Chapter Fifty: Abandonment

  The little girl with long green eyelashes carefully drove the RV forward, shouting loudly: "Sir, I don't have a driver's license, can I?"

  Chekhov had already stripped down to his last swimsuit, humming as he hugged two little girls and pressed the head of the third little girl down, completely disregarding Strugatsky and Izumi's eyes that didn't dare look directly at him. He cooed a few times: "Driver's license? What's that thing, doesn't matter, doesn't matter, as long as you don't kill anyone, it's fine."

  From Chekhov's "pick" to Stron, it has been chaotic until now, but only for a short four hours. The sky is still dark, and Chekhov's unlicensed Audi in the alley has also been found by the police, who are starting a spiral search from that point. In the hotel, Jirō and others followed Chekhov's orders and sprinkled some air freshener in the corridor, and also sprinkled some at the hotel entrance. Two minutes later, two police dogs ran to the hotel entrance, wandered around, and looked confused.

  The RV slowly drove along the road to Mount Fuji, and the driver suddenly stepped on the brakes and turned back to ask: "Sir, there is a police checkpoint ahead. Shall we continue?"

  Chekhov stretched his body and said, "Why not go? We haven't broken the law. We're just exchanging emotions and physical affection. Don't mind those little policemen, they catch criminals, would they dare to catch us?"

  The RV continued to move forward, and from far behind, two black Mercedes-Benz cars slowly caught up, the license plates of the two cars were secretly flipped over, and they instantly transformed into special vehicles with diplomatic license plates. Inside the car, several men carefully turned over the documents in their hands, looked at each other, nodded to indicate that everything was ready. The car suddenly accelerated, following closely behind the RV, about 100 meters away.

  The RV arrived at the checkpoint, where five police cars were parked on the side of the road. More than 20 police officers and over a dozen men in black clothes with unknown identities stood behind the checkpoint, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

  A police officer with the lowest rank walked up to the RV and knocked on the door: "Driver's license, ID cards, where are you guys going so late?"

  The cars behind also slowly drove over, with police officers walking towards the vehicles.

  The little girl was stunned for a moment, and the police officer became impatient. He saw the "driver's" outfit and knew it was that kind of delinquent girl who engaged in prostitution. In a somewhat rude tone, he loudly asked: "Your identification, your legitimate identification, I want to see your ID."

  Chekhov got off the car with two passports in hand, his bare upper body shivering slightly in the somewhat chilly air. He grinned at the police officer and said: "Officer, hehe, these are our documents, we're good people, very good people. We're going to Mount Fuji, ha, it's a symbol of your great Japan, right? Since we've come to play in Japan, of course we have to pay our respects... These are our passports."

  The policeman frowned at Chekhov, this little guy's lower body was still disgustingly supported. This policeman had no experience, roughly flipped through the passport and threw it back to Chekhov: "Get out, you bunch of scum." He said the first word clearly, but mumbled the following words, however Chekhov could guess what he was saying.

  Chekhov hastily climbed into the car, and the police officer didn't even check for a driver's license, waving his hand to indicate everything was normal. The police officers and black-clad men in front cleared the way, and the little girl carefully drove past them.

  Strelnikov let out a sigh, and Chekhov suddenly said in stuttering German: "Look, they will absolutely not believe that such a scoundrel as I would have any connection with people like you... Ha ha, Chekhov is a genius."

  Izumi looked at him, then glanced at Strutthof, and the two nodded slightly. Yeah, a lion and a snail, how could they possibly get along? Especially a cheap snail, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

  Those two black Mercedes-Benz cars, however, ran into trouble. Each car had five big men inside, with broad shoulders and sharp eyes, clearly not ordinary good citizens. The police officers and the men in black quickly surrounded them, and the leader, a man wearing a black suit, said smugly: "Gentlemen, please get out of the car and tell us what you do. Don't think that just because you have diplomatic license plates we'll let you off easily. Tell me, who are you?"

  Ten big men glared angrily as the van drove away, their leader reluctantly handed over a document: "Central Intelligence Agency of America, gentlemen. We have come to Tokyo on a mission. According to reports, someone is planning to launch a new round of terrorist attacks against Japan. Do you still want to arrest us?"

  The police officers and the men in black were stunned for half a day, the leader of the men in black took over the documents, glanced at them hastily, and handed them to the police officer beside him. The police officer took over the documents, carefully checked them, quickly saluted the people inside the car, and handed the documents back with both hands. The two Mercedes sped away like the wind, chasing after the RV, without even saying thank you.

  Those Japanese were yelling: "You Americans are always one step late, can't your intelligence be a bit more timely? Damn it!" These low-level personnel only knew that Shibuya had been attacked, but no one knew the specific situation, and who was being attacked. They just followed orders to capture some foreign big man who was injured.

