Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 28 Bloodshed caused by mobile phones
  The address provided by the old guy is very close, just in the residential area next to Arakawa Pedestrian Street.

When Fujiwara Masato led people to the neighborhood, he found that the place where the thieves gang lived was a low-rent house in Tokyo.

This is a simple house built by Tokyo landlords to work in Tokyo. It is a five-story building with thin walls, simple structure and easy construction. Its advantage is that it is low cost and can be built on the smallest residential land with the least money. , the disadvantage is that such houses are somewhat "cool in winter and warm in summer".

Then, the area of ​​each single room in such a low-rent house is not large, ranging from a single room of eight square meters to a family room of more than forty square meters. In terms of the height of the house, the ceiling of such a house can only be said to be It doesn't hit an adult's skull haphazardly.

The thief's stronghold mentioned by the old man was on the second floor, and the room number was 205. When Fujiwara Masato led someone to the door, the door of the next room was just pushed open, and a man walked out with his head covered. Then he closed the door and turned around , I was stunned.

Because in front of this unlucky man were four burly men wearing black trench coats, holding samurai swords, baseball bats, and one-handed axes. Even with masks on their faces, you could see their murderous looks.

"Ah...this...I..."

"If you don't want to die, go back!" Yiyong No. 1 pointed his hand, and the man immediately opened the door as fast as he could, then ran in and closed the door with a bang.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Huang Mao asked. Fujiwara Masato tapped the ax with his hand and tilted his head towards 208's wooden door, which was so old that the paint was peeling off and looked like it had not been repaired for a long time.

"Cut it open, then Huang Mao and Yiyong rush in, and Axe Ren stands guard outside."

"clear."

After the order was given, Ax Ren immediately picked up the axe, swung it with both hands, and chopped the ax towards the door lock with an unambiguous movement. Amidst the harsh and shattering sound of the ax blade chopping the door lock and the synthetic wood board, the man with level three logging skills The axe-head smashed the door lock in one stroke, and the wooden door was also hacked with the axe to create a hole that could be reached through.

"Get out of the way!" Yiyong No. 1 reached out and grabbed Ax Ren's shoulders. After pulling him away, he took two steps back, then flew up and kicked the door. With a bang, the wooden door flew backwards and flew out. Half the door frame was taken away.

Huang Mao, who was carrying a gray alloy baseball bat, rushed in first.

There was a young man inside who was shouting and walking out. Before he could figure out what was happening, Huang Mao hit him on the head with a stick. With a bang, the guy immediately rolled his eyes, shut down and turned back. Fall down.

At the time of the incident, there was another guy with a pockmarked face who was lying half-naked on the sofa watching TV. When he saw his companion fall, he jumped up without thinking and followed closely behind him with a very beautiful movement. The Yiyong No. 1 admired it very much, so he stabbed his shoulder with the katana in his hand.

With a creak, the white knife went in and the red knife came out. The guy who seemed to have something was lying on the ground hugging his shoulders while screaming.

"Be honest, if you don't want to die, just shut up, or I won't mind stabbing you in the neck." Yiyong No. 1 pointed the blood-stained katana at his neck, and the latter immediately became honest and stopped howling.

"Drag the guy on the ground into the toilet, don't hinder us from doing our work." Yiyong No. 1 instructed, but this time, maybe the former's attitude was not fierce enough, and this guy didn't know what to do. He scolded Yiyong with an angry look on his face.

"Who are you? You still don't follow the rules of preaching? Don't you know whose territory this is?"

Yiyong No. 1 has no interest in talking nonsense with this guy. The boss is coming in from behind. How can he do it without cleaning up the place?

So, the eyes of Yiyong No. 1 holding the katana flashed fiercely. He showed no mercy. The katana stabbed again, piercing the chest and heart of the guy who was still shouting. In an instant, the latter's mouth was still chattering. He was speechless. He opened his mouth in pain and wanted to say something. In the end, his lips wriggled twice but nothing came out.

As Yiyong No. 1 drew his sword, the man without the support of the katana fell forward and knelt on the ground. The unobstructed wound spurted out streams of blood forward as his heart pumped. All of a sudden, half of Yiyong No. 1's body was dyed red.

