Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 258 Trap
The enemy-searching function of the mini-map is not invincible, and this has been confirmed once again when the J Hotel of Hearts encountered assassins repeatedly.

Most of the assassins targeting Uehara Ruei were not hostile units on the small map, which resulted in the Red J Hotel's defense being passive and difficult to take the initiative.

Therefore, Fujiwara Masato began to try to let members of the organization take the initiative to collect intelligence instead of waiting for results.

Then, before the poker organization could dig out anything, Uehara Rui took the initiative to deliver key information.

It turned out that a close confidant of Uehara Kazuto, who did not want to reveal his name, secretly defected to Uehara Rui and sold the former's plan to the latter in exchange for his own future wealth and glory.

The fact that Uehara Kazuto was taken to the Metropolitan Police Department by the Tokyo police due to his one-step miss was a far more serious blow to him than he had expected, to the point that his crucial plan to turn the tables was exposed.

A group of mercenaries from Britain are now waiting for Kazuto Uehara's orders on a cargo ship in Tokyo Bay.

To be honest, this mercenary group named Ice Blade, which has more than 30 members, is really good at hiding. If no one had revealed it, even if Poker Cards knew that there was such a team in Tokyo, they might not be able to find them.

Now, even though they know that the Ice Blade Mercenaries are in Tokyo Bay and are about to attack the Red J Hotel tonight, the Poker Organization cannot find them.

The person who provided the information only knew that the Ice Blade Mercenaries were in Tokyo Bay, but had no idea where exactly in Tokyo Bay or which cargo ship they were on.

Fujiwara Masato looked at the small map and didn't see their presence on it. It was obvious that the Ice Blade Mercenaries had no hostility towards the Poker Organization and they attacked the Red J Hotel only because of the mission.

“It’s really annoying.”

Fujiwara Masato, who was still on the high seas, sighed. He thought about it seriously, picked up the phone and dialed his cheap sister's number.

"Are you sure it's tonight?"

"I am very sure."

"Well, the hotel will get support."

……

"It's not a good job tonight."

Tomlinson, a British member of the Ice Blade Mercenary Team, was sitting in a sightseeing helicopter holding an MP5 submachine gun. The open cabin door let the wind and engine noise from outside pour in, giving the other five passengers a headache.

"How far are we from our destination?"

Tomlinson yelled, and the helicopter pilot didn't even turn his head.

"There are three minutes left before you can see your destination."

"Hou Lixie, you should have reminded us earlier. The three-minute flight is very close!"

Tomlinson and the five mercenaries in the cabin complained loudly and quickly began to check their weapons, equipment and protective gear.

There are five sightseeing helicopters flying in the Tokyo sky right now, each carrying six fully armed mercenaries, and their destination is the rooftop of the Red Heart J Hotel.

The air raid plan this time seemed very sloppy from the beginning. The helicopters and pilots were all civilian-owned, so much so that when picking up the people, one helicopter almost hit the deck of the freighter, killing half of the Ice Blade Mercenary Corps.

And now, the helicopter is almost approaching its destination. If Tomlinson hadn't asked, the pilot in front would probably not have given a warning until he saw the Red J Hotel building in the night.

Although he knew that this was not the fault of the pilot in front, after all, he was just a sightseeing helicopter pilot with no military knowledge and even very little experience in night flying, Tomlinson still couldn't help cursing.

This operation, from the beginning to now, has been full of accidents caused by unprofessionalism, and Tomlinson hates such accidents.

Tomlinson couldn't help but complain.

"Why don't we take a car to the vicinity of the mission target? Even though it's a little slower, it's safer."

"No, taking a car is the most unsafe way. Tokyo is the territory of the poker cards. Our employer has hired some mercenaries to come to Tokyo, but without exception, they all died in their hiding places. The enemy's intelligence gathering capabilities are very strong.

If we drove here, we would be ambushed along the way."

The voice of the regiment commander came from the tactical headset in Tomlinson's ear.

"So, stop complaining like a woman, little bastards, and get ready for battle. We are about to approach the rooftop of the mission target. Plane number one will lead the way and make an airborne drop. Planes two and three will be on alert and provide mid-air cover for plane one."

