Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 288 Squid's Suffering Day

Masato Fujiwara knew that hydrogen-powered cars were dangerous, and he also knew that once hydrogen energy was detonated, the power would be extremely powerful, but he had no specific idea of ​​how powerful the power would be.

Because as far as Fujiwara Masato knows, there has been no case of this thing exploding... No, there should be actual cases, but the news must have been suppressed and not allowed to be reported to the outside world.

Given the Japanese national character and the characteristics of capitalists, they are sure to do such a thing. They were able to keep the nuclear leak in England a secret, so there is no reason why the explosion of a hydrogen-powered car cannot be kept secret.

Because they have no idea about the explosive power of hydrogen energy.

When Huangmao used a Toyota car to blow up the roadblocks of the Squid Embassy, ​​Fujiwara Masato was afraid that the power was not enough, so he had people put a lot of flammable and explosive liquids in the car to enhance its explosive power.

Therefore, when Fujiwara Masato saw the mushroom cloud rising in the distance from a third-person perspective, he was also quite surprised.

"This thing... is a civilian nuclear weapon!"

When Fujiwara Masato learned about the situation, he was surprised by its power. The French people in Paris who saw this small black and red mushroom cloud were almost scared crazy.

Mushroom clouds have always been associated with nuclear weapons. When people mention nuclear weapons, the first thing that comes to mind is mushroom clouds.

Now seeing a red and black mushroom cloud rising, even though it was a little small, the French still thought of this deadly thing first.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the police were screaming and fleeing in the opposite direction at this time. Only a small number of people who were ready to die and made the right judgment would go upstream and move towards the direction of the mushroom cloud.

For example, the firefighters in Paris were one of them. As professionals, they immediately determined that the mushroom cloud was not a nuclear weapon. Even if it was a nuclear weapon, they had to rush over to put out the fire and eliminate the impact of nuclear radiation.

But it is really difficult to be a counter-current. Panicked Parisians have no time to care about traffic rules. The key traffic arteries in the 7th arrondissement and nearby districts are blocked.

No matter how loud your fire truck sirens are, you just can't clear the lane. The road is completely blocked. Even if you want to clear the lane, the sidewalk is so full of cars that you can't move at all.

There are also smart people who, when they find the road conditions are bad, get out of their cars and run away, which makes the traffic jam even worse.

Even the Paris police were helpless when they arrived and could only get out of the car and walk to the site of the mushroom cloud. Not to mention that on the way, they had to deal with the blockers arranged by Huangmao.

Basically, there is no chance that the law enforcers in Paris will arrive in a short time and support the Squid Embassy.

Moreover, whether the Paris police were willing to risk their lives for the Jews was another matter.

……

"Cough cough cough..."

Heyman coughed, his hands and feet weak and he slowly crawled out of the messy office. He looked blankly at the documents scattered all over the floor, the collapsed cabinets, and the messy office, not understanding what had happened.

He was just having afternoon tea, and then there was a loud noise outside, and Heyman fell to the ground and fainted.

Heyman shouted, and then he was shocked to find that he seemed to be deaf and he couldn't hear what he said.

He subconsciously touched his ear and found it slippery. He put his hand in front of his eyes and saw blood.

Hyman, a former military veteran, immediately realized what was happening to him and that he needed treatment.

Oh, by the way, the infirmary is not far away. If we go there now...

No, now is not the time to go to the infirmary. Since there was such a big explosion, something must have happened. Maybe the enemy is invading the embassy!

Heyman struggled to stand up. He held on to the wall and walked to the fallen desk. He fumbled under the desk for a while and took out an Uzi submachine gun and three magazines.

This is Heyman's personal service pistol as the military attaché of the embassy. He likes to keep this submachine gun under his desk, and it came in handy today.

Holding the submachine gun in his hand, Heyman felt safe all of a sudden. He endured all the discomfort in his body and walked like a drunkard to find his cell phone that had fallen on the ground.

Very good, although the phone screen is broken, it can still be turned on and used normally.

But after turning on the phone, Heyman was disappointed to find that there was no signal bar on the phone.

