Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 115 Accident on the Road

Uehara Ryui came to look for Fujiwara Masato every now and then. He could feel that the former was making up for the lack of family affection, and the latter... was also enjoying the process.

Being loved is a kind of happiness.

On March 25, six days before the start of the semester at the University of Tokyo, Ryu Uehara suddenly made a request to Masato Fujiwara.

"Grandpa and uncle want to see you."

"Really?" Fujiwara Masato scratched his head. He wanted to refuse such a thing. Although he knew it would be beneficial to him, Fujiwara Masato still subconsciously rejected it.

This feeling of rejection is so complex that Fujiwara Masato doesn’t even know how to describe it.

"It's okay, Masato. Grandpa just wants to see you. Although your situation is a bit complicated, after all, the blood of the Uehara family still flows in your veins..."

Uehara Rui tried her best to persuade Fujiwara Masato, and finally, the latter agreed to the request.

After seeing his brother nod, Uehara Rui was very excited.

While talking, the Rolls-Royce left the village road and drove onto a wider county road. However, at an intersection, Fujiwara Masato, who was sitting in the car, clearly heard a loud bang coming from under his butt. , and then the speed of the car slowed down.

"Then let's go. It's still early today. We will head to Chiba County immediately. We will arrive at Uehara's house in two hours."

"What's wrong? What happened to the car?"

The second car following behind stopped at the edge, and the two bodyguards in the car got out and walked over.

"It's about half an hour away."

Uehara Rui's arrival today was premeditated, because there were two cars parked downstairs. Uehara Rui and Fujiwara Masato were sitting in the first car, and two suit bodyguards were following them in the second car.

If there is a convection vehicle coming from the opposite side of the lane, the two vehicles traveling in the opposite direction must slow down, otherwise the two vehicles will easily rub against each other when they cross.

Another bodyguard quickly opened the door, jumped into the driver's seat, started the car as fast as possible, and then started burning tires. During this process, there was a "pop, pop, pop," similar to the sound of raindrops hitting the car window. The voice sounded.

The two bodyguards were very professional. The moment the gunfire rang out and the driver fell down, one of them bent down and dragged the still-inflated driver away from him, telling him not to block the door and tires.

"Isn't this a bit remote..."

The two Rolls-Royces left Tokyo unhurriedly, drove on the expressway for half an hour and then left, then drove onto the county highway and drove until they reached a one-way street that could only accommodate one car. road.

When the two Rolls-Royces left the commercial street one after another, two inconspicuous cars started to follow them on the roadside a little further away, hanging at the back where the driver could not see them in the rearview mirror.

Before the driver finished speaking, his body shook, and then he threw forward and hit the car door, causing the open main driver's door to close.

The cheap sister is very mobile. She left as soon as she asked. At noon that day, she dragged Masato Fujiwara downstairs and got into the Rolls-Royce.

Masato Fujiwara turned his head and looked at the side window glass, and he could see spider patterns appearing on the car window glass. This was the result of bullets hitting the bulletproof glass.

Got a flat tire?
Obviously, the driver thought so too. After he parked the car on the side of the road, he said "Smith Marseille", pushed the door open, got out, and started circling the car to check.

A typical Japanese rural village-level road has farmland on one side and mountains on the left and right.

"A tire burst...Both tires burst. It seems like they ran over something..."

These people were fierce and ferocious, waving machetes and harpoons in their hands, and a few of them were holding long guns and cannons in their hands, and they were running and firing. It was obvious that they were coming with bad intentions.

"How far do we have to go?" Fujiwara Masato, who was bored, asked Uehara Rui who was sitting aside, and the latter looked at the scene outside the car through the car window.

At the same time, an obvious gunshot was heard from three houses not far from the intersection. Immediately afterwards, a group of people shouted and rushed from behind the grass from the door of the house.

"Close the windows and lock the doors!"

The strong pushing feeling on his back made Fujiwara Masato involuntarily fall backwards. When his back was pressed against the seat, he subconsciously looked back and saw the bodyguard who had stayed behind just falling down.

