Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 193 Mr. Rabbit
Fujiwara Masato ordered Poker to ignore the Dark Web Group, but the latter cared about everything about Poker.

Copperfield, a manager in his thirties who was still in his prime, thought that he would lose his position as manager of the Japanese branch of the dark web group after the failure of the Okuto Manor incident.

Unexpectedly, his superiors had no intention of removing him from his post, but just gave him a task.

Search for intelligence on the poker organization and find out where they come from and who their leaders are.

This is not an easy task. If given a choice, Copperfield would rather be dismissed and demoted from manager to full-time employee.

It was just a demotion, and Copperfield was confident that he could use some time to screw over the new manager and then climb back up.

Copperfield felt a little scared when doing this task of investigating the poker organization.

First of all, based on the little intelligence currently known, Copperfield personally feels that the poker organization is more like a military organization than a criminal organization. It has an obvious military style and the first thing it does when encountering something is to pull out a gun and kill people.

It is very peaceful. When no one bothers it, the poker organization just quietly develops itself, makes money, and does some small things that are incomprehensible but harmless.

At the same time, playing cards are also very violent. Once something happens, they will summon a large group of professional soldiers to kill you with open swords and guns. Japanese gangs, Korean cults, and... the CIA have all experienced their anger.

Others may not know what happened in the last incident, but as the manager of a dark web group, Copperfield has too many channels to learn some information that ordinary people cannot know.

Also because he is too well-informed, Copperfield does not want to have any conflict with the poker organization. They are a group of lunatics with strong powers and backgrounds.

However, Copperfield now has no choice. Even though the work project he presided over failed and the dark web group lost a large sum of money, it is obvious that he still does not resign.

If you want to do this task, then work hard. If you don't want to do it, then settle both the old and new debts together.

By that time, what Copperfield encountered would not be as simple as being dismissed.

With no other choice, Copperfield could only do his job to the best of his ability.

Through his manager's authority, Copperfield sent an invitation letter to the poker organization's external contact point, a company called Joker's Office, hoping to invite the poker organization to cooperate with the dark web group in logistics and killer business and make money together.

There is a saying that goes, if you want to stab someone, before you do it, the best way is to pretend to be that person's friend and stand behind him to support him. This way, when you do it, he won't be on guard at all.

The same is true for what Copperfield wants to do. The dark web group cooperates with the poker cards. Then, during the cooperation, the former can obtain some internal information of the poker cards that the outside world cannot know, contact the people of the poker cards, and take the opportunity to bribe one or two of them.

The plan was a good one, but unfortunately Fujiwara Masato didn't buy it. Faced with this invitation that could obviously make a lot of money, he refused without a second thought and didn't even give Copperfield a polite reply.

This is a bit embarrassing, Copperfield is just wishful thinking.

What should we do now?
Try to get in touch with the currently known poker members.

……

Fujiwara Masato did lack intelligence personnel, which was unavoidable because the talents produced by his system barracks were basically inclined towards war.

Counting all the known NPC types, only street thugs and armed police can undertake this kind of work. However, the intelligence of blank NPCs is too low and their work is rigid.

There is no problem in letting them fight and kill, but when it comes to intelligence work, blank NPCs are not suitable.

It just so happens that Fujiwara Masato is not short of money or equipment now, but he is particularly short of experience points. If the experience in the experience pool is concentrated, he can create several NPCs with intermediate intelligence.

The problem is that the manpower needed in the intelligence field cannot be solved by just a few people.

This makes people very helpless.

After much thought, the only way to solve this problem was to let non-NPC subordinates. Then, based on this idea, Fujiwara Masato encountered another puzzling problem.

Where can we find enough reliable subordinates?

It’s really distressing, never mind, let’s put this matter aside for now.

Just when Fujiwara Masato was about to put this issue aside for the time being, Huangmao called him.

"Boss, there's a very interesting guest at the Clown Shop, and I need your permission."

"How interesting? So interesting that you need to call me."

"It's very interesting. I can't describe the person I saw in a few words..."

