Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 297 It’s Not Suitable to Go Out Today (I)

(The address was changed from Luzon to Malaysia.)
The journey from the Philippines is not difficult, thanks to the fact that there is only a strait between the two countries, and the navies and coast guards of the two countries are virtually fictitious.

Moribe Kohei only needed to find a smuggling ship to easily set foot on Malaysian soil. Then he spent two days driving to Kuala Lumpur with a few of his men.

Kuala Lumpur is the capital of Malaysia. It is a relatively modern and diversified city with high-rise buildings everywhere. Although there are slums, they are not as extreme as Manila.

In Southeast Asia, Kuala Lumpur is a popular tourist city, and many white tourists are willing to come here to travel and play low-cost Southeast Asian young technicians.

Therefore, when Moribe Kohei led his men into the city, they were as harmonious as fish entering a river.

Before coming, Moribe Kohei remotely controlled his subordinates to prepare a safe house in the civilian area of ​​Kuala Lumpur. After moving in, he immediately started investigating the five targets assigned to him.

The information of the five target persons is very complete, including not only their names, job titles, current addresses, but also their family members' information.

Moribe Kohei's most important job now is to verify whether the intelligence is accurate before the hunting operation begins.

After all, information is time-sensitive. Today, Person A is still in his original house, but tomorrow he may move to his girlfriend's house or go on a business trip.

Therefore, no matter how accurate the information provided by the organization is, Moribe Kohei still needs to verify it himself.

The first target of the mission was a 35-year-old Chinese Malaysian named Li Shuncai, who was the head of a navy that received propaganda funding from Mossad.

His main job on weekdays is to recruit Internet trolls from a certain Eastern power for Mossad, manage them to speak well of Israel and attack any netizens and personal media who spread negative news about Israel.

This guy seems to have made a lot of money by attacking his former homeland.

Not only does he own a 200-square-meter house in a civilian area in Kuala Lumpur, he also supports a wife, two mistresses, and three children. He leads a comfortable life.

But no matter what, Li Shuncai is still a third-class citizen in Malaysia. Although he has some money, he cannot live in the wealthy area of ​​Kuala Lumpur and has no status in this city.

Moribe Kohei only needed to send a younger brother to follow Li Shuncai for two days, and he basically figured out his daily whereabouts.

It's also easy to kill this guy.

Moribe Kohei only needs to pay four or five local bandits to commit a robbery on the hunting day to complete the task.

In Malaysia, it is very normal for local gangsters to rob wealthy Chinese. It is even very common for the gangsters to accidentally kill their targets during the robbery.

Malaysia is anti-Chinese every day.

As a result, even if the Kuala Lumpur police received a report, they would not take it too seriously. They would just conduct a casual investigation and declare the case closed, without even bothering to find a scapegoat.

The second mission target is an Indian who immigrated to Malaysia. His job is similar to Li Shuncai's, mainly to recruit Indian water troops to speak well of Israel in the English-speaking area and report those who speak ill of Jews.

Therefore, this Indian man was as easy to kill as Li Shuncai. It would be enough to arrange a few bandits armed with cold weapons, and there was no need for Moribe Kohei and his elite killer subordinates to take action.

The third one is a local employee of Mossad in Kuala Lumpur. His specific job is to serve Israeli agents and do everything.

For example, pimping, bribing the police, inviting some minor government officials who are not convenient to contact foreigners to dinner, and paying them to do some small things, such as arresting a few people who dare to attack Jews on the Internet.

Generally speaking, this Malaysian named Mahathir is the translator hired by Mossad.

Such people have a certain status in Kuala Lumpur and live in a commercial district close to the wealthy area. They are not easy to kill and one needs to hire a professional killer gang to do the job in order to be sure of killing them with one blow.

But overall, this is something that can be solved by spending money, and Moribe Kohei is still not prepared to do it himself.

Because the fourth and fifth targets are a bit tricky, Moribe Kohei needs to give his all.

Bost and Lines are the pseudonyms of targets No. 4 and No. 5. They are Malaysian killers trained by Mossad. They are proficient in reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance methods and like to use sniper rifles and submachine guns.

Whenever Mossad needs to eliminate some difficult targets with some status in Malaysia, these two killers will be dispatched to kill the targets using legal and illegal means.

