Chapter 43 Metropolitan Police Department’s IQ Victory Law_1

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Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Metropolitan Police Department’s IQ Victory Law_1Oda Nobuteru was a non-career police chief. On public holidays, only non-career police chiefs like him led teams out from the station. Even if the nation was on the brink of collapse, career police chiefs would take their holidays without fail, never letting duty interfere. These so-called elites of the police force were, in his view, nothing but a gang of highly educated, extremely selfish tax robbers. Oda Nobuteru harbored such resentment not because he possessed a particularly strong sense of justice. Rather, it was because he knew he would never in his life enjoy the perks and status afforded to career police chiefs, so he was naturally filled with bitterness. However, Oda Nobuteru never let it show openly; at most, he would vent his frustrations privately to acquaintances. Indeed, a great many non-career officers were dissatisfied with their career-track counterparts. In a sterile white room, the young forensic scientist in a white lab coat finished his work and turned to open the door. "Chief Oda, after my thorough examination, I can confirm that the cause of their death was internal organ damage." The forensic scientist paused before adding, "There were no external injuries; the trauma was internally inflicted from the start." Chief Oda’s face darkened as he asked again, "You’re sure it was internal?" "Yes. I’m also not clear what methods the perpetrator used to kill these people." "Dr. Fujii, you don’t have to say anymore. I think I know who the killer is," Chief Oda mused. "They look fine on the outside, but their organs appear damaged. It’s completely self-induced organ change—a rare disease." "Impossible!" The forensic scientist immediately shook his head. What kind of ridiculous joke is this? How can that be called a disease? It’s clearly an injury caused by human intervention! Oda Nobuteru felt a wave of helplessness. A greenhorn is still a greenhorn. Even when things are explained so clearly, he insists on categorizing it as homicide.How could a mere police chief like him possibly track down a criminal capable of such high-tech murder? Not to mention, in twenty years, his service pistol had never taken a life nor fired a single bullet at a person; it was, in the truest sense, a gun of kindness. "Dr. Fujii, such weapons don’t exist currently. They must have died from an unknown disease," Oda Nobuteru said, his face stern. "As the first to discover this unknown disease, Dr. Fujii, you will surely be remembered by the medical community. To have such a boundless future at your young age... it truly makes me envious." Dr. Fujii’s heart stirred. He sensed the implication in Oda Nobuteru’s words and hesitated before asking, "What about the elderly residents?" "They all said the caregivers suddenly collapsed to the ground, wailing in agony. No one else was seen at the scene." Chief Oda anticipated this was a new type of sonic weapon, likely developed by the military or the U.S. Army. It was probably targeted at the young, which explained why the elderly were spared. Why choose that particular nursing home? He wasn’t sure, nor did he dare to be. He wasn’t the protagonist of some detective drama; he had a family to support, elders above and children below. There was no need to take such risks. After a moment of thought, Dr. Fujii said, "It seems I need to thoroughly study this condition to write a detailed paper." "I’ll handle the victims’ families," Oda Nobuteru responded. If Oda Nobuteru couldn’t handle the perpetrator, he could certainly handle the victims’ families. He was quite experienced in that regard, just as he knew how to downplay incidents, sometimes to the point of not even filing a case. Oda Nobuteru was well aware of what his superiors wanted: it didn’t matter if actual crime was low or not, the crime *rate* absolutely had to be low. As long as Tokyo could rank among the top ten safest cities worldwide, or even take the top spot, that would signify an unquestionable and honor-filled victory for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department! Oda Nobuteru’s report ascended the ranks, eventually reaching the cabinet and landing on Prime Minister Yasuda’s desk. When Yasuda read Chief Oda Nobuteru’s report, which attributed the incidents at the Okubo nursing home to an unknown disease, he knew it was complete nonsense. His subordinates didn’t want to investigate—or rather, dared not—especially since it involved weapons... It has to be the U.S. Army. To doubt it for even a second would be to underestimate their brazen ruthlessness. Unlike Oda Nobuteru, he was acutely aware that Japan’s military capabilities had weakened to the point where developing new weapons was impossible. Most of the annual military expenditure went towards purchasing so-called "powerful weapons" from the U.S. Army, with delivery dates often unknown. Furthermore, it was common knowledge that the United States had a penchant for using people in experiments. For example, they had dropped nuclear bombs on their own territory. Then, they deceived residents by claiming it was safe, sending them back to live there just to observe the effects of nuclear radiation on the human body. They lured poor people with the promise of free healthcare, only to infect them with syphilis and observe their demise without any treatment. The U.S. government had committed no shortage of such outrageous acts, things that sounded like sick jokes. If they treated their own people this way, one could only imagine how they treated those from other countries. Yasuda was deeply troubled. He wished the U.S. Army would exercise a little more restraint, yet he didn’t dare voice his concerns directly. Those U.S. soldiers weren’t politicians. If annoyed, they might just arrange for the Prime Minister to be found dead from an apparent suicide, shot eight times in the back. Yasuda looked at the report in his hands. After a moment’s thought, he decided to meet with the Ambassador to Japan and lodge a strong complaint. He was, in principle, in favor of experiments—he had no objection to them—but they couldn’t just act first and report later like this. At the very least, they should have notified him, allowing him to prepare for damage control and avoid being caught so off-guard. If some reckless media outlet exposed the matter online and sparked a public uproar, would he even get to keep his position as Prime Minister? "Commander Walter, please, curb your recent activities a bit." Awakened from his nap by the call, Commander Walter Mai of the United States Seventh Fleet responded with a puzzled expression, "What are you talking about?" "Don’t play dumb. Prime Minister Yasuda complained to the Ambassador for an hour, saying you’ve been testing new weapons in the Tokyo district without giving him prior notice." The Secretary of State’s authoritative voice made Walter increasingly uneasy. New weapons? I don’t know anything about them! Walter inwardly cursed those underlings for causing him trouble behind his back. "Regarding this matter, please allow me to explain." "No need for explanations. Just remember to give Yasuda a heads up next time. And be careful! Don’t hurt important people; civilians are fair game." The Secretary of State’s tone became even sterner, clearly unwilling to hear any excuses. Seeing his superior’s firm attitude, Walter felt even more apprehensive and nodded. "Okay, I assure you I won’t test new weapons in the Tokyo district." "I’ve heard the new weapon can bypass the human body to damage internal organs. Can it also penetrate fortress-like buildings to kill enemies?" "Ah, this..." Walter’s face turned awkward. The Seventh Fleet has such an awesome weapon?If he said he didn’t know, his superiors would question his competence as Commander. "We are currently experimenting. We’ll need increased military spending for any technological breakthrough." Walter’s eyes flickered; he decided to seize the opportunity to ask for benefits. The previous commander had been impeached precisely because he couldn’t secure benefits for the officers under him. If he could increase the government funding allocated to the Seventh Fleet, that would be a significant achievement. As for the consequences of falsifying military expenses... If investigators actually flew over, well, whether their plane made it back to the U.S. mainland would depend on the situation. After dealing with his superior and securing a promise of two billion in military funding, Walter hung up the phone, his expression still baffled. What exactly is this new weapon of the Seventh Fleet? He decided to send someone to investigate. 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Chapter 43 Metropolitan Police Department’s IQ Victory Law_1

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