Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System Chapter 189 - 150: Setting the Trap (Part 2)

Before long, the main gate slowly opened. The round-faced man from earlier stood at the door, saying in a harsh tone, "Follow ."

"The other party agrees to see you; let us go in," Yamamoto Ichiro translated beside him.

Qi Yun nodded, following the man into the villa.

Inside the living room, a middle-aged man with a small stature and a long scar under his eye looked at them coldly. Behind him stood two towering, unfriendly-looking n.

"My mother doesn’t want to see you anymore. Whatever it is, just tell directly. You have two minutes," the man said impatiently, his arms crossed.

Yamamoto Ichiro quietly translated for Qi Yun, adding, "This person is her son."

Qi Yun nodded slightly. Since he couldn’t see the principal, he had to try and find so useful information from the son.

[Search Target: Muraoka Kono]

[Available Intelligence Types: White (consus 1 intelligence point), Red (consus 3 intelligence points)]

Search.

[Intelligence Information (Red): Muraoka Kono received a gang task and will conduct an illegal goods transaction with the Manchurians at 11 PM tonight at Warehouse No.14, Shinagawa]

Upon understanding the content of the intelligence, Qi Yun thought to himself, 11 PM tonight... how to use this information...

The scarred man, noticing his silence, grew more impatient and said fiercely, "Speak quickly; don’t waste my ti!"

Qi Yun snapped back from his thoughts. Although he had a plan in mind, he maintained a calm deanor.

He looked directly into the eyes of the scarred man, speaking unhurriedly, "Mr. Muraoka, I think there’s so misunderstanding between us. I ca this ti hoping to resolve the issue peacefully and retrieve what belongs to ."

The scarred man let out a cold snort, "Those things don’t belong to that useless Fukui Sakaeda. If you’re only here to say that, then you can leave."

"Don’t co back again, or you won’t be able to leave next ti."

With that, he waved his hand, and the two burly n behind him approached Qi Yun, raising their hands to grab his shoulders.

Unexpectedly, a shadow suddenly darted out from behind. Before Qi Yun could see what happened, the two large n were retreating while clutching their chests.

The one who intervened was Chen Wei, standing in front of Qi Yun, his gaze coldly fixed on the opposition.

Seeing this, the scarred man sprang to his feet and shouted angrily, "Baka!"

"You bastard, how dare you make trouble in my house!"

Yamamoto Ichiro, who was nearby, was imdiately terrified and hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mr. Muraoka, please don’t be angry."

Though he was a lawyer, he feared people who didn’t play by legal rules.

Qi Yun wasn’t worried and smiled lightly, patting Chen Wei on the shoulder, "Brother Wei, let’s go."

Chen Wei nodded slightly, his eyes still locked on the opponents, retreating slowly to remain alert for any sudden attack.

Qi Yun turned and, with a leisurely pace, led Yamamoto Ichiro towards the villa’s exit.

The scarred man did not signal his n to act again, instead coldly watching the three leave.

After all, this was his ho, and he didn’t want to disturb his mother.

Once back in the car, Yamamoto Ichiro finally let out a long breath. He most dreaded dealing with these gang people.

"Mr. Qi, what now?"

"Please take us back to the hotel. I’ll contact you if needed," Qi Yun replied.

"Alright," Yamamoto Ichiro said, feeling a sense of relief.

Back at the hotel, Qi Yun closed the door and said to Chen Wei, "Brother Wei, I need your help with a plan."

Chen Wei nodded, "You tell."

Qi Yun took out a cigarette, lit it, and said slowly, "The item they stole is very important to . The reason I bought that old house was for that item."

"I received news that tonight at 11, that guy Muraoka will conduct a transaction involving illegal goods. By that ti..."

Chen Wei silently nodded after hearing Qi Yun’s plan.

...

Late at night, at a dimly lit street corner, a disguised Qi Yun went to a convenience store, buying a phone card at five tis its market price and purchasing a phone before disappearing into the night.

Half an hour later, he reappeared at Shinagawa, holding a bottle of beer and leaning on a roadside railing, occasionally glancing towards a distant warehouse.

Ti slowly passed until 10:50, when two black vans parked in front of the warehouse. A small man, leading several hefty n, entered the warehouse, with one of the n carrying a black box.

About five minutes later, an old model Nissan pulled up in front of the warehouse. Three n got out, looked around, and also carried a box into the warehouse.

Seeing that the ti was right, Qi Yun took out the newly bought phone from his pocket and called the local police headquarters.

Once the call connected, he also took out his own phone, putting it close to the receiver, and played a Japanese ssage.

The gist of it was "Near Shinagawa No. 12, soone intends to commit suicide."

After playing the ssage, Qi Yun quickly hung up, removed the phone card, and waited to see what would happen next.

Perhaps because Tokyo is the capital, police response was swift. Within three minutes, the shrill sound of sirens echoed through the streets.

Two police cars raced towards the direction of the warehouse, police lights flashing and cutting through the nightti darkness.

At this mont, inside the warehouse, the scarred man and his subordinates were nervously proceeding with a transaction of illegal goods with the Manchurians.

The sudden sound of sirens outside startled everyone.

"What’s going on? Why are there police?" the scarred man shouted in panic, glaring angrily at the three Manchurians across from them.

The faces of the three Manchurians turned deathly white. One of them quickly waved his hands and said, trembling, "It’s not related to us!"

"Boss! Let’s go!" one of the scarred man’s underlings tugged on his arm and said.

The scarred man knew it wasn’t the ti to probe further, quickly opening the warehouse doors and running towards their car.

The three Manchurians behind them responded promptly, ready to leave quickly.

At that ti, the police cars were only about ten ters away from them.

One of the Manchurians, thinking the police were there for them, panicked and imdiately pulled out a handgun, shooting at the police car’s tires with several "biubiu" shots before running into the car without looking back and fleeing swiftly.

The scarred man, having barely gone far ahead, heard the sound behind and his face darkened even more.

With an angry roar, "Baka! Drive faster!"

The police car that was shot quickly stopped. The two officers inside were stupefied.

They were expecting a suicide case, but it was an attempted murder!

The two officers huddled in the car, too scared to expose themselves. One of them quickly took out the radio to report the situation.

...

From afar, witnessing everything, Qi Yun smirked coldly and walked towards another direction, his silhouette disappearing into the darkness.

After the transaction failed, the scarred man wouldn’t go ho directly. Most likely, he’d go explain the situation to his gang, buying ti for Chen Wei...

When calling the police, Qi Yun tactically chose not to ntion the illegal goods transaction after much deliberation.

He didn’t want to beco a direct opponent of the gang behind the scarred man unless absolutely necessary.

Given that gang’s power, they are one of the top existences in Japan. It’s likely they have connections within the police. If they knew soone deliberately reported the illegal trade, they’d thoroughly investigate. Who knows if they would suspect him?

But under the current situation, after a police investigation, it’s likely they’d attribute it to an accident.

Thus, the gang’s wrath would fall on the ineffective scarred man...

Though Japan doesn’t completely ban firearms, shooting at police on the streets of Tokyo is undoubtedly a major case, possibly hitting the news headlines tomorrow. The scarred man is in for it.

Qi Yun walked two more blocks, then smashed the phone and threw it into a garbage bin. He broke the phone card and tossed it into a sewer.

After doing all this, he caught a cab back to the hotel, took out his phone, and booked an early flight to Russia for the next morning.

ps: Sorry, I’ve been delayed these past two days. I’m currently two Chapters behind, and I will catch up next week.