Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 267 Escape
"Damn it, I'm at a huge disadvantage!"

Fujiwara Masato, who was far away in Tokyo, cursed as he watched the entire battle from a third-person perspective. He then quickly realized the shortcomings of his own battle plan and the enemy's tactical choices.

Those two fat and thin white old men were definitely masters. They seized every flaw of the action team and gained the upper hand tactically.

In Fujiwara Masato's eyes, there should be no problem with Huangmao's action plan, but the failure to do it perfectly was one of the faults of the action. When he recalled the action, the only problem he could find was his own.

The operatives arranged were not elite enough, and their weapons and equipment were not sophisticated enough.

Masato Fujiwara had to admit that he underestimated the enemy and thought that he could solve the problem and rescue Bellamy with only two teams of militia and submachine guns.

Although the objective of the operation was achieved, four riflemen were killed.

And the scene where the remaining members of Team A exchanged fire with the Paris sentinels on the road in order to divert attention after the yellow-haired man pulled Bellamy away from the scene, all told Fujiwara Masato that the success of the operation was very far-fetched.

The whole process, from the cannon fodder vehicle delivering lives to the two old men running away, took less than a minute, and the actual exchange of fire lasted only thirty seconds.

In such a short period of time, Team B was severely defeated and its morale was low, and the situation of Team A, which was guarding the rear, was probably not much better.

So, the people were rescued, but the fourteen Volunteer riflemen and stormtroopers were probably going to be killed in Paris.

The loss was not that big, but Fujiwara Masato looked unhappy, and he had already started thinking about how to get back at his loss.

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Compared to the boss who is far away in Tokyo, the actions of Huangmao and Bellamy who are driving fast on the streets of Paris are more thrilling.

Sitting on the back of a scooter, still wearing a motorcycle helmet, Bellamy listened tremblingly to the sirens and occasional gunshots that came from far away and then from near to far.

The two were now traveling through the intricate alleys of Paris.

Thanks to Paris' long history, there are many winding alleys in Paris that can only accommodate pedestrians and motorcycles. Huangmao drove Bellamy through them.

Taking advantage of the sacrifice of the stormtroopers of Team A to divert the attention of the Paris police and the red-hatted sentries, the yellow-haired man successfully drove a motorcycle and broke through the encirclement of the latter two in fifteen minutes.

The two men rushed out of the small path surrounding the residential building. Huangmao drove the car deliberately to avoid the road sections with surveillance cameras and stopped in front of an old clothing store.

"Oh, sir, what are we going to do?"

Stopping at the critical moment of escape, Bellamy was not only a little anxious, he also wanted to take advantage of this precious opportunity to rush out of the city of Paris in one breath.

The yellow-haired man ignored Bellamy's questions. He just dragged the latter into the store and then came out again five minutes later.

At this time, both of them changed their clothes. Bellamy's high-end suit turned into a floral shirt and beige shorts, and he also wore a pair of sunglasses, while the black coat on the yellow-haired man turned into a maroon casual suit, and he also wore a baseball cap on his head to cover his yellow hair.

The simple combination of clothes makes Bellamy look like a rude American, and the yellow-haired boy is his companion and lackey.

Changing clothes cannot fool the computer's facial recognition, but it can disguise and protect yourself to a certain extent from the attention of others and reduce unnecessary concealment.

After changing his clothes, the yellow-haired man gave up his scooter, without taking out the key, and pushed the scooter to a parking space in the alley nearby. Then he took Bellamy to the side of the road and hailed a car.

In the city of Paris, such an unlocked motorcycle would disappear from the streets within an hour, so Huangmao was not worried about it being found by the Paris police. A yellow taxi stopped at Huangmao's beckoning, and he and Bellamy opened the door and got in. Huangmao deliberately told him the name of a Paris hotel in English with a New York accent.

The driver obviously understood, but he spread his hands and looked confused. The yellow-haired man took out a tourist map and pointed out the name of the hotel. Only then did he drive away pretending to be enlightened.

When they arrived at the destination, the arrogant Parisian driver deliberately charged Huangmao twice the fare, which made Bellamy a little embarrassed after getting off the car.

"Believe me, Parisians are not like this on a daily basis. It's just that your American-accented English..."

The yellow-haired man still ignored Bellamy's explanation. Everything he did was intentional, and his purpose was to mislead possible pursuers.

He had a feeling that the two fleeing enemies would not give up just like that.

The yellow-haired man did not take Bellamy to the hotel. The two continued walking. After walking for a while, the former took Bellamy into a messy residential area and stopped in front of an old building that was obviously from the last century.

The house is very old, but next to the narrow staircase there is a very new express parcel storage cabinet produced by a certain oriental country.

Huangmao walked up to the electronic panel of the express locker and entered a string of numbers from his memory. With a click, a locker popped open, revealing a bunch of keys.

He walked over to take it, closed the cabinet, and led Bellamy into the narrow stairs of the old house. At the end of the straight corridor on the left side of the second floor, he used the key to open the door and the two walked in.

"Oh, is this the organization's safe house in Paris?"

Bellamy had already known the yellow-haired man's intention at this time. It was obviously too dangerous to escape from Paris now. He needed to hide in the safe house for a while and make plans after avoiding the limelight.

He looked around the temporary accommodation which only had one bedroom and one living room, brushed off the dust on the sofa, and was a little dissatisfied.

"Isn't this place too... ahem...?"

"A temporary safe house."

Huangmao walked to the window and slightly opened the beige curtains. He could just observe the entrance and exit of the house from under the window, which made him very satisfied.

Paris is a famous tourist city, so many Parisians convert their houses into B&Bs and rent them out in exchange for rent.

Among these landlords, some smart people have come up with an online rental service. The general process is that out-of-town or foreign tourists contact the landlord online, agree with the latter on how many days they want to rent, and then give the corresponding rent and deposit.

The landlord will give tourists the code of the express cabinet where the room keys are stored, and let the tourists get the keys themselves and move in.

The house is old, with water and electricity available, but the sofa and bed are worthless second-hand goods, so the landlord is not afraid that tourists will do something sneaky to his house.

If some stupid tourists do this, the landlord who has the deposit in hand will not suffer any loss.

Because both transactions are conducted on the Internet, even a poker organization far away in Japan can easily rent a house from a landlord with a fake passport, and such a lease will not be registered in the Paris police's database.

In order to evade taxes, landlords will never report their house rentals to the authorities, so even a fake passport will not be discovered by the former.

"Take a break first. This is only a temporary residence for two days. It's not safe enough."

(End of this chapter)