Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 202 A way of communication that even monkeys can understand

No matter what the Manila military and police want to do, they currently need to solve a problem...how to find the playing cards and get in touch with them.

But this is not easy. The poker organization hides very well. The Manila Police Department has no clues and can only contact external intelligence dealers and various generic drug dealers, hoping to find the poker through these channels, or at least let the latter know some things they should know.

Is this useful?

Yes, on the evening of the third day, Huangmao learned the news through a private text message from a drug dealer, and then forwarded it to Fujiwara Masato.

Therefore, the enemy has been killed, the revenge has been taken, and the Manila police will hand over the generic drugs worth 10 million US dollars as long as the poker organization is willing to stop.

It seems like a good idea to stop here.

On the contrary, what will be the consequences if we don’t stop and continue killing?
Fujiwara Masato thought about it and it seemed that there would be no consequences.

First of all, I will definitely not come back to this damn place, the Philippines. As a colony of the United States, this horn is really worthless for playing cards.

After this incident, the Philippine government will definitely be behind the generic drug business, so Poker will not get involved. It will only find an agent to sell it and make a little money, or it will not be a pity to just give up.

There is no shortage of playing cards in the Philippines market. As a world power, the United States has an astonishing spending power, and it is much more profitable to earn dollars than Philippine pesos.

So, should we go ahead and kill all the remaining enemies?

Fujiwara Masato thought about it and considered it seriously for half an hour. At the same time, he opened the small map and confirmed that the Philippine police were a neutral unit. Only then did he make the final decision.

Forget it, just let the remaining guys go. As a non-bloodthirsty person, I am too lazy to bother with them. Fighting and killing really doesn't match my personality.

Just take the things away and retreat from the Philippines. Let the remaining monkeys live. They are too lazy to continue to tangle with these scumbags, because if nothing unexpected happens, they will never have anything to do with playing cards in their lives.

After making the decision, Fujiwara Masato informed Huangmao and gave his latest instructions.

“Bring those generic drugs back and that’s the end of it.”

"Understood, boss."

……

The boss's instructions were very clear, without any ambiguity, so Huangmao immediately called a halt to the operation that was originally planned and called back all the men. Then, a question was put before him... How to go to the Manila Police Station to receive the generic drugs?
There are 10 million US dollars worth of generic drugs, which is as much as an entire container. People have to go to the scene and use a large truck to haul it away. It is impossible to use any secret tricks to send and receive express deliveries.

So who is going to approach the Manila police?
Huangmao thought of himself first, and then he rejected this decision first.

As the command hub of the Poker Organization in the Philippines, Huangmao himself cannot fall into danger. He can be on the front line, but he cannot go to the Manila Police Station alone where he does not know who is friend or foe.

If an accident occurs and causes his death, the loss of the poker organization will exceed the generic drugs worth 10 million US dollars.

So who should be chosen as the messenger?
Huangmao thought of Xiao Miunouchi Shun.

First of all, if ordinary NPC subordinates are sent to contact the Manila police because of their rigidity in handling things, there will definitely be problems. At this time, there will be no problem in sending Komizuuchi Toshi.

Although he doesn't speak Filipino, it doesn't matter. He can just find a reliable drug dealer to translate. Once the job is done, the goods can be sold to the dealer at a low price on the spot. Such things and benefits are enough to ensure the translator's firmness and reliability.

Secondly, this is also a test for Komizu Nei Shun. Being a cadre of a poker organization is not just a trivial matter.

Soon, within an hour, Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei were found. Next to the yellow-haired man, there was a tall, strong and fair-skinned Filipino man standing beside him.

"3 of Diamonds, tonight's operation is cancelled. I have a new mission for you now."

"Hi, please go ahead." Xiao Shui Neijun bowed respectfully.

"You and the translator go to the Manila Police Station and receive our generic drugs. After you get this done, your cadre rank can be raised... Remember, hand the things directly to the translator, and then you return to the safe house, and then the matter will be over."

