Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 306 This is a notification, not a request

Heituyang leaned against the trees, looking at the baseball field surrounded by barbed wire fence not far away. Inside, his son Heituxin, wearing a baseball uniform and a baseball cap, was swinging a baseball bat and hitting a good ball.

As the baseball flew high, cheers came from the audience, which made Heitu Yang, who was smoking, couldn't help but smile brightly.

"If Xin-kun were to transfer back to his home country, do you think he could represent the school in Koshien?"

The servant standing aside bowed hastily.

"Master, with your talent, I'm sure you can do it. I've never seen anyone play baseball better than him. Those high school students of the same age are taller and stronger, but they..."

A burst of flattery slapped Heituyang on his butt, making him feel extremely comfortable. Although he himself knew that these words were very untrue, as a father, he believed in his son more than anyone else.

Therefore, Kuroto Yang has been contacting universities in Japan during this period, preparing to have his son transfer back to the country to try to see if he can perform on the Koshien stage.

If possible, it will make my son's youth brighter and fulfill his dream. If not, it will not hinder his future. After all, there is a lot of family business waiting for my son to inherit in Brazil.

However, in such a plan, Heituyang had a worry.

Poker organization, this word has become a thorn in his side.

To ask why, we have to go back to the incident where his son was kidnapped. That was the first time Heitu Yang heard the name of the poker organization.

But at that time, he thought that this organization was a gang of desperate criminals who would risk their lives for money, and he just wanted to send them away by giving them some money.

After several days, no one came to the Heitu Farm to collect the money. Although Heituyang was a little confused, he didn't take it to heart. He didn't investigate and soon forgot about it.

When the news came from France that the Israeli embassy was attacked and burned, the Israeli ambassador, at the United Nations meeting, used the investigation evidence to denounce the Poker as a terrorist organization.

Hei Tuyang looked at the name "Poker Organization" which sounded vaguely familiar to him. After a little investigation, he remembered what happened in the past and found that his previous actions seemed not very good and were very insulting.

Ordinary people and mercenaries who were paid for their lives could be humiliated, but they could not do anything to the Black Soil Family. However, the Poker Organization... this was an organization that was denounced by the Israeli ambassador at the conference, but they could do nothing about it.

Can the Black Soil Family afford to offend them?

Heituyang was not very confident. He had already asked someone to inquire about the past of this organization. The information he had obtained so far made Heituyang tremble with fear.

What this organization had done in the past, especially what they did in Japan, scared Heitu Yang so much, especially now that he was planning to send his son to study in Japan.

If he stayed in Brazil, Heituyang was confident that he could protect his family. But if he went abroad, the local tyrants would become insignificant. Even the Japanese police could teach Heituxin a lesson, not to mention the vicious criminal organizations.

Should I find the contact information of a poker organization, talk about the matter, and clear up the misunderstanding...

"Jingle Bell……"

The plain cell phone ringtone interrupted Heituyang's thoughts. He took out his phone and saw a caller ID with garbled characters.

Hei Tuyang frowned. He didn't answer the phone. He hung up and continued to watch his son's performance on the baseball field.

As a local boss in Brazil, Heituyang has encountered too many such calls, including scams, intimidation, and bluffing negotiations, which make him very annoyed.

However, the scammer he encountered today was more arrogant. The first call was hung up, but the second call came right after.

Heitu Yang was so annoyed that he blocked the number, but the third ring followed soon after...

As a last resort, Heituyang could only answer the phone.

"Mr. Kurotsuchi, do you remember the debt you owed for the poker cards?"

The first sentence after the phone was connected made Heituyang silent. He didn't know how to answer for a moment.

After a few seconds, he replied with a hint of confusion.

"I don't quite understand what this means?"

"One and a half years ago, our people rescued your son, but you have been refusing to pay the organization back... Mr. Kurotoyo, I have to say that this is not a very rational thing to do."

