Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 122 Impatient
Fujiwara Masato was not particularly familiar with Inoshita Ryoka. New Year's Eve was the first time the two parties formally met each other. Then in the next month or two, because he often visited Inoshita's house, he and Inoshita Ryoka gradually became friends. Become familiar.

Fujiwara Masato's attitude toward Ryoka Inoshita is positive. Who wouldn't like such a cute sister-in-law who is lively, always clings to her, but has never caused any trouble?
When Masato Fujiwara knew that Ryoka Inoshita had been kidnapped by human traffickers, his first reaction was anger, and his second reaction was even more shame and anger.

Masato Fujiwara still maintains a low profile, but after single-handedly leading the Pachinko Town incident in Tokyo and the Seoul incident in South Korea, his whole person has actually changed a lot. Masato Fujiwara began to feel confident and developed in another direction.

Even though he knew that he could do the above things only because of the system, this still made Masato Fujiwara inevitably proud.

He is proud of the power he possesses, and feels that he is a big shot who can easily decide the life and death of others. What happened to Ryoka Inoshita undoubtedly punched Masato Fujiwara in the face and woke him up from his complacency.

Wake up, my sister-in-law can’t even protect you, what kind of awesome person are you!

Therefore, although Fujiwara Masato did not say it, he was already feeling angry, and the anger continued to burn his endurance and reason.

When a van rushed out of a residential street at high speed in a violent manner, the bosozoku gathered on the street immediately dispersed.

It's human traffickers!
As long as Fujiwara Masato opens the mini map, he will find that hostile villains have appeared. There are five people in the van rushing forward, and the former is a human trafficker.

It was obvious that the bosozoku blocking the road and monitoring the traffickers were not professional and cautious enough, which led to the former discovering anomalies and launching a desperate breakout operation.

"No. 1, fire, stop this car for me!"

In fact, when the driver saw that the seven or eight guys blocking the road in front not only did not hide, but instead took out something that looked bad in the middle of the road, and then moved forward neatly, the driver was frightened.

Seeing the van rushing from the depths of the residential street, Masaki Aiko's expression changed drastically. She took Fujiwara Masato's hand and was about to run to the side of the road.

Therefore, what Fujiwara No. 5 did was to wave No. to stay next to the boss. He led the remaining five people in a line, then took out the MP submachine gun from the inside of his clothes and pushed forward uniformly.

If a tire explodes, it will instantly break the overall balance of the car and cause the car's driving direction to deviate.

Fujiwara Masato's upgrade to Fujiwara No. 1 was effective. His intelligence and knowledge reserves made the latter obviously know that blowing out one tire of a car is more dangerous than blowing out two at the same time.

The bosozoku ran away in a panic, and many of them didn't even care about their cars.

So much so that when the tires were smashed by bullets and the car swerved to the left, the already frightened driver subconsciously stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to the right.

Just like now, five human traffickers drove a van with the accelerator pressed to the floor, rushing out in a narrow and crowded residential street, knocking over a number of roadside debris and two unlucky guys, without any intention of relaxing the accelerator.

Before the trafficker driver could do anything, Fujiwara No. 1 had already stopped with his people, and then six submachine guns fired three times at the tires of the van. In an instant, nearly twenty rounds of bullets flew towards the front left wheel of the van.

Fujiwara Masato waved his hand and broke away from Masaki Aiko's pull. He stood there, standing in the middle of the street, and his anger made him fearless.

Now the front left wheel of this van was hit by eighteen rounds of submachine gun bullets. This is undoubtedly the worst situation. The wheel is no longer as simple as a puncture, but the entire wheel is riddled with bullets, and becomes Into a pile of scrap metal.

The rubber on the wheel was immediately thrown away by the still-rotating wheel hub, and then the bare wheel hub continuously collided with the ground. Sparks flew everywhere and was severely deformed. It even caused the van to yaw to the left and crash into the roadside. Residential walls.

Among criminals, human traffickers and drug dealers often react more crazily than ordinary criminals when they encounter things because they do so immoral things.

The van that was traveling at high speed rolled over due to the twisting back and forth.

