Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 321 There is a hero

After Bauer left, the captain stayed in his room and began to ponder, thinking about his retreat for tomorrow.

For some reason, after telling Bauer about these things, the captain's heart began to tremble, as if a disaster was about to happen to him.

The team leader still trusted his sixth sense. He knew that he must have overlooked something, which led to such a feeling.

What is it?

Is it because he told Bauer about the poker cards, or is it because the intelligence broker he contacted was unreliable and would sell the information about the Black Pearl Mercenary Group to the poker card organization?

The captain pondered, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"It's better to leave tonight. The sooner you leave, the better."

As the leader muttered to himself, he quickly turned on his cell phone and began to contact the black market merchant, preparing to pay him extra money to help book a flight for the Black Pearl Mercenary Group to leave Tokyo tonight.

When they came to Japan, the Black Pearl Mercenaries smuggled in by boat, and there was no entry record at Japanese customs. Now that they want to take an international flight back to the UK, they have to ask someone to make some false records.

Otherwise, if something unexpected happens and your name and photo are recorded by the state violence agency, it will be difficult for you to come to Japan in the future.

The team leader thought about it seriously for a long time, but still couldn't figure out where the problem lay.

More than an hour later, just when the old British man wanted to go out and take a look to see if there were any suspicious people near the hotel, his phone rang.

It's a satellite phone.

Every criminal who does business across borders will try to prepare a satellite phone for himself.

This is not only because satellite phones are more difficult to monitor and locate, but also because they can provide signals even in uninhabited wilderness.

Speaking of which, Japan's signal base station construction is not very good. As long as you leave the city a little bit, or enter places like underground parking lots, there will be no signal.

In such an environment, ordinary people don’t need to carry a satellite phone, but desperadoes like the Black Pearl Mercenaries must have a satellite phone.

Sometimes you encounter a life-threatening situation but can’t get through on the phone, and that’s the end of you.

For example now.

When the team leader saw the unfamiliar number ringing on the satellite phone in his hand, he knew trouble was coming.

There were only a few acquaintances who knew his satellite phone, and he knew all of their phone numbers by heart.

No matter where or how this stranger who called obtained my satellite phone number, his intentions were not friendly.

"Hey."

The team leader hesitated for a long time, but he finally answered the phone.

"Mr. Bourne of the Black Pearl Mercenaries, if you are any slower in answering the phone, my patience will completely run out. This is not good news for you."

When the call was connected, a man's particularly arrogant voice came out, which made the team leader's brows twitch.

As a man who makes a living with guns, Bourne's temper would not be very good even if he was over sixty years old, so he just fought back directly.

"How bad can it be?"

“It’s not good to let you and your family go to heaven together, Bourne, do you need me to tell you the names of your family members?
Three sons, six daughters, a wife, two of the five lovers are men... Old man, you are quite amazing."

Bourne's forehead was suddenly covered with sweat, and his originally straight back bent.

Fuck, this guy knew him so well that Bourne knew without the latter saying those names that in the eyes of the man on the other end of the phone, he was no different from being naked.

None of the biggest secrets in my life are left.

"You...are a member of the poker organization? I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to offend you.
In fact, when I accepted the task, the employer only told me that I had to capture someone, but did not let me know the specific goal of the task.

I only learned the intelligence two hours ago, so I immediately abandoned the mission and prepared to leave Tokyo tonight."

Bourne's attitude was very humble. Faced with the real threat of the death of his entire family, all his dignity and reserve were insignificant and could be discarded at any time.

The man on the other end of the phone was very satisfied with Bourne's attitude. It was a joke that a small mercenary leader dared to talk about face in front of him.

"I can let you off the hook, but now tell me who hired you to come to Tokyo and tell me your real employer.

Believe me, if there is a little bit of concealment and deception, you don’t want to know what the result will be.”

"It's a wealthy English Jew!"

Bourne sold out his employer without hesitation. Not only that, he sold it out thoroughly to prevent the worst from happening.

“However, he should be just a middleman, and the contact person is an MI6 agent. This is not something that a Jewish tycoon can influence. I guess the money should be paid by the Israeli Ministry of Defense.

Because as far as I know, that rich man has a good relationship with the Israeli Ministry of Defense, and they..."

"Give me all the information you know about the rich man." The man on the phone interrupted Bourne. The latter was not angry. He even showed a relieved expression, and then hurriedly told him all the information he knew.

The call ended an hour later. When Bourne put down the satellite phone in his hand, he heaved a long sigh of relief.

This time, the crisis of the group being wiped out was finally overcome by him.