  Chekhov let out a sigh and said with a chuckle, "Gentlemen, don't you want to have some fun with these girls? It's quite comfortable... Ah, never mind, no need to put on airs of being a righteous gentleman. Honestly."

  The motor home passed by a supermarket, Chekhov suddenly shouted: "Girl, stop, I'll go buy some beer... Ah, I'm suddenly very thirsty, I want to drink something... Do you need it? Oh, you two are Puritans, don't drink, don't play girls... damn it, just smoke weed." Stronach and the others almost suffocated, if they didn't smoke weed, their wounds would hurt like fire, at this critical moment of escaping, what if they screamed in pain?

  Chekhov got out of the car with a swagger, tucked several banknotes under the windshield wiper and muttered: "No parking allowed? Well, go ahead and write me a ticket, old chap, I've got money."

  Izumi looked at Stronheim and suddenly said: "This colleague of yours is very interesting, a lovely rogue."

  "Is that so? I've heard about him from others, damn it, a thorough sex maniac, of course, a rascal."

  Two people looked at the four girls chattering together, and a feeling of powerlessness surged up in their bodies. They had always thought of themselves as elite individuals, but now they had to rely on a rascal to save them. The thought was truly humiliating.

  Chekhov lugged two large bags of beer out of the supermarket, panting as he walked unsteadily towards the van. "Hey, guys, aren't you coming to help me? I spent money on four chicks... Uh, who are you?"

  Two Mercedes cars drove quietly over, four big men jumped out of the car, and the leader punched Chikov in the stomach, directly knocking him unconscious. Quan Tian and Strudel saw this scene, Quan Tian whispered: "Go, drive away... don't wait for that guy anymore, he met his friends, he wants to have a little fun... damn it, bitch, go."

  Two police cars happened to be passing by, saw four big men stuffing Chikov into the car, and dozens of beer cans were scattered on the ground, instantly surrounded quickly. No one noticed that under the threat of Stron and Quan Tian, the RV sneaked away quietly.

  Six police officers jumped out of the car, pulled out their submachine guns that had just been issued to them, and aimed at the two Mercedes-Benz cars: "What are you doing? Kidnapping someone in front of the supermarket? Bastards, get down on the ground or I'll kill you."

  The big men let out a soft sigh, pulled out their IDs: "US Central Intelligence Agency Special Investigation Division... Gentlemen, we are arresting criminals... We have the special permission of your Police Department Director."

  The police were stunned, and the big men quickly squeezed onto the car and whizzed away.

  A street away, the shells of two Mercedes-Benz cars changed color to red under the heating of electric heating wires, and then the license plates flipped over, becoming ordinary civilian license plates.

  They pulled out their mobile phones, dialed a number: "Head, can report M now, the arrest operation went smoothly, Chikov has been caught... How to deal with it? ... Is... Is... Take him out of Japan and send him back to Britain... Okay... Okay, route three, yes."

  Several big men looked at Chikov, who was in a coma. One of them rudely grabbed his hair and shook his head: "Is this young man the one who made our market lose tens of billions? Damn it, we should kill him now."

  The team leader said in a low voice: "No, they should pay a greater price. This kid will hand over their backstage boss, and at that time, it's our turn to settle accounts."

  Izumi looked at Stronheim: "You've offended a lot of people... Who are they? Your boss will be busy again, maybe 'they' can help you rescue the person."

  "Let's just hope we can get out of Tokyo alive first... The boss will never let one of his subordinates be taken away for nothing."

  A little girl carefully asked them: "That gentleman, did he run into a friend and leave?"

  Schtroumpf looked at her and nodded, "Yeah, a very good friend, damn it, a friend to die for." Schtroumpf vaguely guessed that the matter was related to Fatadio and others, but he had just joined the group of Yichen and others, and many things were not clear, so he couldn't get a clear answer.

  Izumi suddenly shuddered all over, and excitedly said: "There are people from our clan nearby." He suddenly opened the car window and made a gesture towards the two black Hondas. The two Hondas rushed over at an angle, closely following the RV as it drove.

  "Hey, woman! Stop the car, quickly!"

  The girl was startled and quickly stepped on the brakes.

  Two Honda cars also stopped, and seven black-clad men rushed out of the car like wind, respectfully saluting to Izumi: "Captain, you're still alive, great... How do we deal with these people?"

  Izumi smiled cruelly: "This man is a friend, take him to the clan, and these four women, silence them."

  Two men carefully helped Strudel down from the car, another man waved his hand, and four faint breezes blew by, causing the four women's necks to emit a loud "crack" sound as they fell.

  Honda drove away, leaving this motorhome standing alone in the middle of the road. Struthers was a little startled: "How did you know they were nearby?"

  Izumi's mood is great: "We cultivate the same technique, people of the same clan naturally have a sense of connection... Now we're safe, Tokyo is Yamaguchi-gumi's territory, but he won't do anything to us either... Give me a few energizing pills, just in case we run into their people, I don't want to show any weakness."

