Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 295 There is no regret medicine

I survived, but... the person who saved me didn't seem happy.

In a room at the headquarters of Joker Pharmaceuticals in Manila, Omizune Toshi sat on the sofa with a bitter heart. His former boss sat in front of him with a blank expression on his face and said nothing.

However, based on his previous understanding of his old boss, Omizu Nei Shun knew that he was in a very bad mood and was full of murderous intent.

Whose killing intention?
Obviously, this was directed at me.

This discovery made Xiao Mizunei Shunqing shudder uncontrollably.

The silence could not last forever. Just when Xiao Mizunei Shun was sweating profusely, the yellow-haired man stood up and looked down at the former.

"Three of Diamonds, you made a big mistake."

Omizune Shun subconsciously stood up and bowed his head.

“Red bean puree Smith Marseille…”

The yellow-haired man did not intend to accept Xiao Shui Neijun's apology, so he raised his foot and kicked the latter in the stomach, kicking him several meters away, and then falling heavily to the ground.

The yellow-haired man's kick was very heavy. After Xiao Shui Neijun fell to the ground, he didn't have the strength to get up. He could only curl up his body, lie on his side on the floor, and vomit out large mouthfuls of undigested food residues.

He vomited for two or three minutes, until there was nothing left in Xiao Shui Neijun's stomach to vomit and all he vomited was some acid water. Then he stopped and, after regaining some strength, he used his hands and feet to climb up tremblingly.

"3 of Diamonds, I will only hit you once, there won't be a second time."

"Red Bean Mud Smith Marseille, my lord, I disappoint you."

Omizu Nei Shun suppressed the discomfort in his chest and abdomen and bent down to apologize again. He knew that what Red Jack said was a very stern warning.

I only hit you once, which means that if something like this happens a second time, he will kill himself.

Despite receiving the most severe warning, after subconsciously apologizing, Omizune Shun was still somewhat unwilling. He considered himself a big shot, but suddenly he felt ashamed of his cowardly behavior.

So, Omizunechi Shun couldn't help but look up and argue.

"Sir, everything I did in Manila was for the organization. I didn't... I didn't intend to betray the organization!"

"You didn't do it, but you definitely thought about it... So, I'm just giving you a lesson, not clearing you."

The yellow-haired man looked at Xiao Shui Neijun coldly, his face still expressionless. However, just the gaze was enough to make the latter's courage disappear in an instant and his legs tremble.

"It is impossible for you to stay in Manila any longer... You have two tasks now. If you complete them, you can survive. If not, just shoot yourself and don't implicate others."

"Hi Yi."

With his courage gone, Komizu Neijun didn't dare to argue. Without his subordinates around him, he became the young man he was a year ago again.

"You now have two tasks. First, clean up the traitors you recruited. Here is the list."

The yellow-haired man raised his hand and handed a piece of paper to Xiao Shui Neijun. He took it and looked at it, and was shocked to find that his white female secretary was on the list, and ranked first, with the suffix "Israeli agent".

In addition, there are more than a dozen names, and the charges are different. Some are selling information about the organization for money, some are communicating with outside gangs, and some are undercover police officers.

Judging from this situation, the subordinates recruited by Omizune Jun himself have been drilled into a sieve by other forces, with information leaking everywhere and no secrets can be protected at all.

If the Joker Pharmaceuticals branch had not been supported by the Poker NPC and the American branch, the Poker Manila branch would probably have been finished long ago.

"Is this all true?"

Komizu Nei Shun was still a little bit unbelieving. He still remembered that his female secretary was rescued from the slum technical college. The latter regarded him as her savior and had extreme admiration and respect for him. She was willing to do anything for him, so Komizu Nei Shun trusted her so much.

So, this is how the secretary repaid his trust?

Huangmao doesn't care about Xiao Shui Neijun's feelings. He is not a psychologist, so he doesn't care about the mental health problems of his subordinates.

“Everyone on the list must be killed. I have also marked for you how many of their family members there are and where they are located. You must send people to clean them out.

I'll give you three months to eliminate all the targets. If one escapes, I'll put you and your family on the list."

Omizu Neijun swallowed subconsciously, he knew that the Jack of Hearts never joked.