Damn it, someone turned on a signal jammer and my cell phone doesn’t work!

There was no other way. Heyman, unable to contact the outside world, could only stagger out of the office and go looking for survivors.

After walking a few steps, Heyman encountered a problem... the corridor outside collapsed.

He knew that the explosion that knocked him unconscious must be quite powerful, but Heyman had not expected that it would actually collapse one side of the solid embassy building, with the debris from the second floor blocking the passage.

Heyman remembered that the collapsed corridor faced the embassy exit. In other words, the explosion occurred from the embassy exit.

What explosive caused this?
Is it a 500-pound aerial bomb or a large-caliber artillery?
Or a pickup truck stuffed with explosives?

Damn it, I'm in Paris, in the Middle East!

Heyman was thinking wildly, trying to divert his attention from the pain in his body, while looking for other ways out.

After walking about ten meters, Heyman heard intensive gunfire and shouting coming from the end of a half-collapsed corridor in front of him.

"Fire, fire...grenades!"

"boom!"

"Damn it, Bessie is dead, retreat, retreat...ah!"

The shouting was chaotic and panicky. Heyman knew it was his colleagues as soon as he heard it. They were being suppressed and beaten, retreating step by step, and suffering heavy losses.

Hearing the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer, Heyman began to panic. His current condition was not good. If he really encountered a battle, he would not be able to kill the enemy, and he would not even be able to escape.

Damn it, these bastards are trying to kill me!

Heyman panicked, looking around and then noticed a collapsed ceiling next to him.

When it fell, it just happened to lean against the wall, forming a stable triangular formation. The gap in the middle seemed big enough for a person to crawl into.

Heyman didn't have time to think about it, he quickly threw the gun into a room next to him, and then used his hands and feet to crawl in backwards with his feet facing inwards and his hands facing outwards. After entering, Heyman gently stroked the dust outside the hole with his hands, trying to wipe away the traces he left behind as much as possible.

After doing all this, Heyman stayed quietly in this space that was so narrow that he couldn't even turn over, waiting for his fate.

The sound of gunfire soon reached the corridor where Heiman was. Two or three people came running over with hurried footsteps. The Uzi submachine gun was very distinctive. Heiman knew it was his own people who were firing.

Then soon, the sound of the Uzi submachine gun was replaced by more intensive and rhythmic gunfire, which was the roar of the MP5 submachine gun.

As soon as Heyman heard the noise, he knew that three MP5s were firing, and the firing rhythm was very strong and the coordination was very tacit, maintaining continuous suppressive firepower.

Although the Uzi had a higher rate of fire, Heyman could imagine the fleeing Israeli military attachés being hit so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Accompanied by the dull thud of a body falling to the ground, the sound of the Uzi gun became even weaker. The remaining Israeli military attachés continued to retreat. They were so embarrassed that they didn't even care about their fallen companions and chose to flee alone.

"Shameless, honorless fellow!"

Heyman cursed his colleagues inwardly, clenched his fists, and had an urge to crawl out to help his companions.

However, as the heavy footsteps approached, Heyman's impulse quickly weakened, and when the single shot of the MP5 submachine gun sounded, he became even calmer.

This is an unknown enemy shooting the fallen Israeli military attaché!

Damn, where did these enemies come from? They are so skilled in tactics, have perfect coordination, and are so ruthless. From their heavy footsteps, I can tell that their protective gear is also extremely sophisticated!
Did the diplomat bring something deadly when he came back last night?
So much so that the French government had to shamelessly send special forces to silence them! ?

Apart from this reason, Heymann could not think of anything else that could have led to an attack of this magnitude on an embassy in downtown Paris.

In his wandering thoughts, Heyman was able to notice that the people outside were leaving, which made him feel relieved.

Very good, I was not discovered and survived.

After the enemy who shot him walked away, Heyman did not crawl out immediately. He waited patiently for three minutes. He did not hear any footsteps. After making sure that there were no enemies following him, he crawled out gently.

If possible, Heyman also wanted to hide here until things were over and the enemies left.

But no, Heyman must inform the outside world of the attack on the embassy as soon as possible. Most importantly, he must be examined and treated as soon as possible.