If there is a wealthy Jewish man who needs help and is willing to pay, these two killers will be happy to serve him and earn some extra money for the Mossad and themselves.

Due to historical reasons and Israel's gangster style, the Mossad spy agency is actually very similar to playing cards. No matter what happens, Mossad agents particularly like to use killers to kill people.

Moreover, they were particularly arrogant, opening fire at their targets on the streets, ignoring the authority of local law enforcement officers.

In short, these two yellow-skinned Israelis named Bost and Lines are two elite field agents. They are highly vigilant and have no fixed place to live. They change their residence every week.

This meant that even though Kohei Moribe knew the names and photos of the two people on their ID cards, as well as their approximate range of activities, it would still take him some time to locate them, and the process had to be extremely cautious.

Otherwise, once the two men discovered there were pursuers, they would most likely open fire.

That’s right, Mossad’s field agents are so arrogant that when they encounter something wrong, they will open fire, and their behavior is even more terrifying than that of terrorist organizations.

To deal with such a vicious guy, you must go all out and leave no stone unturned.

The hunting day is very close, and Moribe Kohei must make all the necessary arrangements.

……

Kuala Lumpur in the morning is quiet and peaceful, at least for Zhang Yuan.

As a "free tour guide", Zhang Yuan has to get up early and wait outside the Kuala Lumpur Airport for "customers" to come out.

Zhang Yuan was lucky today. He was fortunate to meet a college student couple who were planning to study in Kuala Lumpur and had come here in advance to check out the environment.

Relying on his good looks and fluent Cantonese, Zhang Yuan successfully fooled them and gained the trust of these two big fat sheep with a hiring price of RMB 100 a day.

Because the business had just started, the level of trust was not high enough and it was not time to close the net yet, so Zhang Yuan drove them to have breakfast.

“Come, come, this is a famous Kuala Lumpur local food restaurant, Bak Kut Teh restaurant. Although the decoration is old, the price is fashionable, and it is clean and hygienic. Chinese people will not get diarrhea when they eat here…”

Zhang Yuan warmly greeted the two fat sheep who had just got off the bus, and dragged their luggage towards a tea restaurant with a modern feel. He had no intention of cheating them now.

So although the location of the restaurant is a bit remote, it is not bad. It is located at the junction of the wealthy area and the civilian area, and the public security is acceptable.

As a result, the owner of this bone meat tea restaurant might not have checked the almanac before going out. As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, the pretty-faced female student among the fat sheep pointed behind Zhang Yuan in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Yuan subconsciously looked back and saw a yellow-skinned man in a suit and tie standing on the street, surrounded by two people who were heavily made up and wearing women's clothes, but were obviously men.

The latter stretched out his hand to the former, and kept calling out, "Mani, Mani!"

"Oh, these are two street beggars asking for money."

Zhang Yuan turned around and said disapprovingly.

"This is a common thing. Don't pay attention to them. They are two Indian transgender scammers. They will keep pestering you. Either don't pay and just walk into the restaurant. They won't follow you in.

Or just give them some small amount of money, and it will be easy to get rid of them.”

While Zhang Yuan was talking, the middle-aged Chinese man who was being entangled was obviously annoyed. After mumbling twice, he opened his suit, took out a bulging wallet from the inside, and took out a bill with two fingers and handed it over.

However, it is not known whether it was the two obviously humiliating words muttered by the middle-aged man that angered the beggar, or whether the wallet full of money was too tempting.

The two beggars were not satisfied after getting the money. One of them directly reached out and snatched the wallet from the middle-aged man. The latter was stunned for a moment and then reached out to take it back.

Unexpectedly, the second beggar pulled out a switchblade from her skirt and stabbed the middle-aged Chinese man directly in the chest, stabbing him several times, quickly and fiercely.

At that time, the middle-aged Chinese man had not yet realized what was happening. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the switchblade and retreated hastily. When the two cross-dressed beggars turned around and ran away, he still had the strength to shout and curse loudly.

"Robbery, robbery, they stole my wallet!"

Without a few screams, the middle-aged Chinese man covered his chest, swayed a few times, and then fell to the ground. He was silent after a while.

