Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 64 New Year Fireworks and Free New York

Fujiwara Masato is not a good person, but he also feels that he is not a bad guy.

Therefore, Fujiwara Masato did not intend to send anyone to trouble him regarding Shushita Kodai's betrayal.

Because if we clarify the matter clearly, on the one hand, he has no direct relationship with poker. Shuxia Hangda is a client who paid the poker organization to kill people, not a subordinate.

On the other hand, Shushita Kodai is about to pay a huge price, and Fujiwara Masato also knows that this guy is currently controlled by the Maple Leaf Society.

After the matter with Gobayashi Keisuke is over, even if the former is lucky enough not to be sunk into the tar, he will still have to go on a long-distance fishing boat to feed the fish.

Japan's violent gangs have never had anything to do with kindness and mercy, and their promises to those who can't resist are no different than farts.

This is one of the reasons why Fujiwara Masato thinks that he is not a bad person, that is, although he kills people and sets fires, he has never done anything similar, and even let others rob.

The harvesting of cash in loan shark companies is not robbery. In Fujiwara Masato's mind, it is just loot.

It's like a bonus from beating a boss.

Sending people to rob someone for no reason will completely change the nature of the matter and the loot.

Whether it is robbing self-employed individuals or aiming the gun at banks, as long as he takes action and has a starting point, Fujiwara Masato will feel that his bottom line has been penetrated by himself.

The bottom line is invisible and intangible, but it does exist. Some people don't have it, so they are born bad guys. Some people originally have a bottom line, but they are broken by themselves, and this is called degeneration.

Fujiwara Masato does not want to degenerate, so he does not want to break his own bottom line. He also wants to maintain his spirit as a Chinese and is not willing to be assimilated by the Japanese and become a real Japanese.

Fujiwara Masato hates dogs and wants to beat them, but if he is turned into a dog and fights with dogs, he will really not be happy.

Therefore, even if Fujiwara Masato is sometimes short of money, he never thinks of doing things randomly. He can let people do things like robbery and fraud. Such things can indeed make money quickly, but the cost of doing so is What is it?
  You just have to think hard and you'll get the answer.

Because he believed that he was not a bad person, Fujiwara Masato would hit Maple Leaf hard, but he had been avoiding the Tokyo police. If he could not attack the latter head-on, he would not attack them.

On the mini-map, the Tokyo police have always been neutral.

Masato Fujiwara lives in Adachi Ward. He wants to fight the Maple Leaf Club because they interfere with the former's normal life, not because he sees the latter as having more money, so he wants to fight them.

You have caused heavy losses to the Tokyo police force for no reason. Who will benefit?
  Anyway, Fujiwara Masato did not benefit, and he would even suffer.

Because a quiet and peaceful social environment requires security forces to maintain, and given the twisted and perverted social atmosphere in Japan, the Japanese police were severely damaged today, and a bunch of monsters and monsters will jump out that night.

All kinds of alkalis, robberies, and kidnappings will appear immediately. If you don't believe it, you can read the news about Japan's disaster areas.

Once the social order collapses, it is very bad news for Fujiwara Masato. Even if they are a violent group, they are willing to live in a stable society rather than survive in an environment where the jungle is strong.

The bad guys only want to attack the good guys, and are not willing to face other bad guys.

Even Japan's large-scale violent groups will subconsciously maintain order in their area when encountering natural disasters, because a stable society is their living environment.

For this reason, Fujiwara Masato just wanted to send a gift to warn the Tokyo police to stay out of their own business, so the explosives exploded on the first floor of their Metropolitan Police building were not very powerful.

The power is just like the big firecrackers that Cantonese people burn when they go home to worship their ancestors during the Qingming Festival. A small amount of gunpowder is wrapped in layers of newspapers. When it explodes, it is like rolling thunder from the sky falling to the ground, roaring, heavy, and finely broken. Newspapers were flying all over the place.

Not to mention the power, in terms of momentum, such a firecracker is comparable to the noise produced when a 90mm artillery shell explodes, with rolling thunder and constant aftermath.

In terms of power, this thing was not satisfactory. It only blew up the water tank and made the toilet door fly out.

No one was using the toilet in that cubicle at that time, but there was an unlucky man squatting in the pit next door. Not only was he scared to death when the explosion occurred, but he was also doused with splashed sewage, and his whole body exuded a stench.

There were basically no personnel losses in the Metropolitan Police Department, and there was not much property damage, but mentally, they were frightened to a certain extent.