"Hey, I will definitely complete the task to the death."

After explaining everything in a few words, Omizuuchi Toshi and Moribe Kohei got into the Rolls-Royce brought by the translator and drove to the Manila Police Headquarters.

"Hello, my name is Antonio." The translator sitting in the co-pilot seat turned around and smiled at Omizune Shun and extended his right hand.

Omizune Shun subconsciously looked up and forward, looking at the translator.

The translator was obviously a wealthy man, and possibly a mixed-race person with white ancestry. He was tall, had fair skin, short hair, and wore glasses. He looked gentle and refined. Not only did he own a Rolls-Royce luxury car, he also had his own driver who wore a suit and white gloves.

Komizuchi Shun immediately activated his Japanese talent, measuring the other party's social level with his own, and then came to the conclusion... that he was slightly inferior to the other party.

He immediately shook Antonio's right hand, and greeted him with a humble attitude and the excessive politeness that is unique to the Japanese.

"Hello, you can call me by my code name - Diamond 3. As for my real name, I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

"I understand. I can understand." Antonio's attitude was also very good, with a smile on his face that made people feel good.

The two chatted briefly, and after they knew each other's names, they stopped talking.

Antonio was very sensible. He just said hello to Komizune Shun and didn't want the latter to misunderstand that he wanted to find out about the internal situation of the poker organization.

However, in fact, with just such a simple greeting, Antonio learned some very useful information.

The poker organization is still very young.

Komizuchi Shun and his group arrived at the designated Manila police station. As soon as the Rolls-Royce stopped, two Manila policemen rushed over and opened the car door as attentively as hotel doormen to welcome Antonio.

It was obvious that Antonio had greeted the police station before coming, and his identity was not simple. He had a certain social status in Manila and was not an ordinary rich man. With the police's farewell, the three entered the police station very smoothly and came to a meeting room. Two Manila police officers with flowers on their shoulders had been waiting for a long time. As soon as they came in, they shook hands with the three people one by one in a friendly manner.

After the handshake, the harmonious atmosphere that was originally on the surface changed a little. First, Antonio introduced the two people to the police in Filipino, which Komizune Shun could not understand, and then the leading policeman glanced at Komizune Shun with a slightly strange look.

Did they look down on Komizune Shun because of his youthful appearance?
"Mr. Antonio, are you sure this person is a representative of the poker organization?" Xiao Mizuuchi Shun understood this sentence because the police spoke in English.

"What do you mean?" Antonio's expression changed, just like Sichuan face changing. His originally smiling expression disappeared immediately. He looked directly at the police officer in front of him with a cold face.

"Officer, are you doubting my credibility?"

“No, no, no, it’s not like that…” The police officer’s face changed, and he quickly waved his hands to indicate that he did not mean that.

"Just half an hour ago, two people came to the door and said they were from the poker organization and came to receive the generic drugs... So, I wanted to ask, is there any misunderstanding here?"

Are there any other poker cadres coming?

This is impossible, Xiao Mizunei Shun is very sure that since his elder brother has given him this task, he will not send a second person to receive the generic drugs.

Therefore, these two people must be pretending to be members of the poker organization!
Thinking of this, Komizu Nei Shun turned his head and looked at Antonio, too lazy to pay attention to the two senior Manila police officers.

"Mr. Antonio, please take me to see those two people. As soon as I see them, I will be able to tell their true identities."

Komizuchi Shun said this in Japanese, and the two policemen immediately realized that he and Moribe Kohei were two Japanese.

Antonio was also very domineering. He turned around and spoke to the two police officers in an imperative tone.

"Lead the way, officer."

The two policemen were not annoyed by Antonio's order, and even nodded and bowed to open the door for him. Obviously, they thought it was normal for the former to speak to them like this.

Two police officers led the way, taking the three people through the busy police station and into another separate meeting room.

