Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 291 People’s hearts are unpredictable
Bertram paced anxiously in the living room of his home, with his hands behind his back, as restless as an old hen that had discovered danger.

How did things get to this point?
Bertram didn't understand, but he knew very well that things had to end. If he continued, the war between the poker cards and the Israelis would spread to him.

The Shiyad Plaza incident happened once and it was enough. No one could bear it for a second time. The group’s stock had already dropped drastically. Major shareholders were angry and resentful, but no one was willing to continue to face the death threat of playing cards.

The lesson from the past is there: the bodies of a major shareholder and his son are still in the hospital morgue and have not been buried yet.

The organization that dared to attack the embassy was indeed ruthless. They fought for three consecutive days. They finished the fighting during the day and continued at night. After staying up all night, they blew up the house on the second day and then raided the Squid Embassy on the third day.

Bertram didn't want to end up like this, so he sent someone to contact Bellamy and conveyed his desire to negotiate.

What Bertram is afraid of now is that the poker organization will refuse to negotiate, or that Bellamy is unwilling to convey the negotiation opinions to the poker organization on his behalf.

Bertram felt that the second possibility was more likely. After all, things had developed to this point because Bellamy was kidnapped by him.

This damn poker organization was so mysterious that Bertram wanted to find someone to pass on a message, but he didn't know who to ask. He asked the famous middlemen and brokers in the Parisian underworld, but everyone said they didn't know.

Only a few ignorant small intelligence dealers dared to brazenly say that they knew people who played playing cards. For such guys who dared to risk their lives to cheat people out of money, it was unnecessary for Bertram to even look at them.

After spending a lot of money, I got a piece of information from a capable multinational intelligence agency that the poker organization had a semi-public base in Japan, but that was the territory of the Japanese poker organization.

That's fine. Most of the guys who came to Paris to kill and burn people were white and black. Reliable French intelligence officers revealed that these guys were most likely Americans, at least the leader was an American.

Bertram felt that it would be of little use for him to go to the Japanese. Since when could a watchdog make decisions on behalf of its master?
In desperation, Bertram thought of Bellamy.

"Jingle Bell……"

The landline phone on the table rang loudly, and Bertram immediately turned around and rushed over to pick up the phone.

"Hello, this is Bertram... Is it done? Very good, what's Bellamy's reply? I'll decide the place and time...

Haha, he is so confident. Three days later, you tell him to come to the group building at twelve o'clock... That's it."

After saying this, Bertram put down the microphone and breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how things will develop, at least it's a good start now, and he can sleep well in these three days.

……

Since the negotiation was handed over to Bellamy, Fujiwara Masato no longer paid attention to the matter. Since he had the system, the only negotiation method he knew was to let the yellow-haired man do it, so for this kind of things, he only took care of the general direction and left the details to non-NPC subordinates.

If Bellamy does a good job, he will be rewarded, promoted and make money. If he does a bad job, it means he is incompetent and cannot seize the opportunity.

No matter what, since the Shiyad Group has voluntarily admitted defeat, they have to show sincerity.

Rather than negotiations, Fujiwara Masato is now more concerned about the Israelis' movements.

Perhaps it was because it felt so good to beat up Germany after World War II, or maybe it was because it was too comfortable to have the United States behind it now, and it was used to being arrogant and had never encountered any setbacks, so Mossad had a particularly strong desire for revenge.

Fujiwara Masato soon received intelligence warnings from the American poker team.

"Mossad is going to cause trouble for me?"

Fujiwara Masato looked at the text messages on his phone and he almost laughed out of anger.

“It’s a blessing that I’ve been longing for.”

However, despite saying this, Fujiwara Masato did not underestimate Mossad's revenge.

Things are different now. In the past, when there was only the territory of Tokyo, Japan, Fujiwara Masato was really not afraid of Mossad agents.

Because as long as they enter Tokyo, the former can accurately locate the latter through the small map, and then send killers to kill them.

But it is different now. The poker organization has a huge business presence, from New York in North America to South Korea, Tokyo, Manila, and Seoul in Asia.

