Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 300: Double Standards of the "Japanese"

The Red Heart J Bar is very lively today.

Looking at the slightly crowded crowd in front of her, Mavis blinked. Although this was something she had expected, she still shook her head slightly unhappily.

With an unhappy mood, Mavis stepped out of the elevator in high heels, and under everyone's attention, she walked into the leisure space with pleasant piano music and soft lights.

The current Red Heart J Hotel is no longer as deserted as it was when it first opened. It has become very lively and has become a gathering place for people who have high demands on safety.

In particular, the Red Heart J Bar located inside the hotel has become a favorite of people in the intelligence community. Many intelligence brokers, spy agencies, and forces that want to obtain certain intelligence have sent people to stay here permanently.

Mavis was one of them, and she probably knew a little about how the bar became so lively.

It seems that a year ago, she and several French and American colleagues discovered that they could pay money to buy information about the shameful black history of some Japanese politicians here, so they came here several times.

Then more people came, and Mavis and her companions found that this place was safe.

Knowing that there are a large number of security personnel inside the bar and the building where it is located, they can effectively prevent some unexpected accidents. In addition, for some unspeakable reasons, they like to gather here to drink and exchange information.

Intelligence personnel from the United States, France, and Britain gathered in the same place.

Even though the location of the Red Heart J Bar is very remote, unknown, and not open to ordinary people, there are people with a keen sense of smell who come here to smell the scent.

Intelligence brokers and middlemen are this type of group with a keen sense of smell. Essentially, they rely on information asymmetry and personal connections to make profits, and they pursue intelligence hotspots.

When they discovered that intelligence officers from the three major countries often hung out in a bar, they naturally gathered here.

What are you doing at the Jack of Hearts Bar?
Of course it is selling and buying intelligence. Intelligence personnel from big countries are not omnipotent.

Sometimes Mavis also needs to buy some information from intelligence brokers, then write some of it herself and submit it to her superiors to prove that she is not idle and easy to be deceived... to apply for activity funds.

If the higher-ups are not willing to allocate too much intelligence funding, Mavis herself just happens to be short of money to buy bags and cosmetics.

She would sell some intelligence that was harmless to the British national interests to her counterparts in other countries or neutral intelligence brokers in exchange for "activity funds."

Theoretically, Mavis's behavior is not allowed, but how should I put it, the field staff below are doing it, the big guys above are doing it, and Mavis in the middle is also doing it.

As long as this matter is not exposed, it is actually no big deal. Colleagues, subordinates, and superiors are all doing it. Just don't go too far and it will be fine.

Although it is an open secret, it cannot be really made public. When buying and selling intelligence, a safe place is needed where one will not be disturbed or monitored.

Mavis thought that the Red Jack Bar was great and the safety there was guaranteed.

As long as you don't plan to do anything detrimental to the poker organization in the hotel, the staff here don't care at all what you want to do or who or what organization is chasing you.

The wanted criminal came in, and the police couldn't come in to arrest him.

In addition, Mavis and other colleagues also verified in their own way that the Red Heart J Bar was very clean, there were no monitoring devices inside or outside, and the tables were more than three meters apart.

If there are special needs, there are small compartments separated by bonsai and screens in the corner of the bar hall.

As long as the customers sit down and control the volume, people outside can only see that there are people inside, but cannot see their true faces or hear their conversations.

The bar staff also only listen to what they are supposed to hear. When guests are communicating, they will automatically move away and will not come closer unless they are greeted.

The environment and service are great. Mavis likes it here very much. As long as she is not on a business trip, she comes to the bar at least twice a week.

Mavis walked around those fiery gazes with ease, twisting her curvy, snake-like body under her black skirt, and walked to the bar chair in the corner of the bar where she usually sat.

The bartender in a tuxedo came over.

"Miss Mavis, what would you like to drink today?"

Before Mavis could answer, a white man with slicked hair and powdered face in a suit sat down next to her and raised his hand to call the bartender.

"Give me a Long Island Iced Tea...what do you want to drink, honey? It's my treat."

