Reborn in Tokyo: From Heiress to Global Tycoon

Chapter 255 The Demise of Osawa Ichiro

(There will be another chapter this evening~)

The second hand of the mechanical clock on the wall jumped forward one notch.

"Tick-tock".

The Special Investigations Chief sat behind his desk. He maintained the same posture he had adopted ten minutes earlier when the Navy Department issued the order, but his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He swallowed hard. His gaze shifted from the miniature cassette tape on the table to the red landline phone beside him.

This telephone line connects directly to the liaison desk of the House of Representatives.

Sitting opposite him, Toshiki Kaifu's eyes remained slightly closed. His hands were folded on his knees, and his breathing was as steady as if he were asleep.

"Ring ring—!"

The red dedicated phone line suddenly erupted with an extremely piercing ring.

The Special Investigations Chief's shoulders twitched violently.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his slightly trembling right hand, grabbed the receiver, and pressed it tightly to his ear.

"Sir." The liaison officer stationed at the Diet building spoke in a low voice, his voice trembling with barely suppressed gasps, "The House of Representatives plenary session has concluded. The two-thirds majority vote has been passed. The request for the arrest warrant for Osawa Ichiro... has been formally approved."

The Special Investigations Chief felt his heart pound violently in his chest.

"understood."

He squeezed out three words in a dry voice and slowly put the receiver back on the base.

Toshiki Kaifu slowly opened his eyes at the sound.

He remained seated, only extending his right hand to adjust the cuffs of his dark suit very slowly and carefully.

"The procedural barriers have been removed, sir." Kaibu looked at the other man, his tone extremely calm. "Go and enforce the country's laws."

The Special Investigations Chief swallowed hard.

He stood up, opened the drawer beside him, and took out a red arrest warrant that had been pre-issued by the judge and was awaiting final execution.

He extended his right hand and grasped the heavy brass seal that symbolized the highest judicial enforcement power.

He pressed the inkstone firmly into the red inkpad twice, then hovered it above the white arrest warrant.

Once this seal is laid down, the old order of Japanese politics will be completely shattered.

The Special Investigations Chief held his breath and suddenly pressed down with force on his wrist.

"Smack."

A dull thud echoed through the office. The red stamp, carrying immense weight, slammed onto the paper.

The bright red mark was deeply embedded in the texture of the paper, like a pool of glaring blood.

underground garage.

A dozen or so dark-colored special investigation department police cars were already idling. The low-frequency vibrations of their heavy engines created a dull resonance in the empty underground space. The headlights illuminated the concrete pillars in front of them in a stark white light.

Dozens of investigators dressed in black suits, their expressions grim, stood by the car door.

The elevator doors slid open.

The head of the First Investigation Division rushed out of the elevator. He held the arrest warrant, stamped with bright red ink, high in the air, his voice booming in the empty parking garage.

"Execution order issued! All personnel mobilized! Target: Port area!"

"yes!"

"Splash—"

The car doors opened in unison and then slammed shut.

The screeching sound of tires suddenly rang out. A dozen black police cars, like wild dogs unleashed, filed out of the underground parking garage ramp.

The alternating red and blue flashing lights instantly ripped through the gloomy sky above Xiaguan. The piercing sirens roared out, forming a deafening wave of sound that howled towards the port area.

……

Port area.

The study on the second floor of Osawa Ichiro's private residence.

Ichiro Osawa remained slumped on the wooden floor.

His tie was roughly ripped off and thrown aside. His once meticulously combed hair was now a mess.

He was like a wild beast trapped in a small cage. His chest heaved violently, and fear made his breathing particularly heavy.

Oh...right, the US...they have to keep their promise...

He suddenly scrambled to his feet and stumbled toward the mahogany desk.

He grabbed the encrypted private phone line on the table. His fingers trembled violently with extreme panic, and he dialed the wrong numbers several times before finally managing to dial the encrypted number that he knew by heart.

"Beep—beep—"

A long wait.

Every second of the dial tone was cutting into his nerves, which were stretched to their limit.

"Click".

The call was connected.

"Minister William!" Ichiro Osawa, disregarding all diplomatic protocol, roared into the microphone, "It's me! Osawa! My trump card has been stolen! That bastard Kaibu took those things to the Special Investigation Department!"

He was breathing heavily, spittle flying onto the black plastic receiver.

"You must keep your promise! I need political asylum right now! Arrange for a car to pick me up and take me to the embassy immediately!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came the voice of William, the economic minister of the U.S. Embassy in Japan.

William's tone was extremely calm, even with a touch of elegant gentleness.

