Hirohiro Nishida, the infamous boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi and a prominent figure known throughout the Japanese police force and all of Japan, never expected this special police officer to treat him with such tant disrespect.


    Unaware that Takaoka Machi had already been handcuffed and taken away, Nishida erupted in anger, shouting with the distinctive underworld ent: “Bakayarō! Do you even know who I am? How dare you speak to me like this?!”


    The special officer scoffed, ring at Nishida with disdain. “You think you’re powerful when you’re about to meet your end? Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?”


    Without hesitation, the officer jabbed Nishida’s forehead with the muzzle of his gun.


    Nishida cried out as sharp pain spread across his forehead, the cold metal leaving arge bruise. Just as he was about tosh out, the officer spoke again, his tone icy: “You’ve got three seconds to stick your hands out of the window, or don’t me me for what happens next.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Turning to his team, the officer instructed, “If this guy doesn’tply in three seconds, hit him with the Taser.”


    The Taser, a police weapon that delivers high-voltage shocks, causes severe pain and muscle spasms without being fatal.


    Nishida quickly realized that his authority and reputation carried no weight here. Understanding that his status couldn’t save him this time, he watched as the officers drew their Tasers. Panicking, he said, “Alright, calm down! I’m getting out now!”


    The officer remained unmoved. “I told you to put your hands out of the window,” he snapped.


    Though confused, Nishidaplied. In the next moment, he found himself dragged through the window and mmed onto the ground, mirroring Takaoka Machi’s earlier humiliation.


    His fury boiled over, burning like an erupting volcano, but he had no chance to act. The officers swiftly handcuffed him, locking his hands behind his back before dragging him inside without hesitation.


    Meanwhile, the superintendent of police observed the operation with a stern expression. To prevent any escapes, the officers had deployed the most advanced technology, including thermal imaging equipment and over ten snipers. Even a mouse would have been spotted.<fne79a> The source of th?s content is find?novel</fne79a>


    The superintendent had given strict orders to the snipers: anyone exiting without raised hands and open palms was to be shot on sight.


    At that moment, two special police officers brought Takaoka Machi forward and reported, “Director, Takaoka Machi from the Inagawa-kai is here.”


    The Superintendent red at Takaoka Machi and asked coldly, “Takaoka, have you grown tired of peaceful living all these years, or are you simply tired of living?”


    Takaoka Machi forced a smile and said nervously, “Director Watanabe, this… this must be a misunderstanding, right?”


    “Misunderstanding?” The Superintendent’s voice turned icy. “How many people did you send to assassinate Tawanna Sweet?”


    “Well…” Takaoka Machi stammered before replying, “To be honest, Director Watanabe, I heard the Yamaguchi-gumi was nning to assassinate her. So, I sent my people—not to kill Tawanna but to prevent them from getting their hands on the hidden money. You see, there’s a one-billion-dor bounty on Tawanna’s life. If the Yamaguchi-gumi ims that money, the Inagawa-kai would be finished!”


    “Shut your mouth, Takaoka!” came an enraged shout. All eyes turned to see Hirohiro Nishida, sporting a nosebleed as he was escorted in.


    Nishida red at Takaoka and barked, “You Inagawa scum sent your people here for the same reason—to kill that American woman!”


    Takaoka retorted, “No! I was trying to stop you, a disgrace, from killing her and tarnishing Japan’s international reputation!”


    “Shut up, you liar!” Nishida snapped, his anger boiling over. “Your Inagawa-kai just wants to steal the billion-dor bounty for yourselves! Do you think Director Watanabe is stupid enough to believe your self-righteous nonsense?”


    The Superintendent of Police bellowed, “Enough! Silence!”


    Both men reluctantly stopped arguing, though their res at each other remained venomous.


    The Superintendent fixed his gaze on the two and said in a cold, authoritative tone, “You have ten seconds. Order all your people toe out. Every single one of them musty down their weapons, surrender, raise their hands, and form a line. Anyone who resists, hesitates, or poses a threat will be shot on the spot!”