Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 285: Day in Paris
The morning in Paris arrived as promised. When the first ray of sunlight shone over the city, it came alive again from its dead silence.

As an international metropolis, even in the suburbs of the city, the streets of Paris are busy with cars, gentlemen in cheap suits and ladies in cheap uniforms, yawning and walking hurriedly.

No matter what happened in Paris last night that caused gunfire and the Paris police to rush around all night, it had nothing to do with these poor office workers.

As long as it is not the end of the world, and the other four big gangsters in the world are going crazy and want to start a nuclear war, and Russia is going crazy and wants to flatten Europe, then those who are supposed to go to work have to go to work.

While office workers were standing on the roadside trying to keep themselves alert and waiting for the bus.

In a seven-story building on the street with a hotel sign hanging on it, a group of Israelis were yawning and preparing to pack up and go to bed.

Last night, other informants and lurking agents scattered throughout Paris were attacked and many were killed. Upon receiving the news, the Mossad agent chief urgently summoned everyone and prepared to use armed means to protect the Paris stronghold.

However, more than 40 people waited in the stronghold in high tension for a whole night, but got nothing.

Some people were happy that this undoubtedly successfully avoided a bloody incident.

Some people are also worried that a good opportunity to achieve success is gone.

In any case, since the enemies didn't come at night, they certainly won't come during the day.

Although there is no rule that playing cards can only attack at night and rest during the day, everyone subconsciously thinks so.

What? People in the poker organization are not human beings?
They spent the whole night in Paris last night, having a gunfight with Mossad agents and playing hide-and-seek with Paris police and red-hatted sentries. Aren't they tired?

Could it be that they could continue their actions after daylight came?

If this is true, isn't the boss who gives them the orders afraid of being shot back by his subordinates?

Ah, Fujiwara Masato is really not afraid of being shot by his NPC subordinates, so after taking a short rest, the yellow-haired man has to lead his men to work around the clock to deal with the Israelis.

"This is it..."

The yellow-haired man standing on the street looked up at the abandoned hotel in front of him calmly, raised his hand and took a sip of the slightly bitter hot coffee to refresh himself.

The yellow-haired man standing on the side of the road was inconspicuous. In addition, the Israeli who was on guard in the hotel was too tired and was dozing off by the window, so they missed their last chance.

The yellow-haired man sighed for his hard work. While thinking about what tone he would use to ask his boss for a vacation after leaving Paris, he quickly poured all the hot coffee in his hand into his mouth.

He casually threw the empty paper coffee cup into the garbage pile on the roadside, then raised his hand and swung it towards the hotel like a saber.

The moment he waved his hand, seven or eight French vans drove over quickly from the end of the road.

At this time, even the office workers waiting for the bus on the roadside realized that something was wrong. The gentlemen and ladies in the bus stop picked up their briefcases and fled, leaving a large open space.

Well, this saves me the trouble of chasing people away.

Huangmao nodded with satisfaction.

The convoy of vans stopped in an orderly manner on the roadside, and then their doors were pushed open. Amid the crisp sound of sliding tracks, a large group of burly men in military uniforms and heavy bulletproof armor jumped out.

A sharpshooter holding a scope was standing next to the car, pointing his assault rifle at the building, standing on guard, covering a comrade from the infantry platoon as he got out of the car.

Among them, the seven guys carrying long rocket launchers were the most conspicuous. As soon as they landed, they found an open place and half-knelt on the ground, pointing the gun barrels with scopes on their shoulders at the hotel building more than 50 meters away.

The loaders carrying thermobaric rockets take the initiative to step forward and insert the rockets they carry into the barrel from their backs. After completing the loading process, they will step forward and pat the gunner's helmet.

"Loading complete!"

"What are you waiting for? Open fire and blow those bastards to pieces!"

After hearing the report, the angry Huangmao gave the order without thinking, asking the gunner to open fire.

After seven muffled sounds were heard one after another, seven thermobaric rockets flew towards each floor of the hotel.

