Tokyo Detective

Chapter 289 Omens of a Bloodbath

Meanwhile, Naoki Hanyu was heading to the Ross family's villa. He had no cell phone, no ID, and hadn't even memorized Ivanka's phone number, so he had to resort to primitive methods to ask for help.

At the gates of darkness, the old butler, whom I had met once before, delivered two pieces of news.

The first piece of news was that the family had already set off for Washington to prepare for tomorrow's important event. The second piece of news was that Ivanka had refused her father's request and was still searching for him.

A night passed without any news, which made Ivanka extremely anxious, thinking that someone had been murdered.

As soon as the housekeeper informed the young lady, the sound of hurried high heels could be heard more than 20 minutes later.

Naoki Hanyu looked up and saw a tall, slender figure rushing towards him.

"What happened to you? Are you covered in bandages? Is it serious?"

"Don't hug me so tightly, it hurts a little."

As Naoki Hanyu recounted what had happened the previous night, he unwrapped his bandages, revealing half of his hand with its skin still scabbed over, and shocking burns and blast wounds all over his body.

"It's alright, C4 explosives can't kill me."

Ivanka frowned slightly, unable to understand why the local gangs were so crazy, until her butler found out the real reason.

On the black market of tablet computers, a string of numbers has aroused the greed of countless people, ranking among the top three in terms of bounties offered by hotels in mainland China.

"A $4000 million bounty is way too much."

Naoki Hanyu then realized why he had been targeted; it turned out that the Hanks family had repeatedly raised the price from $800 million to $4000 million, and he remembered that.

"Ivanka, I'm sorry I can't accompany you to the dinner."

"Your health is the priority. Do you need official assistance?"

Naoki Hanyu stopped the other party from helping him, because Los Angeles is not a city that supports the ruling party, and the current mayor even has a grudge against Ivan's father, so it would be too difficult to mobilize official power.

"Don't cause any trouble at this time. I'll handle my own affairs. But I'll need your help to contact the Japanese ambassador. I need a temporary passport to go back to Japan. It's too dangerous for me to stay by your side with a 4000 million bounty on my head."

"no problem."

Ivanka did not stick to her own ideas, perhaps because the other party was right.

Dealing with a local gang, one that has ties to the mayor and even the opposition, at this time is not a wise choice, and his father would likely refuse.

The housekeeper soon brought a reply from the embassy.

"The embassy hopes that Mr. Yuzuru will go to Washington. They will process the application immediately once his identity is confirmed."

Ivanka offered this suggestion.

"Why don't you come with me on my private jet? Otherwise, it will be difficult for your private jet to get a parking spot. The airport will be very busy tomorrow."

"it is good."

Under the cover of night, Naoki Hanyu boarded Ivanka's plane to the embassy, ​​then went to get his passport renewed and flew back to Los Angeles.

For ordinary people, getting a replacement passport is a hassle, and even a temporary passport is very troublesome. They need to provide proof of loss or theft from the local government and have to wait 3 days to a week.

Fortunately, this person's reputation and status in Japan were not those of an ordinary person, and they obtained their passport and left in 3 hours.

Naoki Hanyu's next task is not only to have "Naoki Hanyu" fly back to Japan in a private jet, but also to fulfill a promise to someone.

As dawn broke, Britney was awakened by the sounds of her child's discomfort. She sniffed around and found that the diaper smelled bad, so she took the child to wash his bottom.

When she walked into the living room, she noticed that there seemed to be some other things on the table. Upon closer inspection, she found a bank card and a note.

"Could it be him?"

Aside from the man who left without saying goodbye, she really didn't know who else could have sneaked in.

Britney picked up the paper and began to read.

"There's $50 in your bank account as payment for your help. The password is XXXXX. As someone who's just passing through, I suggest you leave Los Angeles and stop making adult films. You're a good woman; you can go back to your hometown and start over. If you really do make a movie, remember to send me a copy, and remember not to censor it."

The number written here is my phone number. If you encounter any minor problems, you can call me, and I'll help if I can. If you're going to make things too difficult for someone, please don't call. —Naoki Hanyu

"He really has 50, and he even wants me to release an uncensored video. What a bastard."

Although Britney was swearing, her trembling hands proved that she was very emotional. Did she really get $50 just because of an accident?
"If I really had 50, going back to my hometown would be a good option. And what nonsense was that guy spouting? If I'm a good woman, then there are no good women in the world. I'm just a whore."

After making fun of herself, Britney started planning for the future.

There are indeed houses in eastern Los Angeles and the suburbs that start at $40, and apartments in the city center that start at $50.

But what will I do after I buy it? What kind of job can I do? Do I have to make adult films now that I have money?
Thinking about how embarrassing it would be for his son to find out when he grows up, he'd rather go back to his hometown and buy a farm, since he'd learned all sorts of farm work knowledge from his father since he was a child.

I can handle raising pigs, cattle, and horses myself.