Even Huang Mao, who was standing aside carrying a baseball bat, was not spared. His trouser legs were soaked with blood, and he cursed angrily.

"Bagayalu, Yiyong, what are you doing?"

I don't know whether it was because Huang Mao's yelling was too loud, or because the blood flowing underneath him was too warm and smelly, he was knocked unconscious. The thief lying on the ground woke up in confusion, and then he raised his head just in time. It was a thrilling scene to see the chest of a companion who was still staring at death, kneeling on the ground and spurting blood.

In an instant, the thief made a "quacking" sound and fainted from fright.

As the heart finally stopped beating and the last few streams of blood spurted out, the body staggered a few times and finally fell with a thump, hitting the ground with a splash of blood.

At the same time, Fujiwara Masato also happened to walk in. When he saw the two blood-stained people in the narrow room, the body lying on the ground with hands and feet twitching from time to time, and the unlucky guy who was unconscious and lying in a pool of blood, his throat squirmed. A few times.

To be honest, Masato Fujiwara, who had never even killed a chicken, really wanted to vomit when he saw this scene of blood all over the ground. Just to protect his own face and considering that he was wearing a mask, he forcibly resisted the desire to vomit. , immediately turned around and walked out the door.

"Yiyong, Huang Mao, quickly collect the body."

"Understood, boss." The two of them acted quickly. One of them dragged the corpse's feet, and the other grabbed the corpse's hand. After three strokes, they threw the corpse into the system warehouse. It's just that the corpse is easy to dispose of. Blood is not easy to deal with.

When Fujiwara Masato walked in again, the house was filled with all kinds of sundries, the refrigerator in the corner had some wear and tear, and the floor of the house, which was covered with various erotic two-dimensional posters, had been painted with red dye. It was full and slippery, as if a pig had just been killed here, making it difficult to get down.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, Fujiwara Masato immediately stopped, walked back to the door, and then gave instructions to Huang Mao and Yiyong No. 1 in the house.

"We search the room, looking for the mission target first, and then take away any valuable things that individuals can take away." After saying that, Fujiwara Masato couldn't wait to walk out of the house. If the door hadn't been kicked in, he would have wanted to take the door with him. superior. "This is a bit too much." Fujiwara Masato thought of the horrific scene in the room and began to reflect.

"Next time, if you don't need to kill people, let Yiyong No. 1 use a blunt instrument. He is too murderous. I told you before the action that I won't kill people if this matter can be avoided... But just kill a gang member , it’s not a big deal for a thief to make a living by stealing, besides, he’s still Japanese.”

After comforting himself like this, Fujiwara Masato calmed down. He was not afraid of the Japanese police, but people died for no reason. Although he did not kill the people himself, such things somewhat condemned his conscience and morality.

There was a clang of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house. Masato Fujiwara opened the system warehouse and found that many things had been put in, including wallets, mobile phones, Japanese yen banknotes, and RMB. He swiped up and down at will and found the mission item. .

It was obvious. A blood-stained iPhone was marked as a mission item. It was obviously the target of tonight's operation.

The two people in the house were still rummaging around, and Fujiwara Masato continued to wait patiently. After waiting for a few minutes, they finally walked out, and the two of them washed their hands by the way.

"Let's go." After the delay was long enough, Fujiwara Masato quickly led the three of them to the stairs without saying anything.

I don’t know whether it was the old man who reported the news or a neighbor who notified the thieves’ gang. As soon as the four people walked out of the low-rent house, seven or eight guys armed with steel pipes, daggers, and baseball bats rushed over from outside. They were swearing. It was obvious that they were here. Those who are not good.

Oh, shit, things got serious, I was blocked.

Fujiwara Masato's heart tightened, and he quickly reached into his arms and grabbed a hard weapon, but did not rush to pull it out and fire at the intruder.

Masato Fujiwara really didn't want to use thermal weapons in public unless it was absolutely necessary, because in Japan, the Japanese police have a different attitude towards members of violent gangs and gangsters using cold weapons to chop them, and using thermal weapons.

Even if the former chops someone to death, as long as it does not cause a major impact on society and as long as the body is not found, the Japanese police will just reduce the matter to a trivial matter. After all, they do not have regulations that must solve murder cases. They only serve the government.