"Same old...Pique, did you just get back from France today?"

Mavis accepted the Frenchman's kindness with a smile.

"Yeah, something happened in France, and the boss above me was very angry, so he asked an expatriate like me to go home and ask some questions."

The French man spread his hands, looking helpless.

"My dear, you also know that something happened in Paris, so...what happened today? Why are there so many customers in the bar?"

The man changed the subject and didn't want to continue talking about what happened in Paris. Mavis could understand. Such a big thing happened in his hometown. How could a civil servant who eats a government salary not be affected?
Maybe Pique is now tasked with gathering intelligence on the poker organization, so he ran to the bar to drink right after getting off the plane today.

Regardless of whether the thing can be done or not, at least you show your attitude, and you have an excuse to deal with your boss's criticism.

Of course, Mavis did not rule out the possibility that Pique was planning to come to the bar to pick up girls, because there were many beautiful women in the Red Heart J Bar, and she was one of them.

"It was because yesterday was a hunting day. Poker launched hunting activities in many countries yesterday and killed at least 200 members of Mossad. So, many people went to the bar to get information."

"More than two hundred?"

Pique was shocked, he didn't know about this yet.

"Yes, more than two hundred. You can ask other people for the exact number, or spend some money to ask the bartender. The hotel is happy to sell this information.

If you're willing to pay extra, they'll even give you a list of the victims and the reasons why the poker organization killed the unlucky people on the list."

"Wow, that's crazy... so cool."

Pique swallowed back what he shouldn't have said in time.

“Pike, are you Jewish?”

"Why do you ask, dear?"

"Because poker hates Jews, I was a little afraid that you were Jewish and that it would implicate me who was sitting next to you."

"Ah, how could that be?" Pike retorted to Mavis, but after saying that, he soon hesitated and his face became a little gloomy.

Because the Jews like to promote the one-drop-of-blood principle, many people who clearly never consider themselves to be Jews are recognized as relatives by the Jews and forcibly become Jews just because they are rich, have status, have reputation, and have done great deeds remembered by mankind.

For example, figures such as Marx, Lenin, and Einstein never called themselves Jews during their lifetime, but after their death, the Jewish community forced them to wear Jewish hats and turned them into Jews in order to whitewash the excellence of their own ethnic group.

I don’t know whether they learned this kind of random recognition of relatives from the Koreans or the Koreans learned it from them.

So, Pique was very hesitant because he himself was not sure whether there were any Jewish ancestors in his family.

With such a worried mood, Pique was in no mood to continue chatting with Mavis. After the bartender brought over two glasses of wine, he hurried away with the "Icelandic Black Tea" to inquire about the news.

Pike was eager to find out what happened on the Poker Hunting Day and whether it was related to the Paris incident.

Mavis watched Pique disappear in the crowd, toasted him to the void, then turned around, drank her drink, and flirted with the handsome bartender.

The Hunting Day initiated by the Mossad Organization caused a huge stir in the intelligence community of Southeast Asia and even the entire Asia. Nearly 300 Mossad agents, employees, and informants were killed in one day, which frightened many forces.

Many forces have the ability to kill 300 people, but to accurately identify the members of a specific organization throughout Asia and then kill them all at the same time in different places is too scary.

This either means that the poker organization's intelligence personnel are spread across all walks of life in various Asian countries, or someone within Mossad leaked the employee list.

Mavis believes that it is a combination of both that leads to the Hunting Day.

But no matter which one it is, poker organizations have become a factor that cannot be ignored in Asia.

As a British, Mavis knows very well that it is difficult to succeed in something, but it is relatively easy to destroy the success of others.

The poker organization has proven through many cases that they are very capable of causing destruction.

Although the poker organization is very honest and never takes the initiative to attack, it stays quietly underground like a landmine and will only explode when someone steps on its detonation point.

However, its power, which is like that of an anti-tank mine and the explosion point of an anti-personnel mine, will make many people unable to sleep or eat.

The British MI6 is one of them. Mavis has received an order from the headquarters far away in London, requiring her to use her expertise to infiltrate the Japanese poker organization.