Zhang Yuan and the two fat sheep, who witnessed the whole process, were speechless. The former didn't know what to say, and the latter had stayed in the safe place for too long and didn't realize what was going on.

"Zhang Sheng... Is this a robbery?"

The fat man cautiously pointed at the middle-aged man in a suit lying motionless on the ground not far away and asked Zhang Yuan.

The guests entering and leaving the restaurant also noticed this situation, but they did not scream or call the police. Instead, they took a detour as usual and continued to do their own things.

The Malay waiter of the restaurant walked out and saw a man lying on the ground. He spat forcefully on the ground, then took out his cell phone as if calling the nearby police.

"It should be a robbery... When you go out shopping, don't take too much cash, just some change is enough."

"Is this common?"

"It's not common. Those two idiots can't run far. There are cameras here. The Kuala Lumpur police will catch them soon. Come on, I'll take you somewhere else to eat. This place is a bit unlucky."

The two fat sheep looked at each other, and their tense faces relaxed a little. Although it was a bit exciting to see the robbery right after landing, since it was not a common occurrence, there was no need to worry too much. After all, this was a foreign country.

Not daring to explain too much, Zhang Yuan quickly took the fat sheep into the car and went to the second bone meat tea restaurant for breakfast.

This time everything went much more smoothly, and they didn't encounter any robbery incidents along the way. When paying the bill, the two fat sheep felt that the prices at the tea restaurant were very affordable, and they had no complaints, which increased their trust in Zhang Yuan.

After eating and drinking, it’s time to find a place to stay.

Zhang Yuan took the two fat sheep to a chain hotel next to the University of Kuala Lumpur. The hotel environment was relatively clean and the price was reasonable. He was not planning to cheat them on the accommodation.

After settling down temporarily, the two fat sheep will call their families in China to report their safety.

"Hey, this hotel is called the Smart Hotel. It has a nice environment and a reasonable price. It costs 120 RMB per day..."

Zhang Yuan, who was walking in front, turned around excitedly and introduced the hotel in front to Fei Yang, and then he saw a familiar scene.

The fat female sheep raised her hand again.

"Ah, Zhang Sheng, this is robbery again!"

Zhang Yuan suddenly looked back and saw a dark-skinned Indian man lying on the ground on the roadside 20 meters ahead, being kicked by several strong men of the same Indian race.

The latter kicked people and shouted in English with a strong flavor of curry.

"Pay back the money. When will you pay back the 6,000 Malaysian ringgits you owe us?"

"No, I don't owe you any money, I don't know you, stop kicking me, stop kicking me...ah!"

Zhang Yuan scratched his head and turned back to explain.

"This is not a robbery. It's a loan shark thug collecting debts. The Indian must have borrowed money from the Indian mafia."

“Ah, are there still gangs in Kuala Lumpur?”

The two fat sheep were very surprised.

“The Kuala Lumpur police don’t care about these things?”

"It is only natural to pay back debts. The police will not intervene in this matter."

Zhang Yuan didn't take it seriously. He took the two fat sheep and took a detour towards the hotel gate. However, what he didn't know was that when the three of them entered the hotel, the Indian man who was kicked became motionless.

After checking in, putting the luggage away, taking a shower and making a phone call, it was already around noon.

By now, it's time to have lunch.

Although they were a little tired from the flight, the two fat sheep still left the room excitedly, found Zhang Yuan who was waiting on the first floor, and shouted that they wanted to take a walk around the neighborhood and take in the scenery of Kuala Lumpur.

Why aren’t these two fat sheep sleeping yet? Are they going to go on the show tonight?

Zhang Yuan muttered to himself, but in order to gain the trust of the two men, he still drove the fat sheep out.

I went out today without checking the almanac, and encountered a lot of unlucky things early in the morning. I decided to take them to the rich area where there are more police and it is safer.

Thinking this, Zhang Yuan drove his second-hand Japanese car towards the city center.

"Come on, I'll take you to the city center and to Independence Square. There are a lot of fun things there..."

“Sizzle…Bang!”

"Ah, Mr. Zhang, there was a car accident at the intersection ahead. A large truck hit a small car. Someone is dead. There's so much blood gushing out!"

(End of this chapter)