Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 268 The Beginning of Blood

When the yellow-haired man told Bellamy that it was temporarily safe here and they could rest, the latter finally breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body went limp and he slumped down on the dusty sofa, unable to lift himself up at all.

"Thanks to God's help, I finally managed to escape from the clutches of the devil alive. Thank you so much...Sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

The yellow-haired man who was sitting by the window, carrying a chair, looked back at the unruly Bellamy, then turned back and leaned against the wall to continue resting his eyes.

"Mr. Bellamy, you can call me Jack of Hearts... Also, I need you to take a shower, change your clothes, and go to bed. Our time is precious, and no one knows when this temporary safe house will be discovered."

The Jack of Hearts... Um, the Jack of Hearts! ?
Bellamy jumped up from the sofa like a zombie, without even bending his knees, relying entirely on the strength of his waist and abdomen.

"Jack of Hearts, you are the Jack of Hearts!!!"

Bellamy was extremely surprised, with an incredible expression on his face.

He originally thought that it was amazing and powerful that the poker organization was able to quickly organize people to intercept him in the city of Paris after he was kidnapped and successfully rescue him.

But Bellamy never expected that his immediate boss would personally lead a team to rescue him.

This is simply... Bellamy can hardly describe how he feels right now.

Shocked, surprised, bewildered...

"Don't think too much. Go take a shower and go to bed. Our time is precious."

At the urging of the yellow-haired man, Bellamy dragged his tired body to take a shower. After coming out, he ate two pieces of bread bought from a convenience store with mineral water, and tried to go to bed before it got dark.

Whether it is a sudden encounter or a desperate escape, the most important thing is to maintain physical strength and ensure that you are always energetic so that you can take action immediately when needed.

Bellamy also knew this, so after taking a cold shower, he lay on the dirty-looking mattress without a quilt or pillow and began to try to fall asleep.

But maybe it was because the bed was uncomfortable or because what happened today was too exciting, Bellamy kept thinking about his experience today and couldn't fall asleep.

He thought back to the gunmen who had fallen in today's gunfight and counted them carefully. It seemed that four had fallen. Although the latter were wearing bulletproof vests, the two old men's shooting was accurate and fierce, and the bullets all hit the gunmen's vital parts such as the head and neck.

The four people who fell were all shot in the neck and face.

Four people fell in the gunfight, and Bellamy didn't dare to imagine how many more people would die in the subsequent rearguard action. The Paris police and red-hatted sentries who rushed over after hearing the gunshots were not vegetarians either.

Bellamy didn't dare to think about how many of those gunmen would survive after this operation.

He felt that the gunmen who came to rescue him should be elite members no matter what organization they were in, and they were brave enough to fight and charge. He was also very determined to let them carry out the rearguard mission without any hesitation.

Thinking back now, Bellamy couldn't help but feel a sense of regret... If he had these gunmen as bodyguards yesterday, he would definitely not have been captured alive by the two old men who broke into his office.

Bellamy believed that the reason why four of them were killed by two old men was purely because his presence hindered their performance. A good submachine gun was turned into a large pistol in their hands, and they only used single-shot bursts, without even using three-shot bursts.

Several times Bellamy could feel bullets flying past him, but none of them hit him.

This shows that even though their companions kept falling, the gunmen were still very cautious when firing, and every pull of the trigger was carefully considered.

If he had not been a human shield at the time, the seven gunmen firing with submachine guns would have definitely beaten the two old guys into a pulp.

While feeling regretful and scared, Bellamy also felt how much the poker organization valued him. It was really nice of his immediate superior to bring elite troops to rescue him personally.

If Fujiwara Masato opens Bellamy's personal interface now, he can see that the latter's data is rising rapidly.

Amidst such wild thoughts, Bellamy finally fell into a tired sleep when it was getting dark.

After Bellamy fell asleep, the yellow-haired man walked out the door. After a while, he came back with a travel bag. Then he started taking things out of the living room.

First came two Scorpion submachine guns, and twelve fully loaded thirty-round magazines.

Huangmao prepared one for himself and the other for Bellamy. The latter seemed to have received some firearms training and could use a pistol proficiently, so he would definitely not be unfamiliar with submachine guns.

The two teams that followed the yellow-haired man to Paris suffered heavy losses and were basically unable to fight. Team B was defeated by the two old men, and three members of Team A were killed by the red-hatted sentries during the rearguard action.

The two teams have now been merged into a mixed team. Due to heavy casualties, their morale is low, and Fujiwara Masato has no plans to let them continue attacking.

