Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 266 Suffering a loss

Bellamy had already got off the plane, and with the "assistance" of the two old men, he got into the SUV that drove directly into the airport to pick him up.

Inside the car, Bellamy remained passively silent.

These two white old men, who were in their fifties or nearly sixties, were detectives from the Leib Detective Agency. They were the ones who rushed into the building with two pistols and captured Bellamy.

There were two old men, one was tall and thin, with a cold expression, a high nose bridge, and human eyes. He looked at everyone without any emotion.

A fat, short old man with a big nose smiled at everyone he looked at, but Bellamy was more afraid of the latter because he was smiling like that when he shot the bodyguard who fell to the ground.

Now with these two villains sitting on both sides of him, squeezed in the back seat of the SUV with him, Bellamy didn't dare to reach out to the doors on both sides or try to jump out of the car to escape.

If you don't have the ability, don't take risks. This is Bellamy's own life creed, but as of now, he doesn't seem to have done this.

In frustration, Bellamy lowered his head and no longer paid much attention to the changes in the external environment.

However, just as he was immersed in his own emotions, waiting for the judgment of fate.

When the SUV arrived at an intersection and waited for the traffic light, the thin old man on his left suddenly stretched out his clamp-like hands, grabbed Bellamy's shoulders, and forced him to lower his body and lie under the seat.

"Something is wrong. Something is wrong with those guys on the sidewalk across the intersection... The backpacks on their backs are rapid-deployment bulletproof backpacks. These guys are armed!"

The fat old man also stuck his head out and quickly found the people his partner had mentioned. He simply counted them.

"Fourteen... no, fifteen armed men. They don't look like professional soldiers. They should be gangsters or something like that. They shouldn't be waiting for us."

The fat old man glanced at Bellamy who was lying at his feet, with disdain in his eyes.

“Although I don’t know which gang these fifteen gunmen belong to in Paris, this loser shouldn’t be able to mobilize so many gunmen to rescue people.

He doesn't have this connection, and after his bank account was locked, he certainly can't afford to pay the money. Besides, it hasn't been more than 24 hours since he was arrested, and the police in Japan may not have realized what happened. There must be a misunderstanding."

The fat old man spoke in a relaxed manner, and seemed to not care much about the gunman in front of him.

However, despite saying this, the fat old man was actually not careless. He not only took out the pistol from his suit, pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet, he also took out his mobile phone and called the detective assistant in the car behind.

"You immediately drove past us, ran the red light, rushed through, and cleared a path for us."

The job of a detective's assistant is to help the detective eliminate difficulties and test dangers, and now is their time to play a role.

After receiving the order, the small car behind the SUV immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the French car forced its way onto the sidewalk on the side and rushed towards the intersection where traffic was moving normally, preparing to force other cars that were driving normally to stop.

Huangmao, who was pretending to be serious while holding a tourist map, knew at a glance that he had been exposed. However, this was not surprising, as he had never thought that the disguise of the ambushers could deceive the enemy.

Because fifteen people standing on the sidewalks on both sides of the intersection with backpacks of the same style was a very conspicuous thing, and exposure was expected. As long as the SUV passed by the intersection, they would have stepped into the trap.

When the pioneer vehicle successfully forced the normally driving vehicles on both sides to stop and made a way, Huangmao also decisively opened the portable bulletproof backpack with his backhand. When the bulletproof plate on his chest hit his chest, he pulled out the Scorpion submachine gun from the pocket.

"Rescue operation begins, open fire!"

The other fourteen members of the action team, seven Volunteer riflemen and seven stormtroopers, also completed their combat deployment in the next second, pulled out the weapons hidden in their backpacks, and opened fire at the two vehicles.

The A team's stormtroopers opened fire on the car in the middle of the intersection, using their Scorpion submachine guns to fire a dense barrage of bullets at it, while the B team's riflemen used their UMP submachine guns to fire at the SUV behind it.

Because of the concern for the hostages in the car, the riflemen generally used burst fire for accurate shooting. The shooting frequency was not high, and they also deliberately avoided the back seat of the SUV.

The French car that acted as a pathfinder and cannon fodder was immediately filled with bullets. More than a dozen bullet holes appeared on the front windshield amid the sound of rain hitting banana leaves, and then the entire piece of glass shattered and fell into the car body.

The detective assistants in the driver's seat and the front passenger's seat didn't even have time to scream before they were beaten into rag dolls. Blood gushed out, soaking the seats, and the car was covered with blood, flesh, and colorful fragments of internal organs.

The SUV that arrived a little later was also hit, but because of Bellamy's presence, it didn't get hit by as many bullets as the cannon fodder car. It was just killed by the driver's precise shots in the first place.