"Unit 2 understands."

Tomlinson answered loudly, then poked the pilot in front of him in the back with the barrel of his gun, yelling at him and telling him what to do when approaching the Jack of Hearts building.

Amid the violent noise, Tomlinson in the helicopter had already seen a building in front of him. He subconsciously picked up his mobile phone and compared it with the photo.

"The appearance is correct, the floor sign... Jack of Hearts, correct, this is it, pilot, fly around the building, brothers, quickly set up the machine guns next to the cabin door and prepare to provide cover."

The five sightseeing helicopters were like the US special forces in the Vietnam War. Two helicopters were hovering over the rooftop with the cabin doors open and light machine guns set up to point at any corner of the rooftop where there might be an ambush, keeping on guard.

The remaining three helicopters took the opportunity to lower their altitude from the roof.

Because the lighting conditions were not ideal, the situation on the roof could not be seen clearly, and also because the helicopter pilot was not a good pilot.

The leader of the Ice Blade Mercenaries did not dare to let the helicopter land on the roof. Instead, he let the helicopter hover as close to the roof as possible, then threw the rope down, and the personnel held the rope to rappel.

To be honest, this action was ugly, at least that's what Tomlinson thought. Looking at the funny performance of the Indians in his mercenary group when they landed, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Tomlinson was very sure that if someone launched an attack on the roof at this time, those guys who were running around on the roof and frantically looking for cover would definitely fall down first.

When these six Indians came to look for jobs, they claimed that they were the elites of India's airborne special forces. But this is what the elites are like?

Never mind, don't think too much and just keep working.

Fortunately, after three or four minutes, when all the people from the five helicopters landed on the roof, Tomlinson did not see the appearance of the hotel security personnel mentioned in the mission briefing, as if the hotel staff had no idea about the arrival of the helicopters.

Tomlinson, who was squatting behind an air conditioner with an MP5 submachine gun in hand, thought for a moment and turned on the intercom on his shoulder.

"Captain, I have a bad feeling. It's too quiet here."

"Shut up, Tomlinson!"

The team leader also felt that something was wrong, but at this time he could not spread this feeling of unease, as this would lower the morale of the team.

"Team One, open the door quickly. You are the vanguard. Team Two, follow up. Team Three..."

Tomlinson was not listening to the leader's instructions, because when he was being scolded, he felt that his feet accidentally kicked something hard and the sound was not right. So Tomlinson lowered his head and shone the tactical flashlight at his feet, looking at the bottom of the air conditioner, and then his eyes widened.

This black thing with wires all over its surface looked a bit like the roadside explosives he had seen when he was serving in the Middle East.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Tomlinson's forehead and back. He stood up screaming and tried desperately to alert others.

"Roadside explosives..."

Before he could finish his words, the flames of the explosion filled Tomlinson's vision.

……

"Such fireworks are really beautiful."

Minako Nakazaki was standing on the balcony of the hotel, looking at the huge flames exploding from the roof of a similar building a thousand meters ahead. She smiled and picked up a glass of red wine, took a sip, and felt very happy.

When the boss told her at noon today that Kazuto Uehara would send a group of mercenaries to attack the Red J Hotel tonight, Minako Nakazaki was surprised and angry, and she wanted to send people to eliminate these unknown guys immediately.

This is the foundation of her life, and Minako Nakazaki will not allow anyone to destroy it.

Then, when Minako Nakazaki learned that the enemy's attack method was to raid the roof of the hotel by helicopter at four in the morning, attacking from top to bottom, preparing to quickly raid the presidential suite where Uehara Rui was, Minako Nakazaki came up with a good idea.

Minako Nakazaki didn't know the mercenary group's plan to raid the Red Heart J Hotel, but since they were asked to come by helicopter, there must be a helicopter.

There are many helicopters in Tokyo, and the military helicopters are either in the hands of the US military stationed in Japan or controlled by the Japanese Self-Defense Forces. Kazuto Uehara certainly cannot get them.

If we can get it, there's no need to hire mercenaries. We can just let the Americans fly over to clean up the mess.

