Crisis Management Game

Back in the room, Gu Ji checked his backpack.

There was nothing in the backpack except the VX nerve agent and the ERC jammer.

He placed the two items close to his body and lay on the bed.

Early the next morning.

Gu Ji was woken up by the alarm on his cell phone.

He briefly washed up, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Gao Bo who came out at the same time. The two of them waited for Wu Kang in the restaurant for a while. After breakfast, they took a taxi to a nearby electrical appliance mall to purchase self-defense items.

Anti-wolf spray is defined as security supplies and police equipment in China. In theory, it cannot be bought and sold at will, but in Japan it is legal and can be seen everywhere.

These so-called protective sprays are actually pepper water, and the main effect is the capsaicin in it.

The heat of common chili peppers is 20,000 SHU, and the heat of pepper spray can be as high as 2 million to 3 million SHU. In comparison, the heat of military tear gas is 5.3 million SHU.

Therefore, once it is sprayed onto a person's face, it will temporarily cause the target to lose vision within 1 to 3 seconds, making it impossible to open the eyes at all. It will also cause a strong cough in the upper respiratory tract, making the target lose the ability to resist, which can last for about half an hour.

In addition, the three also purchased three mechanical swing sticks.

I don't know if it's due to Japanese regulations, but the head of the stick is made of engineering plastic. Its impact resistance and durability are worse than those of alloys, but the body of the stick is made of metal, which is at least enough for self-defense.

Gu Ji bought the 21-inch version, which is also the size he commonly uses in the SWAT team.

Just after paying the money, Lang Shaobo called and asked where they were.

After picking up the three people, everyone followed the vehicles of Shi Zhengmin and Inoue Takaaki, put on dark suits, and headed to the Tama area of ​​Tokyo together. It was the hometown of the sixth generation of the Yoshikenkai Association, so the funeral memorial was naturally set up there.

The funeral process in Japan is similar to that in China. After the vigil, a memorial ceremony will be held the next day.

Thinking about the conflict with gangsters in the Tama area yesterday, Lang Shaobo was still a little excited, but he didn't expect to be back here today.

Near 10 a.m., we finally arrived near the funeral memorial hall.

The Buddhist Memorial Hall is located on a hillside in the suburbs, close to the court. You can imagine how arrogant the Ji Quanhui is.

And the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is not someone to be trifled with.

Frequent violent homicides in the past few days have already angered senior police officials. For this funeral, the "Ji Plenum Funeral Operations Headquarters" was set up, and nearly 500 police officers were deployed on the traffic roads around the funeral memorial hall. on the road, strictly check passing gang vehicles.

The seized contraband included more than 100 pistols, 192 knives, 169 illegal gang members, and even some potassium nitrate powder, which is used to make explosives!

Wu Kang was sitting in the back row, listening to what Shi Zhengmin said on the intercom, and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"With more than a hundred guns, are these people here to fight?"

"It's normal. Gang bosses have the most enemies. They usually stay at the club headquarters. Even if they go out to do business, they will bring a large number of thugs to prevent others from sneak attacks and assassinations. Today is the funeral of the Sixth Generation. All the big and small gang leaders in Japan will Come to mourn, and of course you have to bring some self-defense guys to prevent accidents.”

After all, Lang Shaobo works in the Police Liaison Office. Although he is not a policeman, he still knows the Japanese gang very well.

But Gu Ji thought it was just loud thunder and light rain.

Yesterday's actions alone were enough to show that when he came up, he asked Inoue Takaaki to notify the Tama Regional Command Center to block traffic, but in the end he still did not keep Ryomotosha's black Alpha.

If he and Lang Shaobo hadn't knocked over one of the cars, they might all have run away.

During the conversation, we came to the hillside.

Both sides of the Banpo parking lot are densely packed with black vehicles, most of which are luxury cars, such as Mercedes-Benz Maybach, Lexus LS, and even the classic Toyota Century.

There were more than a dozen gangsters in black suits standing around, bowing their heads at 90 degrees. They uniformly wore a black seal on a white background on their chests, which was the emblem of the Kyrgyzstan Plenary Session. They were responsible for guiding guests coming and going to pay homage to the car.

The stone steps left in the center, covered with white chrysanthemums and black ribbons on both sides, lead to a splendid Buddhist hall on the top of the slope. It was converted into a temporary funeral memorial hall by the Kyrgyzstan Plenary Session. In front of the memorial hall is a square, with two sides. A large number of gangsters were gathered densely, each with a vicious look.

Not to mention standing in front of them, just taking a look at them felt very oppressive.

