Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 129 Trip to Manila ()
After this accident, Huang Mao realized that it was undoubtedly dangerous for a person to walk in the slums of Manila, even though he had a gun and the ability to protect himself.

But when walking on the street, you encounter a wave of robbers and thieves. This is not something that makes people feel happy.

So, after thinking for a while, he turned around and walked into a dirty public toilet on the roadside. When he came out again, Huang Mao was followed by two subordinates also wearing black coats.

When he was walking alone on the street, children who might have part-time jobs dared to come up to him to ask for money, hoping to grab Huang Mao and run away while he was taking out his wallet.

And when three men in black walked together in the streets of the slums, not even the technical women and motorcycle guys soliciting customers dared to approach these people.

People who are not discerning will think that these three guys in black coats are pretenders, wearing clothes that are inappropriate for the environment in such a sultry place like the Philippines.

When people with eyes look at them, they will subconsciously stay away from them. Not to mention the expressions and breaths on the faces of the three people, just say that the clothes on the latter's bodies swing abnormally when they walk around. There is an iron thing hanging on the inside of the clothes.

This deliberate behavior was like a mosquito repellent, which effectively drove away the bad guys and ordinary people in the slums. No one dared to approach the Huang Mao trio.

This is good news, but the bad news is that the behavior of the three of them was too conspicuous. Huang Mao took the people to a hotel that looked okay and did not require identification, and opened a three-bed room.

Not long after the three entered the room, Huang Maocai laid a city map of Manila on the bed. When he was about to make an action plan, there was a knock on the door. The three immediately reached out and took out the Ingram submachine gun from their arms and pointed it at the door.

After the three Filipinos actually walked into the room, they saw Huang Mao standing in front of the bed and the two vigilante riflemen behind him. Naturally, they could clearly see the Ingram and offensive grenades in the hands of the two people behind him.

Huang Mao waited patiently for a few more minutes. He used this time to summon some reinforcements, who appeared one kilometer away. Huang Mao ordered them to rush around the hotel.

"OK!"

Huang Mao and the others remained vigilant because they knew that the person outside the door had not left.

The person outside the door was silent for a while, and then Huang Mao's sensitive hearing allowed him to hear the whispers coming from outside. Apparently, the Filipino gang members outside were gathering together to discuss things.

This stalemate lasted for several minutes. Finally, the people outside couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly outside the door in fluent English.

After a long time, the local gang members outside discussed the matter.

After the click of the door lock being opened, the door was gently pushed open, and a hand reached in. After shaking it a few times to show that he had no ill intentions, the door continued to be pushed open, and finally the person outside the door slowly walked away. Come in.

"Mind letting us know? We want a piece of the action!"

There is no special reason, just because if this thing is not trained, it is very likely to accidentally injure yourself and your companions. Secondly, it is also very easy to attract the attention of the Philippine military and police.

Huang Mao didn't respond. He just gently pulled the bolt of the submachine gun. Amidst the sound of the bolt moving back and forth and hitting the receiver, the annoying female voice outside the door immediately disappeared.

"I agree with your proposal. Now I'm going to bring two people in. Don't shoot!"

The knocking continued for a while, and when no response was received, a female voice shouted outside the door in English with a Filipino accent.

The Filipino standing at the front was the leader of the three. His exposed arms were covered with tattoos. Huang Mao took a quick look and saw that the tattoos included skulls, crosses, and oriental dragons. They were a combination of Chinese and Western, neither fish nor fowl.

For a hotel like this opened in a slum area of ​​Manila, there is no such thing as a waiter, and there is no security. When in danger, customers can only protect themselves. First of all, knocking on doors is basically not a good thing.

Three typical Filipinos came in, with a yellow appearance, but their skin color was darker, and they were shorter, with protruding facial features, buck teeth and protruding noses. Overall, they looked like three monkeys in clothes.

"Brother, do you need service?"

Especially grenades. When he saw this thing, the muscles on the face of the Filipino leader twitched for a moment. He was in a country with "uncontrollable arms". He had seen this thing many times, but few gangsters would Use it in street fights.

