Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 253 Osaka Crisis (Part )

As a Japanese agent, Zhonghe was a very accurate shooter. With just a raise of his hand, two bullets hit the gangsters' heads, knocking them down at once.

Zhong Hezhen was not afraid that the Yakuza members in the house would find out something was wrong. The biggest function of the silencer was to destroy the structure of the gunshot, making it sound less like a gunshot and making the sound not travel far.

Zhong Hezhen walked over quickly, stepped over the corpse, and slowly pushed open the back door.

The door was pushed open, and all the sounds that were isolated inside the house rushed out. Gunshots, shouts, and screams all came at once, beating Zhong Hezhen's ears.

After crossing the back and turning a small corner, there is a narrow corridor with two room doors and at the end are stairs leading to the second floor.

A man in a white shirt was leaning against the stairs, blood spurting from his neck, staining his white clothes red.

The sound of gunfire came from the second floor. Zhong Hezhen held the gun in both hands, pointing the muzzle at the ground. He walked as lightly as possible, sticking to the corner of the wall.

The doors of the two rooms in the corridor were open. When Zhong Hezhen looked inside, he could see wine bottles scattered around and a TV that was still playing a funny variety show.

There was no one...or rather, no living people, but there were two dead people, and the blood from their bodies soaked the beige tatami.

When he reached the stairs, Zhong Hezhen also saw the living room of the house. It was in a mess. The sofa was overturned, the vase was broken, and there were two bullet holes in the imitation landscape painting hanging on the wall for showy elegance.

There were three or four people lying on the ground, some dead and some still twitching.

Something is wrong. The situation is not what I imagined!
Zhonghe Zhen suddenly realized that Guangcun Daigo and Shuntian Taiga were not besieged by others, but these two policemen took the initiative to launch a raid on the Yakuza stronghold.

Not only that, these two people also rushed in, catching the Zhengkong Group off guard, and even went to the second floor. The intensive gunfire was not because they were suppressed, but because the Yakuza members were desperately trying to stop the police's attack.

Do I still need to go up to the second floor?

Zhong Hezhen listened carefully to the chaotic footsteps above his head and the panicked shouts of some people, then shook his head.

Forget it, I'd rather not go up. The police don't know I'm one of them. The yakuza members will definitely shoot when they see me. If I go up, there's a high probability that I'll be shot at from both sides. There's really no need to take the risk.

After thinking things through, Zhong Hezhen backed away, wanting to return the same way and leave.

After taking only two steps, Zhong Hezhen felt as if his trouser leg was stuck by something and he couldn't move. He looked down and saw that it was the man leaning against the stairs. He was not dead yet. He grabbed Zhong Hezhen's trouser leg with one hand and looked at him with eyes for help.

Zhong Hezhen looked down and found that the injured person's neck was slashed by someone. The latter covered it with his hand. Although it failed to stop the bleeding, it prolonged his countdown to death.

Although the injury was fatal, based on what Zhong Hezhen had learned in the first aid course, he knew that as long as he tore off the injured person's cotton clothes and bandaged his neck, there was still hope that the latter could hold on until the ambulance arrived.

Just doing this might lead to exposing myself, but if I ignore him, there is a high probability that this guy will not survive. His veins might have been cut, and he is losing blood too quickly.

Zhonghe's hesitation lasted only two seconds. Looking at the young face and then at the injured man's shabby work shirt, he bent down, tore the latter's clothes into strips, then removed his hand, tied it tightly around the wound, and squeezed to stop the bleeding.

"Press it hard!"

Zhong Hezhen instructed him, then grabbed the shoulder of the young man with the fuzz on his lips and dragged him into a room next to the back corridor to prevent him from getting unlucky again in the gunfight.

So let it be, Zhonghe has done everything it can, I hope this unlucky guy can survive and never get involved in the underworld again. There is no future in Japan nowadays for being involved in the underworld, the old guys have no choice, and the young guys should not go astray.

"Good luck."

After Zhong Hezhen said goodbye to him, he closed the door and backed away.

I don’t know if good people don’t get rewarded, or if Zhonghe really saved someone he shouldn’t have saved. As soon as he closed the door, he heard a burst of dense footsteps outside the hall opposite the stairs.

Before Zhong Hezhen could come to his senses and hide, four or five men in ordinary casual clothes, holding pistols and samurai swords in their hands, broke in.

