Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 254: Osaka Crisis (Part )

Zhong Hezhen hurried back to his car. Two peripheral members were waiting anxiously outside the car. When they saw the former coming back, they were overjoyed.

"Boss, are you okay? We heard gunshots and were worried about you..."

"fine."

Zhong Hezhen waved his hands. He was in a hurry and had no mood to greet the two peripheral members.

"You stay outside the car. I have something very important to report to the organization over the phone."

"Hi Yi."

After Zhong Hezhen got in the car, two unemployed office workers in suits pretended to wander around the black German car, staring at all ordinary passers-by who approached the car and drove them away with their eyes.

But the effect is not good. The temperament of office workers is deeply rooted in their bones. It is not possible to change their aura and turn them into Yazaku immediately by carrying a pistol in their pocket.

The two outer members' eye contact to drive them away instead caused a passerby to curse them, and then a conflict broke out among the three of them.

Zhong Hezhen ignored the little drama outside the car. He took out the mobile phone issued by the organization from the hidden space inside the car, took a deep breath, and encouraged himself.

Zhong Hezhen decided to ask for help from the organization. He thought about whether to call the police for help, but after careful consideration, he gave up the idea.

As part of the public security, Zhonghe really doesn't trust the reaction speed of the Japanese public security. There is nothing he can do about it. Bureaucracy kills people. This is not an adjective but a true description. Japanese bureaucrats in particular are even better at playing Tai Chi.

In matters like this, where the chances of being criticized for failure are greater than the chances of gaining credit, Zhonghe really can guarantee that whether he calls his superiors or the local police, he will only get resentment and delays, rather than timely rescue.

It is better to have no faults than to have merits.

Only two policemen from the Silver Watch Group died. Why should I/you risk my future?

After thinking about it, Zhong Hezhen was shocked to find that the poker organization might be more reliable than the Japanese police.

After making up his mind, Zhong Hezhen used it to dial a number in his mobile phone that was filled with asterisks.

"Beep, beep, beep... I'm the Jack of Hearts..."

"Moshi Moshi, Boss, I'm Zhonghe Zhen, and I have something very important to report to you."

"explain."

The voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat cold and ruthless, which made Zhonghe, who had something to hide, a little scared.

“I…I found a building in Osaka that may have important evidence about the mission. I’m not sure what it is, but the house is guarded by Osaka gangsters, and a few minutes ago, two Osaka police officers raided the house.

Then not long after, three cars of armed men arrived, but the Osaka police did not move, so I suspected they were distracted.”

"Is the information true?"

"It's true. I went close to the scene to observe."

"Are you sure there's something important?"

The Jack of Hearts asked again, and Zhong Hezhen swallowed subconsciously. He originally wanted to pat his chest to guarantee it, but when the time came, he hesitated and didn't dare to make the promise.

"There is a high probability that there are important items. The armed men came from a timely manner. Two Osaka police officers also stayed in the house and were unwilling to leave."

"Ah."

The Jack of Hearts responded coldly, and nothing else happened. Zhonghe really had no idea what the former meant, and did not dare to say anything back. The stalemate lasted for more than a minute.

"What are your thoughts?"

Zhonghezhen was cheered up.

"I need all the peripheral members in Osaka to obey my command. All nine peripheral members can come to my vicinity within ten minutes. I want to lead them to monitor and track the vicinity of the Zhengkong Group's base..."

This is a lie. What Zhonghe really wants to do is to launch an attack with nine peripheral members to "stir up trouble".

The nine peripheral members were all civilians who had not received military training, but they had weapons in their hands and had fired a hundred rounds of bullets in the organization’s secret shooting range, so they were no strangers to shooting pistols.

This meant that the peripheral members of the poker organization might not be good at shooting, but at least they knew how to shoot.

Zhonghe really wanted to lead them to fire from a distance. Ten people and ten pistols could create quite a buzz, which should be able to attract some of the attention and manpower of those unidentified militants.

Three minutes, this is the battle time planned by Zhong Hezhen. Each of the outer members carries a pistol and two magazines. As long as they save bullets, they should be able to make up the three minutes.

If the two Osaka police officers cannot seize the opportunity and escape within these three minutes, Zhonghe Zhen will be helpless.

The peripheral members of the poker organization are also human beings, and their lives are lives as well. Zhong Hezhen led them to fire from a distance and buy three minutes, which was already the limit. He would not take the former too close to the scene of the gunfight.