As for civilian helicopters, the most numerous and largest helicopters in Tokyo are the sightseeing helicopters of travel agencies. They are easiest for Kazuto Uehara to rent, and applying for flight routes is not a problem for him.

With Minako Nakazaki's current ability, she only needed to ask around a little and she knew that two travel companies' large sightseeing helicopters were rented today, a total of five aircraft.

The accompanying helicopter pilot was paid a large sum of money and asked to fly over Tokyo tonight.

It was obvious that these five helicopters were hired by Uehara Kazuto, and their mission tonight was self-evident.

Once this information is confirmed, the next task will be much easier.

Minako Nakazaki first sent people to find the five helicopter pilots, controlled their families, and then secretly contacted the pilots, asking them to slightly change their flight destination tonight to a 20-story hotel building one kilometer away from the Red Heart J Hotel.

If it were during the day, the mercenaries would definitely easily notice the change of location, but who asked them to carry out the mission at night?

The lighting conditions were not ideal, and Minako Nakazaki temporarily installed a hotel sign on the building, so she thought she should be able to fool the mercenaries.

As long as they landed on the roof of the designated building, these foreigners would be dead. No matter how outstanding their skills and tactics were, their fate would be doomed facing the remote-controlled bombs everywhere on the roof.

Anyway, the building is not her own property, so Minako Nakazaki won't feel any regret no matter how many explosives are installed.

If the mercenaries did not fall for it and used guns to force the pilot to come to the right place, Minako Nakazaki would not be afraid, because the three teams sent by the organization were waiting on the roof of the hotel.

These soldiers, who called themselves cleaners, deployed five 12mm heavy machine guns that could fire into the sky at various locations on the roof. As long as the planes approached the roof, they would use the heavy machine guns to fire and shoot down the five civilian helicopters.

Fortunately, the situation did not turn out to be the worst.

Minako Nakazaki smiled and raised her glass again to clink glasses with the person next to her.

"Miss Liuyi, congratulations, you can get what you want. Your plan is successful."

"I also congratulate you in advance on your further strengthening of your position within the organization, Miss Minako."

……

"Failed again?"

Uehara Kazuto listened to the report from his subordinate on the other end of the phone with great disappointment. He didn't want to hear the latter's reasons. He only knew that Uehara Ryue was alive again.

Without waiting for his subordinate to explain the whole story, Uehara Kazuto hung up the phone. Sitting on the luxurious sofa, he picked up the iced mineral water and poured it over his head in annoyance, trying to cool himself down physically.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

"Who?"

"Mr. Uehara, the midnight snack you ordered has arrived."

"Send it in."

A policeman from the Metropolitan Police Department walked in with a meal box, and like a servant, he respectfully placed a luxurious Japanese meal on the interrogation table in front of Uehara Kazuto, then opened the box and took out the food and tableware inside.

Uehara Kazuto, who had just heard bad news, was a little irritable. Plus, he didn't like being served by an old man in a police uniform and with a mustache, so he waved his hand.

"Come on, I'll do it myself."

The middle-aged policeman seemed not to hear and continued to insist on arranging the pointed chopsticks.

His behavior angered Uehara Kazuto, who was already furious. He stood up and slapped the policeman in the face, completely ignoring the fact that this was an interrogation room and there were four surveillance cameras on the ceiling that recorded his actions.

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me..."

"Snapped!"

"Pfft!"

When Uehara Kazuto's hand hit the policeman's face, a pair of pointed chopsticks were inserted into Uehara Kazuto's neck almost at the same time. The chopsticks were held tightly in the hand of the sanitation policeman like a dagger, and stabbed hard into the former's neck.

Uehara Kazuto subconsciously touched his neck, and then the policeman stirred the chopsticks vigorously, tearing the wound open and causing blood to gush out.

"Mr. Uehara Kazuto, Ms. Liuyi asked me to say hello to you."

The door of the interrogation room was kicked open, and several policemen and bodyguards rushed over screaming, pinning down the sanitation officer Hu, while dragging Uehara Kazuto, whose neck wound was bleeding profusely, away from the murderer.

However, no matter how fast they moved, it was too late at this moment, because Uehara Kazuto, who kept covering his neck with both hands, was rapidly losing blood and his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

(End of this chapter)