As for whether the Metropolitan Police Department retreated after the scare and stopped unilaterally intervening in the struggle between Poker and the Maple Leaf Society, or whether it became angry and intensified its crackdown, Fujiwara Masato cannot know.

He is not interested in caring about the mood of the Tokyo police now, because the plane Keisuke Gobayashi is on has taken off, and his villain is leaving Tokyo, Japan, flying to the United States at an extremely fast speed.

Torataro Taniguchi, who was sleeping in a hotel in New York, was awakened by the ringtone of his cell phone. He sleepily pushed away the white body pressing on him, stretched out his hand from the bed, picked up the cell phone from the bedside table and put it to his ear.

"Moxi Moxi..."

"The plane Keisuke Gobayashi is on has taken off and will land twelve hours later. You should make preparations."

Huang Mao's cold voice was like a basin of cold water poured on Taniguchi Torataro's head, causing this man who had indulged all night last night to instantly break away from the hold of sleep.

"What preparations should be made!" Torataro Taniguchi pushed away the hands that were touching his body, stood up naked, took out a small stack of U.S. dollars from his suit hanging on the hanger, and handed it to the person on the bed.

The latter wisely packed up his clothes, carried them out of the room, and went outside to get dressed.

"Prepare a car and just go and watch outside JFK International Airport. This is the United States, not Japan. It is not convenient for you to participate in the operation." Huang Mao explained.

Torataro Taniguchi was silent. He sat naked on the edge of the bed, recalling the memories of the past, and the scars in his heart stung.

"I apply to participate...Brother, Keisuke Gobayashi is the culprit who caused my wife's death. I hate the Maple Leaf Club, and I hate Keisuke Gobayashi even more!"

"This is not Tokyo, Japan, and you don't know how to use thermal weapons..." Huang Mao on the other side of the phone paused.

"I'll apply to the boss for you." After saying that, the call was hung up.

Torataro Taniguchi put down his cell phone. He lay on the bed again, staring at the ceiling blankly, recalling his past.

Not long after, the phone rang again, and Torataro Taniguchi rushed over as quickly as possible and grabbed the phone.

"Moxi Moxi, I am Torataro Taniguchi!"

"I just told the boss that he agreed to your request." Huang Mao's cold voice was like the sound of nature. After hearing this, Torataro Taniguchi jumped up from the bed.

"But there are two problems here that you need to solve yourself."

"Brother, what's the problem!" Torataro Taniguchi asked quickly.

“First, you must get a car that the American police cannot trace to you within twelve hours.

Second, the people you are acting with are from the New York branch of the United States. You and they are not companions. After completing the mission, they will be separated from you, and you need to plan a safe retreat route alone. If you are accidentally caught by the American police during the retreat after the operation, the Tokyo branch cannot help you, and the people in the New York branch will not care about you.

Can you accept and solve these conditions? "

Torataro Taniguchi said nothing. After thinking seriously for a while, he gritted his teeth, patted his chest and assured Huang Mao on the other end of the phone.

"No problem, brother, I can solve the two conditions. If I am caught by the American police, I will never reveal the organization!"

"Since there's no problem...wait for five minutes. When someone knocks on the door, remember to open the door."

After saying that, Huang Mao hung up the phone without giving Tora Taniguchi any time to react.

After the latter was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand why he had to wait for five minutes, but he still got off the bed and started looking for clothes to wear.

At the same time, Taniguchi Torataro also remembered that he had never told anyone his location, including Huang Mao, so how did he know his location?
  It was very punctual, five minutes meant five minutes. Once the time was up, there was a rhythmic knock on the door of the hotel room where Taniguchi Torataro was staying.

Taniguchi Torataro, who was already dressed, walked over and opened the door. A white man wearing a certain pizza delivery outfit appeared outside the door. He put a pizza bag into the former's hand.

"Twenty dollars," the delivery boy said.

At that time, Torataro Taniguchi didn't react. He subconsciously took out his wallet, took out a knife and gave it to the boy. Then he took the money and ran away, as if he was a real delivery boy.

Torataro Taniguchi closed the door, returned to the hotel sofa carrying a bag with a certain pizza shop on it, and put the bag on the table. There was a slight sound of metal collision inside.

At this moment, he knew that this was not just pizza, but something else.

Torataro Taniguchi quickly opened the bag, revealing the items scrawled in newspapers and plastic bags.

An Uzi submachine gun with a miniature folding steel frame stock, and three straight magazines with thirty-two rounds of ammunition.