……

Qiao Xuer, who was already over sixty years old, with a big belly and white hair, looked at the yellow man in front of him with a little fear. He used to have some racial discrimination, but at this moment, he could not think of any of the humiliating words he usually used.

Qiao Xuer was afraid of the man in front of him.

+Fuck, bitch, you idiot who deserves to eat my dick, Copperfield, when you idiot asked me to come here, you didn't tell me that I needed to deal with this yellow maniac! +
The yellow-haired man looked at the white-skinned old man in front of him with great interest. Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out from his sparse hair, then dripped down, running across his cheeks, bringing with them an unpleasant smell of sweat.

"Old man, you seem to be very hot, do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?"

"Thank you, I think... I need a glass of ice water."

Qiao Xuer knew Huangmao, this guy was nicknamed the Yellow Maniac. As a former CIA agent, Qiao Xuer knew everything he had done in Tokyo and Seoul, South Korea.

Qiao Xuer also knew that this guy was most likely a senior cadre and executioner of the poker organization. There were at least sixty or seventy people who died at his hands, if not a hundred. He was extremely cruel.

How could Qiao Xuer, who was old and frail and had never expected to encounter such a vicious man, not be afraid... If there was any mistake in what he was about to do next, this man would definitely pull out a gun and shoot himself!

The Joker Yorozuya has been open for a while, but this alternative detective agency located in Adachi Ward did not earn him a lot of experience points as Fujiwara Masato expected.

It may be that the Japanese are not very interested in the existence of the Yorozuya, or it may be that the Joker Yorozuya has not been open for long and has not done any advertising. Since its opening, it has only accepted five tasks.

The first order I took was a cat-finding mission. A cat lover lost his pet and on his way home from work he saw the Clown Handyman Shop sign at the door, so he decided to take the risk and come in to take on the cat-finding mission.

Of course, such trivial matters are not profitable, but for the sake of experience, Fujiwara Masato still accepted the order and did a great job, finding the beautiful Maine Coon cat... The ending was quite dramatic. The cat lover's neighbor was also a cat lover, and thought the cat was very beautiful and favored him, so he kidnapped it instead of buying it.

Because this cat-finding order was done very well, in the following period of time, among the other four orders received by the Wanshiwu, three were of the type of finding cats and catching dogs, and only the last one was a task to catch an adulterer.

An office worker suspected that his wife was cheating on him, so he paid the clown to help him find the adulterer.

This is easy. Driven by experience and gossip, Fujiwara Masato asked the yellow-haired man to go out, and the adulterer was found a day later... He was the office worker's boss.

This ending is not so good. Not only did the office worker’s wife divorce him, but he also lost his job.

Regarding this matter, Fujiwara Masato felt very sorry for the poor office worker, so he returned the commission money to him and also tried to sell him another business of the Joker Yorozuya, telling him that for only one million yen, the adulterer and the adulteress would die suddenly.

However, this office worker is a herbivore. Even at this point, he is still unwilling to commit a crime. It's a pity that Fujiwara Masato's good intentions were wasted.

In short, from its opening till now, the Clown Handyman Shop has not received a single normal business order, but now normal business has arrived.

When Qiao Xuer came to the front desk of the Yorozuya, he whispered to the latter that he needed to entrust a special task, so he was taken to a soundproof room, and then the yellow-haired man walked in, making Qiao Xuer sweat profusely.

"Mr. Qiao Xu'er, please state your needs again and then tell me your reward." The yellow-haired man pulled out a chair and sat in front of Qiao Xu'er, causing the sixty-year-old man to tremble uncontrollably.

"OK, okay..." Qiao Xuer wiped his forehead with a tissue, wiped away the cold sweat and calmed himself down.

"Sir, to be honest, my previous identity was a bit special, which resulted in me being unable to escape some things even though I am old and retired. When my family and I came to Tokyo for a trip, someone found me in Tokyo and wanted me to do something.

I refused and my family was taken away.”

"Please make it short, old man. What do you need the Wanshiwu to do for you? Saving someone or killing someone..." When the yellow-haired man said this, a sneer suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.