"If you dare to come in, I don't mind giving you a chance to make money." Huang Mao replied.

"Doing a business, a business that has nothing to do with Filipinos." Huang Mao also raised his voice to answer this. As he replied, he gestured to his two subordinates to take out grenades and prepare to throw them.

"Brother, we have no ill intentions towards you, it's just that this is our territory, and the three of you broke in with guns and scared our people, so we need to ask you what you want to do here!"

"Friends, please put down the weapons in your hands and let's have a good talk." He said so sincerely. After seeing the posture of these three people, the Filipino leader no longer had any ulterior motives.

Among these three guys, the man in black standing at the front is obviously a cold-blooded killer, the kind with a lot of human lives on his hands, which makes people feel cold just looking at him.

The two men at the back were not good at fighting either. Judging from their gun-holding postures and positions, they were obviously ruthless men who had military careers, the kind who would shoot and kill without any hesitation.

Huang Mao waved his hand back, and the two subordinates put the grenades and submachine guns back into their coats.

The three Filipinos visibly relaxed.

"My name is Joshua, the boss of the Wright Motorcycle Party, and this is my territory." The Filipino standing at the front introduced himself. He also extended his hand to Huang Mao, wanting to shake hands, as a sign of friendship.

Huang Mao looked at Joshua's rough palm, which obviously belonged to the working people, and then at his smile showing dark teeth. He grabbed the latter's hand and shook it gently. ,release.

"You can call me Jack of Spades. My purpose here is to kill five people."

"Wow, what a cool goal!" Joshua waved his hands in an exaggerated way.

"When I saw you, I knew that you were not Filipinos or ordinary people, but professional killers. So, can I know how much money you paid to kill people?

Don't get me wrong, we're not trying to steal your business, we just want to ask, do you want help? We can sell guns, or we can help run errands and find people! "

Huang Mao showed a smile, which made Joshua stop dancing subconsciously.

"Five Japanese, ten thousand dollars each, will you do it!?"

"Fuck!!!" Joshua suddenly raised his voice and said decisively without any hesitation.

“Ten thousand dollars to kill someone, not ten thousand pesos, right?”

Huang Mao didn't say anything, he just reached into his arms, then took out a dozen green banknotes and slapped them on Joshua's hand.

The Filipino, who claimed to be a member of the Wright Motorcycle Gang, immediately had his eyes shining, grabbed the U.S. bills, drooled on them and started counting them. Two hundred U.S. bills in one hundred denominations, yes, the money is real money, not Philippine imitations, and not Korean goods!

After confirming these two things, Binding's face was as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum. The younger brother standing on his left and right couldn't help but swallow his saliva, staring at the money in the former's hand.

One of them tried to reach out and touch the money, but was slapped hard on the face by Joshua, leaving a red palm mark, and then he calmed down.

"This is the deposit, 20,000 dollars, and the target is here." Huang Mao pointed to the map on the bed. Joshua quickly brought his younger brother over and looked at the map carefully.

After looking at it for a long time, Joshua looked back at Huang Mao with an awkward, flattering smile.

"Um, I can't read the map. Can you tell me where this place with the red line is?"

"San Juan Prison."

"Oh, I know this place. It's the territory of the Madison Gang." Joshua suddenly realized that he couldn't read the map, but as soon as he said the name, he could know what was going on there, and he could tell the gangsters entrenched there. Know everything.

"Five Japanese, they are in this San Juan prison. I don't know their names, but they can access the Internet and order takeout in the prison. I think they should be very special in the prison. You have to find them." They are easy."

Huang Mao continued.

As a local gang member in Manila, Joshua knew the situation in his country better than Huang Mao. As soon as he heard about this, he knew what was going on.

"These five Japanese must have bought the VIP service of the warden of San Juan. They live in single rooms with Internet cables in the prison, and they can also let the prison guards bring girls in at night." Joshua said with certainty, and then he started talking. change.

"Such VIP customers will receive special protection from the prison guards, so... ahem, that Jack of Spades, ten thousand dollars to kill one person, may not be enough..."

