Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 150 Misunderstanding ()

Fujiwara Masato had long expected that one day he would need to go underground from the bright side. After all, he was causing trouble all day long, commanding Huang Mao to either beat people here or ask Captain Jack to shoot over there.

Although the current response of the Japanese government and law enforcement agencies is somewhat slow, they cannot be expected to be fools. Fujiwara Masato also knows in his heart that one day the incident will come to light.

Therefore, when asking Huang Mao to do the task, Fujiwara Masato asked the latter to stock up on many temporary safe houses.

Now something happened, it just came in handy. After Masaki Aiko left, Fujiwara Masato sent a message to Inoshita Keiko. After a few days of leave, he and Fujiwara No. 1 quietly left the villa and went to a safe house in the suburbs of Tokyo. Lived up.

After arriving at the place and feeling temporarily safe, Fujiwara Masato began to think about the consequences that would lead him to such a situation.

"No matter where the problem is, it must have something to do with that guy in Thailand. Kill him first!"

Since the incident started because of that guy from Thailand, it means that the incident should end with him. Killing him is definitely the right thing!
With this simple idea, Fujiwara Masato opened the mini map and was stunned for a second.

"Wait a minute, how come the enemy villain and the last human trafficker gang of that guy in Thailand disappeared?
No matter what, the two villains disappeared, but I still remember their location and their names. I can send people there to find them. No matter what, I have to kill these bastards! "

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"I just went to contact Daisei Imori from the Tokyo Inagawa Association, and found that his phone number couldn't be reached either. He...may have had an accident. Boss, what should we do now?"

For example, a purchasing gang that disappeared in just a few days was discovered on the same day, and then the Yakuza cadres and subordinates were eliminated by special forces.

And what does this mean?
It means that the whole thing is fought between ourselves and our own people! He was able to react in such a short time, and he was able to send troops to run rampant in Tokyo without triggering the alarm of CIA intelligence personnel...

Can anyone else, besides the CIA, use SEALs to do dirty work in Tokyo, an American territory?

"What the hell, what happened to me?" Mr. Monchi, who was far away in Bangkok, Thailand, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He was extremely frightened at this time, and his smoking fingers were trembling.

As a result, that night, two teams of special forces rushed over and killed the Daochuan Society members who were gathering. It is said that nearly a hundred people died at the scene.

Even if we can't get ahead, this internal fighting thing must stop for a while. If everyone has any problems, they should be resolved internally. Don't use force to kill people. This is not good!

Once you figure out that your CIA colleagues are working against you, a lot of things can be explained clearly.

"Boss, boss, it's not good, our last purchasing team in Tokyo lost contact half an hour ago!" The young man who rushed in shouted boldly, with a look of panic on his face.

There was no room for Mr. Monchi not to be afraid. He just yesterday arranged to contact a senior cadre of the Tokyo Inagawa Association and asked the latter to help him investigate the matter and kill a few people.

"Come in!"

This is 100% because my colleagues from other groups are deliberately trying to mess with me in order to get a higher position!

Just when Mr. Munch was thinking about his words, there was a knock on the door.

Mr. Monkey looked at the young man who had just met him this year, sighed, and shook his head.

Thinking of this, Mr. Monchi picked up his cell phone and prepared to call his superior, telling him his guess and asking the boss to help him.

Fake, too fake, this guy's acting skills are so fake.

"Boss, you..."

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the expression on the face of the intern in a suit froze. A trace of blood flowed from his forehead, and then he fell backwards and hit the ground with a thud.

The old white man took back the revolver he held levelly and blew into the smoke coming out of the muzzle.

"My skills haven't deteriorated much, and I still have the skills to draw a gun."

Why shoot the intern?

To shoot the traitors, of course.

I had contacted the shipping team myself, but I had left the matter of finding the leader of the Jida to this young man. From beginning to end, there were only two people who knew the second thing.

Meng Qi felt that it was impossible for him to leak the news, so it could only be that this intern was a mole arranged by other colleagues.

Since it's a mole, it needs to be dealt with as soon as possible to prevent this guy from leaking more information and making things irreversible.

That's why Meng Qi drew his gun so decisively and shot the intern.

As for whether there are misunderstandings, it doesn't matter. Every year, CIA interns disappear. One more is not more, one less is not more.

So be it.

Just when the old white man was thinking about calling someone to come to his room to dispose of the body, there was another noise at the door.

No one knocked on the door, but with a loud bang, the door was violently knocked open, and a strong man wrapped in a heavy body armor broke in.

Although Meng Qi was older and his hair and beard were white, his reaction was not slow at all. When there was an abnormal noise, he raised his hand again at a speed invisible to the naked eye and turned the specially made revolver in his hand. The pistol was raised, pointed, and fired.

Five gunshots sounded almost in no particular order, making people feel like there was only one gunshot.

What a great quick shooter!
It's a pity that Mr. Monchi is still dead today. The five bullets he fired landed on the chest, head, neck, shoulders, and stomach of the enemy who opened the door. None of the bullets missed, and none of them penetrated the enemy. Heavy bulletproof armor on the body.

The protective equipment on the strong man who hit the door was too thick and complete. He had a helmet, shoulder and neck protectors, and a crotch protector. The maximum damage caused by the five pistol bullets only caused him to stumble for a moment, and then lost it. Balancing threw himself on the ground.

Then a second man with the same equipment rushed in from outside the door. He strode over his fallen companion with a meteoric stride, and pointed the HK416 assault rifle in his hand at the only living person in the room.

Monchi, who had not had time to rejoice over his victory and reload, saw this scene. He instantly became desperate. He dropped the pistol in his hand and raised his hands, trying to use this surrender gesture to gain a chance for himself.

"I surrender……"

"Bang bang bang..." Intensive gunshots rang out. In just two or three seconds, the old white man with his hands raised was beaten to pieces by the barrage sprayed from the assault rifle. Blood and broken cloth were scattered everywhere. Half the room was filled.

"Report to captain, the target has been killed."

"Retreat, carry out the evacuation procedures, take away everything you can, and clean up the scene."

"understand!"

(End of this chapter)