From the first floor to the seventh floor of the abandoned hotel, everyone can be taken care of by a single-soldier thermobaric rocket.

What would a thermobaric bomb explosion look like?

Huangmao didn't know it at first, but now he could clearly see that every window of the hotel in front of him was spewing out large amounts of dust and flames.

The entire building shook in the explosion, the window glass and window sills were all shattered, and black smoke spewed out.

In addition, two people fell out of the windows on the third and seventh floors, dancing and waving their hands. It was obvious that they were squeezed out by the shock wave from the explosion in the building.

"Go, go, go!"

When the anti-terrorist commando captain who was in charge of the vanguard saw this scene, he immediately waved his hand, raised his gun and led the charge towards the hotel.

The other eleven commandos wearing heavy black armor quickly followed, and during the assault, they maintained a three-three formation to cover each other.

During this process, French people on the roadside also fled the scene screaming, and then stopped not far away to film this rare anti-terrorism scene with their mobile phones.

They thought it was the French government's special police at work and never considered that it was a group of criminals launching a raid on terrorists.

The two French policemen at the end of the street realized something was wrong, but they said nothing. They even pretended not to notice what was happening here and turned around and walked away naturally.

The Israelis in the hotel building were indeed stunned by the sudden attack of thermobaric rockets.

By the time the anti-terrorist commandos took more than ten seconds to get downstairs, two guys, all black and on fire, walked out of the open hotel door in a daze with the gait of drunkards.

The leading anti-terrorist commando shot them in the head, ending their painful lives, and then led the charge into the hotel.

The Sea Lion commandos following closely behind also came downstairs, and went around to block the back door of the hotel.

After all four anti-terrorist commando teams stormed into the building, several Sea Lions holding grenade launchers also opened fire at the hotel windows above the second floor.

Amid the distinctive roar of grenade launchers, tear gas was fired into the house.

Today's anti-terrorist commandos and Sea Lion commandos are equipped with gas masks, so tear gas has no effect on them, but for the Israelis, the harm is too great.

The anti-terrorist commandos who broke into the first floor encountered almost no resistance, and armed men lying on the ground could be seen everywhere on the first floor.

Some people were motionless, with no visible scars. Even when the commandos fired at their bodies, they did not move except for bleeding.

When the thermobaric bomb arrived, some people seemed to be hiding in closed spaces such as toilets and rooms with closed doors, and the high temperature shock wave brought by the thermobaric bomb did not kill them immediately.

These unlucky guys are actually dead even though they are alive. Those who are lying on the ground or sitting on the ground can still pick up weapons and fire at the anti-terrorist commandos with bullets that have no accuracy at all.

However, even if the anti-terrorist commandos ignored them, after a while, these guys would die in agony due to internal bleeding, internal organ damage, etc. The former firing at them now was actually a merciful relief.

It took the anti-terrorist commandos less than two minutes to clear the first floor and finish shooting a dozen armed men on the first floor.

At this time, violent coughing sounds were heard from the second floor. It was obvious that there were still people up there who were alive after being hit by the thermobaric bomb and were still planning to continue fighting.

"A fugitive was found at the back door... and shot dead."

"The first floor has been cleared, and we can attack the second floor at any time."

Two reports came from the walkie-talkie in Huangmao's hand, and he quickly put it to his mouth.

"Since the operation went smoothly, let's execute Plan A. The Sea Lions will remain alert outside the building. They are authorized to fire freely. The anti-terrorist commandos will provide cover. The demolition team will go in."

"clear."

Huangmao had no intention of playing back-and-forth with the Israelis.

Although the Mossad agents in the abandoned hotel suffered heavy casualties under the attack of thermobaric bombs, and only about ten of the more than forty people were still able to move, he had no intention of going upstairs to fight any CBQ.

The Paris police, who are rushing over, will not give this time, and secondly, it is not cost-effective.

So what to do?
Huangmao plans to blast.