Fujiwara No. 1 received the order, but he did not fire immediately because the target was a bit far away, about a hundred meters away. The accuracy of firing now could not be guaranteed, and it was very likely that the victims who might be on the car would be accidentally injured. .

This was a more tragic traffic accident than a van hitting a wall. The car fell heavily on the ground and the window glass shattered immediately. The driver who was not wearing a seat belt was thrown out and was still sliding forward. The van was run over.

The intention of the trafficker driver was to get the van back on track and avoid hitting the wall. However, his operation did not allow the van to hit anything, but a worse result occurred.

Thanks to the technology and production experience in modern society, not many drivers have experience in dealing with tire blowouts. The trafficker's desperado driver happened to have no such experience. He was just not afraid of hitting someone to death.

The trafficker driver driving the van is a desperado who is indifferent to human life, but this does not mean that he does not care about his own life.

If the two front wheels explode at the same time, this will give the car a strange overall balance. The driving direction will not deviate much, and the driver will easily correct the car out of control.

Fujiwara No. 1 looked at the van that was crashing towards him. At this time, he lost his temper and hurriedly led the people to hide on both sides.

Fujiwara Masato did not need to avoid it, because the van had already lost its kinetic energy before it slid in front of him, and it lay quietly on its side on the ground, motionless.

Masato Fujiwara strode towards the van, followed closely by Masaki Aiko and Fujiwara No.2.

As soon as the former approached the car, he heard moans and howls coming from inside. It was obvious that the people inside had suffered huge injuries after the car overturned, which made Masato Fujiwara immediately anxious.

"Quickly, open the door and bring out the people inside!"

Armed bodyguards swarmed over. They smashed the glass with their rifle butts, opened the deformed car door with brute force, and pulled out all the people in the car.

Then, Fujiwara Masato discovered that there were four people in the car, three men and one woman, but Ryoka Inoshita was not there.

Suddenly, Masato Fujiwara thought of something that scared him, which made him reach out and grab the submachine gun from Fujiwara No. 2's hand, step forward and kick one of the four men to the ground, pointing the gun at his head.

"Tell me, where is the girl you kidnapped?"

"Who are you kidnapped girls? I don't know what you are talking about..." It was obvious that this trafficker was lucky.

At this moment, Fujiwara Masato had no time or mood to talk nonsense with this trafficker. He moved his hand downwards, pointed the gun at the latter's shoulder, and then pulled the trigger.

When the gunfire rang out, the bodies of the other two male and one female traffickers collectively shook. The trafficker who was shot was even worse. He just rolled on the ground and howled while holding his bleeding shoulder.

Masato Fujiwara put his foot on the injured trafficker's shoulder, fixed it, and raised it to his forehead.

"Tell me, where is he?" The injured male trafficker may have been overwhelmed by the pain, or he may be a diehard and feels that the consequences of telling the truth will be disastrous. In short, with the gun pointed at his head, he Still said nothing.

At this time, Masato Fujiwara really had no patience at all. Seeing this guy being so ignorant, he was about to pull the trigger and kill the trafficker... He was so angry that he didn't remember that this was his first time to kill someone.

"Wait a minute!" The female trafficker, who was suppressed on the ground by the armed bodyguards, saw the expression on Fujiwara Masato's face. She realized that the former had murderous intentions and immediately stopped her.

"She's in the back room, she's not hurt!"

Fujiwara Masato could not deny it. He nodded to Fujiwara No. 1, and No. 1 immediately took the two of them and ran to the residential street.

Soon, after ten minutes, the intercom on Fujiwara No. 2's shoulder rang.

"Boss, we found Ryoka Ishita. She was tied up hand and foot and thrown into the bathroom. No injuries were found on the outside."

"Very good." Fujiwara Masato nodded with satisfaction and showed a smile.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Masaki Aiko, the Bosozoku leader, and three other traffickers, he raised the gun again, and pulled the trigger on the trafficker, who was pale due to excessive bleeding on the ground. Blow his head off.

The head flew far away in the direction of the gun's muzzle, blood and brains splattered everywhere, and even a few drops of bright red fell on Masato Fujiwara's face, making him even more alluring to the already extremely handsome man.

