Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2451 - 2289: A Day Trip

Chōsei.

A member of the organization.

Such matters.

It's far better to command organization members directly to perform the checks without leaving any trails, instead of relying on authority to make underlings do it and risk exposure.

Sensible.

Lawful.

In accordance with rules.

This approach is what his role demands he maintain publicly. With immense authority as the department leader, he's constantly watched by numerous parties.

He's treading a dangerous path.

Except.

The whole department falls under total command, yet that's unfeasible. This vital agency is riddled with observers from conglomerates, the Imperial Family, and Cabinet officials.

Thus.

No single person can dominate it.

All at once.

The idea of the organization surfaced in his mind.

Yet.

In the following instant, he dismissed it with a shake of his head. Though formidable, the organization couldn't possibly wield such influence. This is, after all, Japan's central intelligence hub.

Should the organization truly pull this off.

Then.

It signifies a single reality.

---The organization has seized control over all of Japan.

Ha!

Impossible.

…

Meanwhile.

“What? Chōsei’s handling it?” Yuichi got the update and froze in shock. He pondered inwardly, this spells trouble. Without solid proof, that stubborn fellow.

Will absolutely cling to his standards.

Still.

No alternative exists. Kawamoto Chōsei resists all sway, embodies unyielding stiffness to the utmost, yet excels remarkably in his duties, climbing to section chief.

Ahead.

His career holds boundless promise.

Surrender?

Never.

Yuichi refused to yield.

Right away.

He went to Watanabe, pleading sincerely that he possessed the drive and skills to manage the situation, only to face Watanabe’s icy stare.

“Oh?”

“Are you challenging my choice?”

“I wouldn’t presume.”

Yuichi, hearing this, broke out in cold sweat and bowed his head low.

This statement.

Struck deep into his heart.

Besides.

Why the fury from Watanabe?

“Hmph!”

“You appear quite close to Yūsuke.” Watanabe abruptly brought up a name, causing Yuichi’s frame to shudder uncontrollably.

This individual.

Belongs to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Perhaps.

Watanabe is aware?

No.

He surely is. Why else mention Yūsuke? As Yuichi panicked, Watanabe’s tone rang out once more, “Remember our duties.”

“Moreover.”

“The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has no say in how our department conducts its affairs.”

“Go, this issue ends here, no repeats allowed.”

Now.

Yuichi fully grasped why Watanabe blocked him from leading. It stemmed from displeasure at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department meddling.

Certainly.

This incident.

If in his shoes, learning his team liaised with outsiders to disrupt internal matters, he’d rage too, leaving Yuichi gripped by dread.

“Yes!”

“My error this time, I vow no recurrence.”

After uttering.

He withdrew with utmost respect.

…

“Ka!”

The door shut.

“Phew!”

Yuichi exhaled deeply, mopping the sweat from his brow, grateful Watanabe let it slide. Had he not, serious repercussions awaited.

Dismissal wasn’t probable, but some reprimand was certain. If Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department superiors had directly lobbied Watanabe, success might have followed.

However.

This isn’t a big scandal, so their top brass wouldn’t intervene to dodge impropriety. In truth, this was just a mid-level bid for recognition.

Watanabe couldn’t care less.

And.

How did he find out?

Ah!

Fine.

Leading Japan’s premier intelligence body, lacking shrewdness would bar him from such heights. One had to respect Watanabe’s vigilant safeguards.

At present.

Yuichi’s enthusiasm for any acclaim has vanished entirely. No gains, only complications stirred. Currently, he yearns to distance himself from this affair.

…

Post Yuichi’s departure.

In the office,

A smirking Watanabe lingered. The thrill of mastery felt utterly gratifying, convinced this would deepen Yuichi’s deference toward him.

Blissful!

The remainder.

Organization affiliates will manage, while he ensures the narrative fits perfectly without gaps. Outsider agencies encroaching on internal operations provides the ideal cover.

Any questions.

Can be addressed.

…

Shortly after.

Ling Kun had barely stepped from the vehicle into the interrogation chamber. Regarding his prospects, he harbored no optimism anymore. After all, this stood as Japan’s foremost intelligence outfit.

Once entered.

Exiting.

Proves arduous!

Rumors spoke of brutal figures within.

Yet.

Events unfolded contrary to his expectations. Grilled by a man called Kawamoto Chōsei, he responded sequentially, steadfastly rejecting any wrongdoing.

Still.

Differing from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department’s bullying and pressure, Kawamoto Chōsei, though speaking coldly, displayed zero intent to force an admission.

Ultimately.

He even openly noted the evidence’s numerous inconsistencies.

“…”

To note.

Such candor, do they fear superiors discovering the transcript and issuing rebukes? He eyed Kawamoto Chōsei’s aides and the cameras.

He could merely lament: Either naive or powerfully supported.

Concluding the session.

Kawamoto Chōsei rose.

“Mr. Ling Kun, our probe into your matter persists. Should innocence prove true, we’ll absolutely vindicate you.” With that, he departed casually.

“Thank you.”

That afternoon.

Ling Kun hadn’t settled into the chilly chair.

“Mr. Ling Kun, we’ve fully examined your concerns. It was a frame-up. Get changed; we’re escorting you back home now.”

Hearing this.

Ling Kun stood stupefied.

…

United States.

Tang Qing’s sprawling estate.

Morning.

Awakening.

“What?”

“Freed?”

Receiving his wife’s elated report, Ge Feng was taken aback before joy surged, “Wonderful, as long as he’s fine, but... what occurred?”

Ge Feng inquired.

Following.

After absorbing his wife’s account, Ge Feng could only stare wide-eyed. He’d assumed shifting oversight to the agency mirrored a CIA detention in America.

If surviving, at least stripped bare.

Inconceivably.

He entered.

And fate flipped abruptly.

Detained that day.

Released the same day.

Damn!

This likely breaks records, doesn’t it? When did Japan’s intel core become so swift, outpacing the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in mockery.

Furthermore.

The capture stayed covert, allowing Ling Kun to resume his role as Osaka Prefecture’s Deputy Governor, merely wishing his father-in-law bears no enduring mental scars.

…

In truth.

Ling Kun bore no such scars. No abuse occurred, and in similar scenarios, confinement often stretches to years.

A week.

A single-day jaunt at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Intelligence agency.

The rapid in-and-out pace hardly inflicted any mental trauma on Ling Kun; he found the twists profoundly theatrical.

Believed it a disaster.

Unexpectedly.

It swiftly reversed.

And restored to duty, though the post grated somewhat, Osaka Prefecture’s Deputy Governor; across years, his connections remain solid.

However.

When crisis struck.

Few offered aid, despite suppressed news, high-placed contacts ought to have learned... alright, no faulting them.

Regular troubles, assisting poses no risk.

Espionage entanglements, who would dare?

This instance.

He could only quietly appreciate the department’s case-handling section chief, stern in manner yet fair and unbiased in action.