Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 86 Cleaning ()

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Team No. 1 advanced smoothly. In just fifteen minutes, they probably covered the entire third floor and killed more than twenty people.

At the end of the fight, all the Koreans hid, and they only dared to shoot randomly with pistols in the room.

What Fujiwara No. 1 did was to suppress them with a submachine gun, and then use grenades to greet them inside.

The routine is old and simple, but it works very well. Until now, no one in the No. 1 Team was shot and fell down, until they hit outside a hall. As soon as Fujiwara No. 1 showed his head, he quickly retreated.

"Bang bang bang..."

Intense gunshots came from the front, shattering the corner of the wall in front of Fujiwara No. 1. He slightly stretched out a small mirror, and within two clicks, the mirror was shattered by bullets.

The flying mirror fragments cut a small gash on the back of Fujiwara No. 1's glove, and he patted the back of his hand as if nothing had happened.

But even in the blink of an eye, Fujiwara No. 1 was able to clearly see the situation outside.

"In a hall, seven or eight enemies are hiding behind some sofas, dining tables and other obstacles, with shock bombs and offensive grenades ready."

After giving the order to the four stormtroopers, Fujiwara No. 1 turned and walked towards the door. Looking at the complicated door lock in front of the door, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

They saw the enemy coming in, but there was obviously a huge deviation in the direction of the raised pistols.

"Bulging!"

"Two people here are injured and one is killed. We need to retreat. This basement is a prison. Many women are imprisoned. There is no vault. Repeat..."

Just after clearing the hall, Fujiwara No. 1 saw the door at the end of the hall. Just as he was about to go over to take a look at the situation, two shotgun blasts and the gunman's cry rang out from the passage he came from.

"You, you, you, and the four of you stay to suppress the enemy with grenades and hold on until I use explosives to open the door."

"Axi, it's a grenade!"

"Fujiwara No. 2, I have found the treasury now. How is the situation over there?"

"clear."

Sorry, the Stormtroopers didn't get orders to take in the prisoners, so...goodbye.

The sofas and fallen wooden tables placed in the hall were blasted with several craters by offensive grenades. Two people stood there, covering their ears, looking shaky.

Fujiwara No. 1 unceremoniously raised his gun and knocked the two men to the ground. More stormtroopers quickly rushed in and launched a clearing operation in the hall, killing the Koreans lying behind the sofa and hiding under the table. .

Fujiwara No. 1 took out the grenade from his arms, pulled out the ring and threw it into the passage without thinking. After the explosion, the noise quickly disappeared.

"Enemy attack, unknown number."

"This is Fujiwara No. 2..." Intense gunshots and sharp female shouts came from the intercom.

"Ah, I surrender, I surrender..."

There was an exclamation in the hall immediately. After three obviously different explosions, Fujiwara No. 1 and another stormtrooper equipped with a submachine gun rushed out immediately.

Fujiwara No. 1 turned around and walked back. When he returned to the passage, two stormtroopers holding shotguns were taking turns firing into the passage. There were also continuous pistol shots and shouting inside.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three stormtroopers equipped with pistols behind him took out explosive projectiles. After Fujiwara No. 1 raised his hands and counted three times, they threw them uniformly towards the wall opposite the corner. With the help of the rebound, they fell into the wall. In the hall.

"Permission is granted to retreat, retreat to the first floor, and join the others."

"clear."

...Go back fifteen minutes. When Fujiwara No. 1 led people to attack the third floor, and No. 2 successfully blasted the basement wall with explosives, Huang Mao and Yiyong No. 1 also led a dozen street gangsters to start their journey. action.

Because all the funds were spent on blades, Fujiwara Masato did not have many weapons and equipment to distribute to Huang Mao and others, but he also tried his best to provide them with the greatest help with the least amount of money.

For example, Fujiwara Masato chose to make the smoke bombs needed for the operation.

Making smoke bombs is very simple. He only needs to search the Internet in Chinese and can find more than a dozen methods. Among them, Fujiwara Masato used cans as the shell.

Then add sugar, saltpeter, and some miscellaneous common materials in daily life after certain processing, and use the pull ring as a ignition cord.

For the specific method, please refer to the pull-tab ignition formula of the guerrilla wooden handle grenade, which only requires some glass powder and some flammable powder (the specific method cannot be announced because it is too punishable).

Because the cost of self-making is very low, and Fujiwara Masato does not need to do it himself, with the intelligence of a street gangster, he can independently complete the production of smoke bombs after being guided. Therefore, he made more than two hundred smoke bombs in one go. can.

Now these street gangsters are throwing cans one after another and "fighting passionately" Pachinko City has quickly turned into a "fog city".

Because they are homemade, the quality of these smoking cans varies, and the combustion when producing smoke is incomplete, resulting in a lot of fine particles in the smoke.

When Japanese people visiting the store smell the smoke, they will cough, have tears and runny noses running down their faces, and find it difficult to breathe.

Once this happens, they will fall into panic. Once the crowd panics collectively, they will run around and run to places they think are safe.

The crowds and running around hindered the Pachinko City waiters who wanted to catch the culprit and were unable to move forward. Some even fell and were trampled back and forth by dozens of feet.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the crowd, the street gangsters quickly blended into the crowd and smoke, disappearing from the enemy's sight.

The Pachinko Town opposite suddenly spewed smoke. Of course, the Shinjuku Police Department saw it. All available police officers inside quickly dispatched and rushed over to maintain order and comfort the fleeing civilians.

Then during the process, when the Tokyo police asked, they learned that there was not a fire burning inside, but that someone was throwing smoke bombs and the like inside.

Ah, is this throwing a biological weapon?
The subway incident in Japan was so profound that the first reaction in the minds of these police officers was this, so that they ran away in panic.

save people?

Are you kidding me? The salary I get from the police station is only a few yen. It’s not worth my sacrifice!

It wasn't until their superior police officers yelled at them and told them that the smoke was not poisonous that the police officers returned tremblingly, but no one was willing to rush in.

Because the people inside were still running out continuously, on the one hand, the dense flow of people blocked the police from going upstream.

On the other hand, it was filled with smoke and it was difficult to see clearly, and the police were not willing to go in.

"Go to the back and take a look. There should be a fire exit in the pachinko shop. Go in there and see what's going on?" shouted the senior police officer at the scene.

Someone quickly did it, and the report was quickly delivered to the person in charge on the site via walkie-talkie.

"The back door is locked... uh, wait... it's gunshots, someone shooting from the third floor, and explosions, not fireworks, not fireworks!"

The policeman on the other side of the intercom lost his temper and his voice changed tone.

In fact, not only was the voice on the walkie-talkie a bit rude, the police officers standing around the person in charge, including the former holding the walkie-talkie, all turned green after hearing clearly.

"Nani, someone shot inside!?"

Upon hearing this, a team was assembled, and the police who were about to rush in to take credit immediately stopped.

"Well...Director, let's call for support from the Metropolitan Police Headquarters."

(End of this chapter)