Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 106 The End of Operation Seoul

Looking at the two white and one black people, Fujiwara Masato was filled with emotion. They simply surrendered without fighting. This was really beyond his expectation.

Then he used third-person vision to scan around and looked at the weapons and equipment on the table. Fujiwara Masato also discovered why these three guys were neutral units.

These are three arms dealers, and judging from their clothes and weapons, they are still three moles who took goods from the US military stationed in South Korea.

It is not uncommon news for US soldiers to sell their surplus weapons privately in exchange for money. It is basically an open secret.

So, these three people... Zhen Zhen Zhen.

Paul didn't know what Masato Fujiwara was thinking. He was drying his armpits and looked at the eight people wearing full American equipment in front of him, only holding AK74 rifles in their hands. He felt happy.

Sure enough, these Americans are doing private work, and judging from the appearance and temperament of these people, they are still Seal people. As for why they use AK, it is better to understand.

When you do bad things, you definitely don't use your own weapons.

"Brother, brother, we are our own people. Don't worry, we understand the rules. We won't tell anyone what happened tonight!" Paul tried his best to say to the suspected leader in front of him, working hard for his own life.

They are all second-hand weapons, but they have been well maintained and are in good overall condition. The rifling is slightly worn, and they have just passed the running-in period. They can be fired after being loaded with bullets. They are easier to use than new guns that have just left the factory.

The latter subconsciously took the thing, opened it, and was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took out the contents.

The sea lions walking out noticed the movement behind them. They quickly turned around and pointed their guns at the running Paul.

After ten minutes of rattling and looking at all the equipment from the inside out, the two came to the same answer.

Seeing the weapons and ammunition being quickly put into bags and boxes, and when they were about to be taken away, Lao Hei couldn't help holding his hands high.

Yes, Paul was holding American knives in his hand, and there were two large bundles of them. He quickly opened the edge and pulled out a few pieces for inspection.

"How much money is there?"

No one among the sea lions paid attention to Brother Hei's words, and no one paid attention to Paul's actions. They packed up their things and left, including the firearms that the three of them had planned to use.

"Brother, those weapons belong to us. We haven't sold them yet. If you take them away, we will go bankrupt..."

"About 150,000 U.S. dollars... We made a profit. The profit is about 130,000 U.S. dollars." As he spoke, Paul suddenly raised his head, threw the money into the arms of his men, and ran away. Rush outside.

"Beautiful sword!?"

Guys like this who take weapons from the US military and sell them out are definitely good people. They cannot be allowed to lose money and must be protected.

Volunteer No. 1 did not pay attention to Paul immediately. Instead, he and Jack first inspected the American equipment placed on the table.

Bai Jiahei next to him turned his head to look, and their originally depressed faces turned into surprise.

Paul's eyes widened. He rushed over quickly and covered Brother Hei's mouth to prevent him from saying anything else.

Everyone loves free stuff, and free good stuff is even better.

"Put these weapons away."

It's real money, and it's still in large denominations of one hundred, and there are no small denominations.

This money was found by Giyu No. 1 from a safe in the villa, bundled one after another. A rough count showed that there were several large bags. When leaving, Masato Fujiwara specifically asked the former to take out two bundles of beautiful knives. Throw it to Paul.

But before Yiyong No. 1 left, he threw a brown paper bag containing something towards Paul.

So, Captain Jack said to the sea lions.

At this moment, Paul was not afraid at all. He trotted up to Yiyong No. 1 with a flattering smile, slowly reached out and took out a business card from his trouser pocket, and then handed it to the latter with both hands.

"Wait a minute, brother, this is my business card. If you need it, you can call me. I can deliver to any country where the US military is stationed. My weapons are high quality and low price, and I offer discounts in large quantities!"

Yiyong No. 1 nodded, took away the business card, put it in his pocket, and turned around to leave. Paul stood there as if he was the owner of the villa, waving his hand and watching the group leave. Go and disappear into the night.

This scene was seen by Fujiwara Masato, and he almost died laughing. He was originally sleepy, but now he temporarily became energetic.

Yiyong No. 1 and others disappeared, and then Bai and Hei ran out and stood next to Paul.

"Brother, what were you doing out here just now?" the white man asked curiously.

"It's rare to find such generous buyers to win over customers." Paul sighed sincerely.

“In a situation like the one just now, it would be okay for these people to kill us all, or just take away the weapons.

