kept stern faces.

Among them, the already silver-haired A. 0. Shǐmìsī Xiānshēng, head of the CIA in Japan, also nodded satisfiedly; he still had some opinions about Akimoto Daijin, but seeing Akimoto Daijin listen to his opinion, proactively come to apologize and bow, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Thus, it was settled.

If we really had to replace this guy, everyone would actually be a bit reluctant!

"So, is it just ending like this?" In front of the TV, Eirina pouted dissatisfiedly—she was actually, aside from Watanabe Eiji, Watanabe Minami, and Uesugi, the only one in the know; the Tall Beauty gritted her teeth in frustration, yet could do nothing.

"No way, this is politics, this is Japan." Forensic Beauty Ishihara Mikoto coldly remarked, but then glanced doubtfully at Uesugi Muneyuki.

Muneyuki, will he just let it go like this? Doesn't seem likely?

But Uesugi Muneyuki had no reaction—he just sat beside Minami, staring at the TV screen, meanwhile slipping his hand onto Minami's black-stockinged beautiful leg to take advantage, Minami said nothing, also intently watching the screen.

On screen, after a brief shoot, everyone withdrew, leaving only the minister and Ōsumikawa alone.

Before the camera, the two had much to say; behind the camera, both were silent.

They both hated each other to the core, wishing nothing more than for the other to die!

The two gazes met briefly; in Akimoto Daijin's eyes flashed a trace of smugness and contempt, so fleeting it was hard to catch, as if saying: "See? The final winner is still me; you are merely a prop for me to display benevolence."

Zhēng mó, nǐ bù fú qì?

Ōsumikawa closed his eyes; beneath the lids wrapping his clouded eyes, he returned a deeper, colder mockery.

"You, do you still have anything to say?" Akimoto Daijin sighed.

"Nothing more to say; please proceed at once!" Ōsumikawa said coldly.

"Ah, forget it; rest well!" Akimoto Daijin thought of his own son, coldly smiling as he patted Ōsumikawa's shoulder.

I don't bother with dead men; enjoy your final moments properly!

The performance over, Akimoto Daijin left the hospital building with satisfaction, surrounded by medical personnel and attendants, wearing a "heavy yet relieved" expression, just preparing to deliver a few remarks to the media that had not yet fully dispersed, to craft his perfect image of compassion for heaven and pity for mankind.

Just as he had barely stepped onto the hospital front stairs, before he could even clear his throat — "Woo woo woo—!!"

Inside the hospital, a piercing medical emergency alarm suddenly blared without warning! The sound was sharp and urgent, instantly slicing through the feigned calm atmosphere inside and outside the hospital!

Immediately after, the ward area broadcast announced in that uniquely polite yet barely concealed tense tone of Japanese medical institutions: "ICU Jiānhùshì, Emergency situation! Emergency situation! Patient Ōsumikawa, condition critical! Jiùmìng Bān, proceed immediately to ICU Jiānhùshì e!" (ICU Jiānhùshì, Emergency! Emergency! Patient Ōsumikawa's condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse! Emergency team, please proceed immediately to ICU Jiānhùshì!)

The sound passed through the not yet fully closed vestibule, clearly reaching the outside.

The "grief-stricken" expression on Akimoto Daijin's face froze instantly; the "forbearing" smile he had just cultivated congealed at the corner of his mouth, looking unspeakably ridiculous.

He subconsciously turned his head toward the hospital building, his eyes revealing for the first time genuine, caught-off-guard panic.

Nan nan nan nan na——Nani?!?!?!

A lie, it must be a lie, right?

And as he looked back at St. Luke's International Hospital, he happened to see the CIA's Japan contact person, Agent Smith.

This Agent Smith was looking at him with an equally shocked expression.

Akimoto, you?!

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