Zhong Hezhen, who was standing in the staircase corridor, suddenly came into their sight.

There was no way, everyone else was lying down, and he was the only one standing, and he was wearing a arrogant black coat, which made him stand out from the rest of the people at the scene. If he was not conspicuous, who would be conspicuous?

These violent elements of unknown origin raised their guns and fired at Zhong Hezhen while shouting.

The latter reacted faster. When he found someone breaking in, he immediately unlocked the door again and jumped into the room, just avoiding the rain of bullets from behind.

Zhong Hezhen fell heavily on the tatami and got a stitch in his chest. He couldn't catch his breath and kept coughing. But he didn't dare to rest because there were many people outside who wanted to kill him.

While turning around and getting up, Zhong Hezhen accidentally looked at the injured man leaning against the wall, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Hello, we meet again."

After saying that, Zhong Hezhen brought the gun to the door frame, stuck the pistol out, and fired three shots in a row at Xia Jiba.

If this kind of African shooting method is seen by some people, they will definitely criticize it and say that you really don't know how to shoot. It is a strictly prohibited violation in a water gun shooting range.

However, the battlefield is not a game, and life only has one chance, and there is no chance for a resurrection match.

Faith shooting may seem like an unreliable act of wasting bullets, but in fact it is indeed a tactical act. Zhonghe really fired indiscriminately and successfully made the two militants with samurai swords stop and find a place to hide.

The other three gunmen also subconsciously retracted their necks, and the frequency of their suppressive shooting decreased.

Although the three random shots fired by Xia Ji were not very accurate, no one was willing to take a chance and bet that they would be lucky and not get hit.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhong Hezhen quickly leaned out and opened fire in such a short half second. His finger quickly pulled the trigger, making the Glock 17, which did not have the three-burst function, produce the three-burst effect.

A gunman crouching behind a sofa became Zhong Hezhen's target. Three bullets hit the sofa, easily penetrating the cotton and wooden structure of the sofa. Two pistol bullets landed on his stomach and chest, knocking him down instantly.

Without wearing any bulletproof equipment, if you are shot in the chest and stomach, even if you are not dead, you will have to lie on the ground and wait for first aid.

Zhonghe was not greedy for guns. After firing three bullets, he immediately retreated, just in time to avoid the rain of bullets from the enemy's counterattack, and wood chips from the door frame flew everywhere.

Zhong Hezhen was panting heavily, and he was a little panicked. Although he had just counterattacked and knocked down a man, the terrain was too unfavorable for him. If he didn't break out quickly, he would be in trouble. Even if he didn't die, he would be shot and injured. Zhong Hezhen tried to think calmly as much as possible, while holding out his gun and firing to stop the enemy from rushing over.

Did the two policemen on the second floor hear the noise on the first floor?
If they don't know anything, then I have to leave. No matter what, Zhong Hezhen will not joke with his own life... It's okay to take risks to save people, but it's not okay to sacrifice for such a thing.

After one magazine was emptied, Zhong Hezhen roughly estimated that more than two minutes had passed when the long-awaited movement finally came from the stairs opposite the living room. A pistol and half a face appeared from the corner of the stairs and opened fire continuously at the living room below.

Zhonghe really thought that his marksmanship was very good. He was able to shoot two bandits in the head continuously at a distance of ten meters, killing them with one shot. In the chaos of fighting, he was also able to quickly counterattack while being suppressed and knock down an enemy hiding behind a cover.

However, in the subsequent gunfight, Zhong Hezhen discovered that the SIG Sauer pistol that was stretched out from the stairs shot better than himself. It fired continuously, the pistol fired like a submachine gun, and the bullets landed extremely accurately.

After only five shots, two enemies who were hiding behind cover but not well were shot and fell first, followed by the remaining two swordsmen with samurai swords. They were still trying to rush towards the room where Zhong Hezhen was hiding, unaware that their companions behind them had fallen.

However, because they rushed forward with their heads covered, the remaining two enemies happened to rush into the blind spot of the SIG Sauer pistol, making
Zhong Hezhen, who discovered this situation, walked out of the room boldly, stood in the corridor and opened fire at the remaining two enemies. Two shots knocked down one of them.

Seeing his companions fall, the last swordsman didn't know that he was the only one left, but he subconsciously knew that it was time to fight to the death. Without any hesitation, he roared and continued to rush forward, holding the samurai sword high, ready to chop at Zhonghe Zhen's skull.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Hezhen subconsciously fell backwards and narrowly avoided the fatal knife.

