Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 130 Trip to Manila ()
The high efficiency of the Wright Motorcycle Party was something Fujiwara Masato had never expected. They only agreed to pay the deposit at noon that day, and brought ten Japanese people to the hotel in the evening, and they were still alive.

"You guys did a great job." Huang Mao, who was at the door of the room, looked at the prisoners crowded inside and praised rarely.

Among the ten Japanese people, he wanted to be five targets inside, and he also bought one and got one free and gave out five more.

Like a giant monkey, Joshua rubbed his hands in front of Huang Mao and grinned.

Since Joshua did a good job and exceeded expectations, he should be rewarded. This is the will of the boss. Therefore, Huang Mao first took out three stacks of green US dollars from his arms and handed them to the former.

Then Huang Mao waved to the subordinate next to him, took the brown paper from his hand, and handed it to Joshua together.

"Here is thirty thousand, which is the salary we agreed upon, and here is fifty thousand, which is a reward for your perfect work!"

"Really!" Joshua was overjoyed. He quickly took the money, and then counted the money on the spot with three of his confidants.

In fact, when Joshua brought people here tonight, he was a little scared.

afraid of what?
I am afraid that these men in black will violate the agreement, refuse to pay the remaining balance, and kill the Wright Motorcycle Gang in order to cover up their existence...

However, after thinking of Huang Mao's face, Joshua shuddered and did not dare to continue thinking about it. He had a hunch that if he did this, the former would definitely take it out without hesitation. Kill yourself with weapons.

They are one of the masterminds behind the human traffickers' gang, cadres of criminal organizations, and pioneers of a new era of crime... Fujiwara Masato couldn't think of how to describe these clever methods for a while.

In the whole of Southeast Asia, credibility is the most useless thing.

Therefore, Joshua still brought people to the hotel honestly. Either he might die or he would definitely die. He chose the former.

However, it was thirty thousand US dollars. Joshua, who was really reluctant to part with such a large amount of money, decided to take the risk. He also thought about whether to put the goods elsewhere, then come over to get the money first, and finally take someone to pick up the goods.

And by giving the outsourcing unit an extra $50,000, a total of $100,000 is spent, which is not a loss for poker, and can even be considered a very cost-effective business.

They used the Internet to operate Japanese crimes and hid in a prison in the Philippines. Even if they were discovered by the Japanese police, because there are no extradition regulations between the Philippines and Japan, the Japanese government could not do anything to them.

If it hadn't been for the advent of poker, no one knows how long these five people could have been free.

Then, will these card bugs and these guys who are playing outside the scope of Japanese law have no money?
One hundred thousand US dollars is nothing to the savings of these people. As long as Huang Mao works hard and tries some means, he will definitely be able to get a lot of gold coins on them.

To put it simply, these people are bugs in the diplomacy of stuck countries.

Reputation?

Now that he can get additional rewards, Joshua is naturally overjoyed.

Fujiwara Masato did not forget the five Japanese who were captured. What did they do?

In the Philippines, large gang organizations often do this kind of thing.

However, before exploding the gold coins, Fujiwara Masato still has one problem to solve...

"Ding ding ding..." This was Huang Mao's cell phone ringing. He picked it up and put it to his ear for a while, then put it down. The originally slightly joyful face returned to calmness.

Joshua, who was counting the money, realized something was wrong. He hurriedly put the money into his pocket and asked quickly. "what happened?"

"There are enemies, more than a hundred people coming towards us."

"Ah!?" The Filipino monkey was stunned for a moment, and he quickly reacted.

"It must be the Madison Gang. San Juan Prison is their territory. These Japanese are their customers. They came to the door..."

After saying that, Joshua ran out with his little brother in a panic, apparently wanting to leave the hotel and escape on a motorcycle.

Huang Mao glanced at the Filipino monkey's back with disdain, but had no intention of trying to save them.

Run, why run, they are just some gangster scum.

Huang Mao carefully selected the three-story hotel in the slum at his feet. It is located in the middle of a Y-shaped intersection. As long as he sends people to the roof to set up machine guns and assault rifles, he can control the three surrounding streets under fire. within coverage.

With more than a hundred gang members, can each of them have a gun? Have they received basic military education and know how to advance and cooperate tactically to attack a machine gun fortress?

If they can't meet the above conditions, why should they capture this hotel?
Huang Mao waved his hand and asked the three subordinates holding the cello case to go to the top of the building, while he walked to the front desk.

The owner of the hotel was hiding behind the front desk. He realized that something was wrong, but he was reluctant to part with his only fixed asset. Therefore, he has been here from day to now, not going anywhere.

Huang Mao looked down at the hotel owner, who was so thin and dark that it was hard to tell how old he was. He looked back with a look of numb resignation in his eyes.

Huang Mao took out a stack of beautiful knives from his arms, slapped it on the table, and pushed it forward.

"Come on, there's going to be a war here."

rich!

The numbness in the boss's eyes was swept away. He quickly picked up the money, roughly counted the amount, then got up and ran out, running fast and neatly, not looking like an old man at all.

Hey, why didn't you say earlier that you would compensate me with money? I thought you were going to beat the house to pieces here and then come and prostitute me for free.

Since you gave me the money, feel free to beat me as you please. After the beating, I will come back with a mop and bucket to help you wash the floor, wash away the blood, and pick up the bullet casings. I will definitely not leave any traces for the police to know!

The hotel owner left, and the four riflemen following Huang Mao took assault rifles and began to occupy all the doors and windows on the first floor, preparing to engage the enemy.

At the same time, on the roof of the hotel, three riflemen also found a place to set up the M249 squad light machine gun they brought.

These three light machine guns equipped with 100-round ammunition belts are American-made weapons purchased by Masato Fujiwara from a group of arms dealers in South Korea. The price is much cheaper and more cost-effective than the light machine guns he purchased from the system store.

Although the firearms are second-hand goods, they have been properly maintained, and the service life of the barrel has not exceeded half, and there is no risk of explosion. Overall, the weapons and equipment purchased by Masato Fujiwara are of high quality and low price.

Now, these American-made weapons will be used to attack a group of ignorant Filipinos.

"Be ready for battle and await my orders."

(End of this chapter)