Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 131 Trip to Manila ()
Gonzalez is the boss of the Madison Gang and has been an ambitious man since he was a child.

When he grew up, he used all means to develop his power and collect money. Relying on his own efforts and luck, he successfully established a business in the suburbs of Manila, and joined an organization called the Pirates, living a small life. impressive.

Until this evening, the subordinates he arranged in San Juan Prison called him and told him that the five Japanese living in the VIP single room of the prison had disappeared.

"What, Mr. Luffy is missing!" Gonzalez was startled. This is the second-in-command of the organization, how could he suddenly disappear? ?

"How is this going?"

"We asked the prisoners living nearby and they said that two prison guards took the Japanese away."

Prison guard?

Gonzalez subconsciously thought that the old warden was causing trouble, so he dialed the latter's number.

Unexpectedly, when the warden answered the phone and was questioned by Gonzales, he asked back in confusion.

"What prison guard? I'm not in prison tonight. What happened in San Juan?"

Therefore, upon giving an order, Gonzalez led hundreds of gang members armed with pistols and machetes, rushing towards the hotel from three directions.

"Then did you know that two of your men took away the guests in the VIP room?"

It only took the warden "half an hour" to figure out which two prison guards had taken away the missing Japanese in the prison.

Prison VIP is also very popular in the United States, but they are private prisons and are different from the situation in San Juan Prison.

Gonzalez suppressed the desire to vomit blood and explained the situation to the warden. The old guy finally knew that the situation was not good. After hanging up the phone, he also went to investigate the situation.

"What, as the warden, you are not in the prison, what are you doing?" Gonzalez was inexplicably angry.

What about below?
Well, Gonzalez needs to check it out himself, because without being able to get through the phone calls of the two prison guards, the warden doesn't know where these two guys have gone.

After hearing this, Gonzalez's hypotension was quickly cured. He had known that this old guy was unreliable before, but such unreliability really made people want to beat him to death.

And today, several unknown people also settled in this hotel.

Well, everything is right.

If he takes to the streets with weapons so arrogantly, will he be stopped by the police?
No, because this is a slum in Manila and it is still night. No police would be willing to come in at this time. Their salary is so small that it is not worth the risk of coming into this shantytown.

Suspicious speedsters?

In the Philippines, if you have money and guns, people will come to seek refuge with you. But in capital cities like Manila, there are a lot of poor people. It is not easy for Gonzalez to recruit some thugs who dare to kill people for money.

But yes, if the prison warden is capable and has hope of climbing up in the police system, he will not build any VIP cells in public prisons.

"Ah, when did this happen?"

"Nightlife, I want to live my own nightlife too!"

Following this clue, Gonzales soon tracked down a street in a slum. According to unreliable information, Mr. Luffy and his subordinates were escorted into a hotel.

They must have done this.

Without any hesitation, Gonzalez began to assemble the Madison Gang's men.

Fortunately, the Madison Gang still has some strength in the suburbs of Manila. In addition, this matter is very important. Gonzalez is willing to spend money. He soon learned that there is a group of speedsters sneaking around the San Juan Prison tonight. activities are very suspicious.

Although two prison guards sold out VIP clients for $10,000, the warden still had basic control over the prison because of the Filipino's "drunk now" character.

Gonzalez left the van with more than 30 subordinates. Not far away, several subordinates escorted a person to him to ask for credit.

"Brother Gonzalez, we caught a big fish!"

"Who is this?"

"The boss of the Wright Motorcycle Gang, does he still have a lot of dollars on him?"

The boy who reported the news smiled and brought a brown paper bag forward. Gonzalez took it and opened it and saw that there were indeed a lot of US dollars.

To ordinary Filipinos, this bag of sixty or seventy thousand dollars seems to be a lot of money, enough that they can spend a lifetime, but for a gang boss like Gonzalez, it is just that.

Therefore, Gonzalez reached in, picked up a small bundle of US dollars, threw it to the boy in front of him, and said very generously.

"Let's take the money and divide it."

Then Gonzalez naturally held the remaining money in the cowhide bag and wouldn't let it go... Money and generosity often don't coexist.

The smile on the little brother's face that got the US dollar bills was visibly missing.

"Okay, boss."

The younger brother left, and Gonzalez turned to look at Joshua, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands cut behind his back. Suddenly, he rushed up and kicked Joshua in the face. The force was so strong that the two captors were stunned. The younger brother was exhausted and took a few steps back.

Joshua, who was kicked from the front, was even worse. The bridge of his nose was kicked flat, and nosebleeds spurted out. The corners of his mouth were also rotten, exposing his pink and tender face. He lay on the ground without saying a word and fainted.

"Wake him up and water him!"

Soon, the boys carried a bucket of sewage from the side and poured it on, waking Joshua up.

Gonzalez imitated the godfather style he saw in the movie, stood in front of Joshua who was half kneeling on the ground, slowly lit a cigar with a match, then took a long puff like a cigarette, and then smoked it in the latter's face. Spray it on.

"Tell me, boy, where are the Japanese you took away from San Juan Prison?"

"Yes, in the hotel." "Who is in the hotel?" Gonzalez didn't believe that a little brat like Joshua would dare to provoke him for no reason and go to San Juan Prison to cause trouble. Behind their backs Someone must be instigating this.

"There are...a few foreigners..." Joshua replied weakly. On the one hand, Gonzalez's kick was very hard and he was slightly concussed. On the other hand, he was also pretending to be pitiful.

Being tough now means nothing except inviting more beatings.

This disguise was successful. Seeing how pitiful Joshua was, answering every question and about to die, Gonzalez withdrew his plan to give him a second kick.

"Take him with you."

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The young men and women who were loitering on the streets and selling physical services, like panicked birds and beasts, hid in roadside shacks and shops when the Madison Gang arrived.

