Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 272 Bloodbath at the Leib Detective Agency (Part )

Huangmao looked up at the quiet stairs. He didn't hear any unusual sounds, but the silence that made the air freeze and make people feel suffocated spoke volumes.

The yellow-haired man gently took out an offensive grenade from his arms, then turned his head to look at the anti-terrorist commandos beside him. They were lined up in a row at the stairs, waiting for his order.

The leader of the anti-terrorist commando team was holding a Minimi machine gun in his arms, equipped with a plastic magazine with 200 rounds of bullets.

The Minimi machine gun's good rate of fire, coupled with the 200 rounds of ammunition, makes the commando captain's fire suppression and sustainability far beyond the reach of a submachine gun.

After making sure that the anti-terrorist commandos were ready, the yellow-haired man slowly pulled the ring of the grenade, and the pistol flew out.

No matter how slow Huangmao's movements were, the grenade still made a slightly loud noise. The slight sound of metal friction and collision when the grenade was detonated was particularly obvious at this moment.

The detective who was squatting behind the handrail of the fifth-floor stairs and pointing a submachine gun at the gap of the stairs also heard the unusual noise. His face suddenly changed, but he did not move. Instead, he continued to stay where he was, still pointing the gun downwards.

He wanted to see what the person who wanted to throw the grenade would do.

The yellow-haired man did not rush forward and expose himself to the enemy's gun. Instead, he waved his hand and threw the grenade, causing it to hit the wall of the staircase platform and then bounce off and fall on the opposite stairs.

The detective who was guarding the intersection with a submachine gun in hand turned his head slightly to take a look at the appearance and location of the grenade, then ignored it.

This is an offensive grenade that relies on shock waves as its main means of killing, with a damage range of two to five meters.

Now he was on a high place, blocked by the stairs, so even if the grenade exploded, it could not hurt him.

Although the detective was confident in his judgment, when the grenade exploded and created a cloud of smoke, he and another detective behind him subconsciously bent down and lowered their heads.

This is the human body's instinct to avoid danger. Even though the detective knew that the explosion of the grenade would not hurt him, he would still do this action.

Of course, this was only for a moment, and almost in the next breath, they returned to their normal gun-holding posture.

And this is enough. Huangmao did not expect to kill the enemy when throwing this offensive grenade. His purpose was to make the enemy dodge.

At the same time as the grenade exploded, the anti-terrorist commandos took action.

The squad leader holding the Minimi machine gun rushed to the front, with the muzzle of the machine gun in his arms pointing diagonally upwards. Before he saw the enemy, he pulled the trigger and poured a barrage of bullets into the gap between the stairs.

The offensive grenade thrown by Huangmao successfully completed its mission, allowing the anti-terrorist commandos and the detective upstairs to discover each other at the same time, open fire at the same time, and exchange bullets relatively fairly.

Hearing the gunshots below, the detective above, without hesitation, opened fire below amid the flying cement debris, even though he hadn't seen any enemy yet. The bullets just happened to cover the captain of the assault team who was shot.

In this lightning-fast exchange of fire, the commando leader was hit by a bullet in the shoulder, head, and neck. When the bullets collided with the bulletproof ceramic plates and hard composite materials with loud noises, the hit commandos fell to the ground with their backs facing the sky.

But even though he fell to the ground, the Minimi machine gun in his arms never stopped firing, and the muzzle was always pointed steadily at the stairs above.

The detective who fired the shot did not get any good result either. He was in a high position with only half of his shoulder and half of his face exposed, but he was still shot in the dense hail of bullets.

When the commando captain fell, the detective was hit in the shoulder by a 5.56mm machine gun bullet. The impact of the bullet made him subconsciously step back a few steps and give up the shooting position.

The second detective, who was standing a little behind, stepped forward without hesitation, passed his injured companion, and fired at the bottom of the stairs with his submachine gun without even looking.

The second detective reacted quickly and responded correctly, but due to the limitations of the weapons and equipment in his hands, his move forward became an act of suicide.

When the commando leader fell, he successfully used machine gun fire to clear a path for his team members. The two commandos behind him stood shoulder to shoulder, holding submachine guns pointed in the direction of the enemy, and strode up the stairs.