Hei Tuyang took a deep breath. Even though the person on the other end of the phone gave the time very accurately, he still maintained basic doubts.

"I am very grateful for your help to my son. Give me a number now and I will transfer the money to you immediately."

"No, Heituyang, we don't want money. You owe a blood debt to the Poker Organization. Now, we need to get a blood reward."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have the time?"

"when."

"I will be at the gate of Black Earth Farm at nine o'clock this evening."

Heituyang put down his phone, his eyes dim. The conversation just now gave him a bad feeling.

……

Hei Tuyang was in no mood to continue watching his son's high school baseball performance, so he quickly returned home with his bodyguards and began to make arrangements.

After all, when guests come to visit, it is always better to "clean" the house.

As night falls, the vast black soil farm is soon shrouded in darkness, and the grazing cattle and sheep are driven back to the sheds by herdsmen holding long whips and riding horses or motorcycles.

At around 8:50, the farm staff who were on high alert saw a light come on at the end of the concrete double lane leading to the farm, and a convoy of more than a dozen black cars were slowly approaching the gate of the Black Soil Farm.

When the time came to exactly nine o'clock, the black convoy stopped at the entrance gate of the farm. Several gunmen guarding behind the gate looked nervously at the man who got out of the leading car.

"who are you?"

The leader of the gunmen yelled at the man through the iron gate.

The man being questioned did not answer. He just walked over to the gate and handed over a business card through the iron fence.

"The adults from the poker organization are in the car behind us. We are here to discuss the debt with the owner of your house."

The leader of the gunmen took a look at the convoy and saw that the cars were vaguely full of people, which made him feel uneasy.

"Are you all going to go in?"

"No, just one car goes in... We are guests and don't intend to do anything to embarrass the host."

"Okay, I'll open the door."

The captain of the gunners breathed a sigh of relief, and as he had been instructed in advance, he ordered his men to open the locked door.

The convoy was just as the man said. Only the luxury car in the middle turned and drove out of the convoy, entering the farm under the attention of everyone.

The gunmen quickly assigned two people to start the car, drive in front, and take the guests' car to the farm owner's residence.

The area of ​​Heitu Farm is very large. If there is no one to lead the way, once you accidentally leave the road, you may get lost in the pasture inside the farm. Heitu Yang lives in the center of the farm, a group of Japanese-style single-story buildings located on the edge of the woods.

There is a slowly flowing river running through the manor with three small bridges built over it. There are also many bamboos growing by the river, giving it the feel of an oriental manor.

Following the lead of the car in front, the vehicle Huangmao was in drove straight into the manor surrounded by a two-meter wall. Under the attention of the gunmen along the way, it stopped in front of a house that was obviously the main house. An old man in a kimono walked over quickly and opened the back door.

"Please, sir, my master is waiting for your arrival."

The yellow-haired man got out of the car. After looking around, he nodded to the manor steward, raised his hands to accept the latter's inspection. After indicating that he was not carrying any weapons, he strode towards the door.

Just as the butler said, in the Japanese-style living room, Kuroto Yang was kneeling alone on a tatami.

When the yellow-haired man came in, the former was pretending to be making Japanese matcha by moving a wooden brush back and forth on a teacup at a low table.

Huangmao couldn't tell how well he did it, but he could feel at a glance that Heituyang was not used to kneeling, and his movement of washing the cup was a bit stiff.

Forget it. Huangmao was too lazy to expose the man's trick of trying to whitewash himself as a cultured person. He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged in front of the latter.

"Don't know what to call me?"

"The Jack of Hearts."

"Mr. Red Heart J, do you know anything about matcha?"

The yellow-haired man looked at the teacup in Heituyang's hand expressionlessly and shook his head slowly.

"Mr. Heitu Yang, let me be frank. The person who taught you how to make tea was probably a half-witted person. There are some problems with your method of making tea... Also, you put too much tea leaves and not enough water."

Heituyang was stunned for a moment. He looked down at the teacup, then put it down with a little embarrassment.

