Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 165 Don’t speak Japanese ()
There is a big fish!

This was Masato Fujiwara's first reaction. He immediately picked up his mobile phone to buy a ticket to return to Japan that day.

This high-ranking Israeli official must be killed, but before doing so, he must leave this dangerous place.

The gentleman does not stand under the wall.

That's it, it's better to leave first!
Then, when entering the airport and leaving, you can also arrange an ambush so that when the high-ranking Jewish official lands, the ambush troops will rush out from all directions of the airport and kill the terrorist leader who chartered a flight to New York.

……

"This is a trap!!!"

In a conference room far away in Israel, Winifred roared like this, waving his arms as if madly, announcing good news to his subordinates.

"And this trap has now been stepped on. I have confirmed that I have received news that the agent was killed, my phone was taken away, and that I arrived in New York three days later.

The enemies lurking within the United States will not miss this opportunity. We must take advantage of it and seize this anti-Semitic force lurking within the United States! "

Winifred was very sure that even if there were people within Mossad who opposed him, they would not use such methods. At most, they would just arrange for his own suicide.

Therefore, Winifred concluded that this was 100% anti-Semitic forces in the United States. He had arranged for agents within the FBI to investigate such incidents, but he did not receive any information. Instead, he received news the day after the incident. News of being hit and killed by a car.

Confident Winifred boarded a plane from Israel to New York City.

This is really a fatal thing for Israel's already scarce military spending.

When the time comes, the police will naturally let them out and open the police station's weapons depot so that these mercenaries can be armed.

In order to prevent shortage of manpower, Winifred also spent a lot of money to hire many American mercenaries and let them stay in the police stations around the international airport. As prisoners, they were caught by the police and locked up in cells.

One is a New York City Councilman and the other is the future mayor of New York booked by Israel.

It is very obvious that this proves that there are anti-Semitic traitors within the FBI in the United States!
Without solving this anti-Semitic force within the United States, the Mossad investigation will not be able to proceed.

Immediately afterwards, in the next three days, the informants and sleeper agents deployed by Mossad in New York City, as well as the agents who took the initiative to trace the identity of the attackers, all died one after another due to various reasons. This made Winifred confirm his guess.

In addition, the other three Jews were sympathizers and supporters of Israel's establishment of a state in the Middle East, and were major financial backers. Now that they are dead, the equivalent of Israel's military spending has been slashed.

At the same time, in order to maintain confidentiality, neither the elite special forces of the Israeli military nor the mercenary gang knew what they were going to do or who they were going to deal with before the operation officially started.

In order to make the plan successful, Winifred not only made urgent arrangements in advance before the plan started, but also deployed several elite special forces teams drawn from the Israeli military in nearby hotels.

Apart from the major US secret service agencies, it is impossible for any other force to be able to eliminate Mossad agents in such a short period of time...except Israel itself.

In order to catch these anti-Semitic American traitors, Winifred personally formulated a fishing plan using himself as bait.

As long as an anti-Semite can be caught, or the body of the attacker can be obtained to prove their identity, Winifred can not only uncover these anti-Semites, but also use it to attack the United States and win for Israel. More military and economic aid.

The Israeli special forces will think that they are on a publicly funded vacation, while the mercenaries feel that they have been betrayed by their employers, so that they were caught by the police and put into a cell, and are now waiting for rescue by lawyers, or going to jail.

All in all, these people knew nothing about their real mission, so even if there were traitors among them, they would not be able to sell Winifred's fishing plan to the outside world.

The dozen or so senior Mossad agents in the conference room said nothing, with their hands on their knees and straight faces, listening to the instructions of their leaders.

Winifred continued to chatter, saying what he had repeated many times in front of everyone.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

From the beginning of the heavy machine gun attack, when Winifred received the news, he had some doubts that it was an attack by anti-Semitic forces within the United States, because two of the five wealthy Jewish people who were killed were Senior officials within the United States.

……

Coincidentally, on the same day but with different time differences, Fujiwara Masato also happened to step into the international airport, successfully completed the deployment of the ambush force, and then boarded a plane to Tokyo.

Chris was sitting in the public seat in the terminal, playing with his mobile phone like an ordinary passenger. There was a long travel bag beside his legs. It was bulging, as if it contained a lot of things. Its length could accommodate an assault rifle. rifle.

While waiting, Chris looked around the hall with his peripheral vision. He could clearly feel that there were a lot of airport security personnel in the airport and they were very vigilant.

