Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 287 Everyone is crazy

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Fujiwara Masato felt that his NPC subordinate, Huangmao, might be crazy, as he actually asked him for help to attack the Squid Embassy in Paris.

Maybe he had a problem with his brain. After just a quick thought, he not only approved it, but also transferred a secret weapon from Japan.

If I think about it carefully, I am probably crazy too, and to a serious degree.

However, Fujiwara Masato still felt that he had no objection to beating the Israelis, because the Israelis were really not human beings.

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The Squid Embassy in Paris is located in the 7th arrondissement of Paris, which is the city center of Paris and is home to embassies of many countries and important buildings in France.

For example, Les Invalides, the Bourbon Palace, and the Eiffel Tower are all concentrated in the 7th arrondissement.

Therefore, this area is home to many wealthy people and foreign tourists. In theory, the Paris police and sentries are particularly vigilant here.

In fact, when Huangmao came here for an on-site investigation, he found that the security environment in the seventh district was not as good as boasted on the Internet.

Black people can be seen everywhere on the streets, gypsies roaming the alleys like cockroaches, and young white people with a shabby appearance.

In just two hours, Huangmao witnessed five incidents of unprovoked beatings, thefts, and robberies against tourists.

The police in this area are not invisible. On the contrary, they are working hard to respond to calls, but their numbers are too small compared to the overwhelming number of crimes.

Coupled with the fact that the French don't like to work overtime, this exacerbates their staff shortage problem.

In just a short while, Huangmao had several plans in his mind to distract the Paris police and sentries.

The Squid Embassy is located on the edge of the 7th arrondissement, backed by the Seine River. It is a four-story rectangular house surrounded by iron fences. It combines office and living facilities. The area is not very large and can barely accommodate a hundred people.

Huangmao observed the several sentries guarding the gate for tourists from afar for more than ten minutes and saw that some tourists were rudely expelled when passing by.

On weekdays, there wouldn't be many cars passing by here, which made the area around the Squid Embassy somewhat deserted. If one tried to approach the building by civilian vehicles, it would be very conspicuous.

There are many iron barricades and explosion-proof columns on the side of the one-way lane in front of the embassy, ​​which are obstacles to attackers.

Huangmao was thinking that he had to clear these obstacles before starting any action.

As for the internal structure of the embassy and the location of the sentry posts... Huangmao had no way to deal with these two points.

The interior architecture of the embassy is a secret of the country to which it belongs, and no detailed information can be found on the civilian Internet. Even the exterior is confidential, and the sentries do not allow ordinary tourists to get close to take pictures.

As for the checkpoints inside and outside the embassy... this is also confidential, and Huangmao has no way to confirm it in a short period of time.

Forget it. Now that I have determined the general situation of the 7th arrondissement of Paris and the Squid Embassy, ​​it is enough for me to have some understanding in my mind. The rest can be left to Dali to work miracles.

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"Ah~~~~"

Bessiemer, who was standing at the sentry post at the iron gate, yawned. After standing guard for more than two hours, he felt like smoking.

But he subconsciously looked up at the camera on the right side of the gate, then turned his head to look at his companion who was leaning against the wall and was drowsy on the other side of the gate, and still resisted the urge to smoke. The embassy guard regulations stipulate that sentries cannot have indecent behavior on duty, including smoking, drinking water, and smoking marijuana and flour.

"Oh, that's so uncomfortable."

Bessiemo muttered to himself, because the addiction was taking over and his brain was now uncontrollably thinking about random things.

I heard that Mossad had encountered trouble in the city of Paris recently and many people died. The captain warned everyone today to be more vigilant and arranged more secret guards in addition to the visible guards.

But where is the secret sentry?
Are there really secret sentries?

Looking around and checking inside and outside his own gate several times, Bessiemo felt a little doubtful. Did they really arrange secret sentries?

Are you kidding me?

Thinking of this, Bessiemer's attitude became even more indifferent and his spirit became more depressed.

This is what a heavy smoker is like. When the urge comes, he loses all his energy.

At this moment, while looking around meaninglessly, Bessiemo accidentally saw a car driving towards the embassy from the end of the road.

Although he was a little depressed, Bescemo still remembered his duty as a sentry. He held the TAR assault rifle on his chest with one hand and raised the other hand forward as a warning.

"This is the Squid Embassy. No outside vehicles are allowed to approach. Get out of here!"

Bessiemo shouted loudly, waking up the other sentry. However, the car with the Toyota logo several dozen meters away did not stop, but continued to move forward slowly.

Bessiemo warned three times, but the car still did not stop, so he turned his head and signaled. The second sentry held down his weapon and walked towards the car that was still moving slowly and then stopped after hitting the barricade.

Maybe it was because he hadn't smoked marijuana for too long that he was hallucinating. While observing, Bessiemo discovered that there was no one in the driver's seat of this Japanese car! ?

Bessiemo rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and his companion who came forward to check the situation also walked to the car window and looked inside the car.

"Hou Lixie, Bessiemo, there's no one in this car!"

"What do you mean, why is there no one?"

Bessiemo, whose mind was a little confused because he did not smoke the marijuana in time, asked back. The sentry who was asked ignored him and slowly backed away.

After a long while, when all his companions returned to the gate, Bessiemo finally realized what he should do. He picked up the intercom and called out loudly.

"Captain, this is Bessiemo. Something has happened at the gate. There's a car parked here, but there's no one in the car... Turn on the signal jammer? And then stay away from the car?"

At the same time, the other sentry had already run away, leaving Bessiemo standing there stupidly.

By the time the latter received the order and finally realized that the car was most likely a car bomb, it was too late.

The yellow-haired man in the distance looked up at the rising black mushroom cloud. There were exclamations and shouts of "Oh my God" around him. Passersby were almost scared crazy when they saw this scene.

Amid the wild roar of the explosion and the strong wind that made his hat fly up, he nodded with great satisfaction to express his approval of this Toyota hydrogen car, then lowered his head and bent down to avoid the oncoming dust.

"It's quite powerful. The boss should buy more of it... Good stuff like this might become extinct in the future."

(End of this chapter)