You can take risks, but you can't throw your life away.

Zhong Hezhen felt that his plan was very good and had a high chance of success. However, the Jack of Hearts gave him a "surprise".

"No."

Zhong Hezhen trembled all over, and he felt as if he fell into an icy cave.

"Your plan is not good enough... Turn on the location function on your phone, then go to the nearby building you want to attack and take a few photos and upload them to the organization's database...

Ten minutes later, an action team of the organization will arrive nearby and immediately launch an attack. Your current mission is to make sure that the enemies do not leave with what the organization needs. Remember, your temporary code name is number eight. "

"Hi Yi."

This sudden turn of events made Zhong Hezhen not know what to say. He just kept nodding. When the phone was hung up, he came to his senses and realized that he was sweating profusely.

……

"Hold on, reinforcements are coming!"

Chuntian Taiga shouted and fired continuously at the stairs with a pistol of unknown model in his hand. He fired the last three bullets in the magazine and repelled an enemy who was trying to rush up with a submachine gun.

"Bakayalu, you said this three minutes ago!"

"magazine."

"The last magazine, use it sparingly."

Guangcun Daigo shouted, threw the pistol magazine in his hand over, and then picked up the lighter and a brown paper bag on the ground.

"Gone. How is that possible?"

"How is that impossible? We only brought two magazines, and the gang members on the second floor didn't have many bullets left. You shot out all the bullets I had worked so hard to find for a long time."

"No, we can't hold on without bullets. It looks like those bastards down there don't intend to leave anyone alive."

Putting the last magazine into the pistol, Chuntian Dahe looked at the wall in front of him that was shattered by bullets. The enemy's firepower below was quite strong. He didn't know how many people there were, but there were at least three automatic weapons.

No matter how good the Osaka police shooting instructor's shooting skills were, he was still beaten so badly that he couldn't even raise his head due to the absolute difference in firepower. He could only passively take the beating and use blind shooting to prevent the enemy from going up the stairs, but he was unable to effectively kill the enemy.

Just relying on a small pistol is not enough to stop the enemy. Standing by and cursing, Daigo Mitsumura and the dynamite wrapped in brown paper in his hand. Whenever Shunta Taiga felt that he could not hold on any longer, he would pick up a lighter to light the dynamite fuse, and then throw the half-palm-sized earth dynamite to the first floor to scare off the enemy with the explosion.

How long have you been persisting?
Ten minutes, or twenty minutes, the two could not remember clearly, the enemy attacked very suddenly, burst in from outside and started shooting.

If it weren't for Shunta Taiga's quick reaction, who shot and knocked down an enemy holding a submachine gun, the two would have no chance to retreat to the second floor.

"Dynamite!"

Shuntian Taiga deliberately shouted loudly, and the person who was sneaking towards the stairs downstairs immediately backed away, which made him feel relieved.

Although this trick can only be used a few times, it is worth using once. The bullets are running out, and there is not much explosives left...

There were a lot of raw materials for explosives, enough to fill up half a room, but there were not many finished explosives that Mitsumura Daigo could use immediately, only seven or eight packages.

At the same time, we are also grateful to the enemies downstairs. They had automatic weapons but no throwing weapons such as grenades and smoke bombs, which allowed the two policemen to hold out for so long.

“Dawu…”

"what happened?"

"This time, you and I are really going to die here."

Shunta Taiga silently counted the number of bullets in the pistol magazine, then turned and said goodbye to his partner.

The Osaka police hadn't come to support him for such a long time, his and his partner's cell phones could not make calls to the outside world, and there were people blocking the way outside the building. Under such circumstances, he was basically certain of his own death.

Mitsumura Daigo didn't say anything. He just lit the last explosive pack in his hand and threw it towards the stairs in front of him. After a cloud of dust was raised by the explosion, he pulled out the samurai sword at his waist, showing his attitude with his action.

"I'm so sorry, Daigo."

Knowing that his partner was about to charge, Haruta Taiga clenched the gun in his hand.

"Do you still remember that female apprentice you said you liked last year?"

"what happened?"

"She asked me for your number and I gave her mine!"

"Nani, you beast, I'm going to chop you to death..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The dense sound of gunfire interrupted the episode that was about to break up their friendship. They looked at each other, then suddenly turned their heads to look down.