Gao Bo couldn't help but mutter a few words.

"Good guy, is this gang boss's funeral so grand?"

"This is the funeral of the president of Japan's second largest designated violent society, which controls hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth. With the decline of the Yamaguchi-gumi, there have long been rumors that the Kyrgyzstan Association is actually the largest gang. According to preliminary statistics from the Metropolitan Police Department , almost all the leading figures of more than 200 gang organizations in Japan were present, and nearly 1,000 people attended today's memorial ceremony."

Chen Zhiyu on the side opened his mouth to explain.

As soon as a few people walked onto the memorial square, two tall, thin young men in suits came up and guided them to a white tent while asking in Japanese.

Jinglang Shaobo translated and asked them which gang they came from and what their name was. In fact, they were asking for gifts.

Inoue Takaaki made a phone call.

After a while, a short middle-aged man came over with a smile and accompanied by four or five thugs. The young man from the Ji Plenary Meeting immediately bowed ninety degrees, and then the two sides began to communicate privately.

It seems that Inoue Takaaki doesn't know how to convince this gang boss and divide them into his own gang.

Gu Ji glanced around, carefully examining the layout of the memorial hall, especially the main roads.

The entire Buddhist temple consists of a main hall and two side halls. There seems to be a building behind the main hall, which should be a place for monks to rest or eat.

There was only one step up the hillside on the front. As for whether there was a path behind the hill, he couldn't see it yet.

The gangsters and thugs standing in the square were wary of each other, but they roughly formed two groups. One group should be from a small club affiliated with the Kyrgyzstan Plenum, and the other group was probably from other violent gangs.

Just when he seemed to see a familiar figure, Gao Bo suddenly slapped him on the shoulder.

"Gu Ji, I saw the ponytail of the man who kidnapped the Fusong Gang president at the university that day!"

"Team Leader Xu, Sister Qiao, there's a situation!"

Gu Ji immediately notified Shi Zhengmin and Zeng Dan. As he looked, a tall and thin young man wearing a black suit with dark stripes and a long ponytail came into his eyes.

His facial features were somewhat obscured by the hair on his forehead and temples.

It can only be seen that his skin color is very white, so white that he hardly looks like a yellow person.

At this time, a young man quickly ran up to the pony-tailed man. After whispering a few words in his ear, he slowly turned his head and instantly met Gu Ji's eyes.

He is from Liangbenshe.

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows.

The next second, the long ponytail walked quickly towards a few people, and the thugs followed behind him consciously. Along the way, dozens of them gathered, and everyone had a sinister look on their face, full of fear. sense of oppression.

Wu Kang's pupils shrank and he whispered urgently:

"They're coming, what should we do?"

"Don't move yet, act as the opportunity arises."

Shi Zhengmin said calmly that at critical moments, the commander's attitude will affect the mental state of the team members.

Gu Ji had already quietly dropped his wrists to his waist, where he placed his stick. This detail also attracted Gao Bo's attention, and he also put his hands into his trouser pockets.

Soon, the man with ponytail walked up to several people.

His expression was that of facial paralysis, and his eyes were deep-set, like a shadow, which made him look a little chilling.

The young man who was talking to the short gang boss immediately ran up behind him.

Seeing that the scene turned serious, the short boss laughed awkwardly and took the initiative to get close to the ponytail man. However, who would have expected that the younger brother under him reached out and pushed him away.

"Ah Nick (big brother)!"

"Hey!"

Japan pays great attention to seniority. When a lower-ranking person sees a superior, and when a junior sees an elder, they all need to bow. Seeing their boss being insulted, the few strong men behind him immediately became furious and prepared to pounce on him.

The thugs next to the pony-tailed man also surrounded him in an arc in an instant, twisting their wrists one by one and approaching, and the black pressure was like a city wall.

This scene was naturally noticed by many gang members around.

Everyone was whispering as if they were watching a play.

But the man with the ponytail didn't seem to have any intention of starting a war with the short boss. He first bowed at 90 degrees. Although there was no sincerity in his expression, at least he gave the other party a step up. Then he said something unknown and looked at the few people again. People, especially Inoue Takaaki.

Lang Shaobo swallowed dryly and sweatdropped on his forehead. He muttered in a low voice: "Officer Gu, it's over. The other party seems to have discovered our identity and is questioning the boss. The boss is defending!"

In the end, the pony-tailed man said something like "Saji" to Inoue Takaaki.