And these businesses are not a secret. After all, if you are in the generic drug wholesale business, you can’t hide it.

As long as Mossad agents pay attention to this information, they will always know that this is a poker business.

It would not be strange to follow the clues and find non-NPC organization cadres.

Fujiwara Masato thought about it seriously and felt that such a challenge should not be taken lightly. He must notify other cadres and let them be vigilant to avoid any accidents.

There will definitely be casualties in a gunfight. It’s no big deal if a few ordinary members die. It’s just a matter of spending the pension. Now the poker business is huge and there is a continuous huge income every day, so a little extra expenditure is not a problem at all.

But if a cadre dies and affects normal income, that would be a big problem that would cause headaches.

First of all, the cadres in Tokyo need to be notified, but there is no need to be overly nervous. They just need to be mentally prepared and not run around during this period. They just need to leave Tokyo.

Tokyo is the headquarters of the poker organization. If something happens here, it would be a bit ridiculous.

Then there is the United States... Well, Fujiwara Masato thought about it and felt that there was no need to worry about the New York Poker Cards.

The 4 and 5 of Spades have been persistently looking for trouble with the Jews. Naturally, they would be wary of the latter's retaliation and have been preparing for counter-retaliation.

And most importantly, they were the ones who provided the intelligence about Mossad's revenge on the organization, so New York Poker obviously had no problem with that.

The two places most likely to have problems are Seoul, South Korea and Manila, Philippines.

Masato Fujiwara thought about it and realized that the person in charge of Seoul Poker in South Korea was an old agent. He was able to live to retirement age and must know what caution and safety meant.

On the contrary, the person in charge of Manila in the Philippines, Diamond 3 Komizu Nei Shun, might have problems. After all, he is just a young boy and now holds a high position. Being the king in Manila, it is not surprising that he is a little too proud of himself.

When Fujiwara Masato thought of Komizuuchi Toshi, he remembered that he hadn't looked at the latter's personal information for some time, so he opened the subordinate interface and clicked on the avatar of the 3 of Spades.

"Hey, in just half a year, how come this kid's loyalty level has jumped from over 90 to 60?"

……

"Tell me, where did you put the embezzled money?" In a closed room of a pet feed factory, Xiao Shui Neijun, wearing a tight-fitting handmade black suit, sat on a wooden chair, like a gangster boss, calmly and calmly looking at a Filipino who was hung in front of him.

There were two big men holding machetes and electric batons standing by the scene, staring at the bruised and battered prisoner with murderous eyes. As long as the boss gave the order, they would continue to attack and teach this guy a lesson.

The Filipino boy, whose face was swollen like a puffer fish, tried to open his eyes wide and looked at Omizunechi Shun, trying to make his expression more sincere.

"No, sir, I didn't..."

Omizu Neijun sneered. He didn't say anything, but just raised his hand. The big man holding the electric baton understood what he meant and stabbed the embezzler in the stomach with the baton in his hand. The latter screamed in pain amid the crackling sound.

"Boy, the organization arranged for you and your people to drive a boat to deliver goods, and then they said the boat capsized, an escort drowned, and only you and two subordinates survived.

But how come someone told me that something that should have sunk to the bottom of the sea appeared on the black market in a neighboring country some time ago?
Also, I heard from your subordinates that you seemed to have used the organization's channels to secretly transport some "flour". Don't you know that this is also prohibited by the organization?"

"Boss, I didn't..."

"Okay, stop quibbling. I'm not interested in listening."

Omizu Nei Shun waved his hand, then took out a stack of photos from his arms and threw them at the feet of the embezzler. The latter looked down with great effort and his heart sank immediately. The people in these photos were all his family members.

"Your whole family, your father, your mother, your sister, your younger brother, and your girlfriend, are all under the control of the organization. Be honest and tell me everything, and I will release them all.

On the contrary, if you continue to be stubborn, I will let the organization's interrogators come over. They are all professionals and their methods are not as gentle as mine.

In addition, the slum technical colleges in Manila and the offshore fishing fleet are happy to accept them and use work to make up for the losses you have caused to the organization."