New reinforcements have already departed from Tokyo, but it will take at least five hours for the reinforcements to reach Paris from the small map.

During this period, the enemy could come at any time, so Huangmao had to prepare some self-defense weapons for himself and Bellamy. In addition to the pistol, there were two lightweight soft bulletproof vests that could withstand pistol bullets. In Huangmao's eyes, such protective gear was useless except for its lightness.

But there is no other way. Only by wearing this kind of bulletproof vest will it not form a clear outline on the outer clothes.

Finally, there were six offensive grenades and a flat kettle-shaped anti-personnel mine... an American-made Broadsword mine.

Huangmao had a feeling that this temporary safe house would not last long, but he did not expect that only eight hours later, he would receive an early warning. The phone in his pocket vibrated, waking Huangmao from his light sleep.

"Boss."

"Leave here. I have arranged a car to wait for you on the street behind the safe house. It's white, with a license plate...

There are eight enemies approaching the temporary safe house. They are about 500 meters away from you and will arrive in about five minutes. There is also a monitor in the house opposite the safe house. Do not open the window. "

opposite?

Huangmao took a few cautious looks through the thin curtains. He remembered that the place across the street seemed to be an illegal, undisclosed erotic venue. So, had the two of them been reported by local gangsters?

This is not surprising. The Sealand Group is a large multinational corporation with power and influence. It is easy for it to ask the Paris mafia to find a few people for them.

In addition, Huangmao has not forgotten the existence of the Leib Detective Agency. The two old men he met today are its members. Since they are detectives, it is expected that they have stronger tracking and searching capabilities... Bullshit!

Huangmao was a little angry. He had done so many disruptive actions, but it seemed that none of them were useful. The enemy came directly to his door. Their control over the city of Paris was stronger than expected, and they didn't even give him a night's rest.

The yellow-haired man walked into the bedroom, woke Bellamy up, and threw a Scorpion submachine gun, six magazines, and a briefcase on him.

"Don't turn on the lights. Get out through the back window now and wait for me next to a white Japanese car on the next street..."

"Ah, what happened?"

"The enemy is catching up. You go first. I'll make some arrangements and follow."

Second floor, let me go down?
Bellamy swallowed, but he didn't dare to waste time. After putting the submachine gun into the briefcase as quickly as possible, he ran to the window with the bag and began to try to get down without getting hurt.

Huangmao didn't care about Bellamy's actions. As long as the latter went down, even if he broke his leg, he was sure that he could carry Bellamy and run away.

Huangmao returned to the hall and took out the Broadsword mine to deploy it behind the door. This thing is very easy to use. Just throw it behind the door, and after the English side with the words "This side faces the enemy" is facing the corridor, place the tripwire behind the door.

In this way, as long as someone opens the door to a certain angle, the anti-personnel mine containing nearly a thousand steel balls and 680 grams of explosives will be activated, shooting everyone in the corridor behind the door into sieves.

The deployment of the broadsword was simple. It only took Huangmao three minutes to complete the task in the dark with the faint light of his mobile phone. When he returned to the bedroom, Bellamy was still at the window, throwing down a rope rolled out of a bed sheet.

The yellow-haired man ignored Bellamy's actions. He swiftly jumped over him and jumped out by supporting himself on the window sill with one hand.

The second floor of this house is less than three meters high. Why bother yourself so much? Just jump. As long as you have the right posture, you won't die from the fall.

After watching the Jack of Hearts fall gracefully to the ground, Bellamy did not dare to delay. He grabbed the bed sheet and tried to slide down. Halfway through, he let go and let himself fall.

After landing, the yellow-haired man ran towards the end of the dark alley. Bellamy didn't dare to call out anything, and he limped after him... The posture he landed in just now might not be right, and he sprained his ankle.

Even so, Bellamy ran very fast and caught up with the yellow-haired man in no time. The two of them ran out of the dark, garbage-filled and smelly alley and came to the two-lane road outside with a dim road section.

As soon as the two walked out, a white Japanese car pulled over and stopped beside them. The driver waved to them to get in, obviously he was one of their own.

"Peng!"

At the same time when the two got into the car, a loud explosion was heard from the direction of the temporary safe house. It was obvious that the broadsword set up by Huangmao was triggered by someone.

When the yellow-haired man in the car heard the noise, he smiled with satisfaction.

The explosion of the Broadsword mine would at least take away an enemy's life. This could be considered a small revenge for the misery of being chased by others.

"Come on, take us to the second temporary safe house."

The matter is not over yet. Huangmao suddenly doesn't want to leave Paris anymore. He wants to ask his boss for revenge.

(End of this chapter)