When the second detective stepped forward, he bumped right into their guns, not giving the enemy a chance to react and retreat. The two commandos opened fire at the fastest speed, and several 9mm Parabellum bullets hit the former.

The two detectives were also wearing bulletproof vests, but unfortunately they were police vests, which were lightweight soft protective gear that only protected the upper body and provided no protection for areas such as the shoulders, neck, and head.

The detective is a good shooter and he will subconsciously fire at the enemy's upper body and head area when shooting. The anti-terrorist commando led by Huangmao is not bad either. The MP5 submachine guns in their hands are extremely stable when firing, and the bullets fly accurately to the enemy's vital points.

Amid the dull sound of the bullet breaking through the body, the second detective didn't even have the chance to fire two more shots before his head was blown up by the bullet, and his mutilated body fell backwards involuntarily.

Two anti-terrorist commandos took the opportunity to rush up the stairs, shot and killed the first detective who was injured and fell to the ground, then threw two stun grenades into the fifth floor, and entered crosswise with submachine guns in hand amid continuous explosions.

Assault Group No. 1 rushed forward, and Assault Group No. 2 immediately followed, keeping close to their colleagues in the front, covering and enhancing the former's flank and firepower output.

In such a busy situation, Huangmao did not go up to the fifth floor. Although he was a good shooter and was not afraid of death, he found that he was not in sync with the anti-terrorist commandos, as the latter had their own assault tactics.

Adding another gang killer not only did not bring any benefit, but instead added a lot of trouble.

So, Huangmao stayed, walked to the fallen commando captain, squatted down and checked the latter's injuries.

When the yellow-haired man took off the Mickey helmet with a broken mask, a large amount of blood flowed out, wetting his hands and the ground.

Bulletproof helmets can block bullets, but they are not 100% bulletproof. If the angle of the bullet is particularly sharp, even a steel helmet cannot withstand the penetration of the bullet.

The detective who opened fire was standing on a high place, and the bullet he fired from above just happened to hit the captain's helmet. The latter's bulletproof helmet could not withstand the shot from the submachine gun, and a hole was shot through the helmet.

However, after Huangmao took off his gloves and searched the captain's head up and down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It feels hard to the touch and no soft human tissue is touched. Obviously, the bulletproof helmet still works. After the bullet penetrates it, the force is greatly reduced. The bullet may have just grazed the skull and did not enter the brain.

The injury was not serious, at least not fatal.

Huangmao continued to check and found that the team member's neck guard and shoulder armor were not pierced. In other words, the latter was only injured in the head.

Things turned out just as Huangmao had guessed. When he finished his inspection, the captain of the anti-terrorist commando team lying on the ground groaned and woke up from his coma.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to throw aside the extremely heavy Minimi machine gun on his body, then turned over and sat up, took the MP5 submachine gun on his back in his hand, and was about to stand up.

However, the captain of the commando team failed to succeed in this extremely simple action several times, and fell down every time. "Don't move, you may have a concussion."

This is not surprising. He was lucky not to die after being shot in the head.

"Just lie here and hold on."

"Understood...Sir."

After arranging the wounded, he took out some hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on the former's head. After completing the bleeding process in a very sloppy manner, the yellow-haired man took out his submachine gun and walked towards the fifth floor.

The battle on the fifth floor was fierce. Not to mention the two bodies of detectives on the stairs, Huangmao stepped on several bullet casings as soon as he entered. The sturdy soles of his boots rubbed against the brass, making a sharp explosion.

The fifth floor of the detective agency building was not much different from an ordinary company. The entrance was also divided into pieces by glass walls and office units. But now all these things were broken, collapsed, or shattered by bullets.

There were several people lying in the hall, motionless, with blood all over the floor. There were also several people sitting on the ground, grabbing their thighs and wailing. Gunshots could be heard faintly from deep inside the house, one after another, but not continuously.

As soon as Huangmao heard it, he knew that the battle was over and had entered the final stage. The anti-terrorist commandos should be shooting the attacker in the thigh.

At this time, the walkie-talkie on the shoulder of the yellow-haired tactical vest rang.

"Boss, the police are coming. They're about three...five minutes away from you."