"As long as you pay, our people are definitely more efficient than the CIA's special forces."

Qiao Xuer forced a smile, but beneath his forced calm appearance, he was a wild donkey running wildly.

+I knew this man was also a member of the American system. He knew who I was before I retired. Madfake, Copperfield harmed me! +
"If that's the case, then it's certainly a good thing. I used to be a civilian worker at the CIA and I know some intelligence about the organization. The people who arrested my family this time wanted to know some special intelligence and find out where some people who are under the US security protection plan are..."

"Please tell me the commission, Mr. Rabbit."

Cold sweat broke out on Qiao Xuer's forehead again. Mr. Rabbit was his previous work nickname. Not many people knew it, basically all of them were retired old guys. The yellow maniac in front of him knew it, so he must have read his file.

Damn it, I knew those guys who manage retiree files are unreliable. They would sell the old guys' files for money!

Oh, this was Qiao Xuer who misunderstood his colleague. Huangmao had not read the former's file. The reason why he knew the nickname of "Mr. Rabbit" was purely because of the prefix of the little man that the boss saw on the small map.

+ Joe Hugh (nicknamed Mr. Rabbit), former CIA agent, intelligence dealer, mercenary middleman

Status: Slightly Hostile - Neutral+
Yeah? This guy's attitude changes so quickly.

Fujiwara Masato, who was watching this scene from a distance, found it very interesting. This was a foreigner from Sichuan whose face-changing skills were amazing. He began to look forward to what tricks this old guy would have next.

"I would like to hire someone from your organization to rescue my family."

"Do you know the location of the kidnapper?" The yellow-haired man continued to cooperate.

"I know, I know." Qiao Xuer nodded.

"My family members had trackers that I placed on them and they didn't notice. I know where they are."

"Very good...How much money can you afford for this rescue mission?"

"Five hundred thousand US dollars." Qiao Xuer bit his lip and raised his hand with determination.

"This is my life savings, half a million dollars."

"Not enough. You can go to the market and hire a team of mercenaries for this price, but the money is not enough to ask the Poker Action Team to rescue people. The number of enemies is unknown, their weapons and equipment are unknown, and their factions are unknown. All of the above are factors that require additional money."

The yellow-haired man glanced at Qiao Xuer and refused, saying that although he didn't quite understand what tricks the old man was playing, but for something like saving lives, five hundred thousand US dollars would not be enough.

Whether out of testing or for normal business dealings, Huangmao would not agree to this price.

"I know, so, I have other rewards, I used to be an agent, so, I know some people, I can launder money for poker cards, and I can serve the organization for free for a year.

In one year, I can launder at least $100 million of dirty money, and the loss is only between 5% and 10%."

The yellow-haired man squinted his eyes and calculated what Joe Xuer said. Five hundred thousand US dollars plus money laundering services, this is indeed a good deal... provided that this old guy is not playing any tricks and the rescue mission is not a trap.

+Promise him. +
The boss's voice sounded in Huangmao's mind.

The yellow-haired man looked at Qiao Xuer deeply.

"We will have our own means to verify your ability. If it is true, then we will accept your mission."

After leaving the Clown Shop, Qiao Xuer, who was standing on the side of the road, subconsciously touched his back.

Well, it's soaking wet.

Qiao Xuer waved his hand to let the long-awaited taxi come over, and he hurriedly got in. While the car was starting, he simply checked his body. After making sure there were no eavesdropping devices, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Damn it, Copperfield, listen, there's something wrong with your plan, things went wrong, in order to succeed, the people you arranged must die, and they have to die at the hands of the poker man... Yes, that's right.

why?
The yellow maniac of the poker card met me and knew my previous identity. Damn it, there is a big problem with this poker card. Your previous arrangement was not appropriate... What, no? No, I will betray you, bastard, let's die together.

You listen to me. Now you must do things according to my plan. I will use some people's blood to gain their trust, so that the following things can be carried out!"

(End of this chapter)