"Ahem... Mr. Red Heart J, I received a call from you today. I wonder what your debt means?"

"Literally... the poker organization now needs you to pay a blood debt."

The yellow-haired man took out a map from his body, spread it out on the tatami, and then pointed to a place circled in red.

"Did you know there is a medical base here? Wallis Mercy Medical Base."

"I've never heard of any medical base here. Isn't this a no-man's land?"

Hei Tuyang said with a bit of surprise, and Huang Mao looked at the former's expression to make sure that he was not lying.

"There is a base here. It belongs to the Wallis family. Now they have some minor conflicts with the Poker Organization that need to be resolved. So, we are going to take over this base."

"I have a question, Mr. Jack of Hearts."

"Please say."

"First, who is this Wallis family? Second, what does the Poker Organization need me to do? Send someone to capture the base?"

Heituyang's question was very impolite, and it was obvious that he didn't want to get involved in such a sudden dispute.

“First, the Wallis family is a Jewish family. The poker organization is not sure how many family members they have. The only thing that is certain is that they have dual citizenship of Israel and the United States.

Second, we have enough manpower to take down the Wallis Charity Medical Base, but to reduce casualties, the organization needs the Black Earth Family's Hind gunships and a group of more than 200 cannon fodder. "

Heituyang stared at the yellow-haired man deeply. He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down.

"Mr. Red Heart J, your request is a very difficult one for me. Please allow me to consider it."

"This is not a request, this is a notice, Heituyang."

The yellow-haired man laughed at Heituyang's tactlessness. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a forced smile.

"You seem to have misunderstood what the blood debt of the Poker Organization means. If you are unwilling to repay it, we will use our means to recover this debt... any means."

"Don't forget, this is Brazil, not Japan."

Heituyang warned Huangmao.

"It doesn't matter. Or maybe it's just great that this isn't Japan."

Huangmao took out his cell phone and sent the text message he had prepared long ago in front of Heituyang. Heituyang frowned.

In preparation for the meeting tonight, he arranged many gunmen in the farm. If the convoy outside the farm tries to force its way in, for the sake of his family's safety, don't blame him for being ruthless and having his men shoot the convoy.

As long as Mr. Red Jack survives, I believe that the poker organization will not turn against the Kurodo family after learning a lesson...

Before Heituyang could finish his daydream, a strange and heavy whistle from the ceiling of the house interrupted his thoughts.

After the whistling, there was the roar of a heavy object falling to the ground. At this moment, the matcha cups placed in front of Hei Tuyang jumped up and fell outside the coffee table.

How is this going?

Hei Tuyang's eyelids twitched. He looked up at the Jack of Hearts, but could not see anything on the latter's calm face.

"Oh!"

The Japanese-style sliding door of the hall was violently pushed open, and a white man in a suit rushed in with a terrified look on his face.

After seeing that Heituyang and Huangmao were still kneeling opposite each other calmly and nothing bloody happened between them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the bodyguard leader walked over as calmly as possible and bent down beside Heituyang's ear.

"Boss, a 150mm training round came in and landed outside the manor."

"what?"

Hei Tuyang suspected that he might have heard it wrong, so he repeated the question.

"A training shell from a large-caliber artillery shell hit us... It was lying outside, and we dug it out. It was a blue training shell."

Heituyang suddenly turned around and looked at the yellow-haired man with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes. He wanted to say something but didn't. He just waved his hand and asked the bodyguard leader to leave.

"Mr. Red Heart J, is this your organization's greeting gift?"

"If you don't like training shells, we also have 155 high-explosive grenades, anti-infantry mine-laying shells, anti-personnel cluster bombs, laser-guided artillery shells, and yellow phosphorus smoke bombs..."

The yellow-haired man looked straight into Heituyang's eyes. He slowly straightened his back, straightened his chest, and stretched his shoulders.

"Perhaps, you like the stinger? I can give you ten."

(End of this chapter)