Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 79 Good Samaritans Are Coming

How long Isamu Sakamoto ran, he didn't know, because the fear of death and the severe pain from his butt made him rush forward desperately.

look back?
It's best not to. When escaping for your life, any unnecessary movements will slow down your speed and lead to death.

So when Isamu Sakamoto regained his senses, was exhausted and finally stopped, he looked back and around and found that there were no enemies except two panting subordinates.

Where are you now?
I don’t know. There are two-story bungalows all around. The lights are dim and the environment is quiet. I don’t know where exactly this place is. I don’t know yet.

"Blood... Phew... Dad, butt... blood..." Someone was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and he didn't forget to pay attention to Isamu Sakamoto's butt.

After being reminded, Isamu Sakamoto also remembered that he had been stabbed in the butt when he was escaping. He even dropped the knife while running.

Ban Yuan quickly reached out and touched behind him. The severe pain made him tremble all over. Then he raised his hand and saw that the entire palm was red. He turned around and turned his head with difficulty.

Although the lights were dim and the suit pants were black, he could still see that half of his pants were soaked in blood.

"Assi!" Isamu Ban cursed, then he reached out and ignored the severe pain, pinched the wound on his butt hard to slow down the bleeding, and then turned back and shouted to his two subordinates.

"Hurry and help me find something to stop the bleeding, and at the same time call the emergency number and ask the hospital to send an ambulance to pick me up!"

"I'm very sorry, Dad!" My brother kept bending down and bowing to apologize. As for why he couldn't call a car, the reason was very simple. There were not enough ambulances in Adachi City and local hospitals in nearby areas.

One person stood there and called the emergency number, while the other person found a nearby house and knocked hard on someone else's door.

"Why can't you call a car?"

Don’t forget what happened one after another in the Takano area of ​​Adachi Ward tonight.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I couldn't call the ambulance!" The younger brother who called first ran in dejectedly.
"What!" Ban Yuan was lying down in disbelief.

Although the location of the wound was a bit awkward, thanks to the fact that members of violent gangs were often stabbed, the brother-in-law who dealt with the wound was still very experienced, and he was able to stop the bleeding for Isamu Sakamoto in a few seconds in a simple environment.

Therefore, the second person easily obtained some anti-hemorrhage drugs, ran back and helped Sakamoto Yuong enter the house, made his father lie down on someone else's sofa in the hall, then took off his pants and put his hands on his buttocks. The knife wound was bandaged.

It was good news, and then came the bad news.

Because medical fees in Japan have never been associated with cheapness, ordinary Japanese families will keep some things that may be used in daily life, such as cold medicine, bandages, iodine and other medicines.

The most important thing is that these wounded were all produced within an hour.

First there was a cold-arms fight involving hundreds of people, and then there were two consecutive fights involving fifty people. The number of wounded in these three fights was nearly a hundred.

The poor members of the violent gang took action quickly regardless of their own fatigue.

After the latter opened the door a little for no apparent reason, he violently opened the door, broke in, and ordered them to hand over the medical drugs.

No matter how great public intellectuals and Japanese commentators on the Internet brag about Japan's medical care, an epidemic has torn off its false mask.

Some people covered their wounds and went to find a place to stop the bleeding, while others were lying on the ground unable to move.

Looking back, the Japanese medical system is just like that.

The hundreds of injured people appearing in succession are a major test for Tokyo's medical system.

Secondly, most of Tokyo's lanes, especially those in residential areas, have been under heavy load due to excessive residential population and earlier infrastructure. Narrow two-way lanes, dense traffic, and pedestrians crossing the road at will.

All this caused the ambulances that came to pull people to be unable to get up quickly.

In addition, Japanese people are accustomed to "obeying the rules" and not making mistakes. The same is true for Japanese ambulance drivers. If the road is blocked, then turn on the siren.

The car blocking the road ahead won't give way?
Oh, then just wait patiently.

What, the injured who are in urgent need of rescue have suffered serious bleeding and need to arrive at the hospital quickly for emergency hemostasis!

What does that have to do with me? I'm just an ambulance driver, not a doctor. My responsibility is to drive the ambulance to the hospital.

Such a responsible yet irresponsible attitude has resulted in insufficient ambulances in and around Adachi City, and even if other hospitals are willing to support ambulances, the vehicles cannot come quickly.

Therefore, when the boy called 119 to call for an ambulance, the operator told him that the ambulance now needed to be transferred from a farther area and it might take half an hour to arrive.

Okay, the operator said half an hour, but Isamu Sakamoto didn't want to bet on whether an ambulance would arrive to pick him up in half an hour.

"Call headquarters and ask them to drive to pick me up."

"That... I also fought. The people at the headquarters just said that the police raided the headquarters and all the cars were unable to leave..."

"Damn it!" Ban Yuanyu couldn't remember how many times he said this tonight.

However, this is the reality, and he must overcome it, or he will die here.

"Does this family have a car?" Ban Yuan asked.

"No, the house doesn't have a garage."

"Bagaya Road... let's go, take me out and hail a taxi on the roadside."

"Hi Yi."

The two younger brothers carried Ban Yuanyu and limped out.

It took the three of them about ten minutes to leave the residential area and stop next to a two-way carriageway. As soon as they raised their hands to stop the car, a black commercial van stopped in front of the three of them with a loud sound.

In the indifferent Japanese society, there are still such kind people! ?
Very good!
Before Sakamoto Isamu and his two roommates could be happy for too long, the next moment after the door of the van was opened, two pistols equipped with gunshot suppressors were pointed at them.

Amidst two muffled sounds that didn't sound like gunshots, the two younger brothers looked up and fell backwards on the spot.

Before Isamu Ban realized what was happening, a big man jumped out of the car and rushed in front of him, stabbing his stomach mercilessly with a crackling stun gun.

Just like that, Isamu Sakamoto "straightened up" and fell forward. He was caught and dragged into the car. The two younger brothers who fell backward after being shot in the eyebrows were also quickly grabbed by their hands and feet. Lift it into the car at once.

The sliding door of the van was hit by the impact, and the door was closed. The car ejected from the burning tires and disappeared into the night in a few seconds.

It all happened in a flash, starting with the van stopping and ending with the car starting. The whole process didn't take more than thirty seconds.

The three or two passers-by who witnessed the whole process had no time to take out their mobile phones to take pictures, and it was all over.

(End of this chapter)