Returning to the room, Gu Ji checked his backpack.
Except for the VX nerve agent and the ERC Information Interference Device, there was nothing else in the backpack.
He kept the two items close to him and lay down on the bed.
Early the next morning.
Gu Ji was awakened by the phone alarm.
He washed up briefly, and just as he opened the door, he saw Gao Bo coming out at the sa ti. They waited for Wu Kang for a while in the restaurant, and after breakfast, they took a taxi to a nearby electronics mall to purchase self-defense equipnt.
In the holand, pepper spray is classified as security equipnt or a police tool, and theoretically, it cannot be traded freely, but it is legal in Japan and found everywhere.
These so-called protection sprays are essentially pepper water, with the active ingredient being capsaicin inside.
The common pepper’s heat level is 20,000 SHU, while the heat level of pepper spray can reach as high as 2 to 3 million SHU. In comparison, military-grade tear gas has a heat level of 5.3 million SHU.
Once sprayed on a person’s face, it can cause temporary blindness within 1 to 3 seconds, making it impossible to open the eyes and triggering severe coughing in the upper respiratory tract, disabling a person from resisting for about half an hour.
In addition, the three of them bought three telescopic batons.
For so reason related to Japanese regulations, the baton heads were made of engineering plastic, which are less effective and durable compared to alloy kinds, but the bodies are tal, which is at least sufficient for self-defense.
Gu Ji bought the 21-inch version, the size he commonly used in the SWAT team.
Just as he finished paying, Lang Shaobo called to ask where they were.
After picking them up, the group followed Shi Zhengmin and Jingshang Gaoming’s vehicles, changed into dark suits, and headed to Tokyo’s Tama Region. It was the hotown of the Yijuan Association’s sixth-generation boss, so naturally, the morial hall was also set there.
Japanese funeral procedures are similar to those at ho, with a vigil followed by a morial service the next day.
Recalling the conflict with the gang in Tama Region yesterday, Lang Shaobo was a bit excited, not expecting to return here today.
Near 10 a.m., they finally arrived near the funeral morial hall.
Situated on a hillside in the suburbs, the Buddhist morial hall near the courthouse, illustrating how brazen the Yijuan Association was.
And the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt was not to be trifled with.
The series of violent murder incidents in recent days had already angered the upper echelons of the police force. For this funeral, a special "Yijuan Association Funeral Operation Headquarters" was established, dispatching nearly 500 police officers stationed on the roads surrounding the morial hall, strictly checking passing gang vehicles.
Confiscated contraband included over 100 pistols, 192 knives, capturing 169 illegal gang mbers, and even so potassium nitrate powder, an ingredient for making explosives!
Sitting in the back seat, Wu Kang couldn’t help but gasp as he listened to Shi Zhengmin’s report over the walkie-talkie:
"Over a hundred guns, are these people here for a war?"
"It’s quite normal. A gang leader has the most enemies, and they usually stay at the headquarters. Even when going out for business, a lot of bodyguards are brought along to prevent ambushes and assassinations. Today is the funeral of the sixth-generation boss, and large and small gang leaders from all over Japan will co to pay their respects. Naturally, they would bring so defensive tools to prevent accidents."
Lang Shaobo, after all, worked at the Police Liaison Office, and although he was not a policeman, he knew a lot about the Japanese Yakuza.
But Gu Ji felt it was just a storm in a teacup.
Just the actions from yesterday showed that when he asked Jingshang Gaoming to have the Tama Region Command Center block the traffic, they still couldn’t stop the black Alphard from the Liangben.
If it weren’t for him and Lang Shaobo overturning one of the vehicles, they might have all escaped.
With that conversation, they arrived at the halfway point of the hill.
On either side of the parking lot at the halfway point were countless black vehicles, most of them luxury cars like rcedes Maybach, Lexus LS, and even the classic Toyota Century.
Around them stood a dozen gang mbers in black suits, bowing at ninety degrees. They all wore black emblems with white backgrounds on their chests, the emblem of the Yijuan Association, responsible for guiding guests who ca for the tribute to park.
The central stone steps, lined with white chrysanthemums and black ribbons, led up to the opulently decorated Buddhist hall, temporarily converted into a morial hall by the Yijuan Association. In front of the morial hall was a square, densely gathered with many fierce-looking gang mbers.
You didn’t even have to stand in front of them; even a glance brought oppressive feelings.
Gao Bo couldn’t help but mutter.
"My god, the gang leader’s funeral is this grand?"
"This is the funeral of the president of Japan’s second-largest designated violent syndicate, controlling billions of US Dollars in wealth. With the decline of the Yamaguchi Group, rumors have circulated that the Yijuan Association has beco the largest gang. According to preliminary statistics from the Police Headquarters, leaders of almost all 200-odd gangs across Japan have arrived, with nearly 1000 attendees for today’s morial service."
Chen Zhiyu explained.
Just as they stepped onto the morial plaza, two tall, skinny young n in suits approached, inquiring in Japanese while guiding them to a white tent.
Translated by Lang Shaobo, they were asked which gang they represented and what their nas were, essentially asking for a tribute.
Jingshang Gaoming made a call.
A short while later, a short middle-aged man ca over with four or five bodyguards, laughing. The Yijuan Association mbers imdiately bowed ninety degrees, and the two sides began a private exchange.
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