Chapter 248: Tokyo Robbery

Chapter 248: Tokyo Robbery

Chapter 248: Tokyo Robbery

Du Minfu received Beizai's notice and walked into the hotel suite. He knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said, "Master Le, I was blind and did not recognize you. I apologize for any offense. Please forgive me."

Lin Changle had put his Rolex back on his left hand and was enjoying the skewers. He said calmly, "Since I'm new here, I should pay some protection money."

"Brother Fu didn't embarrass me, so how can I say it's an offense?"

Du Minfu was already frightened by the end of the Liaoning Gang, and did not dare to raise his head to answer. He took out another watch box from his arms, presented it with both hands, and said respectfully: "A small gift, welcome to Tokyo, Mr. Le."

Lin Changle asked his men to bring the watch box, and when he opened it, he found a gold Rolex.

Luxury goods in Japan are more expensive than those in Hong Kong.

Lin Changle couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Fu is really bleeding heavily.

"Thank you very much."

Du Minfu heaved a long sigh, and finally dared to look up, saying with fear on his face: "It was Young Master Le who gave me face."

The Liaoning Gang's strength in Shinjuku is not necessarily inferior to that of the Changle Gang. The Changle Gang's reputation in the future was earned during several anti-Chinese movements.

It requires adjustment, growth, and the accumulation of immigration from several generations of Changle people.

The current Changle Gang does not have enough accumulation, let alone going to war with the Yamaguchi-gumi, they don’t even dare to turn against Lin Changle.

If the people of Zhongyitang can kill Li Yongqiang with one shot, they can also kill Du Minfu with one shot. Things must be returned in the same way they were taken.

Losing a watch is all about saving a life.

Lin Changle played with the new watch in his hand, watched Du Minfu leave, and smiled softly: "Teach him more, he still knows the rules."

Wang Zhijun flicked the ash off his cigarette and chuckled, "If Young Master Le is willing to recruit these stragglers, they will have their own territory in Tokyo."

"Collect them?"

"It's in the way!" Lin Changle showed disdain, turned to look at Beizi, and said seriously: "Abei, is there any way to arrange two cars and a boat?"

Beizai is friendly and sincere, but that doesn't mean he is a fool.

He followed Ah Le and wanted to take a chance, so he quickly replied, "It can be arranged, it will take two days."

Wang Zhijun raised his eyebrows, smoked a cigarette, and had a playful expression on his face.

"then!"

Lin Changle threw the gold watch in his hand to him and said generously: "This is for you. If you work hard, I will give you a share."

"Thank you, Mr. Le." Beizai took the gold watch with both hands, his face full of surprise.

Given the opportunity to work for a big boss, who would be willing to spend their whole life burning coal stoves and selling fried rice?
Wang Zhijun actually saw a hint of the big boss's demeanor in Lin Changle's actions. He was truly the one who looked most like a big boss among the "Four Young Masters".

Beizi put on his gold watch, walked out of the room, took the elevator downstairs, and when he passed the lobby, Du Minfu, who was waiting, immediately stood up and said, "Beizai, is there anything else that Master Le can tell you?"

"You want to ask about everything about Young Master Le?" Beizi looked at him warily.

Du Minfu was shocked and a little angry. A Shandong guy selling fried rice is starting to put on airs?

But when her eyes fell on the gold watch in his hand, the anger on her face suddenly turned into flattery. She took out a wrinkled box of Fujian brand cigarettes, shook out a cigarette, and offered it to him, saying, "Brother Beizai, don't mention the past grudges anymore. The South and the North are all compatriots."

"We've been through such a hard time in Tokyo, and we finally have the chance to meet a noble man. Can we hang out together?"

Beizai really didn't expect Du Minfu to change his face so drastically. He could only say that Fujianese really know how to do business. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally said, "I'll contact you if I have anything."

"I understand, I understand." Du Minfu agreed repeatedly, and took two of his men to accompany Beizai out of the hotel. He also wanted to take a taxi to send Beizai back to Shinjuku.

A taxi had already arrived at the hotel gate. The former boss of the Shandong Gang, "He Yong", opened the door and said politely, "Brother Bei, let's go."

Beizi got into the car with a heavy heart.

Two days later.

Minato City, Kamiya Town.

Beizai, wearing a T-shirt and driving a Toyota van, arrived at the entrance of the hypermarket and turned back to shout, "Brother Jun, take care!"

"rest assured."

Wang Zhijun, wearing a black cloth mask and a five-six-style jewellery slung over his shoulder, opened the car door while speaking and rushed to the high-end jewelry store at the entrance of the mall.

The shops specializing in gold jewelry in Japan are not very big, so it is difficult to get much stock.

A high-end jewelry store that sells jade, diamonds, gold, high-end handbags and other items has a large number of valuable items displayed on the shelves.

When soldiers do things, they will definitely do reconnaissance, make plans, and choose the best targets.

Over two days, they carefully screened and picked out a larger jewelry store that was farthest from the police station, closest to the port area, and had a large scale.

As long as you succeed, you can immediately take a bus to the dock to board a ship and sell the goods on Taiwan Island.

Of the money earned, one-third will be given to the society, and 70% will be shared with Le Shao.

Le Shao came to Tokyo on official business and will not participate in the operation.