From his physical perception, Heyman knew that he might have internal bleeding. If he didn't undergo surgery quickly and instead hid, he could only live for a dozen minutes at most before dying from internal bleeding in the embassy.

We must leave the embassy as soon as possible!
With a strong desire to survive, Heyman began his action.

In an open space just two meters away from the hiding place, a corpse in a military officer's uniform was lying on the ground, his back and the back of his head were covered in blood.

When Heyman passed by, he did not forget to walk to the next room, pick up the weapon he had thrown in the corner of the room, and after re-arming himself, he walked out quietly.

The internal structure of the embassy is not complicated. The first floor is penetrated by three corridors, one of which is blocked by the collapsed ceiling. The remaining two corridors must be blocked by the enemy. Fortunately, they are not the only exits.

Heyman walked into a room and quietly moved between rooms based on his judgment of the distance of the gunshots and his familiarity with the building.

On the way, Heyman saw many corpses, and they were all embassy people wearing embassy uniforms, not a single outsider. Some of them had no scars on their faces, and were obviously killed in the explosion.

Some had bullet holes all over their bodies, obviously having been killed by the invaders.

Judging from the number of the latter, Heyman judged that the invaders were numerous and very powerful, and the embassy guards were no match for them.

Heyman moved with difficulty, and after spending a few minutes avoiding possible areas, he finally found an exit in a half-collapsed room. He hurriedly walked out on the bricks and stones.

As soon as he walked out, Heyman, who was shrouded in sunlight, saw at first glance that the area where the original front of the embassy was located was replaced by a pit that was probably more than ten meters in diameter and one to two meters deep.

The original gate, the iron fence on the roadside, the iron barricades and crash barriers have all disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Heyman immediately understood why the embassy building collapsed. This was the crater that was caused by the bombardment of a large-caliber artillery shell!
No, I don't have time to think about this now. I have to leave as soon as possible, find a means of transportation, and follow the road...

"puff!"

Heyman stopped walking towards the garage with his back bent and tiptoeing. He widened his eyes and looked down at his chest, where a large pool of blood was spreading rapidly.

What's going on? I was shot?
Heyman no longer had the energy to think too much. He sat on the ground with his back against the wall, trying to take deep breaths to relieve the intense feeling of dizziness.

But no matter how hard Heyman tried, he couldn't breathe in fresh air. Instead, large amounts of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

I'm dying, who shot me?
Heyman squeezed out his last bit of strength and looked in the direction where he was shot. Then, looking at a house hidden in the shade of trees a few hundred meters away, he suddenly realized.

It was a sniper, an elite sniper who could shoot at moving targets at least 700 meters away. He shot at me...

What a pity! After I die, my wife will definitely remarry. I really hope her new husband can be better to my son.

With this thought in mind, Heyman's head suddenly exploded. The Owl sniper veteran shot him again, confirming that the Israeli military attaché had no hope of survival.

"The first and second floors have been cleared, and the third floor is halfway cleared. Most of the remaining enemies are gathered on the fourth floor and are resisting stubbornly... Commander, we still need fifteen minutes."

Huangmao was listening to the report from the other end of the phone. Standing in a bus waiting room, he looked across the street at the sentries jogging quickly and the Parisian mounted police on horseback, and shook his head slightly.

"You only have ten minutes. Once the ten minutes are up, regardless of whether the remaining enemies have been eliminated, you must retreat. The French troops are very close to the embassy.

The blocking troops are few in number and insufficient in weapons. They can only buy you a short time. Apart from ten minutes, the remaining time for retreat is not sufficient. Your lives are more valuable than those of the Israelis. "

"Understood, sir. In ten minutes, we will implement the retreat procedure."

"By the way, instead of attacking the fourth floor, I suggest you prepare some arson materials and burn down the embassy. I think this will be more efficient under the smoke and fire."

"We have never used such a tactic before, but we will consider it carefully, sir."

"Act as quickly as possible... Remember, you only have ten minutes. When the time is up, you must retreat immediately no matter what."

(End of this chapter)