But after they confirmed that we had nothing to do with that Korean guy, they took away our guns and were willing to pay a reasonable amount of money to buy weapons. They were obviously a group of decent people and a group of rich people. "Paul sighed.

"When you meet people like this, it would be a shame not to develop them into customers."

"But brother, such a person can't survive in the black community in the United States?" The black brother was very puzzled.

"This is a code-by-code thing. If you don't understand, you don't understand. Just listen to me. I can ensure that you live and make money." Paul was too lazy to argue with his subordinates.

In a gang, one smart person is enough, but having more is not good.

Paul and his men took the money and were about to leave. At this time, the Korean police seemed to have confirmed that all the criminals had left the scene, and the sharp whistle finally sounded.

Four or five police cars came from a distance and stopped in the open space in front of the villa. More than ten or twenty Korean policemen rushed in with guns, looking extremely heroic.

Well, it is certain that before these Koreans came, they must have known through the cameras that the thugs who committed the crime had left, so they behaved like this.

The three Pauls who failed to leave in time were blocked by these Korean police, but they did not panic at all and were even very arrogant.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, do you want to rebel, do you want to take action against the US military!?" Paul shouted angrily at the two Korean policemen who pointed guns at him and wanted to come over and search him.

The huge voice and confident attitude immediately confused the latter.

Paul felt that just yelling was not enough and could not reflect his dignity as a US military officer. Therefore, he stepped forward and slapped two Seoul policemen holding pistols to the ground with two big ear-scrapers.

After seeing the other Korean police officers around, not one of them dared to step forward to stop him. Only the police officer leading the team ran over, persuaded him in fluent American English, and took his arm.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I will punish them when I go back..."

After hearing this, Paul angrily stopped and kicked the thigh of the two of them on the head. He wiped his hands and said to the police officer with side eyes. "You go in and clean up. The owner and bodyguard of this villa are dead. It was not the three of me who did it. We were there to discuss a business deal with him.

The attackers cleared the villa within three minutes. They saw the military uniforms we were wearing, so they didn't fire on us. As for who they were, I don't know.

That's it, I'm leaving first. If you have anything else to do, come to the Seoul base to find me. My name is Sergeant Paul, a SEAL. "

With that said, Paul led Bai and Hei to a police car in a swaggering manner, and grabbed a person and shouted at him to drive them back to the US military's Yongsan base in Seoul.

The caught police officer did as he was told. He sat obediently in the driving seat and drove the three Pauls away.

Look at this arrogant look, yes, these three people are indeed decent U.S. military heavenly soldiers. If they are fakes, they will not have such a taste at all, and they will not be able to do such things.

"Sir, this..." A police officer came over to ask. The senior police officer who was questioned shook his head.

"We can't control this matter. You guys go in and seal off the scene. I'll find someone to make a report and ask my superiors to send someone to negotiate with the US military."

It was said to be a negotiation, but in fact the police officer also knew that there would basically be no follow-up to the matter at this point.

The men at the Blue House overhead would not care about this matter, and could not care about it. It was just a congressman who died, and it was very possible that this congressman was not killed by the US military.

If Americans want to get rid of a congressman, they don't need to do this at all. They can just blow the whistle and let the prosecutor do the work.

The prosecutor in South Korea is like the iron chain that the United States uses to tie a dog's neck. If the dog is disobedient, the latter can teach the dog a profound lesson by pulling the iron chain.

The disobedient South Korean presidents in the past generations have sent you to prison for "retirement". A mere congressman is nothing.

Therefore, no matter how we investigate this matter, it will not be traced to the Americans.

This is the tragedy of not having national sovereignty. Even the South Korean government does not dare to even think about driving away the US troops, because if the Americans run away, their northern neighbors will move south.

The last time our northern neighbors moved south, Americans came to resist. If the latter were driven away by us, and the last incident happened again, it would be up to the Koreans themselves to resist.

Although the Koreans are invincible on the Internet and their military strength is known as the second in the world, in fact, they know best whether their own army can fight.

A tough mouth does not mean a tough hand.

Therefore, what happened tonight is destined to come to nothing in the end.

The South Korean official force's "stand-by" finally caused panic among the remaining leaders of the True Christianity on the second day.

Some people drove away and some people publicly declared on the Internet that they had left Christianity and were incompatible with this religion.

There are also people who are begging grandpa and grandma everywhere, trying to contact those mysterious people and preparing to buy their lives with money.

