Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 201 Monkey's Anger and Response
The poker organization disappeared suddenly after causing a big commotion, which gave the Manila military and police a great shock and sensation.

Thousands of military and police officers searched the Sunset Lounge nightclub, where the incident occurred, for half a night, but found nothing except a few abandoned pickup trucks.

It is very common that it cannot be found. The Philippine military and police are very clear about how useless they are. It has been reported in the news in the past, and the content is so unimaginable.

In short, if they can't find it, then they can't find it. Apart from the leaders who need to take the blame, the Filipino monkeys below don't care much. Even if the news of this country gets out, there will be no international news reporting it.

The Manila military and police don't need to find anyone, they can also know who the organization that caused the trouble is. Since the Madison Gang that plotted against the poker organization was completely wiped out, the matter ends here.

Instead of asking for trouble, it would be better to just symbolically shout a few times on the news, saying that a gang shootout took place last night, but the situation has been settled, and everyone can go to work and live their lives as normal... They didn't even dare to mention the name of the poker organization, for fear of retaliation.

The Philippine military and police thought that the matter was over. However, Fujiwara Masato, who had no idea that he had killed his enemy, did not think so.

The group of enemies we killed last night was just a larger group. In and around the city of Manila, there are still a dozen or so individual targets and small groups that are hostile to Poker.

Fujiwara Masato didn't care why they had issues with playing cards. Since you are hostile, why should I pretend to be a saint?
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In Manila, biker gangs are a very common sight. Not only are there a lot of them in the slums, but there are also many motorcycle riders in the commercial districts. The police standing on the streets cannot completely stop the biker gangs from robbing pedestrians.

Especially at night, there are more people driving around on motorcycles.

Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei are now riding a heavy motorcycle in a red-light district in Manila. The roadside is full of shops with ambiguous pink lights and ragged Filipino beauties, which dazzle the two men.

However, even though they were dazzled, the two men wearing motorcycle helmets did not forget their mission for tonight. While driving, they did not forget to scan the men on the street.

At this moment, the yellow-haired man's voice came from Omizune Jun's headphones.

"There's a man standing under the streetlight at the intersection 20 meters ahead. Do you see him?"

"See, is that the man in the plaid shirt?"

"Well, rush up and kill him."

The yellow-haired man's instructions were simple and clear, and Omizune Shun's response was also very direct. He patted the shoulder of the rider, Moribe Kohei, and instructed the latter to drive towards the mission target. He then took out an Ingram submachine gun from his rider's uniform and pulled the bolt.

The Ingram submachine gun is really easy to use. As long as you fold the iron buttstock, it is not much bigger than a pistol, but its firepower is extremely fierce.

Just like now, when the heavy motorcycle stopped beside the man in the plaid shirt, before the latter realized the danger and turned around, the rain of bullets from Omizune Shun's hands turned the man into a rag sieve, and blood spurted out from all parts of his body.

After firing a volley of bullets, Moribe Kohei started his motorcycle and quickly fled the scene. The Filipinos nearby, both men and women, looked as if they were used to it.

There were even some brave guys who rushed over to touch the corpse, took out the wallet from the man who was not completely dead, rescued his gold necklace and jewel ring, and then fled before the military soldiers standing guard on the street arrived.

This is the Philippines, a barbaric country without laws and morals. Even though martial law is underway now, no one cares about or is afraid of soldiers.

Filipinos are more aware than outsiders of the incompetence of their own military.

The hunt for Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei had just begun. Under the instructions of the yellow-haired man, the two drove their motorcycles around Manila. The first man in the plaid shirt to be killed was a street pimp.

The second person to die at the hands of the two men was an elite gang gunman. The latter was eating a midnight snack at a roadside stall when a heavy motorcycle came speeding over with its front wheel raised high, hitting him fiercely on the back, knocking him flying and knocking over several tables, leaving him unable to move.

Then Xiao Mizunei Shuncai calmly got out of the car, took out his submachine gun and fired a volley of bullets at the second target's back, leaving him bloody and unable to be saved even after being taken to the hospital's emergency room.

After killing the target, Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei rode away on their bikes. Then the two of them moved away from the scene, changed their motorcycles and clothes on the roadside, and continued their mission.

The third mission target was a Manila policeman who was performing a late-night road closure mission with his colleagues on the roadside. Moribe Kohei, riding a women's motorcycle, sped past and attracted the target's attention. Omizuuchi Shun then took out a trigger grenade and threw it at him.

This was a unique move. Shun Omizuuchi had practiced using training grenades no less than a thousand times in the suburbs of Tokyo. He had superb skills and high accuracy. He threw it at the policeman's feet from a distance of twenty meters.

When the grenade exploded, knocking over the target and his colleagues, Moribe Kohei also swung the handle, made a chic U-turn on the spot, went against the flow of traffic, and quickly disappeared from the sight of other policemen.

In fact, Omizune Toshi didn't need to flee in such a hurry because the other Manila police were so dumbfounded that they didn't even think of giving chase.

On the contrary, after the grenade exploded, they all rushed to crawl under the car and escape to the nearby shops, because they were even more frightened than Omizu Nei Shun and were afraid that the thugs were coming to kill them.

After killing the third mission target, Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei could finally breathe a sigh of relief and return to the safe house to sleep.

However, this does not mean the end of things tonight.

In fact, the people who took action tonight were not only Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei. The escape with the code name Speed ​​​​was only part of the action. There were more stormtroopers taking action in Manila and its suburbs.

The stormtroopers were rampaging in a van. Compared with Komizuchi Shun, they were used to chew harder bones. Two small gangs and a black market weapons dealer were their targets.

The three targets were either staying with other gang members, so there was no chance of a surprise attack and they had to force their way in, or they were hiding in houses, protected by some gunmen, so they could not be assassinated and they had to be divided into three groups and attack at the same time.

