Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 203 Going back on one's word
Is this the end of the matter?

When Omizune Shun and his little brother left the Manila police gate, he looked back in disbelief at the police station and the policemen who were smiling and seeing him off.

The police in the Philippines are even more spineless than the Japanese police!

Omizuuchi Shun thought so.

In fact, it is strange that the police of a colonial country can have any backbone and ability.

Omizune Shun had already gone to see the goods, and they were indeed in an underground warehouse of the Manila Police Department. The quantity of the goods roughly matched, and the packaging and codes of the drugs also showed that they were playing cards.

After confirmation, these things will be taken over by Antonio's people and transported away. In return, the latter will transfer 5 million US dollars to the poker organization and receive this batch of generic drugs at half the price.

This benefited Antonio, but the poker organization also avoided risks and saved a lot of trouble, all of which were borne by the former who took advantage.

In this regard, Fujiwara Masato thought that he had made a good deal. After all, if he really looked into the cost, he would still make a profit from the disposal price of US$5 million, just a little less, and not at a loss.

Antonio also felt that it was profitable and he made a fortune. Not only did he get cheap generic drugs, but the more important gain was that he successfully established a relationship with the poker organization and had a stable contact method, which was more important than five million US dollars.

The former is just a windfall, while the latter is equivalent to successfully holding on to a big and strong leg. This is not as simple as having more friends and more paths.

The Manila Police Department was also very satisfied. Although it was a pity to lose the US dollars, it could stop the vicious poker organization from taking action, which was undoubtedly a more important thing.

The man sitting firmly on the presidential seat of the Philippines is a dog of the Americans. Add to that the armed forces in the Philippines that have serious problems with empty salaries and whose combat effectiveness is not even as good as that of the militia... It would be more appropriate to send this group of crazy armed thugs away from the Philippines with courtesy.

Therefore, in this incident, it can be said that it is a win-win situation for all parties. There are no losers. It is cause for celebration and everyone is happy!
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"Brother, I have completed the task." In the temporary safe house, Xiao Mizunei Shun, who had just returned, couldn't wait to tell his elder brother the good news on his mobile phone.

"I have handed the goods over to the translator, Mr. Antonio, to handle it..."

"When you came back, was there someone following you?" The yellow-haired man on the other end of the phone suddenly asked a fatal question, which caught Xiao Shui Neijun off guard. He tried hard to recall the scenes he saw on the way back.

"I... I'm not sure, brother. When I came back, it was Mr. Antonio who sent me back."

"You and your subordinates must change clothes immediately in the safe house. Change all your clothes from head to toe, and wash your hair immediately and quickly.

The person I arranged just reported to me that the Philippine special police force has been dispatched, and they are heading towards the area where the temporary safe house is located. I suspect that you are either being followed or have a tracker installed on you.

After changing your clothes, pick up the weapons in the safe house and follow my instructions to break out. I will arrange someone to pick you up."

There is another possibility...Antonio betrayed him.

Omizune Toshi thought about it, but he didn't say anything about this possibility because it was just his own suspicion.

Without having time to think about anything else, Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei began to change their clothes from head to toe, then picked up the Ingram submachine gun and five magazines, as well as two soft bulletproof vests placed in the safe house, and ran out.

During this process, the phone in Xiao Shui Nei Shun's pocket rang. The situation was urgent, and he didn't even look at the phone number. He directly answered it and put it to his ear. "Moshi Moshi..."

"Hurry up, Mr. Diamond 3. My informant at the police station called me a minute ago and told me that all the special police officers in Manila have been dispatched, and their target is you..."

The translator’s notification is a bit late!

When Omizuuchi Shun stood by the window of the room and looked out, he could see the specially painted special service vehicle turning from the intersection, less than a hundred meters away from the temporary safe house.

Omizuuchi Shun didn't say anything. After hanging up the phone, he ran to the first floor with Moribe Kohei.

The temporary safe house is a two-story bungalow located at the junction of Manila's commercial district and slums. It has a large flow of people and police patrol cars often pass by. The security environment in Manila is relatively good.

This is a relatively acceptable level, in that although there are many thieves, robbers, and biker gangs here, there are very few cases of break-ins and robberies.

Overall, this place is very suitable for setting up a temporary safe house, with a commercial street in front and a slum in the back.

Just like now, when the Philippine special police wanted to surround this inconspicuous house, the dense pedestrians on the road became an obstacle, buying Xiao Shuinei an extremely precious minute.

One minute is not long, but it is enough for the two of them to run from the second floor to the back door of the first floor, and then rush out into the alley.

In crowded Manila, even in places like back alleys, there are people sweating profusely cooking food. Just like in the Indian food videos, the food is cooked and fried in the alleys, and then sold on the streets outside the alleys.

The Philippine special police are more aware of the cultural situation in their country's capital than foreigners. When they blocked the front door, they did not forget to send people to check the alley behind the house.

Not all houses have back doors, but jumping from the second floor through the window is not a life-threatening thing.

Therefore, when Komizuchi Shun left the house and looked around, he saw four or five Filipino special police officers in the alley, trying hard to squeeze through the narrow area filled with oil pans and food.

The kitchen staff working in the alley were not afraid of the special police's clothes and submachine guns. Instead, they threatened them with spoons and cursed at them, and even beat them.

It is so difficult to live in the slums and have a job, how can they allow these policemen to disrupt their work.

These vendors don’t care what the police are doing here. Their mere appearance is a threat to their survival.

This resulted in that when Omizu Nei Shun saw the special police and the latter saw him, although they were ten meters apart, it was as if there was a mountain between them. No matter how the latter cursed and waved his gun to drive away the vendors, he could not speed up at all.

In front of you are two black pots of boiling oil, with steam billowing. There is only a narrow space in the middle that a person can pass through sideways. Do you dare to rush forward?
Aren't you afraid that you might rub against the edge of the pot, causing the boiling oil at an unknown temperature to splash out and splash onto you, scalding you?
Therefore, the five Filipino special police officers could only watch as Omizuuchi Shun and Moribe Kohei ran in the other direction of the alley in a cool and relaxed manner, and disappeared from their sight in a short while. By the time the special police officers passed through the oil pan array, it was too late.

"Captain, this is bad. The suspect ran away from the back alley and we can't catch up with him!"

"You idiot, keep chasing me. I'm going to have someone drive over to block them..."

(End of this chapter)