And if the latter happens, then the matter will be serious. The Japanese police will definitely conduct high-intensity reconnaissance without leaving any room, and they are determined to find the gunman even if they scratch the ground.

Why do Japanese police have such different attitudes towards these two things?

Just because it is common for violent gangs to hack people to death in Japan, even if the police solve the case, they will not be praised by their superiors and the public, and the police station's funding will not be increased in the second year.

The latter is different. As long as the case is solved and an illegal thermal weapon is seized, the Japanese police who handle the case will get huge credit. Professional police officers with a background from the University of Tokyo can rise rapidly, shorten the time for seniority, and be promoted continuously in a short period of time. Both levels are possible.

If police officers in the non-professional or quasi-professional groups successfully solve a case, if they are still far away from the police rank ceiling, as long as they pass the police rank examination, they can jump to the police rank within one year, and they will receive social commendations and internal year-end bonuses.

If the policeman who solves the case is young enough and his police rank happens to be stuck on the ceiling, then as long as he stands correctly and hugs the lap of a professional supervisor, the policeman may break the invisible but solid ceiling and pass the exam. After that, he can raise his police rank to the top, paving a golden road for himself, and looking down on his colleagues in the non-professional and quasi-professional groups.

So once the Japanese police receive a report of a shooting, they become as excited as sharks smelling blood.

"Axeren, Huangmao, Yiyong, come to me and chop them to death." In the midst of the electric light and flint, Fujiwara Masato held on to the last glimmer of hope. He opened the system and quickly clicked on the incentive function in the troop list. Dingdang was stunned for a moment. More than two hundred dollars.

The moment the beautiful sword flower came out, the momentum of the three people in front changed instantly. Huang Mao sneered and threw away the baseball bat, and pulled out the mountain machete from the inside of the coat. Yiyong No. 1's originally very irritable temperament changed. They felt even colder and more chilling, and with the sharp blades and the blood stains on their bodies, the three or four thieves gang thugs who rushed towards them became hesitant.

The one who was more powerful than the two of them was actually Ax Ren. After the money was received, he was a little timid and hid behind. With a roar, he raised the ax and passed Huang Mao and Yiyong No. 1 in front of him. He swung the ax and started. Hit Huashan with a powerful blow to a thug holding a baseball bat.

Ax Ren's movements were not very fast, but his momentum was very fierce. In line with his burly physique, the thug who was chopped was shocked and raised his wooden baseball bat to block.

The ax and baseball bat collided with each other. As a result, the thug could not withstand the force. The baseball bat was pushed back and hit him on the chest. The ax blade then fell on the thug, cutting his clothes and chest muscles. Blood stains spread quickly. Come on and dye your white clothes red.

The thug who received the axe let out a wail, pushed hard with the baseball bat, and pushed the axeren back two steps. After receiving the axe, he ran away without looking back, which made the thieves and thugs behind him a little nervous. Bewildered.

The enemy hesitated, but Huang Mao and Yiyong No. 1 did not pause. They rushed over with knives and slashed at the enemies. The three thieves at the head with steel pipes and daggers were chopped to the ground, and the remaining The people no longer hesitated at this time. They all turned around and ran away in different directions.

This scene stunned Fujiwara Masato, who was prepared for a tough battle and even lost one or two people.

Hey, no, when the seven or eight of you came here, you were swearing and dancing with guns and sticks. I thought you were all heroes. But now it’s better. I spent more than two hundred dollars to boost morale, and gave three We are ready for a bloody battle. How come you were defeated just after the fight started?

Your morale and organization are too low, even worse than the peasant uprisings in Chinese history!

Forget it, don't think too much, it's time to run away.

"Let's go, retreat." Fujiwara Masato quickly stopped Huang Mao and Yiyong No. 1 from carrying out last-ditch attacks on the enemy lying on the ground, and ordered them to retreat back to the system, while he quickly ran towards his own under the cover of night. car.

Although there are no cameras nearby and the police patrol route is quite far away from here, as a precaution, it is better to leave the crime scene as soon as possible to avoid being caught.

(End of this chapter)