Therefore, even though the stormtroopers were equipped with bulletproof vests and used grenades and RPGs, they still paid the price of five injuries and three deaths in the battle. With the long-range support of the sniper team, they were able to overcome the three tough enemies.

Huangmao did not go out on the attack tonight, but instead worked as a task dispatcher, assigning tasks and manpower over the phone.

Although there were some mistakes during the process, the ending was good. Fujiwara Masato expressed his satisfaction when he saw that most of the red dots on the system map had disappeared.

"It will take another night to basically clean up these guys..."

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Fujiwara Masato was very satisfied, and the Manila military and police were really in an uproar on the morning of the third day.

"Crazy, these are a bunch of lunatics. I propose to list the Poker Organization as a terrorist organization and mobilize the military special forces to encircle and suppress it!"

In a conference room at the Manila Police Headquarters, a middle-aged soldier with the rank of major general on his shoulders was roaring and slamming the table.

"Let's not talk about unrealistic things for now. Let's discuss something more realistic." A man in a suit who appeared at the meeting as the president's special envoy rubbed his temple and waved his hand for the soldier to sit down.

"Mr. Fred, what did the Americans say? Have they given any response?" The white-looking Filipino security adviser nodded to the special envoy.

"Mr. O'Casey, the director of the CIA Philippines branch, told me that this poker organization has no connection with the United States, let alone a part of the CIA. What happened in Manila was not the work of the CIA."

"And then?" O'Casey asked.

"The CIA didn't say where these playing cards came from? Are they from the United States, a secret agency of a European country, or an organization supported by the Russians?"

"Perhaps they may be related to some great Eastern power." The major general interrupted.

Several people in the conference room turned their heads and looked at the major general in silence. O'Casey even frowned and waved his hands vigorously.

"Don't say this is obviously a guess you made up. Next time you raise this possibility, at least find a little bit of evidence instead of talking nonsense here.

We are holding a secret meeting here. We don't mind what you said. But after you get out, you must not go crazy. Do you understand?"

"understand."

The major general shrank his head slightly in embarrassment and stopped talking. Thinking about it now, he felt that his previous remarks were problematic.

I mentioned Americans because everyone is suspicious, but it is not okay to mention a certain Eastern superpower casually. The latter is a member of the top three permanent members and is very close to us. If I say something nonsense when I go out, it will really have an impact on the country.

"I will remain skeptical of what the CIA said, but before we find evidence, we should not say that the poker team is American. I only have one question now, which is why this poker team wants to kill people everywhere in Manila?"

O'Casey raised his head and adjusted his glasses, then looked around at everyone in the conference room.

"Mr. President, I really want to know if something happened in Manila that he didn't know about, which led to the crazy attack of the poker organization. In just two days, nearly three hundred people were killed by them?"

When others heard this question, they naturally turned their eyes to a man in a Manila police uniform at the meeting.

O'Casey also cast his gaze over there.

"Mr. Manderlay, do you have an explanation?"

The thin and dark Mandalay raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and organized his words.

"This is probably related to a case of counterfeit drugs that our police seized some time ago."

"Tell me about it in detail." Ocasio-Cortez, the president's special envoy, was very interested. Mandalay could only take out a file and hand it to the special envoy, and at the same time take some time to explain the cause and effect.

"So, this was a case of revenge?"

O'Casey put down the documents in his hand and raised his own questions.

"Yes, Mr. Envoy." Mandalay nodded vigorously.

"According to the clues provided by the police informant, the Madison Gang that was wiped out on the first night of the poker organization was related to the betrayal of Joshua, the leader of the motorcycle gang. The missing Indian was most likely killed by them."

"If that's the case, then why didn't the poker organization stop its actions after taking revenge?" Not only did O'Casey's doubts not disappear, but more doubts popped up in his mind.

"Are the Manila police, gang leaders, streetwalkers, and black market gun dealers who were killed the next night related to this incident?"

"The Manila police officer who was killed may have maintained an improper relationship with the Madison Gang." Mandalay continued to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"As for the other targets, we are currently investigating. Time is too tight and we have not found any similarities among them."

"Is there a possibility?" The white security consultant suddenly spoke.

"The Poker Organization doesn't know that they have killed their enemy, so they continue to act, preparing to bloodbath Manila and kill people and groups they think are hostile to the Poker Organization. As long as I kill enough people, I will eventually kill the real enemy."

"This style of behavior is very similar to that of the Russians..."

O'Casey immediately felt that this was a possibility, he fell into deep thought, and the meeting fell into silence. After a while, the former came to his senses and sighed.

"Everyone, I can't explain this to the President. For the sake of your positions and futures, please come up with a feasible plan, a proposal that can at least stop the attacks."

"If we provide intelligence to the Poker Cards, perhaps we can stop their actions." Mandalay suggested, and was immediately questioned.

"Do you know where they are?" the major general asked.

"I don't know... But we have clues that can help us find them."

"Well, go ahead." O'Casey's eyes lit up.

"It's like this. In the generic drug incident, although the warehouse was burned down by fire and was not salvaged by firefighters, the drugs inside...

Well, it's in the police station's account room now, but for some reason it wasn't recorded in the case."

My goodness, there is no need for O'Casey and others to ask, they can guess on their knees why these generic drugs appeared in the police station's warehouse. They are just thinking about reselling them.

O'Casey didn't know what to say.

"That's it. The task of contacting Poker Cards will be handed over to the Manila police... No matter what, we must know where Poker Cards is now. If they are willing to accept peace, then this matter ends here. Otherwise...

Major General, your special forces and the special police of the Philippine Police Department must be ready to attack at any time."

"Yes, Mr. Envoy."

(End of this chapter)