"Second mission, there are twelve Israelis in Manila now. Two hours ago, I helped you kill them. However, the person who betrayed you in Manila is still alive.

You should know who they are. These enemies must be killed without leaving any alive. Diamond 3, didn't you recruit a lot of subordinates before? Now is the time for them to play a role. "

"Hi Yi."

When Omizuuchi Shun looked up again, the Jack of Hearts had disappeared. He pushed the door open and walked out tremblingly. There were still a dozen bodyguards guarding outside, and his trusted subordinate Moribe Kohei was guarding outside the door.

"Boss, you've worked hard."

Omizuuchi Shun did not answer. He just looked at Moribe Kohei and the other bodyguards. This time, he did not feel the slightest sense of security from his subordinates.

……

Chief Wilmot, the newly appointed Manila police chief who is of white descent, is pacing back and forth in his home in a wealthy area like a frightened white pig, with anxiety evident on his face.

After walking for a while, the restless Wilmot couldn't help but walk to the window and push open the window with good sound insulation. He didn't know when, the continuous muffled thunder sounds outside had disappeared, and were replaced by the weak sirens of police cars.

"It's over, it's all over..."

Director Wilmot wailed. He knew that the noise just now was not thunder, but the noise caused by the explosion of a large-caliber artillery shell. Judging from the sound, it was not very far from where he lived, only a few kilometers at most.

As the boss of the Manila police, Wilmot knew very well that the Poker's artillery had previously bombarded the Manila police. Any police car that gathered in this wealthy area would be hit by a shell. Once fired, the car would be blown away and the police inside would be turned into meat paste. Now the noise has disappeared, which means that the Poker organization must have done everything it needed to do, and all the people who were going to die have died.

Wilmot couldn't even imagine how cruel such a scene would be.

He now particularly regrets becoming the Manila Police Chief and is particularly afraid of what he has done since taking office.

After the regional deputy head of the poker organization took office, he used a series of actions to let the whole of Manila know that he was an ambitious person. What happened later further proved this speculation.

It only took Omizuuchi Shunji one year to become the emperor of the Manila underworld. The process was so bloody and brutal that it is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Therefore, Omizuuchi Toshi also accumulated many enemies who had conflicts with him openly and those who were secretly dissatisfied because their interests were damaged.

And in various senses, the latter's existence is more deadly to Omizuuchi Shun.

Because of this ambush tonight, long before the Mossad agents arrived in Manila, some bigwigs had already started making plans to eliminate them.

The big shots will not take action personally. Once the matter is exposed, he will most likely be implicated. Therefore, the big shots need some black, white and gray gloves to stand on the stage and execute the plan. Once something goes wrong, they can just throw away the gloves.

Wilmot was one of the gray gloves in the plan. The underground world of Manila was unified. Many Manila policemen who received black money were naturally dissatisfied. They did not dare to attack the poker cards directly because the previous events were still vivid in their minds.

Besides, there are other policemen in the police station who take money from the poker organization. If we act rashly, they are likely to tip off the police.

But the money is gone, and the hatred is deep, so I have to take revenge.

So Wilmot stepped up, and with the help of other corrupt police officers, he took over after the previous police chief was forced to step down soon because of "some mistakes."

Then, when the plan was about to be perfected, Mossad agents appeared and filled in the last link in the plan, which made Wilmot overjoyed.

No matter where these smart people come from, wouldn't it be a shame not to use them to take the blame?
Therefore, before the ambush plan began, Wilmot hinted to his direct subordinates to cooperate with the Mossad agents, pretending to be bribed by them, and cooperate with the Mossad agents' plan tonight to keep all the police in the wealthy area on standby.

As long as the plan succeeds, Komizunoshi is dead, and the profits he left behind are divided up, then Wilmot will not be conspicuous. Afterwards, even if the poker organization wants to retaliate, they will not target him first.

As long as his death was not sudden, Wilmot was confident that he could survive the retaliation.

Whether he voluntarily resigned and hid away with his huge wealth, or kneeled down and begged for mercy from the newly appointed deputy regional head of the poker cards and took the initiative to be a dog, it was an option.