As a result, Fujiwara Masato slept until about three o'clock in the afternoon. After getting up and washing up, he opened the system mini-map and located it in Seoul, South Korea, and took a closer look.

Hey, out of the thirty or so hostile targets that existed last night, why are there only two or three kittens left now?

Where did everyone else go, dead, or what? System map is out of order?
Masato Fujiwara, who is far away in Tokyo, Japan, is confused and has no idea about the wind direction and movements in Seoul, South Korea.

But suddenly there are so many fewer targets. This is also a good thing for Fujiwara Kazuto. He can take back his power from South Korea as soon as possible. He only needs to leave one or two people to work illegally there. If he has no money, he will be embarrassed. .

For practicing True Christianity, Fujiwara Masato has almost earned an income of 20 million U.S. dollars, and he can guarantee that this amount of money is definitely only 2 cents out of 100. Most of the wealth of this cult will be lost. Koreans divided.

Therefore, Masato Fujiwara made up his mind to recruit some talents who could help him launder and transfer money before going to South Korea next time to make money.

Daisuke Inoshita has the ability in this area, but he is not suitable to participate in such a big thing. Using unreliable people to do big things will cause him to get burned if he is not careful.

Fujiwara Masato would rather give up this large sum of money than leave clues to the Koreans who can find him

Okay, don't think too much, let's start killing. There are only the last three left. Kill them as soon as possible, and review with peace of mind in Tokyo early to prepare for the exam.

At noon, Huang Mao attacked again. This time, the remaining three targets were a bit difficult to deal with. They were all like this, and they were basically die-hard elements.

A target was hiding in the sewer, which caused Huang Mao to wander around the area for a long time, and finally the target location was determined due to his movement.

The target of the second mission was hiding in the interrogation room of a police station. Huang Mao dyed his hair black, put on the clothes of a delivery boy, sneaked in, pretended to deliver food, and successfully sent a time bomb in, blowing up the former. die.

The third mission goal is incredible. This idiot bought a yacht from nowhere, and then drove it and hid on the high seas.

How can I put it, this move really hits Fujiwara Masato's weakness. Even if he runs into the deep mountains and old forests, the former can send NPC subordinates to chase him all the way, and the latter runs to the sea. That's really terrible. It’s head-scratching.

Even though he knew his specific location, this guy still made Masato Fujiwara want to give up.

After hesitating for a day, Fujiwara Masato gritted his teeth and decided to get rid of the evil. He asked Huang Mao to find the two stowaways. After spending money to get a boat and helmsman from them, he drove the boat and followed him to the high seas.

Taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, Huang Mao jumped onto the boat with difficulty and used a dagger to wipe the throat of the sleeping target of the mission. Only then did he complete the task perfectly.

Finally, when leaving the boat, Huang Mao did not forget to install a time explosive at the bottom of the yacht, destroying the body and eliminating traces.

As the last mission target sank into the deep sea, Masato Fujiwara also began to deal with the aftermath of this incident.

First of all, all the weapons and equipment used in this Seoul operation were sold to the system store, recycled at a low price, and no longer used.

Although I don't know what the situation is in Seoul, but after killing so many people, I have to be more cautious, otherwise if someone chases my tail and kills Japan, I will be in trouble.

Secondly, the smuggler who helps people smuggle people... doesn't seem to need anything.

Because the people who smuggled themselves into South Korea from Japan were axe-ren, not Huangmao, and the former was not directly involved in any action at all. At most, he just drove past the crime scene as a melon-eater within one kilometer of the crime scene. , parked on the roadside.

If someone can still trace Ax Ren and think that he is one of the criminals, then Masato Fujiwara will be convinced.

The ability of the case investigators is purely metaphysical divination. You can directly find Masato Fujiwara's head. There is no need to go around in circles and waste everyone's time.

Therefore, after a little thought, Fujiwara Masato gave up the idea of ​​cleaning up the snakeheads, because besides South Korea, there are other countries that also need the help of such people.

In addition, the identity of these two smugglers is not simple. They are believers of Mazu from a large eastern country. If they mess with them for no reason, it is easy to offend Mazu.

Fujiwara Masato is not afraid of offending Jesus, because he is like that now and has no ability in modern society. But Mazu is different. This is the God of Poseidon, and she is in charge of visas around the world.

Therefore, after considering many aspects, the snakehead survived.

(End of this chapter)