Huang Mao didn't speak. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Joshua. The two people behind the former quickly put their hands into their arms.

"Ah haha, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously... Fifty thousand US dollars is enough to kill five people!" Joshua laughed and quickly changed his tune.

"It's best this way." Huang Mao couldn't deny it.

"Go to work. I'll see the results in a week."

"No problem, no problem." Joshua smiled and patted Huang Mao's chest to assure him, and then he led the people backwards and left the room, closing the door gently.

After leaving the room, the smile on Joshua's lips was harder to suppress than AK's. He tried his best not to laugh and walked out of the hotel with seven or eight of his men in the corridor.

However, just after leaving the hotel, Joshua's smile froze, because on the roadside where five motorcycles were parked in front of the hotel, seven men in black coats were standing in a row silently, with a cold crowd around them. It's like it's snowing.

The cold temperament of the seven people on the roadside was exactly the same as that of the three people in the hotel. It was obvious that they were in the same group.

The old man couldn't stop laughing, and the other members of the Wright Motorcycle Party were also in a bad mood. These seven guys were too scary, and there were obviously guys in their arms. Only three of the nine of them had pistols, so they were obviously no match for them.

are you afraid?

Of course I'm afraid.

But no matter how scared I am, I have to leave here.

Therefore, these members of the Philippine Biker Party followed Joshua. Eight or nine of them cautiously stepped onto Wutai's motorcycle. Then they slowly and gently started the motorcycle, and then slowly left the place. Street.

After driving through the street intersection, he looked back to make sure that the people in black behind him could not see him, and then he twisted the accelerator hard and let the motorcycle fly towards his hometown.

At this moment, Joshua made up his mind to do this task seriously without any delay.

Joshua had a premonition that if he didn't work hard, he and his family would probably die on the streets. Although these guys were outsiders, they were obviously stronger than the Wright Motorcycle Gang.

There are weapons, people, and money!
I can't afford it, I really can't afford it.

After Joshua left, Huang Mao left alone and evacuated the place with his other subordinates.

This is what the boss means. Since you have already spent money to hire locals to do the fighting, let's ignore the Philippines for the time being and focus on Thailand first. After a week, we will see the results.

If these Filipino speedsters successfully complete their mission, Huang Mao will naturally abide by the agreement and give the remaining 30,000 dollars to these speedsters.

On the contrary, if the matter is not completed, or they simply take the money and run away, then I'm sorry, there will be a few more spots on Huang Mao's kill list.

If they take money and run away without doing anything, those Filipinos will definitely be hostile to Huang Mao. On the system's mini-map, they will have nowhere to escape.

It's okay if you don't have them. There are so many gangs in the Philippines that are paid to kill people. It's not a big deal for Masato Fujiwara to spend an extra sum of money to chase down the speedsters.

In fact, Joshua may be bragging, and his Wright Speeder Party may not be very powerful, with only a small number of people. However, he can really complete the task given to him by Huang Mao.

Maybe it was Huang Mao who shocked him so much that he didn't dare to be perfunctory or lazy. Joshua was very capable. That night he went to San Juan Prison in person, bypassing the prison warden and the police. Manage low-level gang members and find prison guards.

Then, Joshua spent 10,000 dollars and asked two prison guards to take the Japanese out of the VIP single room of the prison for any reason and gave them to members of the Wright Motorcycle Party outside the prison.

Because Joshua didn't know the specific appearance or name of the target, the two prison guards brought out a dozen Japanese people, both VIPs and non-VIPs from the prison, just to be on the safe side.

What, ten thousand dollars can bring VIP clients out of prison, isn't this a joke?
This is no joke, because the money paid by VIP customers is for the prison warden and gang members, and has nothing to do with the prison guards, and they can indeed get this ten thousand dollars.

After receiving the money, the two prison guards completed their "unilateral resignation" that night. After they divided the money, they went their separate ways and disappeared.

Wow, I have wanted to resign for a long time, but now with these five thousand dollars, I can play freely.

after?

What does it matter in the future? If you have money now, you will be happy now. If you have no money in the future, let’s talk about it later!

(End of this chapter)