However, now all of Wilmot's plans were in vain, and the basis for the success of his survival plan was built on one point... Komizuchi Shun must die.

However, judging from the news Wilmot had received so far, not only was Komizuchi Shun not dead, but the Poker Organization's troops, who had been lurking in Manila for some time, had also set up large-caliber mortars and blasted the gangsters involved in the ambush into pieces.

Then these lawless guys turned their guns around and fired at the police.

Obviously, Wilmot's plan had completely failed. Even if Komizuchi Shun was dead, the poker organization would probably attack him first... The policeman who died under the large-caliber mortar was the best evidence.

In the past, when the poker organization was killing people in Manila, they did not take the initiative to attack the police. The current situation shows that they know that the Manila police are not innocent, and they want to retaliate against all forces that dare to participate in the attack on the cadres of the poker organization.

Wilmot was almost scared to death. Even though his cell phone and home landline were about to explode with calls, he just threw his cell phone into the water and unplugged the phone line. He didn't dare to answer the call and go to the police station to take charge of the situation.

Wilmot is now wondering where he should run to escape from the pursuit of the Poker Organization.

Just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly heard a knock on his door.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

In an instant, the back of the Manila police chief was soaked with cold sweat. He knew that this was the god of death telling him that it was time to set off for hell.

……

Tonight, Wilmot was not the only one who couldn't "fall asleep". The Mossad agents who participated in the ambush were escaping, and then were found one by one by the Sea Lion commandos in the ambush circle. They all went to see God without any distinction.

More than 300 Manila gang gunmen were basically killed. Tonight, Fujiwara Masato very patiently directed his NPC subordinates to find the former.

Except for a few guys who needed to be interrogated to obtain certain intelligence, the rest were all shot dead and their bodies were taken away.

The wealthy area of ​​Manila is really lively tonight. There is blood and body parts everywhere on the streets. When the cleaners see this scene tomorrow morning, they will definitely be scared away and will not dare to go to work.

What is even more frightening are those black, white and gray gloves. From the small map, Fujiwara Masato can see many red dots rushing out of Manila. Some people are escaping by car, while some are driving by boat.

The number of these fleeing enemies was as numerous as the cockroaches in the bombed sewer nest, countless. The NPCs in Manila were currently clearing out the gangster gunmen in the encirclement and were temporarily unable to spare any time. Fujiwara Masato could only watch them escape with regret.

However, they couldn't run far. Even if they fled to other countries, as long as these guys still retained their hostility towards the poker organization, the deadly gunman would find them sooner or later.

Fujiwara Masato planned to arrange the killers recruited by Omizuuchi Toshi to clean them up. This incident was caused by his own incompetence, so it was natural for him to clean up the mess.

To kill these dozen or more cockroaches, the killer would need a lot of money. It just so happened that Komizu Neijun made a lot of money in a year, so it should be enough to take out that money.

In addition to these cockroaches, the most important thing is to clean up the spies and traitors inside Manila Poker.

Unlike the former, most of the latter were very confident in their hiding abilities and Omizu Nei Shun's incompetent vision, so only a few who went too far and were destined to take the blame escaped.

The other traitors, including the white secretary, did not move. After Komizu Neijun escaped, they even rushed to the headquarters of the Joker Pharmaceuticals branch in Manila as soon as possible, and expressed their loyalty to Diamond 3 with sweet words, saying that they would take people to kill the Manila police chief.

This made things convenient for Komizunoshi, who had the list. He asked people to call all the traitors into his office, and then asked Kohei Moribe to lead people in to rush in and arrest all the traitors.

The traitors must die, but before they die, Komizu Neijun must squeeze out all their money and any useful information in their brains to make up for the organization's losses.

Maybe he didn't think things through at the time, but afterwards, Omizuuchi Shun could still think of the main reason why he was temporarily let off by the Jack of Hearts... This must have a lot to do with the fact that he did not evade taxes.

If possible, Omizunechi Shun hopes that through such things, he can make his boss cancel his original plan, so that he can continue to stay in Manila and retain his status as a cadre.

Power is the sweetest wine. Xiao Mizuneijun, who has tasted it, has become addicted, hopeless and unable to quit.

(End of this chapter)