The two fastest thugs had already surrounded the fallen man, waving the knives and sticks in their hands up and down, bringing up little bits of red liquid.

Uehara Rui saw Fujiwara Masato's movements, and she comforted him with a slightly trembling voice.

"Masato, don't be afraid, we will get out of here."

Fujiwara Masato didn't answer. He just looked back at the spacious lane in front of him where there were no other vehicles, and frowned.

leave?

I'm afraid it won't be easy to leave!
Fujiwara Masato's guess was correct. The Rolls-Royce had just started and hadn't gone very far when a small truck in front of it suddenly rushed out from the side road. Amidst the harsh brake friction, it blocked the middle of the road and blocked the road.

The Rolls-Royce, which pressed the accelerator to the bottom, hit the pickup truck and pushed it back more than a meter, but failed to knock it away. At this time, the bodyguard also knew that the compartment of the pickup truck must be full. heavy objects.

He subconsciously pulled the gear back and when he was about to reverse the car, he saw a second truck in the rearview mirror, as well as gangsters running over by the roadside, shouting.

Ah, the road is blocked!

The bodyguard was a little panicked now. He pushed open the door, leaned on the side of the car, took out his pistol and fired at the pursuers, but he did not forget to shout to the two people sitting in the car.

"Miss, young master, you go quickly, I will stop them!"

Uehara Rui was in a panic, but at this critical moment, she neither screamed nor lost her mind. Instead, she nodded firmly, grabbed Fujiwara Masato's hand, opened the car door and ran away.

At this time, Fujiwara Masato forcefully pulled Uehara Yui back.

"Brother, you..."

"No need to go, someone is coming..."

At the same time that Fujiwara Masato closed the door, more dense explosions, like New Year's Eve explosions, appeared behind the thugs, with a faint crash, and the latter fell down.

"what happened!"

The leader carrying an assault rifle was shocked. As he bent down and ran towards the trees on the roadside to avoid the hail of bullets flying from behind, he did not forget to look back and saw several people holding automatic weapons. Shooting at the person on your side.

The number of thugs is larger. However, the new third wave of people have more powerful weapons. They are equipped with automatic weapons, either submachine guns or assault rifles. And when firing, they are more tactically aware and know how to cooperate with each other. cover.

The thugs equipped with firearms are given priority to shoot. When the seven people fire, two of them will stay further back. They will only open fire when the five people in front are reloading, so as to maintain the continuous and suppressive nature of their own firepower. .

"Baga..." The leader realized this. He cursed desperately and wanted to raise his gun to fight back. However, before he could finish his sentence, a bullet fell on his face. Suddenly, his The head exploded. The bodyguards who originally maintained a firing posture were frightened and got under the car when more intensive gunfire rang out.

Uehara Rui, who had always remained calm, could not remain calm at this time. She put her head in her hands and screamed, her voice frightened and desperate.

The voice is very sharp and the vocal channel is very distinctive. Uehara Rui is very suitable to be a soprano singer...so thought Fujiwara Masato, whose ears hurt.

In order to make himself feel better, he had to reach out and take Uehara Yui into his arms, hugging her tightly, giving the latter a slight sense of security.

The marksmanship of the armed bodyguards was pretty good. When they opened fire, they deliberately let their projectiles avoid the Rolls-Royce where the boss was sitting to avoid accidental damage.

Different from the weapons used by these thugs, the weapons in their hands are military weapons, which are more powerful than civilian and copycat pistols. The modified bulletproof vehicles may not be able to withstand the penetration of military bullets.

When the gunfire disappeared, Uehara Rui was still holding her head and screaming, causing Fujiwara Masato to pat her back gently.

"Okay, okay, sister, we are safe, everything is fine..."

Maybe it was Fujiwara Masato's sister who had the effect, or maybe the former's action of slapping her back made her feel ashamed. Slowly, Uehara Yui raised her head from Fujiwara Masato's arms, sat up straight and looked through the cracked Looking out the rear window.

"Those people...are they our people?"

"No, miss." The bodyguard who got out from under the car leaned against the window and looked at the seven militants walking towards the Rolls-Royce very cautiously. He looked at the body armor on the inside of their suits and tilted his head. An automatic weapon slung over the shoulder.

