Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 240 The locals are not very polite

Sheraton Grande Exclusive Hotel, this is the hotel where Kotaro Taniguchi chose to stay, it is a luxurious five-star hotel.

But when he got off the car, he took a special look at the two security guards at the hotel entrance. When he found that they had no hot weapons on their waists except batons, he couldn't help but become more vigilant.

In Brazil, a country where guns are not banned, police officers carry rifles on the streets ready to engage in gunfights with gang gunmen at any time. However, security guards at top five-star hotels do not have weapons in their hands. This makes Kotaro Taniguchi suspect that this hotel might be a paradise for robbers and thieves.

The registration process at the Sheraton Hotel was smooth. The Brazilian girl at the front desk was very enthusiastic towards Taniguchi Kotaro, a Japanese who had booked a presidential suite and was obviously a wealthy man. On the back of the card with the room number was a string of numbers and time.

This was apparently the front desk's cell phone number and closing hours.

Kotaro Taniguchi was not in the mood to pay attention to the number on the back of the small card. With his ability, he would not have to run all the way to Brazil to play with women. Compared to what his second brother did, he paid more attention to safety and mission.

Arriving at the presidential suite on the top floor of the Sheraton Hotel building, Kotaro Taniguchi, accompanied by his two younger brothers, and accompanied by hotel staff, briefly checked the three rooms, bathroom, kitchen, and a small bathroom in the presidential suite.

After the three of them were sure that there was no major problem, Kotaro Taniguchi waved his hand and sent away guide Eddie, who was following them like a dog.

"You go eat something first. The three of us will take a nap and adjust to the time difference. We will call you when we want to go out around 2 or 3 in the afternoon."

"No problem. I'll be waiting for you on the first floor of the hotel. But according to our contract, I will start work at 8 am and get off work at 5 pm. If I need to work overtime, I need overtime pay."

"no problem."

"OK, this is my phone number, call me if you need anything." Eddie was very enthusiastic, and he didn't mind at all that Kotaro Taniguchi asked him to take a rest.

Anyway, the client had already paid for three days of chartering a car and a guide when he was in Japan. Now he could be lazy at work, which was something Eddie wanted very much.

After Eddie left and the hotel waiter left with him, Kotaro Taniguchi walked to the small swimming pool on the balcony with his satellite phone and started dialing the number given to him by his boss to contact the poker members in Brazil.

My younger brother Kimura was very tactful and stood by with his cell phone, playing loud and powerful death metal music to interfere with any possible eavesdropping devices.

The phone rang in the satellite phone for only ten seconds before it was connected. Kotaro Taniguchi clearly heard someone on the other end of the line greeting him in Japanese with a Portuguese accent.

"Who is the Joker?"

"It's God... Greetings to you, I'm the cadre of Tokyo Poker Division, Nine of Clubs."

"I'm a cadre of the Brazilian branch of South American Poker. Coincidentally, I'm also the Nine of Clubs... Long story short, where are you now?"

Kotaro Taniguchi raised his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered his previous experience in New York City. It seems that the poker forces in South America are not as strong as those in North America. They couldn't even monitor him when he got off the plane.

"Sheraton Hotel in the wealthy area of ​​Rio de Janeiro, fifteenth floor, presidential suite three."

"Um... Sheraton Grand Resort Hotel, right? What do you want?"

"Weapons, weapons that are easy to conceal, pistols or submachine guns will do. A bulletproof suit would be even better."

Kotaro Taniguchi proposed a condition that he thought was not high, but the response he got was the astonishment of Brazil's Nine of Clubs.

"We don't have bulletproof suits. They're too expensive and need to be custom-made. The Brazilian branch doesn't have any. We only have police bulletproof vests and pistols, as well as a few Glock pistols and Scorpion submachine guns. Do you want any?"

"Yes, bring them all here. I have three people here who need to carry weapons."

"Yeah, wait for me for three hours."

“Isn’t three hours a bit too long?”

"It's already very short. If the head of the Asia branch, your boss, hadn't called me yesterday to ask me to prepare, you would have had to wait a day to get the stuff."

Kotaro Taniguchi hung up the phone and looked at the satellite phone in his hand. He fell into deep thought. He had no idea how much support he could get. It seemed that the strength of the poker team in South America, Brazil, was no longer just a little bit poor.