His plan was simple, which was to use thermobaric rockets to give the Israelis a warning and clean up the garbage in the abandoned building at the same time.

If they had installed any explosives in the house, they would have been detonated by this high-temperature shock wave.

If there are no explosives, then we will clear out the Israeli resistance. While the subsequent anti-terrorist commandos rush into the first floor and clean out the survivors inside, the Sea Lion commandos will be responsible for besieging the building and not letting go of any possible lucky person.

At the same time, tear gas was also fired at floors above the second floor. Its main purpose was to destroy and weaken the Israeli resistance and prevent them from running around.

At this time, three internal affairs police officers serving as the blasting team will enter the first floor carrying three boxes of Russian-made anti-tank mines.

Under the cover of anti-terrorist commandos, they placed these giants that could send main battle tanks into the sky under the load-bearing columns and walls of an abandoned hotel, set the timer, and left.

As soon as the time comes, these anti-tank mines will be detonated by the timing device, and the abandoned hotel will be collapsed with a violent explosion.

As long as the building collapses, the Israelites inside will naturally go to heaven.

"Report to the commander, the blasting work is completed, please give instructions."

"Retreat, everyone retreat!"

"Yes!"

In this way, the entire process from the arrival of the van team to the completion of work and retreat of everyone took less than five minutes. The entire operation can be said to be quick in and out, clean and neat.

Among them, the most time-consuming thing is actually traveling.

So when everyone got in the cars, the van convoy turned around and retreated in all directions, quickly disappearing from the scene, several police cars and armed off-road vehicles used by sentries arrived late.

Before they could do anything, such as entering the hotel building to check out the situation, the building exploded again, and this time the explosion was more serious.

Amid the shock wave and black dust, Parisians who were at the scene and a little further away and not affected by the shock wave witnessed the collapse of a building with their own eyes.

Amidst several dull roars, a seven-story building collapsed and melted like a Lego block, with glass, rubble, and steel bars flying everywhere.

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

"Run away, run away!"

"Ah ah ah..."

This is all right, but the situation has escalated again.

The French were crazy. Bellamy, who had been hiding in his apartment and sleeping peacefully on the street and knew nothing about the outside world, became the first person to be affected.

He was still sleeping at the time, and then a group of French police broke into his room.

Then, Bellamy, who was still drowsy in his shorts, was held up by two burly Parisian policemen and ran out.

"Ah, what happened? Why are you arresting me? Arrest warrant? I want to see the arrest warrant..."

Bellamy shouted in horror. He looked around, not understanding why the Paris police, who had just released him last night, wanted to arrest him again early this morning.

A policeman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a black bulletproof vest angrily punched Bellamy in the stomach, blocking the latter's words while shouting angrily.

"Shut up, damn it...Mr. Bellamy, I now suspect that you are involved in a terrorist attack, you'd better..."

"Enemy attack!"

Before he could finish his words, an armed policeman following behind him sounded a warning.

Before Bellamy realized what was happening, he was pinned to the ground by two policemen. When his face made close contact with the concrete floor, someone opened fire from a distance.

The gunshots were frequent, and Bellamy could hear the clanking sounds of police cars beside him.

"Damn the Israelis, they're crazy, they're shooting at us with automatic weapons!"

"Fight back, kill them, nothing can happen to Bellamy!"

The team of police who captured Bellamy was not willing to be outdone. They quickly fought back with the submachine guns they carried with them. Amid the intensive gunfire, they quickly repelled the enemy.

Bellamy, who was lying on the ground, was also pulled up and stuffed into a bulletproof police car.

During this process, Bellamy turned his head and looked around. He could see at least two policemen lying on the ground receiving first aid from others. Obviously, the Paris police paid a heavy price to protect him.

"what's going on?"

After getting in the car, Bellamy asked nervously, beating the former, and the police officer who got in the car with him looked back at him.

"You don't know? Stop pretending, you bastard. You'll be in trouble when we get to the police station!"

(End of this chapter)