Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 200 The Fearful Monkey

It was an extremely bloody night.

This was the judgment made by John Clyde, a reporter from Manila Radio.

On the night of the incident, he was awakened by a phone call from his editor and was speeding to the scene of the incident in the TV station's car.

The police sirens were blaring loudly, and Clyde could see through the car window that the police car in the next lane was quickly overtaking him.

"Hurry up, driver, drive faster, the news and bonus are just ahead, we have to get to the scene faster than the police!" Clyde shouted excitedly, his reporter's sense told him that there must be big news ahead.

The driver waved his hands helplessly, indicating that he understood, but the news car provided by the company was just a modified Japanese van with a weak engine. He had already stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but the car was still the same.

Japanese cars generally have this problem: when you press the accelerator to the bottom, the engine will roar loudly, but the car speed will never increase.

So, on the road to big news, Clyde was constantly overtaken by police cars and their accomplices, which made him so angry that he slapped his thigh hard in frustration.

"If I had known I would have driven my own car. It would have been much faster!"

Just as he finished speaking, a muffled sound like thunder came from the end of the road ahead. Clyde subconsciously looked out the window to see if it would rain tonight. However, the photographer, who had been on the battlefield, had a changed expression.

"Stop the car, stop the car quickly, there is an American 12mm heavy machine gun in front of us, stop the car quickly!!"

The driver was a little confused, but he was a man who listened to advice, and the word "heavy machine gun" was really too scary.

Just as the driver subconsciously stepped on the brakes and Clyde wanted to curse, everyone in the car saw bright sparks bursting from two police cars crossing an intersection a hundred meters ahead.

The police car fell apart amid sparks and explosions, and blood mist flew under the dim light of the street lamps.

When the roof and hood of the first police car flew up, it lost control and crashed into a roadside building. After a loud bang, it was deeply embedded in the building. Although it might have damaged the property of ordinary civilians, it was out of the sight of the heavy machine gun.

The second police car was not so lucky. It was not known whether the policeman driving the car was frightened by the sudden attack, or the engine was hit in a vital part by a bullet as thick as a carrot. The car actually stopped in the middle of the road and was shot by heavy machine guns.

All of a sudden, the old house was on fire and there was no way to save it.

After being strafed by a heavy machine gun, the wheels and engine of the police car were blown off, and the fuel tank of the car was ignited. The whole car turned into a burning pile of firewood, and none of the four policemen in the car could escape from the car.

Clyde, the two people in the car, and the other police officers who did not reach the intersection were all terrified. They all stopped their cars, opened their doors, and stood on the side of the road looking at the burning police car in front of them.

Clyde no longer cared about any big news. He just wanted to escape from danger first. The main road was undoubtedly the most dangerous place right now, so after getting off the car, he immediately ran towards the alley with his head in his hands, bent over, and the photographer and driver carrying cameras followed closely behind him.

After hiding in the alley and gasping for breath for more than a minute, Clyde calmed down. The thought of big news came to his mind again, so he turned around and found the photographer.

"Turn on the camera. Let's stand a little further out. You lock the camera on the police car in front of you, and I'll explain from the side."

"Ah, Clyde, why aren't we leaving? Are we still here?"

"Are you kidding me? We are journalists. We have big news ahead of us, and the bonus is right in front of us. If we don't take it, how can we be worthy of our wives and children?"

The photographer was convinced.

Yes, the big bonus is right in front of me, I can get it with just my hand, how can I turn a blind eye to it? Is there any danger?
Poverty is the greatest danger!
The report began. After receiving Clyde's call, the TV station in the back decided to broadcast it live. The camera was pointed at the wreckage of the car that was still burning in the distance. Clyde stood next to the camera and calmly picked up the microphone.

"This is Manila Broadcasting and Television, I'm Clyde, a live reporter. A major armed attack took place in Manila tonight..."

Halfway through the report, the sound of a car engine was heard in the driveway. Clyde subconsciously turned his head and saw a news truck with a certain radio station written on the body of the car roaring towards them. It drove straight to the intersection ahead, ignoring the police car in the center of the intersection.

"Oh my God!" Clyde was shocked. He, the driver, and the police on the roadside all waved at the car desperately, shouting at it to stop and not go any further.

The news vehicle ignored the waving arms on the side of the road and rushed forward, allowing the camera to capture the scene of it being strafed by heavy machine gun fire.

Compared to the police car, this van with a thin skin and a large interior suffered an even worse fate. It exploded directly in the barrage of heavy machine gun fire, with its doors and roof flying off and the body of the car falling apart... The unfortunate guy was hit by a 90mm recoilless shell.

All of a sudden, the police were on the phone, calling the police station, calling the family, and they refused to move forward.

Clyde's live news broadcast was also cut off. This was not the intention of the TV station, but the will of the Manila security department... This group of armed thugs had heavy machine guns and artillery. They were no longer just terrorists, they were rebels.

The Philippine military also began to mobilize, but their efficiency was a bit low because the officers were not in the barracks and most of the soldiers had gone home to sleep. No matter how the supreme commander screamed, the people were not there.

Ordinary police officers in Manila refused to go to dangerous crime scenes, even when front-line officers threatened or bribed them to drive around.

Through telephone intelligence from ordinary citizens, the police knew that there were several pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns and recoilless cannons waiting for them ahead.

However, there are still some patriots in the Philippines, a country of monkeys with a population of 100 million. The Manila special police are very tough.

Even though they knew there were heavy machine guns and artillery ahead, the forty special police officers assigned twenty of them to drive a bulletproof vehicle to take a detour and try to make a detour from the side.

The remaining SWAT officers went on foot, choosing to walk through dark alleys and pass through houses. In addition, the SWAT snipers also climbed up nearby high-rise buildings, ready to use sniper rifles to regain the venue.

Then those snipers encountered the shooting of the sniper team of the Poker Organization. The latter had the help of reconnaissance drones customized by a private studio in a certain oriental country. They had an absolute advantage in vision and could often detect the enemy earlier than their opponents.

Not to mention, the poker snipers could also get fire support from heavy machine gun pickup trucks. With the help of the latter, the SWAT snipers were defeated in just a few rounds.

The SWAT convoy that took a detour was also intercepted by recoilless guns and riflemen. The two sides only exchanged a brief blow, and the Philippine SWAT police retreated in embarrassment after abandoning two bulletproof vehicles and three bodies.

After receiving the news, the special police on foot simply hid in the alley and did not advance, waiting for support from the rear.

Compared with the enemy, the special police have reinforcements, so blindly advancing is not wise.

Unfortunately, it took an hour for the Philippine military helicopters and armored vehicles to arrive. Half an hour earlier, Huangmao had already killed all the enemies on the mission and completed the retreat process.

The confrontation between the Chinese and Philippine official forces has not officially begun, but it has exposed the latter's incompetence. Whether it is the police, the special police, or the military, their reaction speed, tactical choices, and modern equipment are all full of water.

Therefore, when Fujiwara Masato knew that in such a conflict, only one sniper and one rifleman on his side had died and five people had been injured, he did not take them seriously.

On the contrary, when the Philippine special police rushed over and found that the gangsters had disappeared without a trace from their encirclement, this incident, both the process and the outcome, caused an uproar within the Philippine military and police.

(End of this chapter)