With Le Shao in charge, the retreat of several people was secure. In the eyes of many Chinese gang members, Le Shao was already the flag-waving man of Zhongyitang in Tokyo, representing a big force behind him. If he dared to act recklessly, he was afraid that his whole family would be killed.

Tokyo's Yakuza organizations have long been linked to the zaibatsu. The core of Japan's political crackdown on gangs is to crack down on the zaibatsu.

But the elitism and familyization of the political arena has a long history. Political families are all marrying into the chaebols, and institutional cleansing has become a power struggle. Today it's Abe, tomorrow it's Koizumi, and the five major families take turns to be the boss. Social classes have become solidified, and gangs and religions are just means to make money.

It is unbelievable that any underworld organization would dare to rob high-end shopping malls. In history, there has been no precedent of armed robbery by foreign armed forces.

In front of the store, there were two male shopping guides in suits, but not even a security guard.

When Wang Zhijun and his companions approached within ten meters of the store door, the two waiters saw that they had guns in their hands, and they were terrified and tried to run away in a hurry.

Zhang Wansheng immediately picked up his gun, bent his legs slightly, and walked quickly forward.

The six people spread out in a fan-shaped formation, and Wang Zhijun, who was in the lead, made a gesture.

The two waiters' legs went weak and they knelt on the ground.

Wang Zhijun ignored the two men and walked in with his brothers. He swept bullets around the glass cabinet and emptied the entire magazine.

"Da da da!"

Inside the jewelry store, screams, explosions, and gunshots were intertwined.

After Wang Zhijun changed the magazine, he shouted solemnly: "Five minutes!"

"Rob!"

Chen Aiguo, Li Shengli and Lin Banghui put down their backpacks and started shopping for high-end jewelry in the store.

Wang Zhijun and his eldest brother stood guard in the store with guns, patrolling the perimeter. Zhang Wansheng stood at the door of the store, pulled out the black star rifle next to his belt, and shot the waiter in the head with two shots.

Then he unfastened the safety of the Black Star and inserted it back into his belt, all in one smooth motion.

Five minutes later, Wang Zhijun called for the end of work on time. Chen Aiguo, Li Shengli and Lin Banghui were ruthless in buying goods and did not linger after the end of work.

Swish!
Immediately tighten the zipper of the backpack, sling the backpack, grab the weapon, and rush out the door.

Wang Zhijun was in charge of the rearguard action. When he saw a waitress trying to set off the alarm, he shot her without hesitation.

When the six people got on the van, they returned with a full load and looked very happy.

Beizi said excitedly: "Brother Jun, I succeeded."

Wang Zhijun took a puff of his cigarette and turned around to see no police car. He couldn't help wondering, "Where are the police?"

Beizai kept chatting while driving: "Last month, the news said that police funding was cut. Could it be that they can't pay their salaries?"

The eldest brother's eyes widened: "What a joke, he actually cut police funding."

Wang Zhijun said happily: "Then we will come again next time."

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

When the car was approaching the Tokyo Port dock area, it ran into a roadblock set up by the police. Five police officers were checking the vehicle, and six mobile troops wearing bulletproof helmets and armed with live ammunition were guarding an armored vehicle.

The robbery had already happened half an hour ago, and even the most insensitive police force should have taken action.

Beizi saw the long queue of cars and stepped on the brakes, subconsciously feeling fear. However, Wang Zhijun took the initiative to lower the window, held a cigarette in his hand, put his left arm outside the window, and said, "Drive through."

Beizai saw the look in Wang Zhijun's eyes and did not dare to disobey. He accelerated again and drove the car into the checkpoint.

The police stopped the car and asked the driver to show his ID. Beizai was a stowaway and had no ID. When Wang Zhijun was questioned by the police for the second time, he pulled out the pistol next to his seat and pulled the trigger, feeding him a bullet.

Zhang Wansheng, Zhang Zhiguo, Chen Aiguo and others quickly opened the car door and fired at the mobile troops next to the armored vehicle.

Wang Zhijun stepped over a group of corpses, came to the cab of the armored vehicle, opened the door, and pulled a driver in his thirties to the ground.

The driver raised his hands in surrender, fell to the ground, got up and knelt, begging for mercy tremblingly: "Don't kill me, I have a family."

Wang Zhijun sneered, with no mercy on his face, and put the gun to his head.

"boom!"

At this time, Zhang Wansheng was leading his men to re-shoot the corpse when his trouser leg was suddenly pulled by someone. He turned around abruptly and saw a police officer spitting blood. He was barely breathing and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wansheng squatted down, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it up.

"Ah!"

He knocked the man down, then replied smugly and sarcastically, "Korean!"

Nine p.m.

The Metropolitan Police Department activated the emergency plan and mobilized the Sixth Mobile Team, the island's most elite special assault force, to participate in the hunt for serious violent crimes.

Wang Zhijun and his companions had already boarded the cargo ship and arrived at Taiwan Island in the early morning.

Selling a batch of jewelry and famous watches to the Bamboo Union Gang in exchange for 1.8 million US dollars can be considered a fruitful harvest.

The six people looked at the three bags of cash, laughed and raised their glasses to celebrate.

The wind of the provincial and Hong Kong flag soldiers blew to Tokyo.

The Kamiyacho jewelry robbery case made headlines in Japanese news and became a sensational social hot spot.

(End of this chapter)