"Is that the sound of an assault rifle, or a military grade weapon?!"

"This is definitely not the standard weapon for our Osaka SWAT team members."

Springfield River made a judgment.

"And judging from the shooting rhythm, these people's attack is very fierce and direct. There is no probing, just going straight in..."

Before he could finish his words, two explosions were heard from below. The vibration was so loud that even dust fell from the ceiling on the second floor.

"This is not good, Dahe, this is a grenade."

"Military high-explosive grenade."

Chuntian Dahe felt a little sore in his teeth as he listened to the noise below.

"This is not a SWAT tactic, this is the offensive method of the military's special forces."

Mitsumura Daigo remained silent, and the samurai sword in his hand unconsciously lowered a little.

"This third-party team... is so fierce."

The two policemen didn't have to wait long before the intensive gunfire and explosions on the first floor below suddenly disappeared, and were replaced by occasional pistol explosions... The people below were shooting the enemy again.

Soon, two soldiers, wrapped in black combat uniforms and heavy bulletproof armor, came up one after the other, stepping on the stairs that were devastated by explosions and had exposed steel bars.

Chuntian Dahe, who was looking down from a high place, saw everything clearly. He subconsciously dropped the pistol in his hand at the first sight, and then raised his hands under the guidance of the opponent's gun.

There is no way, there is really no way. The opponent's protection is too strong. Even the neck is tightly protected by a neck guard. Even if the pistol is shot at close range, it is impossible to penetrate the opponent's armor.

Instead of shooting and dying, it is better to surrender to this third-party team and try to survive.

Mitsumura Daigo's reaction was not slow. The next moment he saw his partner's hand raised, he immediately dropped the samurai sword in his hand and raised his hands swiftly under the muzzles of two assault rifles.

"Reporting to No. 8, we found two policemen, how should we deal with them?"

A "special forces soldier" reported in a low voice into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"Don't shoot, take them prisoners."

"clear."

After hearing the conversation, the two policemen, knowing they could survive, surrendered themselves and allowed the other party to tie their hands behind their backs with cable ties.

"Be careful, the room at the end of the corridor is full of flammable and explosive things."

When two "special forces" passed by him, Mitsumura Daigo kindly reminded them.

The two detectives knelt quietly on both sides of the stairs. Even though Mitsumura Daigo had the ability to break the cable ties, he did not act rashly.

Soon, the two "special forces" returned along the same route, and this time, they took Mitsumura Daigo and Haruta Daigo downstairs.

The first floor was in an even more miserable state than the two policemen remembered. There were more than a dozen bodies lying in the hall. A small number of them were yakuza members killed by the police, but most of them were unlucky people who were beaten to pieces by military bullets.

Broken limbs and internal organs were scattered all over the hall. Six armed men stood casually in the corner of the hall, not caring what they were stepping on.

Haruta Taiga, who was pushed downstairs, turned pale and felt like vomiting after just one look. On the contrary, Mitsumura Daigo looked at everyone in the living room casually with some indifference.

In fact, not only Mitsumura Daigo wanted to vomit, but Nakawa Makoto who walked in with two peripheral members also wanted to vomit. He actually didn't want to come in, but the captain of the armed team forcibly dragged him in because he was the on-site person designated by Red Heart Jack.

"Number 8, apart from these two prisoners, there are no living enemies in the house. Upstairs there are nearly 100 kilograms of explosive materials, a can of suspected poison gas, 50 assault rifles, and some ammunition...

In addition, there are many things on the third floor that I cannot describe, and I did not search for more specific things because my work is done. This is your business, and I am going to retreat. "

After the captain who brought Zhong Hezhen in finished reporting the matter to himself, he waved his hand and retreated neatly with the other six Sea Lion commandos, leaving Zhong Hezhen and two peripheral members who were vomiting behind.

Zhong Hezhen was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly chased after him, making the Erkang gesture with his hands, trying to keep the person.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait, what about the things upstairs?"

"That's your business, No. 8. You can call nearby peripheral members to come to support you. I have nothing to do with other matters. I am only responsible for shooting..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the captain of the Sea Lion Commando jumped onto the van in front of the house. Before the sliding door was closed, the wheels started spinning at high speed, causing the van to bounce and quickly disappear at the end of the street.

(End of this chapter)