The upright gang members armed with various weapons did not make things difficult for those who had nothing to do with them. At most, they only teased the technical women, waving their sticks to hit the slower guys' butts, and watching the civilians pee. Laughed.

After about 40 or 50 people blocked the road near the hotel, these gang members did not wait for their boss to come over. The little gang leader could not hold himself back, held up his pistol, and led a few people towards the hotel. Rushed inside the hotel.

Then there was a burst of gunfire and exclamations in the hotel, and then the sound quickly disappeared, and calm returned to the house. This made the Filipinos who were also planning to run in immediately stopped, and they looked at each other.

"Tariq, what's going on inside?" Someone tried to lean on the window and peer in, shouting inside.

With a bang, the guy who had rashly exposed himself was shot in the head.

The people gathered outside the house dispersed in a hurry.

Huang Mao, who stood by the window on the second floor and slightly opened the curtains to look down, knew that he was making a fuss and looking down on these Filipino gangsters.

This chaotic picture did not change until Gonzalez's arrival.

"What's going on, what's going on, where are you guys running!" Gonzales fired shots into the air one after another, and then he took control of the situation.

"Get ready, a few people will come and tell me..."

At this time, Huang Mao's people on the second floor opened fire. Gonzalez, who was standing next to a car on the street, was too conspicuous. He was surrounded by four or five people, making it clear that he was the boss.

And the most important thing is that Gonzalez is not far from the hotel, only fifty or sixty meters away.

If Huang Mao and others only had pistols in hand, Gonzalez would have no problem choosing. The effective range of the pistol is about fifty meters, and the accurate distance is about ten to thirty meters. It would be difficult to go further. Hit the target.

Gonzalez had been involved in too many gang shootouts in Manila and had no battlefield awareness. Moreover, after arriving at the scene, he did not immediately ask his subordinates about the situation, but hurriedly stood up to show off.

When gunshots rang out and the machine gunners on top of the hotel and the riflemen on the first floor opened fire, at least one light machine gun and two automatic rifles focused fire on the area where Gonzalez was.

The three or four younger brothers who were so loyal and loyal that they stood in front of the boss were immediately swept to the ground by a hail of bullets. The bullets passed through their bodies, taking away their flesh and blood, and landed on Gonzalez.

Anyone who can become the boss must be exceptional, and the same is true for Gonzalez.

Although his wrong move at the beginning put him in trouble, at the moment he was shot, he jumped to the ground with the fastest reaction, then rolled and hid under the car, temporarily escaping the subsequent rain of bullets.

The boss was swept away by bullets and fled into the bottom of the car. The younger brothers who were shouting around him could not escape. Although they knew that the people inside were rich and had long guns, they did not expect that there were three more on the roof. Light machine guns, four assault rifles on the first floor.

Therefore, when Huang Mao gave the order and the riflemen in the hotel opened fire, these gang members who used to be arrogant and domineering were like straws shot in the autumn wind. Wherever the violent wind composed of bullets went, they were The piece fell.

Many of the temporary workers who were not actually gang members, but came over with a stick just because Gonzalez offered a reward, did not expect that they would encounter such a thing.

Such fools basically stood there stupidly and were beaten into pieces by the hail of bullets.

Only those gang members who had actually experienced gun battles when the gunshots rang out, their first reaction was to find cover. Unfortunately, there were not many cars on the street. They could not find reliable cover for a while, so they could only go to the wall. Lie down on the side.

In the back and forth fire from three light machine guns, everything moving on the street was either torn to pieces by bullets or lying motionless on the ground.

When the three 100-round ammunition chains were finally exhausted, Huang Mao rushed out from the first floor with four riflemen, using precise and rhythmic bursts to replace the fire suppression of the machine gun, attacking the equipment lying on the ground. The dead guy re-shot.

During this period, there were also people who tried to resist with pistols, but it was too difficult for the Filipino gang to shoot with pistols and assault rifles, not to mention that Huang Mao and others also had a heavy-duty Interceptor bulletproof armor. .

This is even more unfair to gang members who only have a small pistol... But that's how war is, if you don't like it, surrender, and then wait to die and start again.

At this time, the only chance of escape is for the gang members who are still breathing at the scene.

Many people took the opportunity to bend down and silently fled far away in the dark, or went to nearby shacks or shops on the roadside, and successfully escaped through the back door or window with the help of the cover of the building.

Gonzalez, who was lying under the car, knew this fact. He also wanted to run, but he couldn't run after being shot in the shoulder and calf.

So, after Gonzalez climbed out of the car on his hands and knees, he waved his hands and shouted softly at a subordinate not far away who was crawling toward the shack at the corner of his mouth with his butt stuck out.

"Hey, you boy, come here and give me a hand..."

When the crawling boy heard the shouting, he subconsciously stopped moving, looked back, and saw his boss Gonzalez. After the latter saw his face clearly, he was also happy. He was the one who caught Joshua just now. boy.

"Come here, I have money. Come and help me, and I will give you all the money!"

Unexpectedly, this young man was still a little hesitant at first, but after hearing these words, he made up his mind, sped up his crawling tactics, and got into the shack without looking back, and disappeared in a few clicks.

"Ah!?" Gonzalez was so angry when he saw it. If it was normal, he would have taken out his pistol and shot this kid to death.

Now, Gonzalez could only use one hand and one leg to crawl towards the shack where the kid got into. Then because his movements were too slow, Huang Mao, who was approaching, saw him. Raise your hand and it's a three-point shot.

Three rifle bullets were scattered evenly on Gonzalez's back. All of a sudden, the gang leader who was showing off his power in the suburbs of Manila and preying on the common people was silent.

"All corpses must be re-shot, no one should be left alive!"

(End of this chapter)