My Life as a Police Officer in Tokyo
In 1992, just after Japan's economic bubble burst and as public security began to deteriorate, Xu Tianze’s soul finds itself inhabiting the body of a criminal detective named Hidenobu Aoyama. The moment he opens his eyes, he realizes he’s tightly bound with ropes. At the dawn of the new century, an authoritative magazine declared: though Japan lost a decade starting from the 1990s, they also gained a legendary figure like Hidenobu Aoyama. In response, some Japanese citizens retorted: “Baka! We’d rather lose another hundred years than have this national traitor!” PS: The protagonist is a wayward rogue—reckless in his actions, ruthless in his decisions. This is a pure power fantasy. If that’s not your taste, please look elsewhere. The author already has two completed works with tens of thousands of subscribers, so you can join in with confidence.
My Life as a Police Officer in Tokyo
“Bastard! Stop it! Ah! Yamete!”
His eyelids felt as heavy as mountains, impossible to open no matter how hard he tried. His mind was groggy, caught between waking and dreaming. Amid the haze, a string of vaguely familiar Japanese words reached Xu Tianze’s ears, making him curse inwardly.
Damn, which uncivilized idiot is blasting porn out loud?
Here I am, with the door closed—disgusting! Shameful!
Wait, why does my head hurt so much?
Before Xu Tianze could ponder the reason, a flood of alien memories surged into his brain. After a brief spell of bewilderment, he finally understood his current predicament.
He… had transmigrated.
Originally, he was a businessman in America, mainly engaged in “talent introduction” projects for the underworld—taking money to send people down below.
Commonly known as a hitman.
As a paragon in his field, he had no feelings, but he had money. Having made enough, he was preparing to retire early and wash his hands of the business. Yet, after a single night’s sleep, his soul awoke in the body of a Japanese man in 1992!
Now, his name was Hidenobu Aoyama, a police officer in the Firearms and Narcotics Division at the Shinjuku Police Station in Tokyo.
As his muddled mind gradually cleared, he noticed something even more troubling.
He seemed to be tied up.
“Baka! Okita, I’ll catch you with my own hands, you bastard! I’ll see you rot in jail!”
“Oh? Is that so? But officer, you can hardly take care of yourself right now.”
A woman’s furious rebuke, a man’s mocking