Before he even entered the door, Xiao Mizunei Shun heard someone howling in American English, venting his emotions in a very arrogant tone.

It was only after Omizune Shun entered that he saw two foreigners in the conference room, one white and one black. Both were wearing suits and ties, and their expressions and movements were exaggerated.

When Omizuuchi Shun saw them, the two of them also saw the former and Moribe Kohei. The white man in the lead had an unchanged expression, pointed at Omizuuchi Shun and shouted at him loudly.

"Who are you……"

Unfortunately, Komizuuchi Shun had no intention of talking to the two men. As the two policemen looked like they were enjoying the show, he and Moribe Kohei rushed over at the same time.

Xiao Mizunei Shun faced the white man who was taller and stronger than him. In a flash, a long and sharp dagger slipped out from the sleeve of his coat. He grabbed it in his hand and stabbed it fiercely and swiftly into the latter's chest.

The white man was obviously not an ordinary person, at least he had undergone some combat training. When Xiao Mizunei Shun approached quickly, he subconsciously defended himself, grabbing the latter's arm with one hand to try to block his attack, and punching the enemy in the face with the other hand.

The white man's response was not quite correct, mainly because he did not expect that Komizu Nei Shun still had a sharp knife in his hand, and that the latter's attack was far more decisive than he expected. Without hesitation or concern, the knife pierced through his defensive posture.

There is a high wall between being unarmed and being armed. Just these two mistakes led to Omizune Shun's left hand being grabbed. At the same time as he was punched on the shoulder, the dagger in his right hand successfully pierced into the white man's chest.

Komizuchi Shun wins by exchanging his injury for his life.

The white man felt the cold sharp blade on his chest. His face was full of disbelief and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Omizu Neijun did not give the enemy a chance to speak. He quickly pulled out a dagger and stabbed the enemy several times in various vital parts of the body. Blood splattered until the former's body fell backwards. Only then did he gasp and look towards the black man.

Just before Omizuuchi Shun killed the white man, Moribe Kohei had already resolved the battle. He used a bull charge to knock the black man, who looked stronger than him, into the wall, then pulled out a dagger and stabbed him as he was about to faint.

Compared to Komizuuchi Shun who was punched in the face, Moribe Kohei was undoubtedly more quick and deadly in dealing with his opponent, not giving the black man any chance to fight back.

"Ahhh... You, put your hands up, police!!!" The two police officers who witnessed everything at the scene screamed like marmots. They hurriedly pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Komizuuchi Toshi and Moribe Kohei.

Facing the gun, Xiao Mizunei Shun did not take it seriously at all. He calmly took the tissue on the table beside him and simply wiped the blood off the blade, then turned around and looked at Antonio.

"Mr. Antonio, please translate for the two police officers... I have now confirmed that these two people are not members of the poker organization. The organization does not have such rubbish."

Antonio nodded, translated the words, and then shouted at them loudly in Filipino.

Komizu Nei Shun didn't know what Antonio said. The two policemen put their guns back with terrified expressions, and then one of them opened the door and ran away.

In order to maintain the dignity of the organization, Komizunoshi suppressed his curiosity and took Kohei Moribe to find a chair. In full view of Antonio and the police, they sat down to rest next to the corpse.

Komizuchi Shun made up his mind that even if the Manila police were to rush in and shoot him, he decided to die with this dignified posture and expression.

However, the situation did not develop in the worst direction. The policeman who left came back soon, followed by several policemen. The latter took body bags and buckets in their hands. They skillfully took the body away and cleaned up the crime scene, restoring it to its original state.

"Okay, Mr. 3 of Diamonds, next we can go to the warehouse and check the generic drugs."

Antonio said this to Omizuuchi Shun.

“The police will lead the way.”

"Nothing else?"

"No, sir...if there is, it is my responsibility." Antonio said in a more humble tone than before.

(End of this chapter)