Just when Zhong Hezhen was desperately pointing his gun upwards, ready to fire a few copper peanuts at the knifeman even if he was chopped off, a man jumped down from the stairs and hit the knifeman, saving Zhong Hezhen who was about to be stabbed.

By the time Zhong Hezhen quickly stood up from the ground, the policeman who jumped down had already broken the knifeman's neck. He then swept his leg and kicked Zhong Hezhen to the ground, then pounced on him, and the former's pistol was seized.

"Who are you!"

Guangcun Daigo, who had controlled Zhonghezhen, growled, holding the former's hands with one hand and pinching his neck with the other.

“…I’m a police officer.”

Hearing this, Guangcun Daigo subconsciously loosened his hand that was pinching Zhonghezhen's neck.

"Really?"

"You're not my colleague, why should I risk my life to come in and take the bullet for you? Let go."

"And where are your IDs?"

"No, I'm here on a special mission in Osaka and I can't bring any documents that would reveal my identity."

As soon as he said this, Guangcun Daigo put his hand on Zhonghezhen's neck again.

"Come on, let's go to the police station..."

"Bakayaro, are you an idiot? I'm on a special mission, a special mission. Do you want me to be exposed and die in the sewer?"

Zhonghe was really angry. He no longer showed any mercy. He forced his pinned knee upwards and hit Guangcun Daigo's crotch.

Even Mitsumura Daigo, a judo master, couldn't help but let out an "oh" when his weak spot was hit like this, and he loosened his hands, covered his crotch, and fell to the side.

Zhong Hezhen quickly got up, picked up the pistol that he had dropped on the side, and ran towards the back door with his back bent. He knew that staying now would only make things worse. He had to leave here and not be taken to the police station.

Haruta Taiga, who saw his companion suppressing the last man, was caught off guard by this sudden change. He trusted Mitsumura Daigo very much, so he did not expect that Zhonghe Zhen could be suppressed and still counterattack.

When Nakakazu Makoto fled to the back door, Haruta Taiga was checking the dead and wounded in the hall with a gun. When he turned around, he only had time to raise his hand and shoot at the thigh of the former's back.

The gun went off, but Zhong Hezhen didn't fall down. He just staggered a bit, then continued to run quickly and rushed out in a flash.

"Ahhh... bastard, you hit me wrongly? Tomorrow, you have to buy me a drink!"

“I hit it!”

"Then why didn't he fall down?"

"There's something wrong with that coat. You stay here and I'll go chase it..."

"No, don't chase him. The things on the second floor are more important. This guy of unknown origin can just run away. He is not important. The most important things are the homemade explosives and a large number of automatic rifles on the second floor. These are the most deadly things."

On the other side, Zhong Hezhen, who had run a long way, looked back for a while at the intersection at the end of the street. After making sure that the two bastards hadn't caught up with him, he squatted down and rubbed the back of his thigh. You didn't need to look to know that there was a bruise.

Damn, it hurts so much. Fortunately, the organization did not lie to me. The coat on my body is indeed bulletproof. The 9mm pistol bullet did not penetrate it. But the pain is unavoidable. After all, it is soft bulletproof fiber, not a bulletproof plate.

After rubbing his thigh for a while to relieve the pain, Zhong Hezhen walked towards his car at a normal pace. However, just as he passed the intersection, three cars ignored the red light and sped towards him from the opposite side of the road.

Out of an agent's instinct, Zhong Hezhen looked at the car and saw that it was full of big men.

Because of the car window and the distance of more than ten meters, Zhong Hezhen couldn't see more details. He just subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

The people in these three cars are definitely not Osaka police officers. When investigating a case, the police will definitely drive a police car and sound the sirens, and even plainclothes police officers are no exception.

If they are not police officers, then where are the Osaka police?
A gunfight has broken out here, so someone must have reported a crime. The Osaka police who received the call would have responded immediately, but after such a long time, they still haven't arrived at the scene.

malfeasance?

Or is there something holding up the Osaka police?

No matter what, the two policemen still guarding the scene are in trouble.

No, I have to save them.

However, it would be useless to go back alone. Zhonghe really knew himself well. His marksmanship might be good, but it would be impossible for him to become a hero and fight against many enemies alone.

Must ask for help!
(End of this chapter)