I can buy 200 acres (1214 mu) of land when I get back, and the remaining money will be enough to buy seedlings and hire people to work. At that time, I will be a person of importance as a farmer.

Without hesitation, Britney swept away the gloom of the past and began to take her life seriously from now on.

First, I went to the bank to confirm that I had the money, then I contacted the landlord to terminate the lease, and then I left Los Angeles with my child, a city I don't know how to describe.

In the evening, Naoki Hanyu's private jet also took off from Los Angeles International Airport, proving to the outside world that Naoki Hanyu had left Los Angeles.

As night falls, inside the Jinke family's building, one of the two major gangs in South Los Angeles, which rose to prominence in eight years, the two are like oil and water, but the Jinke family has always been at a disadvantage in their confrontations.

Peter King, head of the King family, was deep in thought. The Hanks family of Mexico had just explicitly rejected him, stating they would hand over the fentanyl business entirely to their arch-rival, the Hardy family, for two years, without specifying the reason. Now, he only had two choices: find a better quality fentanyl, or have the Hardy family destroyed.

So he chose the second one.

"The Hardy family, you should all just die."

"I think so too."

The sudden sound startled Pete, who quickly turned around to look at the figure that had appeared behind him.

"who are you?"

"I'm here to help you; we have a common enemy."

Pete suppressed the urge to call for help; if the other party wanted to kill him, they could have done so already.

"Is this the Hardy family? How do you want to help me?"

"Provide me with all the information about the Hardy family, and believe me, you will soon become the sole gangster overlord of the South."

The person who arrived was none other than Naoki Hanyu. He sent his avatar back to Japan on a private jet to avoid giving anyone any reasonable reason to suspect anything.

I have no habit of running away in disgrace after being bombed; blood debts must be repaid in blood, it's that simple.

Pete looked at the furtive guy in front of him with an unpredictable expression. He was wearing a hat, mask, glasses, and even gloves on his hands.

He eventually agreed; he couldn't refuse the other party's terms, even if it meant selling his soul.

Inside a room in a building on Hardy family property.

Eddie, the man who attacked Naoki Hanyu the day before yesterday, once again acts as a yakuza mediator, resolving a conflict between two gangs under the Hardy family, much like a certain organization in the Japanese underworld with many subordinate groups.

Eddie looked at the two gang leaders who didn't get along and asked.

"You've gotten into this mess over such a small matter? Think about your business and your families. How about you give the Hardy family some face today, shake hands, and apologize to each other?"

The gang leader on the left is from the British gang, while the one on the right is from the Irish gang. The reason for this is that the British were crossing the street to sell contraband in Irish territory, and the Irish retaliated in kind.

Now that their superior has been alerted, both sides are forced to engage in frustrating peace talks.

"I can shake hands."

"I can shake hands for the sake of the bigger picture, but I won't apologize, because it's this guy's fault."

"It's clearly your fault."

Seeing the two start arguing again, Eddie became furious and left the room, heading to the nearby boss and godfather to report.

"Victor asked calmly."

"What do you think?"

“The two of them have a deep-seated conflict and will not reconcile. Even if they make up temporarily, they will start fighting again in a few months at most, which will be even more troublesome.”

Victor smiled faintly.

“I knew long ago that they had embezzled a lot of money for themselves. What do you think we should do now? If the branches and leaves of a fruit tree grow haphazardly, it will affect the fruit.”

"I understand, it needs to be trimmed."

Eddie nodded, got up and left again, taking the pistol handed to him by his subordinate and tucking it into his waistband.

The cleaner immediately made his intentions clear when he returned to the negotiation site.

"There are now new arrangements."

Before he finished speaking, Eddie had already pulled out a gun and shot the two gang leaders dead on the spot. Several of their men were also killed by submachine guns, and the whole scene was bloody.

"I also hate this way of handling things. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to work together peacefully and make money?"

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The Irish gang leader coughed up blood, staring in terror at the demon before him, before a large shoe print broke his neck.

Eddie looked at his three trusted men, the four of them who had ambushed and killed Naoki Hanyu that day.

"Someone will take care of the body; you can go home now."

The Black female sniper pressed for an answer.

"Eddie, what about Naoki Hanyu?"

“I just received news that he has already left on his private jet. We can’t do anything about him for the time being, but at least he won’t retaliate in the short term, as he has been hurt too badly.”

"It's good that you've thought about it. That guy is a monster."

Eddie then drove home, and the other three also left one after another.
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Unlike others who had families or went out partying, the black woman bought ingredients and went home alone to cook. But when she turned on the light bulb, she froze, only to see a nightmare-like figure standing not far away, watching her.

Without hesitation, the black woman drew her pistol, but someone was faster than her, and the next second her neck was snapped. Naoki Hanyu's deep voice rang out.

"That shot the day before yesterday really hurt. Next up is my friend Eddie."

The other two cleaners were dispensable to Naoki Hanyu. The most important one was the guy who almost became his friend, but the other guy actually used C4 to blow him up.

(End of this chapter)