Forget it. This is not something that I, the Tokyo Plum Blossom Nine, can think about. It is none of my business. I should finish the task as soon as possible and return to Japan. Brazil is not suitable for me.

Thinking of this, Kotaro Taniguchi put aside his unnecessary worries and began to focus wholeheartedly on the task at hand.

Kotaro Taniguchi began calling the Brazilian middlemen he met through Japan, preparing to spend money to buy intelligence from them.

The third mission target is to come to Rio de Janeiro to discuss business. As for his specific location, Kotaro Taniguchi doesn't know, so he needs to find out.

The history of Japanese immigration to Brazil is very long, starting in 1908, and there are Japanese-Brazilians in all walks of life in Brazil.

Soon, Kotaro Taniguchi learned that a civilian police officer working in the Rio Police Department could find out the hotel address of Bangu Taiga.

Kotaro Taniguchi paid for the information, spending only one bitcoin of virtual currency, and successfully got the address of Kunihisa Taiga an hour later.

"Carlette Hotel, Room 767."

Looking at the message on his mobile phone, Torataro Taniguchi confirmed one thing: if he wanted to travel far away for some organizational mission in the future, he would have to prepare a few fake passports that were difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake in advance, otherwise he would feel too insecure.

Look at the Brazilian police. They can investigate and sell out the addresses of foreign businessmen at will for just a little money. If Kotaro Taniguchi had any ill intentions towards Taiga Kunihisa, the latter would have died here in Rio de Janeiro tonight.

After getting the information, Kotaro Taniguchi relaxed and asked Sato to download a local food delivery app and prepare to order some KFC.

Before he got the weapons, Kotaro Taniguchi was not in a hurry to go out. Now it was 11 o'clock in the morning, and Kunihisa Taiga should also go out.

A bit of travel knowledge that may be obscure is that when you are in a foreign country and unfamiliar with the environment, you can trust the hygiene of multinational fast food restaurants such as KFC and McDonald's. At least, eating there will not easily cause diarrhea.

The Sheraton five-star hotel where Kotaro Taniguchi works can provide food, but the police leak that just happened has made the former somewhat alert and a little neurotic.

However, for people who live in the dark world, such caution is a good thing, as it will help Kotaro Taniguchi live longer.

Brazil Club Nine said three hours, and he indeed arrived at the Sheraton Resort three hours later.

When the landline phone from the front desk rang, Kotaro Taniguchi could hardly wait to pick up the call.

"Sir, there is a Mr. Sigma who claims to be your friend who wants to visit you."

"Yes, he is my friend, please let him come up."

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the presidential suite, and along with it, the satellite phone in Taniguchi Kotaro's pocket rang. "Hello, it's me, open the door."

Kotaro Taniguchi nodded and asked Sato, who was standing at the door, to open it. Three locals immediately came in from outside, two curly-haired black men and one white man.

The races in Brazil are very mixed, including white, black, and yellow people. It can be called a small America in South America.

"Hello, Tokyo Club Nine, I'm Brazilian Club Nine."

The white man in the lead holding a suitcase recognized at a glance that Kotaro Taniguchi was the leader of the three, so he walked over with the unique enthusiasm of Brazilians to greet him and shook hands with the latter.

"Hello, Brazilian Nine of Clubs, did you bring the stuff?"

"I have brought it... Who is it? Number 5, open the blinds. Number , open the suitcase and let the guests see our goods."

The Brazilian Nine of Clubs greeted and directed his subordinates to do their work. While doing so, he turned around and explained.

"I'm sorry, but the situation here is different from Japan. There are usually things that shouldn't be in hotels. I have to be careful."

"Understandable."

Kotaro Taniguchi stood quietly aside, watching his two subordinates from the Brazilian Club Nine working. The two suitcases they brought were placed on the ground. After they were opened, Kotaro Taniguchi saw the goods inside.

There weren't many things, just three lightweight soft bulletproof vests, three Glock pistols, three Scorpion submachine guns, six pistol magazines, six submachine gun magazines, a few grenades of different colors, and a pile of loose bullets, and that was it.

There weren't many things, but after Kotaro Taniguchi personally checked them out, he found that the weapons and equipment were still very good. They were obviously second-hand goods, but they had been carefully maintained and had no signs of rust.

