Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 226 Knowing I was Wrong (Part )

When Bellamy woke up again, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

what happened?

Bellamy, who had just woken up, was still a little confused and had no memory of what he had experienced before he fell into a coma.

But when he raised his head slightly, he saw three fully armed men standing around him and his subordinates kneeling on the ground.

When he saw the last three "corpses" whose limbs were still twitching and it was unclear whether they were dead or still breathing, Bellamy fully realized what he had encountered.

Bellamy's facial muscles twitched as he looked up at the man among the three sturdy men who was obviously the leader. The latter was also looking at him with a pair of eyes that revealed a cruelty that made people shudder.

"Now that you're awake, is there anything else you want to say?"

This sentence sounded like something an executioner would say to a death row inmate before he died, and Bellamy didn't like it very much.

"I am French, and the Sealand Group is a large French company. Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be? Neither the French nor the Japanese government will let you and the organization behind you go!"

Bellamy tried to intimidate and test the true identity of the man in front of him in order to find a glimmer of hope for himself.

Volunteer No. 1 didn't care. He just smiled softly, then raised the bloody machete in his hand and pointed it at Bellamy's neck.

"So, are these your last words?"

"No, no, no, wait, wait, why do you want to kill me? I can give you money. I have a lot of money. The Shiyad Group will also be willing to pay the ransom for me. You can't kill me!"

Under the threat of death, Bellamy screamed, speaking these words at the fastest speed and in his not-so-familiar Japanese.

"So, you didn't know why I wanted to kill you until you died?

Stupid Frenchman, since you dare to take action against the poker organization, why didn't you think that we would retaliate against you?"

"When will I take action against the poker organization...wait...!" Bellamy suddenly thought of a word related to poker.

"Jester Pharmaceuticals!!!"

"If you guessed correctly, I will reward you with a painless death."

"Wait, I'll tell you where the people I caught from Joker Pharmaceuticals are, and I'll drop the charges against you..."

"No need. Your subordinates have just told me that my people are in a room on the seventh floor of the building. As for the lawsuit, once you die and the Tokyo branch of Shiyad is dismantled, the lawsuit will naturally disappear, so..."

Volunteer No. 1 grinned at Bellamy and raised the butcher knife in his hand again. He couldn't wait to see the latter's head fall to the ground.

"Do not!!!"

Bellamy screamed and tried to get up and run away, but just as he moved, a big man next to him opened fire at him, two shots in a row, hitting him in the shoulder.

At this moment, the Frenchman who was about to get up fell down again, and because of the fall, his neck was stretched out, as if he was inviting Volunteer No. 1 to cut him quickly.

Bellamy also realized this and turned over as quickly as possible.

Looking at the butcher knife raised to the highest point by Volunteer No. 1, Bellamy was in extreme fear. His mind was spinning at the highest speed. He suddenly thought of something that might save his life.

"I am the president of the Tokyo branch of Shiyad. I know how to make you eat up the wealth of this company to the greatest extent possible!!!"

This sentence came at the right time. Yiyong No. 1's machete stopped just in front of Bellamy's neck and then slowly lifted it up. "Are you kidding me?"

"No kidding, no kidding, this is real, real!!!"

Bellamy nodded vigorously, afraid that if he was too slow, the knife would swing down again.

Volunteer No. 1 grinned under the mask. This gain was worth it for him to act in front of this Frenchman for so long. It turned out that only when their lives were threatened could the French people unleash their full potential.

If the guy named Bellamy had not reacted, or if the conditions he gave did not meet the standards given by the boss, the swing of the Volunteer No. 1 would have landed firmly on the former's neck.

It's just killing. Fujiwara Masato didn't want to kill Bellamy before, only because the cost was greater than the gain.

And now because of the latter's stupid behavior, even if the Poker Organization killed the latter, it was because the French had a way to seek death. The various forces in Tokyo would not do anything to the Poker Organization. It was the latter that violated the rules first.

Fortunately, Bellamy was really smart and he managed to seize his chance of survival.

Yiyong No. 1 nodded to an internal affairs police officer and gave instructions.

"Bandage him up, don't let the French die."

The internal affairs police did so, but his methods were very rough.

After taking off Bellamy's clothes, he wrapped the bandage around his thumb, then pressed his thumb against the gunshot wound on the latter's shoulder, pulled out his finger, leaving the gauze inside, then folded the gauze on top, and finally tied a knot with the gauze and tied it tightly.

The process and result of stopping the bleeding made Bellamy howl, like a big white pig being poured with hot water while still alive.

After the internal affairs police did all this, Bellamy almost collapsed.

Even so, Yiyu No. 1 still didn't let him go, and the internal affairs police standing nearby suddenly pointed their guns at the three remaining surviving Japanese employees, shooting them in the thighs and knocking them to the ground.

Amid the three people's screams and pleas for mercy, Volunteer No. 1 took out a pistol from his waist, handed it to the trembling Bellamy, and then took out his mobile phone to film the three people.

"Okay, it's time for you to shoot all three of them."

"Why do I!?"

Bellamy refused to take the pistol. He had actually realized the purpose of Volunteer One's actions, but he was still unwilling to accept the reality. If he really did that, he would have no room for resistance.

Volunteer No. 1 didn't say anything, he just tilted his head. An internal affairs police officer next to him pointed his gun at Bellamy, which made him immediately realize that he had no choice.

Being a smart man, Bellamy quickly picked up his pistol and pointed it at the three Japanese lackeys, totally ignoring their previous timid service to him.

As a rich man, Bellamy had obviously played with a pistol before. His gun-holding posture was very standard and he did not hesitate at all when he fired. After three clean and neat shots, the three Japanese who were shot in the head "calmed down".

"Well done." Volunteer No. 1 clapped his hands symbolically, then walked over, took the pistol back and put it into an evidence bag.

"Let's go. I believe you don't need us to teach you what to do next."

"How can I contact you?"

"Just find the president of Joker Pharmaceuticals and communicate with him about what to do when the time comes."

(End of this chapter)