Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 133 Magical Realism ()

After James postponed the matter until daytime, he got off work. After the police on day shift came to work, three police cars finally drove to Baolan Street because of the boss's strong request.

After arriving at the scene, the police officers truthfully reported to their superiors.

"No thugs, weapons or bodies were found. Everything is normal at the scene..."

When the police standing on the street were on the phone, they automatically ignored the bomb craters around the nameless hotel and the smashed cars and motorcycles.

Because the scene was exactly what the police said. There were no thugs, no weapons, and no bodies. Even the ground was wet. You could tell at a glance that it had been washed overnight with buckets.

Since there are no obvious traces, the Manila police are happy not to cause trouble for themselves.

Of course, in order to cope with possible investigations by superiors, the police who came to the scene still pretended to open the only law enforcement recorder among them, and then found nearby residents for questioning.

"We received a call saying that a shooting occurred here last night. Could you please tell me if this happened and what time it happened?"

"No, there is no such thing, no..."

In the Philippines, Americans are the most important, followed by officials and rich people, and finally civil servants and the military. Since these three groups are fine, why bother with so many.

……

In fact, there is no need to come to the slums. The police in Manila actually know what is happening here, but they really don’t want to investigate.

The rule of survival in the slums is that if you want to live a long time, the most important thing is to take care of your mouth. You can eat random things, but you can't speak random words.

"Yes, yes, my luck is good, it's really good..." Joshua also felt sincerely grateful for his experience, but it was just the emotion of the rest of his life after the disaster.

Manila's journalists are also very sensible and will not report such things to the outside world. Only certain candid videos will be circulated on the Internet and then be collectively considered.

Why bother? The Philippines is not a socialist country.

After the police received a satisfactory answer, they drove the police car back to deliver the report.

If you don't want to kill your whole family, then stop beeping.

"No, we slept peacefully last night and didn't hear anything moving outside."

"No one shot..."

The Philippine police asked more than a dozen slum residents one after another, and the answers they received were all similar... Last night, nothing happened.

Even though he saved his life, he lost more than half of his money, so that he is still distressed and talks a little garbled.

If you eat the wrong thing, at most one of you will die. If you talk carelessly and say something that shouldn't be said, many more people will die.

"This is a movie... Come on, how could three machine guns be used to shoot back and forth in a real gang shootout?"

"You're not dead!" In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Manila, Huang Mao sighed as he looked at Joshua, who was covered in dirt but intact, with no arms or legs missing.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that Huang Mao took advantage of Joshua's money, but that the latter's money was not as lucky as his. The bag of beautiful knives that was placed on the gang leader's body happened to be there when Huang Mao made up the knife. It was hit by a rifle bullet and was broken into half.

In addition to the part that was given to his younger brother, when Joshua dug through the body afterwards, he could only recover a part of the beautiful knife that was stained with blood but was generally intact and still usable.

Therefore, Joshua's mood is extremely complicated now. On the one hand, he is grateful that he is still alive, but on the other hand, he is distressed for the wealth that he lost before he could warm himself up. "Brother..." Deep in the warehouse, a subordinate came out and nodded to Huang Mao.

"Those five mission targets have been recruited, and we basically got what we wanted."

“What about the other five freebies?”

"Basically ask about the situation, a murderer, a gang member, a mercenary, and two liars."

Oh, these five Japanese are all bad!

After Masato Fujiwara heard this from the third-person perspective through Huangmao, he looked at Joshua on the side. Suddenly, he had an idea...an idea that could make money in the Philippines.

"Ding ring ring..." Huang Mao's cell phone rang. He answered the call and listened quietly for a minute before hanging up.

"Go and ask those five people if they are willing to join us. If there is no problem, go through the process. If there are objections, then kill them. The organization's money cannot be wasted."

"clear."

After his subordinate walked away, Huang Mao turned his gaze to Joshua. After the latter felt his gaze, he shuddered and immediately cheered up, respectfully preparing to listen to the former's lecture.

Joshua was now completely afraid of the man in front of him who claimed to be the Jack of Spades. The shooting incident last night and the coldness of wanting to shoot someone just after a disagreement made him scared.

"Joshua, are there still people in your Wright Speeder Party?"

Joshua hesitated for a moment. He wanted to brag about how capable his Wright Speeder Gang was. However, the fact was that last night, his people were basically wiped out by the Madison Gang.

"There is no one left." Joshua decided to tell the truth.

"But as long as I have money, I can quickly recruit a group of people. In the Philippines, there are many poor people who are desperate for money."

"I'll give you fifty thousand dollars, and you go find someone." Huang Mao doesn't care about such things. Even if the original Wright Speeding Gang is still there, its strength is actually just that. After all, it's a gang that makes a living by speeding and robbery. How capable is it?

"I'll give you three days, and then you come to me. I have a batch of medicine that needs to be paid out."

"Medicine!" Joshua's eyes immediately emitted a dazzling light.

"Boss, is it flour or pills? How pure is it? How much can be shipped at one time?"

When Huang Mao heard this, he knew that this guy was wrong.

"It's not drugs, it's drugs sold in modern pharmacies, various targeted drugs, such as insulin for diabetes, inhibitors for heart disease, and targeted drugs for leukemia."

When he heard it wasn't drugs, Joshua was a little disappointed.

"These medicines are sold in pharmacies and hospitals in the Philippines...Boss, why don't we sell arms? I know some big brothers who really need regular long guns and a lot of ammunition."

"Idiot!" Huang Mao sneered at Joshua's stupidity.

"The drugs I want you to sell will be much cheaper than those in regular pharmacies, and the profit from selling these drugs will be more profitable than selling drugs and arms!"

(End of this chapter)