However, because of the presence of the cannon fodder car in front, the two old men in the back seat of the SUV had extremely precious reaction time. Even if this time was only two seconds, it was precious enough for the two Leib detectives to kick open the door that was in the way. The tall and thin old man jumped out of the car like a flying fish. Before he landed, he fired three shots in mid-air, attacking the gunman who was about 20 meters away.

Two of the seven riflemen who were firing at the SUV across the street were hit immediately.

The bulletproof plate on one man's chest blocked the attack and he just took a step back without any serious injury, while the other man was shot in the forehead and fell backwards on the spot with blood splattering.

The fat old man followed closely and jumped out of the car with the thin old man. At the same time, he dragged Bellamy down. He dragged the man with one hand and held the gun with the other hand. He and the thin old man lying on the ground opened fire on Team B.

Although they had the advantage in weapons, they were still vulnerable because of the pedestrians who ran around in panic after the gunshots and Bellamy who served as a human shield.

The riflemen who did not fire at full strength were knocked down by three people with pistols by the two old men in just three seconds.

Even from the situation, the riflemen were suppressed.

The stormtroopers of Team A had already finished killing the car in front of them, but because of the angle, they were unable to get past the SUV and shoot at the two old men on the other side to support their brothers from Team B.

Because indiscriminate firing would not only injure passers-by accidentally, but would also most likely kill Bellamy. The two old men hid behind him very cunningly, and the latter had no bulletproof vest. Even if only one stray arrow hit him, he would die.

The seven people with submachine guns were not only suppressed by the two old men who only had pistols, but three of them were shot dead in return. It was an incredible scene.

However, this is the reality, because the two old men were better shooters and more unscrupulous, and when they opened fire, two unlucky people passing by were hit by their bullets.

The yellow-haired man did not expect this to happen. He roared and waved his hand to order Team A to charge, cross the intersection, and encircle the SUV from the other side. At the same time, he raised his weapon, quickly rushed behind the rifleman who had suffered heavy losses, and opened fire.

In order to complete the boss's mission, the yellow-haired man did not fire continuously, but fired bursts with both hands. Compared with the rifleman, he had better marksmanship and was more confident that he would not hurt the hostages by mistake.

The first bullet fired by the yellow-haired man passed over the shoulder of Bellamy, who was holding his head in his hands. Although it did not hit the two people, it made the two old men immediately aware of the danger, and they immediately pointed their guns at the yellow-haired man.

When Huangmao fired the second shot, a bullet hit his shoulder, but the impact of the bullet could not shake his steady hands, and he continued to fire.

The third bullet finally flew past the fat old man's left arm, taking away a piece of flesh, causing him to involuntarily loosen his grip on Bellamy's shoulder.

Although Bellamy was trembling with fear in the hail of bullets, he was also a smart man.

The next moment when the restraint on his shoulders disappeared, he suddenly squatted down, seemingly frightened and holding his head, then rushed towards the SUV next to him regardless of everything and got under the car in a few seconds.

His reaction was so decisive and fast that the two old men who were still shooting at the rifleman and the yellow-haired man had no time to catch him again.

However, the two old men were not slow to react.

When the shield disappeared, the rifleman's fire was no longer restricted, and the stormtroopers on the other side of the SUV had not yet arrived to encircle him.

The two old men bent down with an agility that did not match their appearance. They continued to shoot while using other passers-by, trash cans, and telephone booths as cover and quickly rushed to the convenience store on the roadside.

The old man's speed was not fast, but their tactical behavior of finding cover was so sophisticated that the remaining three riflemen and the yellow-haired man's submachine gun fire were unable to touch the two men.

"Ah ah ah..."

The yellow-haired man roared angrily after watching the two enemies disappear in front of him. However, he still had reason and knew what was important and what was secondary, so he did not order his subordinates to pursue.

The yellow-haired man gestured to let the rest of the people be on guard, then he quickly rushed across the road and came to the side of the SUV. He bent down and pulled Bellamy out from under the car. After confirming that the latter was not shot, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave orders to the rest of the people.

"Quick, retreat immediately with the body, act according to the plan, and divert the attention of the police and sentries!"

After issuing the order, the yellow-haired man dragged the panic-stricken Bellamy to an alley in the opposite direction of the two detectives, where a scooter was waiting for them.

A large group of people firing on the street would definitely divert the pursuit of the Paris police and sentries. At this critical moment, the fewer people who escape, the better, because fewer people can act more flexibly.

Other NPCs can only act as bait and must not follow Bellamy.

(End of this chapter)