As for the Jewish tycoon who was betrayed by Bourne...ha, he didn't care whether this bastard lived or died. This guy used himself as cannon fodder, so why couldn't he sell him out?

"Oh!"

Just as Bourne was secretly congratulating himself on his quick wit, the door of his room was kicked open and a big man from the Black Pearl Mercenaries rushed in.

"Sir, this is bad. The sentries have discovered many armed men of unknown origin near the hotel."

As expected, Bourne was not panicked at all. Instead, he was very dissatisfied with the sentry. I have been chatting with you for more than an hour. Why did you only notice it now? Are you lazy?

"Now go and see if they have retreated."

"Retreat? Captain, what do you know?"

"Go and see!"

"Yes, sir!"

The sturdy man subconsciously stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and ran out quickly. After a few minutes, he ran back.

"Sir, they're retreating."

"It's good that they have retreated. Don't pay attention to them. Go back to your room and pack your things. We will leave Japan tonight."

"Okay, I'll go inform the others."

When the leader said they were leaving, the big man became impatient. Although he didn't know what had happened, he knew very well that the Black Pearl Mercenary Group had just experienced a life-and-death incident.

Even if all members of the Black Pearl Mercenary Group have automatic rifles and bulletproof vests hidden in the hotel and can be fully armed in the shortest time possible, will it be useful?
The opponent is an army. The enemies have deployed troops in the big city. No matter whether they belong to national forces or a criminal organization, this means that the Black Pearl Mercenary Group cannot afford to offend them.

Like the villains in the movies, taking hostages and forcing the Japanese government to give them a way out?
Haha, if the Black Pearl Mercenaries did this, there would be no other result except that they would die faster and more miserably, and their relatives and friends would also be implicated.

Just surrender and don't make things difficult for others. This is the best outcome.

……

"Well, you're quite sensible. I won't kill you then."

Masato Fujiwara put down the phone. The satellite call that Bourne just received was made by him.

Originally, the team had already arrived near the hotel. When they were about to take action, Fujiwara Masato, who was browsing the Black Pearl Mercenary Group members, saw Bourne's personal mission log and found a string of numbers.

So, Fujiwara Masato suddenly had the idea to call and have a chat.

It's just a phone call. If Bourne doesn't know what's good for him, then it's okay. A phone call won't change the final result. But if he knows what's good for him, Fujiwara Masato doesn't want to do it either.

Killing a group of Black Pearl mercenaries was of little value to Fujiwara Masato. He would not get any valuable spoils, nor would he be able to vent his anger.

The Black Pearl was just a knife that someone had used to commit a crime. What good would it do to break the knife? Killing the guy holding the knife was the real thing to do.

Since Bourne was sensible, Fujiwara Masato was too lazy to spend money to clean up these mercenaries. The bullets fired by the Cleaners' Team and the Sea Lion Commandos also cost money.

The Jewish tycoon was definitely dead. Fujiwara Masato had already sent his information to the European poker players, asking them to kill the tycoon and all his relatives.

Secondly, the Israeli Ministry of Defense also wants to retaliate, but there is no rush. With such a big target in the Middle East, the most important thing now is to give MI6 a slap in the face.

Damn, Fujiwara Masato is really hard to understand. He has a grudge against the Israelis, so why would the British come out to get involved?
Although Britain was one of the five major gangsters, Fujiwara Masato knew very well that the former was only one of the lower three permanent members, and he heard that the seat was being coveted by the Indians. The British Empire had become a big Yindi country.

Awesome?
No, Britain's tiger skin is now supported by the United Nations.

If it weren't for the concern for the three Changs' face, Fujiwara Masato felt that causing trouble directly in Britain would be an embarrassment to the five major gangsters on Blue Star.

Because of this incident, Fujiwara Masato didn't mind attacking the MI6 headquarters in London. The bombardment with heavy artillery was enough to cause chaos in London for a while, and the head of MI6 had no choice but to step down.

If they just do this, the poker organization will really become a terrorist organization certified by the United Nations.

The last time the Israeli embassy in France was burned down, there were reasons for it, and the former was to blame for their own fault, so the poker organization will not be on the list.

However, although MI6 caused trouble this time, it did not expose it to the public, and it even failed before it started. If the poker organization took action in the UK, it would not be in the right.

However, although he could not cause trouble in the British mainland, it did not mean that Fujiwara Masato could not do anything to the British in Japan.

Fujiwara Masato just thought for a moment and came up with an idea that would embarrass MI6 but would not attract the anger of Shang Sanchang.

(End of this chapter)