"Mr. Osawa, the United States is very grateful for your outstanding contributions to promoting international free trade."

"You are a great reformer."

Osawa Ichiro's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed. He let out a long breath, thinking he had finally grasped the last straw.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. Please send someone immediately..."

"but."

William's tone abruptly shifted. The gentle tone vanished instantly, replaced by extremely cold diplomatic language.

"The United States also respects the independence of the Japanese judiciary, and we have no right to interfere in the internal political affairs of our allies. This would be contrary to the United States' code of conduct."

"Washington deeply regrets the allegations of corruption and tainted politics against you during your tenure."

Osawa Ichiro's pupils dilated instantly, and his lips trembled violently.

"William! You bastard! You can't do this! I've broken down the barriers for you!"

"Good luck, Mr. Osawa."

"beep--"

The call was cut off.

The monotonous, blind sound echoed in the study.

Ichiro Osawa held the receiver stiffly.

Almost at the same second that the blind call sounded.

downstairs.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening roar shattered the deathly silence of the entire Western-style building.

The sturdy security door on the first floor was violently forced open by a hydraulic door-breaking tool. The heavy metal door slammed against the wall, making a dull echo.

The sound of heavy military boots pounding on the floor, accompanied by the stern shouts of special investigation officers, quickly spread upwards along the stairs.

"Control all exits! The target is on the second floor!"

The telephone receiver slipped from Osawa Ichiro's hand and crashed onto the desk.

No...no no no no!!!

The solid wood door to the study was forcibly broken open with a hydraulic door breaker.

The heavy door slammed against the wall's crash pad with a dull thud. Several special investigation prosecutors in black suits and fully armed bailiffs rushed into the room.

The lead prosecutor strode to the mahogany desk. He pulled an arrest warrant bearing the highest judicial seal from his inside pocket and displayed it directly in front of Osawa.

"Member of Parliament Ichiro Osawa."

The prosecutor's voice was flat and his speech was extremely fast.

"We are the Special Investigation Department of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office. The House of Representatives approved your arrest warrant ten minutes ago on suspicion of serious violations of the Political Funds Control Law and selling state economic secrets."

"You are now being formally arrested in accordance with the law."

His eyes were bloodshot, and he desperately shrank back, his back pressed tightly against the edge of the desk.

"You dare arrest me?! I'm the Secretary-General of the ruling party!" Osawa roared incoherently, waving his hands wildly in the air. "That puppet Kaifu framed me... The Americans promised to protect me! Let me make a phone call! I want to see the American ambassador!"

The prosecutor tilted his head slightly.

Two burly bailiffs immediately stepped forward. They grabbed Osawa's flailing arms from both sides and forcibly dragged his massive body out from behind the desk.

Daze struggled desperately, kicking his leather shoes wildly on the carpet.

The cold, stainless steel handcuffs were roughly fastened to his violently trembling wrists.

"Click".

The metal locking teeth are tightly engaged.

A bailiff quickly unfolded a heavy, dark blue windproof jacket and placed it directly over Ichiro Osawa's head and handcuffed hands.

"Walk!"

Osawa's legs went weak, and he gasped for breath. He was practically dragged out of the study by two bailiffs, who half-supported his arms, and pulled him down the stairs.

The moment they were escorted out of the mansion's gate.

The street outside was already packed with reporters who had rushed over after hearing the news. The Metropolitan Police Department's riot police had put up yellow and black striped police tape, but they still couldn't stop the frantic surge of microphones and recording devices.

"Secretary-General Osawa! Is the rumor about him receiving illicit funds from foreign investors true?"

"Was your forceful push for the bill in Congress yesterday a quid pro quo arrangement with Washington?"

"Please say a few words, Mr. Osawa! Have you been politically purged?"

The reporters, like hyenas smelling blood, hissed and bombarded the bailiffs with extremely sharp, even insulting, questions. The recording pens nearly pierced the police tape and were shoved into the faces of the bailiffs.

Countless camera flashes went off wildly in the gloomy sky.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

It formed a dazzling white sea of ​​light.

Osawa Ichiro's head was tightly covered by a clamp. Surrounded by flashing lights and shouts of abuse, he desperately tried to shrink his neck down like a frightened bird, but the bailiffs still forcibly pressed down on the back of his neck and shoved him into the back seat of the police car.

Perhaps it's a reward from heaven for these diligent journalists.

The pale white light from the spotlight still shone through the gap in his jacket, illuminating his pale and extremely distorted face covered with stubble.

A "traitor to the nation for a century" has successfully completed his mission.