Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 273: Expulsion and Ambition

"Sure enough, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

In front of the cafe, Wilder held a cup of coffee and looked at the policemen coming in and out of a door in front of him, as well as the reporters standing by and talking nonstop in front of the camera, and sighed with admiration.

There was no need to go in and watch. Just from the surveillance video, Wilder knew that there was something wrong with the identities of the fifteen black-armored soldiers who were killing people in the detective agency building.

Although they did not have any official symbols on them, Wilder looked at the armor and weapons they wore, and the tactics and coordination they used during the attack...it was too strong.

Wilder didn't want to know who these guys were or who they worked for. In short, this matter had nothing to do with him, so whoever wanted to investigate could do so.

Wilder has a mortgage, a wife and children to take care of, so he doesn't want to get involved in this matter.

As a veteran who successfully escaped from the African anti-terrorism battlefield, he has a very keen sense of smell.

Although there is no evidence, Wilder judged that the gun battle near the airport two days ago, the bombing of the homestay yesterday, and the shooting at the detective agency today are all inextricably linked.

There must be something in common among these three cases.

Wilder knew it, but he didn't want to investigate or tell anyone about it.

But Wilder didn't want to investigate, but some people were not happy about it.

"Wilder."

A voice sounded from behind Wilder, startling him and he turned around quickly to look back.

It turned out to be his immediate superior, the fat director.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"There's one bad thing, Wilder."

"Ah."

"There's an mortal enemy out there trying to get me. The top boss at the police station has already named me. If I can't find the murderers, I'll lose my position."

"So, Boss, is there anything I can do for you?"

Wilder nodded, took the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Someone told me that the airport shooting, the B&B explosion, and the current detective agency shooting in the past few days are all related. I need you to investigate who the murderers of these cases are and where they are hiding now."

"Okay, no problem, Boss."

Wilder nodded in agreement. His attitude made the fat director very pleased, and he raised his hand and patted the former on the shoulder.

"Hurry up and get it done. I'll promote you later."

"Thank you for the promotion, boss!"

There was a hint of joy in Wilder's extremely serious expression, which made the fat director very satisfied, and he left with his hands behind his back.

After the fat director walked away, Wilder raised his hand and rubbed his face, trying to wipe away the expression that made him feel disgusted.

Wilder was very sure that the boss had not only said these words to him, but he must have used similar rhetoric on other detectives in the bureau.

That's how it is. The position of the boss has nothing to do with him. If the boss is gone, a new boss will naturally take over, and the old boss will continue to sit in the position. Promotion and other things have nothing to do with him, so why should he rush to get involved in the fight between the big guys? ...

After killing the Leib Detective Agency, Bellamy and Huangmao were in a much better situation. The two old detectives who had been following them like hounds disappeared.

At least on the small map, Fujiwara Masato saw that they had left Paris and were hiding in a French village. Apparently the two old guys realized how much trouble they had gotten into and were so scared that they ran away.

Although they still maintain their hostility towards the poker organization, as long as the two old guys don't take the initiative to cause trouble, Fujiwara Masato doesn't bother to pay attention to them.

Whether it's revenge or getting back at someone, it's all Bellamy's business.

Fujiwara Masato does not intend to take all the responsibilities on himself. The purpose of setting up non-NPC cadres is to share the troubles. There is no reason for him to share the troubles with his subordinates.

If we really do this, wouldn't that be going against Tiangang?
The detective agency was screwed once, but now things are quiet.

The reaction of the Paris police was somewhat strange.

On the one hand, they strengthened patrols and searches in the urban area of ​​Paris. A large number of armed police patrolled the streets in police cars all day long and conducted surprise inspections on hotels at any time and anywhere.

The red-hatted sentinels roamed around every corner of Paris with murderous intent. The slums were searched several times, and many murderers and criminal gangs involved in drug and human trafficking were captured.

Under such high-pressure conditions, the entire underground world in the Paris city area is suffering. Many underground bosses are complaining and protesting, secretly causing trouble for the Paris government in the news.

Such a high-pressure environment could not last long, but it successfully caused some trouble for Bellamy. As a wanted criminal, he was frightened three times just because the police knocked on his door in the middle of the night.

If the Poker Organization had not killed the original owner of the house when they moved in, but instead gave the latter a lot of money to eliminate their hatred with money, Bellamy's existence would have been exposed when the police came to the door.

However, despite the strict search in the city, Fujiwara Masato discovered that the police checkpoints that originally blocked the exit from Paris were gone.

Both big and small levels disappeared.

It is obvious what this means.

The Paris police want to drive dangerous elements like Bellamy and Huangmao out of Paris and do not want them to stay in the city.

You want to drive me away, but I won't leave.

At this point, the matter is no longer a simple revenge. The yellow-haired man wants to kill people, but Bellamy's purpose is more pure... he wants to establish Paris Poker.

During this time, Bellamy has figured out that the poker organization has no power in Paris or even in Europe. The people who came to rescue him and the subsequent support were all sent by the Tokyo boss from afar.

To be honest, Bellamy was touched that his boss was willing to sacrifice for him, but things like this also fueled his ambition.

what is this?
This is the opportunity. If he establishes Paris Poker, then at the poker organization headquarters somewhere unknown, will he become the boss of the European organization?

Even if he cannot become the boss, if someone in charge is airdropped over by the higher-ups, Bellamy will also have made huge contributions as the founder.

And with merit comes rights.

This is what Bellamy is desperately pursuing now. After being kidnapped, he finally understood that he was just rich and was at most a fat pig. Others could touch him if they wanted to, and they didn't even bother to care about the superficial efforts and just sent people to arrest him.

You have to gain power first, and is there a more direct way than by force?
To establish European poker, the organization must have interests in Europe that it is unwilling to give up, so that the organization is willing to invest manpower and material resources in Paris.

As for what to do, Bellamy had a vague plan, and now that he had a good excuse, why not take advantage of it?
"Mr. Red Jack, I have a good suggestion..."

(End of this chapter)