The rifling of the pistol and submachine gun barrels is very clear, the bullets are obviously produced by regular manufacturers, the shells are made of brass, smooth and without dents, and even the reloaded ammunition is of high quality.

Kotaro Taniguchi nodded with satisfaction, and when he nodded to signal Sato and Kimura to come over and get the weapons, he asked the Brazilian Nine of Clubs.

"I'm going to take all these guys away, no matter what the cost."

“You don’t have to pay.”

The Brazilian Nine of Clubs laughed.

"Your boss has already paid, you just need to take the stuff away. Transactions between poker branches are not conducted with money."

"Ah."

Taniguchi Kotaro pondered for a moment and continued.

"If I need help, how many people can your department dispatch in a short period of time?"

"Not much. In one hour, I can at most provide you with a small team of people."

Brazilian Club Nine also got serious.

"The South American branch is different from the North American branch. We have only just started here. In addition, the situation here is complicated and the poker force has not developed much. Therefore, we do not have that many reliable personnel for the time being.

If you want to find cannon fodder, I personally suggest you pay for some poor mercenaries. There are many such people in the slums. I believe you can find a reliable middleman. My people are precious and cannot be lost at will."

"I understand. I'll call you if I need anything. Please prepare in the next few days."

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be leaving first."

Looking at the back of Brazil's Nine of Clubs as it left, Torataro Taniguchi closed the door and thought that the poker organization was quite united. Even though there was an ocean between them, when cadres from different branches asked for help, local cadres would provide help to the best of their ability, even if they were not strong enough.

On the other hand, if there is a traitor inside the poker organization, even if he runs from Asia to South America or to the end of the world, there will be killers from the poker organization who will come to find him.

Without ever thinking of betrayal, considering that the poker organization had such capabilities, Kotaro Taniguchi couldn't help but straighten his chest and become more confident.

The confident Kotaro Taniguchi called his guide Eddie at around three o'clock in the afternoon and asked him to prepare the car because he was about to set off.

When Kotaro Taniguchi and his brothers went down to the hotel lobby, Eddie, with a bright smile on his face, had been waiting at the hotel entrance for a long time. His Japanese car parked at the hotel entrance had been started early, and the car's air conditioning was very cold.

Kotaro Taniguchi, who was sitting in the back seat, was very satisfied with the guide's service, so he took out three green bills from his wallet and handed them forward. When Eddie took them and looked at them, his smile immediately became even brighter.

It’s three US dollars.

Thanks to the fact that South America is the backyard of the United States, the influence of the US dollar is greater than that of the Brazilian real. The US dollars given by Kotaro Taniguchi made Eddie admire his boss's generosity.

"Here's your gas money and overtime pay for today. Now I'm going to the Carlette Hotel chain."

"Hold on, the destination is a bit far, but it doesn't matter, I can take a shortcut and arrive in twenty minutes!" Eddie, who had made a small fortune, was very enthusiastic and drove much faster than before.

Although he was a bit of a chatterbox, Eddie was not bragging. He was very familiar with the terrain in Rio. He said it would take twenty minutes, and twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Carlette Hotel chain.

Kotaro Taniguchi got off the car and brought his people to the front desk to inquire about the news skillfully.

"I am friends with Bangju Taiga in room 767. I know he is staying in your hotel. Is he in the room now?"

As Kotaro Taniguchi spoke, he pushed a US dollar bill over with great familiarity.

According to the rules, the hotel front desk will not disclose guest information casually, but for the sake of the US dollars and because Taniguchi Kotaro said he was a friend of the guest, the beautiful receptionist who received the money still opened the computer to check, and then told the latter with regret.

"I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Bangu Taiga is not in the hotel right now. I can leave a message if you need anything."

"Thank you. If he comes back, please notify me. I have something important to discuss with him. This is my cell phone number."

"Okay, sir."

Although it was a bit regrettable, it was also understandable, so Kotaro Taniguchi turned and left. However, what he didn't know was that the next second after he walked out of the hotel, the female receptionist picked up her mobile phone and made another call.

"...Yes, someone came to see Bangu Taiga, a Japanese man who claimed to be a friend...I got his contact information...Okay, I understand."

(End of this chapter)