The Uzi submachine gun is a famous weapon. Let’s not talk about whether its specific performance is easy to use. In terms of reputation, it is indeed a famous gun.

So much so that Torataro Taniguchi recognized the gun the first time he saw it.

By this time, he also knew that the white guy who delivered the food just now was from the New York branch of the poker organization, Torataro Taniguchi thought to himself.

If he could get the gun into his hands five minutes after his elder brother finished speaking, I was afraid that when he came out of the New York airport, he would be targeted by the people from the New York branch. They would know exactly what he had done.

Torataro Taniguchi shuddered, but after thinking about it seriously, the fear in his heart turned into a sense of security.

"As long as I don't think about betraying the organization, then these people monitoring me are the best armed bodyguards."

As soon as these words came out, the loyalty value in Torataro Taniguchi's personal interface changed.

After confirming that he was being monitored by people from the New York branch, Torataro Taniguchi naturally re-understood the stories behind the two requests his eldest brother made to him.

These two conditions are probably not only a test of one's own abilities, but also a test of the New York branch's ability to organize a new faction.

The New York branch can send people to monitor their position and can send a submachine gun up within five minutes. If they want to get a car on their own territory whose origin cannot be traced and plan an escape route, it is simply impossible for them. easy.

However, they are unwilling to serve Taniguchi Torataro. As for why, the latter who has been in society for so many years knows it very well.

The reason is nothing more than competition.

The same organization, but competition between different factions.

As a Japanese, Torataro Taniguchi is very familiar with such internal competition and can understand it!
  Just like the competition between the Army and Navy of the old Imperial Japan in the past, it may not be that exaggerated, but it cannot be underestimated.

After thinking about the matter clearly, Taniguchi Torataro went out to work with great enthusiasm.

As a successful businessman who started his career in an automobile repair shop, Torataro Taniguchi met some American complete vehicle and parts suppliers in order to reduce costs.

At present, the mainstream cars in Japan are right-hand drive vehicles, and the traffic rules are to drive on the left.

American cars are left-hand drive, which is different from Japanese cars' right-hand drive. Logically speaking, even if they are the same model, they should not be able to drive on the same road.

However, because Japan's sovereignty is not in its hands, America's left-hand drive car has to drive in your lane specially prepared for right-hand drive cars. What can you do?
  What else can Japan do? Of course I admit it.

Therefore, on Japanese lanes, whether you are driving with right or left hand drive, you can drive on the left side of the road without violating traffic regulations.

Therefore, in order to import some cheap cars and parts without customs taxes, Torataro Taniguchi once came to New York with his father and met some black friends who were "involved" in the car business.

After leaving the hotel, Torataro Taniguchi took a taxi and drove to Brooklyn, a slum in New York.

Brooklyn, New York City, is home to mainly black-skinned groups. The security environment in this area is very poor. If a stranger enters here rashly, it is very likely that he will go in vertically and come out horizontally.

Especially for someone with yellow skin like Tora Taniguchi, he is even more dangerous in this area where black is the dominant color.

But Tora Taniguchi was not afraid, because he knew a gang inside. Although the latter also had racial discrimination, they did not discriminate against Franklin.

After calling in advance, Torataro Taniguchi got off the bus in the outer area of ​​Brooklyn, met the responder, and took his car in.

Then Torataro Taniguchi spent half an hour in a garage in Brooklyn and bought a Korean Kia car with an erased chassis number, as well as several sets of fake license plates.

Perhaps it was because Torataro Taniguchi’s attitude of not bargaining and paying without hesitation made his black friend feel comfortable, and before he drove away, the latter made him a promise.

"Hey, bro, remember my number. If your car is stolen, give me a call. I know the entire New York City car theft team and I can get your car back for half the price."

　PS: Don’t talk about why the protagonist is not lawless in Japan. The first reason is in this chapter, and the other reason is also very simple... Qidian is not allowed to write.

　　Well, you understand. If you don’t understand, go and look for a book outside Qidian. Qidian does not have the kind of blood-slaughter protagonist you want set in mainstream countries such as modern America and Japan.

　　What the hell, do you understand that the book you want to read will never pass review from the very beginning?

　　Why do I know? Because I tried my last book at the starting point and failed to pass the review at the beginning.

　　So, don’t be stubborn with me. If you think it’s okay, write a book on Qidian. If it passes the review, come and notify me. Let me see what kind of platinum master you are, and you can actually let the review of Qidian let you go.

　　
  　
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