"Five minutes is enough. Prepare the vehicles and cover for retreat. I will notify everyone to leave now. We will go downstairs in three minutes."

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The customers inside and outside the Leib Café downstairs did not disperse. Ever since people sitting on the street outside saw seven fully armed "special police" rush into the building next door, many French people were curious about what happened here.

The "bad habit" of liking to watch is not only possessed by people from a certain Eastern country. In fact, people all over the world have this hobby, and the French are no exception.

Even though they knew that "special police" had entered and heard gunshots and screams from inside the building, these still could not stop the French people's curiosity. Some people did not forget their business while watching and called a certain reporter to ask for money for the tip.

There are even some daring people who are not satisfied with just peeping at the door, and rush in with their cell phones in hand.

Such people obviously want to create some news, whether it is leaking to news TV stations or posting it on the Internet, earning a wave of traffic and becoming an Internet celebrity is a very cost-effective thing.

As for the danger.

What's the danger?

We are all French citizens. The French police did not cordon off the scene, which led to us walking in. This is definitely not our fault. If the police wanted to attack me, I could sue them afterwards and get compensation for mental damage and lost wages.

These Frenchmen, who were no different from thugs, had a good plan. According to the situation, they were not dangerous...but they did not expect that the gunmen guarding the first floor were not plainclothes policemen from Paris.

Faced with these uninvited guests, Huangmao recruited a special type of soldiers from Paris - rogue gunmen, who shouted at them to get out of here and did not open fire immediately.

Among the seven or eight people who had trespassed and were shot, two clever ones had already noticed something was wrong and quietly ran away. They successfully escaped from the scene of the dispute without anyone trying to stop them.

However, the rest of the people continued to mindlessly harass and curse, and some people saw the body lying in the elevator and raised their mobile phones to take a video.

Then, these people who were looking for death succeeded in killing themselves as they wished... The rogue gunmen simply raised their submachine guns and fired at these idiots, leaving no one alive.

Don't think this is unbelievable. In fact, as long as you go abroad, you will find that there are a lot of idiots like this abroad. The joy of learning has made people stupid.

After several people died, the onlookers outside realized that what they were eating was not right, and they scattered in a hurry. However, they did not run far, and they kept calling the police outside.

Alfred was not among the crowd. He was hiding in the cafe, standing on tiptoe anxiously at the glass window, looking out.

He hoped to see the police arrive sooner and hoped to see some of his people escape from the company. At the same time, he was particularly afraid that he would be seen by snipers deployed on the rooftops of nearby buildings.

It's impossible not to have one. According to the standard configuration of anti-terrorist teams, when the assault team is doing its job, a sniper team will definitely be deployed nearby to provide cover.

Amidst this tangle of anxiety and fear, Alfred kept wondering whether he had offended any big shots recently, or whether the employees of the detective agency had carried out any terrorist attacks not long ago.

Otherwise, how could the Leib Detective Agency be worthy of such an elite team to silence witnesses?

There are surveillance cameras on every floor of the Leib Detective Agency, and Alfred's mobile phone can be connected to the surveillance cameras, allowing him to view the company's internal images anytime and anywhere.

In this way, Alfred witnessed the entire battle process. The detectives under his command were very elite and had excellent marksmanship. Within a range of 20 meters, they could hit nine out of ten targets with a pistol.

There are also experts in close combat who can beat three strong men alone.

However, such skills were of little use in front of the heavily armored assaulters. Alfred watched helplessly as the detectives in the detective agency were slaughtered and those ordinary employees who gave up resistance were shot in the thighs.

As he watched, Alfred turned off the monitoring on his phone, unable to bear to watch any more... Every time someone died or was injured, he would lose a huge sum of money.

Death pensions and medical expenses for work-related injuries are all huge sums of money.

Alfred had to think seriously about what order he had taken recently that would offend some big shot, causing the detective agency to conduct such a surprise attack.

While thinking, he saw the "special police" leaving the house. Only when all the latter got into two vans and sped away did the Paris police arrive late.

The entire process, from the time of the incident to now, took only twelve minutes, which was neither long nor short, and the police happened to be a little late.

Well, this is also commonplace.

(End of this chapter)