"There is no such person in our group."

"Hey, brother, where are you going...don't go down!" Uehara Rui was shocked and quickly grabbed the collar of Fujiwara Masato who was trying to get out of the car, and forcefully pulled his brother who had one foot on the ground. Go back and bump into her arms.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there is no problem, they are my people." Fujiwara Masato struggled to leave Uehara Yui's arms. At this time, he suddenly discovered that his sister looked like a washboard on the surface, but underneath her clothes there were turbulent waves. ah!
"Ah, your people!?" Uehara Rui was in disbelief.

However, after she watched Fujiwara Masato leave the car, five of the seven people outside continued to be on guard, and the remaining two suspected leaders quickly stepped forward to say hello to her brother. Uehara Rui had to believe this very absurd fact.

"b..."

"Call me big brother."

"Brother, the enemy has been eliminated." Fujiwara No. 1 reported to the boss with an expressionless face and a cold tone.

"Requesting further instructions."

While talking, Fujiwara Masato saw the armed bodyguard who was trying to touch the body and quickly raised his hand to stop him.

"Stop, I need to live."

"Yes." The armed bodyguard who was about to shoot raised his gun and let the lucky man who fell into coma have a way out.

Uehara Rui also got out of the car. She looked at her brother surrounded by corpses with complicated eyes. She watched the latter commanding the armed men to search for the corpses as if nothing had happened. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"Brother, your sister's driver and bodyguard are still alive..." A man quickly ran over to report.

"First aid to stop the bleeding and keep them alive as much as possible." Fujiwara Masato said, turning around and looking at Uehara Yui and another bodyguard who were standing next to the car. The latter quickly took out his mobile phone.

"Master, let me call the emergency number."

"After making the emergency call, notify your family and ask them to send someone to pick us up. There may be other people waiting on the road." Uehara Yui ordered.

After waiting for almost twenty minutes, when the ambulance and three white cars rushed to the scene, the Japanese police siren sounded at the end of the road.

Fujiwara Masato subconsciously turned his head to look at his seven subordinates and the seven weapons in their arms.

"You get out of here and hide from the police..."

"No need, Master." After getting off a car, an old man with white hair and beard wearing a gray kimono trotted over.

"The Chiba Prefecture police are our people, they won't talk too much... Miss Riui, are you not injured?"

"No, Grandpa Masaki Koro." Uehara Rui turned to look at Fujiwara Masato.

"This is Masaki Hang. He has worked for the Uehara family for many years. He is grandpa's friend and our chief butler. If you have any needs, you can talk to him."

Masaki Hiroshi bowed slightly to Fujiwara Masato to show respect.

A police car finally slowly approached the scene. Four police officers got out of the car. Masaki walked quickly over and yelled at them loudly. The former was like a grandson, not daring to reply.

After training them for a few minutes, Masakihang came back.

"Miss, Master Masato, please get in the car and go back to the manor first. The master is already waiting for you. I will stay to deal with the scene...and these people, who are they?"

"They are my people, let them go together." Fujiwara Masato said, and Masaki Hang bowed to him.

"Hi, Master."

Rui Uehara and Masato Fujiwara got into a car without bullet marks, two cars filled with suspected local gang members holding samurai swords and pistols, and two cars filled with seven armed bodyguards.

A total of five vehicles quickly left the shooting scene and headed for Uehara Manor.

In the car, Masato Fujiwara opened the small map and observed the surrounding situation, and Ryu Uehara couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, what happened to those seven people?"

"My people, they're responsible for protecting me."

"Ah, are you working with the Tokyo underworld?"

"Maybe...a little, a little too much."

Uehara Rui thought about the indifferent demeanor of the seven people and the weapons and equipment on them. Indeed, the Uehara family also raised many Yakuza organizations and professional thugs. The most elite members among them did not have the ability to kill as many as the seven people. .

"Then they, you..."

"Sister, don't ask these questions now. I don't know how to explain this to you."

"Since you can't explain it, then don't say it... We're here, our home is in front of us."

(End of this chapter)