  Izumi handed a golden pill the size of a longan to Stron, smiling and saying: "This is a pill made from wild herbs collected on Mt. Fuji, it can make a seriously injured person as active as a normal person within a day, it's extremely precious. We need to be careful not to reveal any weaknesses in front of people in the forest."

  Schtroumpf took the pill and suddenly asked him: "You're not one of those water people, are you? Sir, you're from another force."

  "Izumi looked at Stronheim, smiled and said in a low voice: 'We are friends, I didn't deceive you, I am the special wind ninja of the four major families of Fūrinji... These people are my subordinates... Hehe, we are loyal allies of Lin.'"

  "Schtroungen took a deep breath: 'You Japanese... really... Lin is the Alliance leader, right? So you want to replace them?'"

  "Izumi nodded and said: 'Who doesn't want more power?'"

  Streng: "You're telling me this just like that? Don't you have any internal rules to follow?"

  "Izumi smiled: 'I am the heir of the wind, why should I be bound by those small rules? To be honest, I want to establish a closer cooperative relationship with your boss, so I must confess, and I think the elders will also agree with my point of view.'"

  Schtroungen was speechless, and Quan Tian sighed: "Our spies stole the water escape technique from the aquatic tribe, but unfortunately they only got some superficial knowledge. It's enough to deceive Lin's people and make them think we're scouts of the Five Elements Alliance. Unfortunately, once we use the water escape technique, our wind magic can't be released. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been injured like this."

  Streng took the pill and swallowed it, a warm glow rising from his stomach, invigorating him. He nodded and said: "Good stuff, indeed good stuff... Get me back to London as soon as possible."

  "Of course, by this time tomorrow, you'll be enjoying yourself in your London home."

  Ahead, there was another police checkpoint. Izumi had already changed into the same uniform as his subordinates in the car and smiled with a relaxed face.

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  Yi Chen stood on the rooftop, staring blankly at the east, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. A message came from David's side, M seemed to have sent people from other departments to investigate the sniper attack on the British financial market, which made Yi Chen very puzzled... Wasn't David supposed to be in charge of investigating this matter? Why did it become someone else's job? Could it be that his own lazy attitude had been discovered by that old woman M? It seemed he needed to summarize things well...

  Strengthen and Chekhov, I don't know how they are, did they escape?

  Yi Chen began to envy those monks with deep magical powers, they relied on their cultivation to traverse the land and clear the sky, in an instant they could travel thousands of miles, if he had such power, he would have flown to Tokyo long ago, that way he would also be at peace.

  Footsteps echoed from behind, belonging to Feli, Phil and a somewhat unfamiliar pair of feet.

  Yi Chen turned back, and Stron's slightly pale face had a sorrowful smile: "Boss, we failed. Fifty brothers were all killed... Chikov was captured by someone, don't know which side they are on. Looking at their actions, very clean, professionals."

  Yi Chen took a deep breath: "Is there any other news?"

  Shi Teng nodded: "The one who entrusted 'them' to assassinate Yamaguchi-gumi's Yamaguchi was the Fūke, one of Japan's four major families of Wind, Forest, Fire and Mountain. They want to replace Lin's power... Their current patriarch wants me to pass on a message to you: 'Tell 'them', no matter what means are used, get rid of Yamaguchi.'"

  Yi Chen smiled: "So... we can give the client a reply now, 'they' are unable to complete the task, they measured the strength difference between both sides, they are unable to complete it."

  Schtroumpf was stunned: "Boss, how can you answer those Japanese?"

  Yi Chen smiled wryly: "We are 'them'. Shame, for the first time we were forced to abandon our mission, this will be the greatest shame since our establishment. Remember, gentlemen and ladies, we failed... Yes, we were too confident, we believed that our abilities were all-powerful, in fact, our strength on this earth is just a drop in the ocean. We need to reflect, we need to summarize, we must acknowledge our mistakes, we need to take deep responsibility."

  Phill and Phillis's faces showed a helpless expression.

  Yi Chen clenched his fist: "Yes, full refund to the client... Phil, you take care of these things. We can't make such mistakes again, we must focus on one thing at a time... First solve the Paris task, then solve the 'Mountain of Light' commission... Of course, before all this, I want our dear Mr. Chekhov to go home... Dear old grandmother, you'd better not hurt him, otherwise you'll understand the consequences of provoking me."

  Strengthen stood still.

  Yi Chen walked down the stairs, and as he passed by him, Yi Chen heavily patted his shoulder: "Dear, rest assured, I won't let our brothers' blood flow in vain. Their hatred, I will make the Shan Kou group pay back a hundred times... We never let those who made us bleed off scot-free."

  Feil followed Yichen downstairs and also patted Stron's shoulder heavily: "Don't worry, what the boss said will be done."

  Schtroumpf nodded heavily, his dark eyes fixed intently on Dongfang.