Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 243 The Real Black Hand (Part )
What a courage!

When Fujiwara Masato learned that Taniguchi Kotaro had been attacked, he was furious, which reinforced the stereotype of chaos in Brazil.

After sending people to rescue Kotaro Taniguchi, Fujiwara Masato immediately turned around and dispatched two armed police teams transferred from New York to Brazil to go to the slums of Rio de Janeiro to find trouble with the guerrillas.

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Jacob felt a little uneasy. He looked at the phone in his hand and wondered what was going on with the team he had sent out. He called them several times, but no one answered. Did something happen?
As the leader of the Blue Towel Guerrillas, Jacob thought about this problem with some worry.

The entire guerrilla team had only about twenty people, and the sudden accidental loss of seven people was undoubtedly a huge blow to the entire organization. No matter what, they could not allow any accidents to happen.

Thinking of this, Jacob picked up his phone and began to call the remaining guerrilla members.

Rio de Janeiro is a typical seaside city with a huge gap between the rich and the poor. The wealthy areas and famous hotels are located on the beach and at the foot of the mountains with beautiful environment, fresh air and well-connected roads.

The slums in Rio de Janeiro spread towards the mountains. On the flat land across the road are high-end hotels and luxury houses, while on the other side are slum buildings mostly consisting of brick and stone flats and tin houses.

The living and living environment in the slums is poor, transportation is inconvenient, water and electricity are unevenly distributed, and the building layout is disorderly and narrow. Except for local residents and Rio gangs who use the streets as their territory, outsiders who come in will only get lost and disappear.

The Blue Towel Guerrillas hid in one of the slums built on the hillside.

The slums in Rio are all different. Some of them are tourist attractions and receive a large number of foreign tourists every year.

The gang members entrenched there also seem to have taken advantage of the situation to change their jobs and become "tourist attraction staff". As long as the tourists pay the guides, everything will be fine. At most, the tourists will encounter thieves, but no robbers.

However, some slums do not welcome outsiders because the gangs that occupy them make a living by manufacturing and selling drugs. They look down on the small and slow money of tourists and prefer criminal activities such as selling drugs, kidnapping and robbery because they can make money quickly.

The slum of the Blue Towel Guerrillas is the latter. There are more than a dozen gangs of all sizes entrenched in it, and it is extremely dangerous. Not to mention foreign tourists, even residents of other slums are usually reluctant to approach this dangerous area.

Sometimes the police in Rio would go in, but usually they would go in with all kinds of guns and ammunition to encircle and suppress the gangs inside, ready to exchange heads for money.

There were so many incidents like this that even the hostile gangs secretly reached a mutual assistance agreement. Over time, even the Rio police were reluctant to come in.

But at noon today, a group of people broke in contrary to their usual behavior.

"Peng!"

Reynolds, who was playing poker, looked up at the clear sky dejectedly. With his upper body naked and dark skin, he looked around.

"Strange, is it going to rain? I still have clothes hanging out at home that I haven't collected yet."

A man in a flowered shirt sitting opposite him threw the playing cards on the table, swearing, picked up the rifle beside the seat, and shouted.

"What's the rain? It's a grenade explosion. Someone broke in and is causing trouble on our territory!"

The gang members who were playing cards and watching suddenly realized what was happening. They quickly put down what they were doing, grabbed their weapons, and ran towards the place where the explosion occurred under the leadership of their leaders.

Reynolds also stood up, drew out his revolver and followed. However, because his weapon was only a small pistol, Reynolds did not dare to follow too close, he just shouted and fell behind the other brothers.

After walking down a street, we heard intensive gunfire ahead.

The gunshot was very crisp. Reynolds knew it was an AR series assault rifle just by listening. The firefight ahead was very fierce!

The situation seemed a little strange. It seemed that these were not Rio police coming in to clean up the place. The most common automatic weapon in the hands of these poor cops was the Madsen light machine gun.

The Madsen light machine gun is a classic weapon that has stood the test of history, has a simple and reliable structure, and was imitated by the Qing Dynasty during the Westernization Movement.

The party that is now firing in large numbers using AR assault rifles is obviously not the kind of good guys that those cops who are owed wages can afford.

Could it be that gangs from other places are attacking?

Or is it that a new force from outside the city is coming in to stake its claim, hoping to pick a weak target and establish its authority?

Thinking of this, Reynolds couldn't help but slow down his already slow pace. He remembered that the street ahead was occupied by a small gang called the Blue Towel Guerrillas, and it didn't seem worth it for him to risk his life for them.

Although Reynolds' slowing down was not honorable, it saved his life the next moment.

A strange sound came from the sky at some point, sharp and rapid. Reynolds subconsciously stopped and looked up, and then a cloud of smoke exploded from the crowd in front of him.

For the first time, Reynolds discovered that people could fall down in unison like wheat. Time slowed down in his eyes, blood was gushing, broken arms were flying, and people were spinning in the air.

what happened?

While Reynolds was still thinking about this, he seemed to be punched in the chest amid the roar and fell backwards involuntarily.

The impact force generated when the back of his head hit the ground made Reynolds' eyes go black. When he woke up, his first reaction was to raise his hands and feet. When he found that his limbs were still there, he groped himself up and down.

Hey, that's good. There are no obvious wounds or bloodstains on the upper body. Just the thigh was hit and a piece of flesh flew off. It hurts a lot, but it's a good thing. Pain means that there is consciousness and I can recover.

After receiving the good news, Reynolds immediately forced himself to stand up and crawled towards the steps in front of a bungalow on the street, where there was a stinky ditch that could hide people.

They had to act quickly, as Reynolds could already hear the gunshots getting closer.

The sound of gunfire was intense and rapid, with explosions ringing out from time to time. Reynolds desperately dived into a stench-filled ditch, then lay there motionless, not daring to even breathe.

He hid for perhaps ten minutes, or maybe half an hour. Long after the gunfire outside had died down, Reynolds crawled out of the ditch terrified. Then he saw his gang mates lying on the ground, broken into pieces.

The scene was horrible, as if a few Hannibals had just picked out ingredients here, with mosaics everywhere.

Reynolds vomited violently after just one look.

What happened? What just hit me? Was it an RPG or explosives?
(End of this chapter)