When two armed security guards in blue uniforms were patrolling and passing by the terminal hall, they saw the tall and strong Chris in the crowd at a glance. They walked over and got a closer look at the latter's appearance. , the two of them felt relieved a little.

Americans also recognize this saying that the face speaks from the heart. However, out of rules, the two airport security guards still wanted to check it.

"Excuse me, sir, please give us your travel bag so we can open it and take a look."

"OK." Chris complied with the security guard's request and pushed the travel bag over. The two security guards followed the airport's regulations. One of them stood with his hands on his hips and looked at Chris. The other half knelt down, opened the travel bag, and carefully looked at the contents inside, whether it was the small compartment outside. I went through the internal compartments carefully.

After confirming that the travel bag contained clothes, some daily necessities, and a passport, the security staff politely packed the travel bag and gave it back to Chris, who knew that he relied on force to survive.

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you. I wish you a pleasant trip."

After saying that, the two security guards left. After making sure that Chris was safe, no one bothered him for the next two hours.

"Almost." Chris looked at the time on his wrist, then looked up at the panel in the departure hall, and walked to the toilet with his travel bag on his back.

In an unoccupied cubicle, Chris sat on the toilet seat and began to take out the level 4 full-protection heavy-duty body armor and helmet from the open travel bag. After putting them on one by one, he then took out the bulletproof ceramic plate. , insert it into your pocket to add weight and protection.

Next came the M4A1 assault rifle with all basic accessories. Chris held it in his arms and made a final inspection. After confirming that there was no problem, he found space on his body to insert the magazine and grenades.

Finally, Chris hung one of the headphones over his ear, raised his hand and tapped it gently to make sure it was working properly.

"I'm number one, I'm number one, Woodpecker, what's up now."

"I am observing that the target's plane has landed. The target is expected to come out of the VIP channel in five minutes. Please be prepared."

"learn."

Chris began to switch communication channels to contact other members to determine whether they were alive and still at their predetermined positions.

Five minutes passed quickly. Chris clenched the rifle in his hand, and when the toilet in the next cubicle flushed, he waited for the woodpecker's signal and rushed out.

"I saw the mission target. He was protected by six people. He was coming over. He was still fifty meters, forty meters away from me... Wait, something is wrong?"

Chris didn't speak, he waited quietly for a reply.

This wait lasted three minutes.

"No. 1, the boss just gave me instructions..." Woodpecker's voice came from the earphones, and Chris continued to listen patiently. He knew that this instruction was definitely not a phone call.

"The guy from the past was just a stand-in. The real mission target is still on the plane. Please continue to wait on the 1st."

"learn."

Keep waiting, this wait will last half an hour.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk..." There was a knock on the compartment door. Chris raised his head warily and instantly raised his rifle, with his index finger on the trigger.

"Hey, bro, are you constipated? Have you finished pooping...are you still alive?"

Chris didn't reply. He was alert to the toilet door, ready to be attacked.

At this moment, a timely reminder from the woodpecker came from the headphones hanging on the ears.

"No. 1, the target came out of the VIP channel, please act immediately according to the planned plan A!"

"Copy that, all units start taking action!" Chris immediately raised his foot and kicked the door in front of him hard. It swelled and flew out. Behind him, an airport security wearing a blue uniform fell to the ground. Zhang Da was ready to look at the former.

Caught off guard, a heavily armed man rushed out of the bathroom stall. This scene made the unlucky guy think he was dreaming!

Chris tapped the ground with the muzzle of his gun. At this life-or-death moment, the security guard reacted quickly. He immediately knew what the former meant. He quickly dropped the pistol on his waist and the walkie-talkie on his shoulder to the ground.

……

With a sullen face, Winifred walked quickly outside the airport, supported by a dozen Mossad agents in front and behind him.

The double who is exactly like him has already walked this journey and arrived at the booked hotel. This means that this fishing operation has failed. It also means that all the political resources Winifred has devoted to this operation have been lost. It was wasted.

The loss can no longer be considered a heavy loss. Afterwards, if Winifred cannot pay enough to compensate his allies, then the latter will turn against him and even eat him alive.

Ah, what should I do?

Just when Winifred was thinking about what price he had to pay to deal with the situation, he felt a huge impact on his body, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Watch out, attack!"

"Bang bang bang..."

(End of this chapter)