The prisoner's eyes, swollen and congested due to excessive blood flow, widened to their maximum size, like a dark red ping-pong ball, and he begged for mercy loudly.

"No, Boss, no, my family members are all innocent, let them go, I beg you, let them go."

"You idiot, the organization is protecting you. You can earn a lot of money by transporting goods honestly and doing some part-time work and become a small millionaire. Why do you embezzle the organization's goods and sell flour?"

Omizune Toshi continued to sneer.

"For your past contributions, tell me the truth. I will give you a quick death, and don't try to hide anything.

Even if your family is released, they will be under surveillance for at least one to three years. If they have any money of unknown origin, they will never have the opportunity to spend it. "

"I...I'll tell you everything."

Omizu Neijun suppressed the expression on his face, nodded to his two subordinates, then stood up and walked out. He was no longer interested in what happened next. He came here just to watch the bloody show.

If there is nothing to watch, then of course you have to leave.

"BOSS (X5)"

As soon as Omizunei Shun pushed the door open, five guards in gray suits outside the door bowed and nodded to greet him.

Omizune Toshi walked past them without even nodding. When more than 20 subordinates who were farther away saw him, they hurried over and followed Omizune Toshi out of the factory.

Outside, a convoy of bulletproof cars was waiting for Omizunoshi and his group of bodyguards.

Komizu Nei Shun's identity is different from before. He is no longer the Tokyo punk, but the emperor of the underworld in Manila, Philippines.

The armed forces that Fujiwara Masato left for Omizuuchi Toshi may not seem to be many, but in fact, in this damn place called the Philippines, the militiamen who were only fit to be cannon fodder in the Eastern European battlefield are considered elite.

In addition, after arriving in Manila, Komizuchi Toshi spent money lavishly to recruit local armed personnel. Within half a year, he basically dominated the entire Manila underground world with a large number of cannon fodder and a small number of elite troops.

After becoming the overlord of the underworld, Komizu Nei Shunke enjoyed unlimited glory. He also did the generic drug business of the organization, and made the business bigger and stronger. He had generic drug distributors throughout Southeast Asia.

In addition, Komizuchi Shun is currently developing arms, gambling, and pornographic businesses.

As for the latter two, thanks to the good "environment" in the Philippines, Komizuchi Shun is currently doing very well. He has opened three medium and large-scale pornographic and gambling venues and is making a fortune every day.

As for the arms business, Omizu Neijun is still looking for reliable wholesalers. The organization can also provide arms, but these arms can only be used by themselves and cannot be sold outside.

If he wants to sell weapons, Xiao Shui Neijun has to buy them with his own money, and the purchase price is not cheap. It is suitable for personal use, but the profit will not be high if he sells them to others for the second time.

In fact, if the organization had not stipulated that the sale of flour and marijuana was prohibited, Omizu Nei Shun would have already gotten involved in this business.

With the organization as his backing and Komizuchi Shun's recent reputation in Manila, he can definitely do business in this area, and he can also get the Manila police involved to work together to make it bigger and stronger.

It's a pity. I don't know why, but the organization's management on this matter is really strict, leaving no room for any loopholes.

Therefore, Xiao Mizunei Shun could only watch with envy as other flour vendors made money in his territory, and he was not even allowed to collect protection fees from them.

Alas, what a pity.

Omizu Nei Shun got into the car with his people. In the back seat of the bulletproof car, a white female secretary in a tight uniform was holding a tablet computer, leaning tenderly on him, and reporting softly.

"Boss, the organization sent an encrypted message. Do you need to take a look?"

"Information about the organization? Give it to me."

Komizu Neitoshi took the tablet, opened his mailbox, found the encrypted email, and unlocked the encryption software with his fingerprint. The information on it popped up and caught his eyes. Komizu Neitoshi immediately fell into deep thought.

The female secretary next to him squatted down habitually and wanted to unbuckle Xiao Mizunei Shun's belt to soften the hardware, but was stopped by the latter.

"There's something important going on, now's not the time."

"Boss, is there a mission from the organization?"

"No, someone wants to kill me... Quick, driver, go back to headquarters."

(End of this chapter)