In an instant, the gangster thugs in the square seemed to have exploded. They repeated this pronunciation from one to ten, and they all showed their ferocious faces. I don’t know who whistled, and the thugs immediately gathered together and beat the gangsters. He was surrounded by people.

Without even thinking about it, I must have discovered that Inoue Takaaki is a police officer!

Mawei's men grinned and cursed, and immediately pounced on him.

Lang Shaobo was so frightened that his heart almost stopped, but he heard three "swish, swish, swish" sounds in his ears. Gu Ji and Gao Bo took a sliding step, got into a fighting stance, and Wu Kang pulled out the sticks from their waists at the same time, knocking them all out. People are behind you.

At the same time, Inoue Takaaki also pulled out the pistol from his waist. It was a Sig Sauer P230, which was much better than the M37 revolver used by ordinary patrolmen.

Seeing the dark muzzles of the guns, the thugs stopped immediately.

Inoue Takaaki seemed to be used to such big scenes. He was not afraid when faced with the eager eyes of hundreds of gangsters. Instead, he took the initiative to step forward, put the muzzle of his gun against the forehead of one of the strong gangsters, and kept using words. Provocation, as if to say, "Whoever dares to move will die."

The short boss was so frightened that his face turned pale. He took his subordinates and stepped aside, not daring to say another word.

The identity of Inoue Mingming as a police officer has been exposed. If he helps speak at this time, maybe they will be eaten alive by the gangsters in the square!

Just when the two sides were at war with each other.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the memorial hall.

Many thugs voluntarily stepped aside, and only a dozen men and women in suits were slowly walking over.

The leader among them, the one who just scolded him, is a middle-aged uncle in his forties or fifties. He looks a bit like "Ya Sen" in the flight difficulty level. Even though he is old and wearing a suit, he can't hide his huge size. Muscles, long gray-white hair, a small bun, and silver beard scattered around the temples, swaying gently in the wind, like a male lion.

But what really made Gu Ji's pupils shrink suddenly.

He is a slightly fat man standing next to a boss who is as thin and black as a monkey, with triangular eyes. His eyes are half raised, his mouth is full of stubble, and his black and blue hair is a bit sloppy. Although he is unkempt, he is full of ruthlessness. .

It turned out to be Wang Xueming!

Not only him, he was also accompanied by two men and one woman, namely the undercover Chaojun, the crazy woman Pan Xinli, and Bai Mingliang, the young boss of the Jinyuan Group in northern Myanmar.

Unexpectedly, the first meeting between the two of them would be in such a tense scene.

indeed.

Today is the funeral of the sixth generation of the Kyrgyzstan Plenary Session. Wang Xueming and Bai Mingliang represent the Bai family in northern Myanmar and will not fail to pay their respects in person.

After several months, the North Korean army has not changed much.

Wang Xueming's demeanor became more and more like that of a big brother, while Pan Xinli still had dirty orange hair. I wonder if it was because of the seriousness of today's occasion, or because her nerves under the influence of hallucinogens had improved, and she didn't laugh crazily.

I don't know whether Gu Ji hid it too well, or whether the gun in Inoue Gaoming's hand was more attractive.

Wang Xueming only glanced at him and focused all his attention on the police.

The white-haired boss was extremely prestigious. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone did not dare to speak anymore and lowered their heads.

After asking a few questions about the situation.

A slightly bald middle-aged man next to him smiled, stood up and said a few words, and the white-haired boss told the thugs to retreat.

Lang Shaobo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Huh, great, the counselor of the Tama Regional Police Station is here. We are saved."

In the Japanese police official hierarchy, the status of the counselor is second only to the chief, and is regarded as the second-in-command of the police station.

really.

Inoue Takaaki also put down his pistol, walked up to the bald counselor, saluted and reported.

The counselor was accompanied by four or five policemen, who reprimanded him a few words, blaming the Criminal Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department for acting without permission, and then continued to talk to the white-haired boss.

Gao Bo looked at the stick in his hand and couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it, this thing really doesn't have a gun. It can't scare those gangsters."

"Fortunately, no conflict broke out. Otherwise, if so many people rushed up together, they would have drowned us just by spitting, let alone taking action!"

Wu Kang was a little scared and felt that it was too risky to attend a gang funeral. At least sufficient police force should be prepared to deal with it.

Gu Ji put away his stick and coldly observed the scattered gangsters. Although he was restricted by the white-haired boss's order and could not take action, it could be seen from their stern eyes that the danger to these people was still not really resolved. "Team Leader Xu, what are the backgrounds of the gang bosses you just spoke to? Why do senior officials from the Tama District Police Department hang out with them?"