It would be great if we could persuade a poker organization cadre to defect.

Oh, thank God, Mavis is really grateful that the masters at the headquarters value her. Look at what requirements they wrote in the order?

If Mavis really had this ability, she would have used her body to make an erotic deal with the head of the HR department to get herself a better job.

Oh, don’t think like that. The reason why I can’t do it is most likely because the bald man is a "traditional British gentleman", so my charm is ineffective.

"Ding dong!"

The ringtone of the mobile phone receiving a text message rang in her arms. Mavis casually placed the wine glass on her huge chest and took out the mobile phone distributed to her by MI6.

When she opened the screen of her phone, her nonchalant expression turned serious.

There is a mission. It is the new intelligence chief who is sending me a message.

+There is reliable information that the Japanese regional head of the poker organization is in the Red Heart J Hotel. After finding out his exact location, send the location immediately.

It would be even better if I could get closer to him. +
What the hell, what does this big white English pig want to do, does he want me to die! ?
Mavis' eyes widened, and she was so angry that she almost crushed the phone.

As an intelligence officer, this kind of emergency mission ranked first among the things Mavis hated the most.

She hated doing intelligence work without any preparation, especially when the object of the work was particularly dangerous. Mavis hated it even more.

Is Red Heart J Hotel safe?
It is very safe, but such safety is based on the premise that visitors have no hostility towards the poker organization and the hotel.

Now, Mavis has been given a task to disrupt the order of the hotel.

There is no doubt that the person in charge of Japanese playing cards is definitely one of the hotel's top secrets. If I were to explore it now, wouldn't it be the same as performing a striptease in front of Tiger?
Damn, this white English pig is definitely taking revenge on me for refusing to sleep with him two days ago.

Mavis thought with gritted teeth.

But a higher-ranking official can crush a person so powerful that she cannot ignore this task.

Mavis thought about it, then she picked up the wine glass and raised her head, drank the remaining rum in one gulp, then carried her small bag, turned and walked towards the exit of the bar, preparing to visit other floors of the hotel.

……

Fujiwara Masato is in the Red Heart J Hotel at this moment.

In the top floor suite, he sat naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the bright lights of Tokyo outside, while unable to resist reaching out to touch the "cat ears" in his arms.

Tokyo is a bit agitated today.

Many hostile people flew into Tokyo from other places, even from abroad. This was obviously Mossad's counterattack against the Poker Hunting Day, and the counterattack came quickly.

This was something that Fujiwara Masato had anticipated. He arranged for people to capture a few of the unlucky guys this morning and confirmed the identities of the visitors through interrogation.

Some are field agents of the Mossad organization, but more are mercenaries and killers who work for money, as well as some ignorant gang members and lawless bandits.

The poker organization has been mobilized, but for safety reasons, Fujiwara Masato still moved into the Red Heart J Hotel with his wife, children and the elderly, and increased the number of internal and external security personnel in the hotel.

After all, the system map is not omnipotent. If a neutral unit does not want to live anymore and runs to carry out a suicide attack near his residence, Fujiwara Masato is not sure whether a dozen armed bodyguards can stop him.

In addition to strengthening the hotel's security, Fujiwara Masato also spent a lot of money to ask the Tokyo police to encircle and suppress those foreign criminals.

Well, Fujiwara Masato was not sure whether Mossad's actions would have any effect. The only thing he was sure of was that the former had successfully angered him.

Good guy, I hit you and you dare to fight back, you are so shameless!
Originally, Fujiwara Masato was not planning to march into the Middle East, but the establishment date of the Middle East branch of Poker Cards is coming soon, and he has sent Huangmao to the Middle East to see if there are any special forces there.

By the way, let's see which forces or guerrillas are opposing Israel recently. He plans to sell some arms to them at a low price and let them cause trouble for the Israelis.

Because of the arsenal, the Poker Organization does not have many heavy weapons, but has several warehouses stockpiling weapons and ammunition for individual soldiers, which is enough to arm a standard infantry regiment.

(End of this chapter)