"Ahhhhh..." The female trafficker, who was probably in her thirties, screamed in despair. She may have had some unclear relationship with the man who was beaten to death. She was acting very strange at this time. of sadness and despair.

Therefore, the woman trafficker looked at the body and she asked Fujiwara Masato hysterically.

"Why, I've told you everything, why do you still shoot, and why..."

"boom!"

The gunfire rang out again, and a large amount of blood oozed from the female trafficker's chest. She looked at Fujiwara Masato with wide eyes and disbelief, then slowly lowered her head to look at her chest, and finally fell back.

Why would I shoot?
Because human traffickers have no human rights!
This shot not only killed the female trafficker, but also scared the two traffickers next to them who had suffered bloody injuries from the car accident. They were shaking incessantly on one side, and one of them even had his crotch wet. The smell of urine filled the air.

This sudden second shot also frightened the captain of the Bosozoku Cockhead. He suddenly jumped behind Masaki Aiko, not daring to expose himself to Fujiwara Masato's sight.

The cockscomb head was now particularly afraid of Fujiwara Masato, who would kill someone if they disagreed. Suddenly he remembered what happened before, and then shot himself with a backhand.

On the contrary, as a little girl, Masaki Aiko was not afraid at all. On the contrary, she was looking at Fujiwara Masato with flooded eyes, revealing extremely complex emotions in her eyes.

Fujiwara Masato didn't pay attention to the completely opposite reactions of the two people behind him.

"Throw the two bodies into the car, then take these two guys away, conduct interrogation, and pry everything out of their mouths!"

"Yes." The armed bodyguard obeyed the boss's order and escorted the two traffickers into his car.

"Brother Masato!"

It was Ryoka Inoshita. After being rescued, she already knew from Fujiwara No. 1 who the person who came to rescue her was. She saw Masato Fujiwara from a long distance away.

So she ran all the way over, passed the overturned van, and swooped into Masato Fujiwara's arms.

Fortunately, the armed bodyguards were very capable. Before Ryoka Inoshita came over, they had already thrown the two corpses on the ground into the van, preventing Fujiwara Masato's sister-in-law from seeing anything that children should not see.

Although the scene was covered in blood because of the van's crushing of the driver and Fujiwara Masato's shooting, Ryoka Inoshita did not pay attention to these anomalies at this time.

"Ah, Brother Yaren, Brother Yaren...wuwuwu..."

"Okay, okay, you're safe. Stop crying. Don't put your snot and tears on my clothes. It's hard to wash them when I get back!"

As Fujiwara Masato spoke, he reached out and put his tall sister-in-law in his arms, and took her to another car without human traffickers. Masaki Aiko followed behind, staring at Ryoka Inoshita with her eyes fixed on her mouth. Pout slightly.

As soon as Fujiwara Masato put Ryoka Inoshita into the car, he heard "beep beep beep" coming from the distance.

"Don't worry, I can take care of it." Cockscomb Head, who looked less than thirty years old, jumped out at this moment, patting his chest as a guarantee.

You can handle it, but I fired and three people died on the scene! ?

Fujiwara Masato did not directly question it, because this was the helper Masaki Aiko found, and if it weren't for the help of Cockscomb Head in tracking, he would not have been able to find the human trafficker so quickly even with a systematic character log.

So, Fujiwara Masato turned his attention to Masaki Aiko, who said.

"No problem, Master. Mr. Kazuki Miki is the son of the Saitama Prefecture Municipal Agricultural Cooperative. He can handle this small matter."

Since Masaki Aiko said this, Fujiwara Masato believed the cockscomb head. He reached into his arms and took out a business card with only a phone number and name printed on it, and handed it to Miki Kazuki with both hands.

"In that case, I'll leave everything to you here. Here is my business card. If you need anything, you can call me."

"Ah, okay, I understand, I will take care of things!" Miki Kazuki took the business card in surprise.

Since the matter ended here, Fujiwara Masato was not in much mood to stay here anymore. After he got into the car with Masaki Aiko, the two cars quickly started and headed towards Tokyo.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't reported to your parents yet that I'm safe. Here, this is my phone number, Liangxiang, please call..."

(End of this chapter)