Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 476 - 223: Gang Funeral

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 same time. 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 equipment.

In the homeland, pepper spray is classified as security equipment 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 some 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 metal, 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 hometown of the Yijuan Association’s sixth-generation boss, so naturally, the memorial hall was also set there.

Japanese funeral procedures are similar to those at home, with a vigil followed by a memorial 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 memorial hall.

Situated on a hillside in the suburbs, the Buddhist memorial hall near the courthouse, illustrating how brazen the Yijuan Association was.

And the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department 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 memorial hall, strictly checking passing gang vehicles.

Confiscated contraband included over 100 pistols, 192 knives, capturing 169 illegal gang members, and even some 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 come to pay their respects. Naturally, they would bring some 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 Mercedes Maybach, Lexus LS, and even the classic Toyota Century.

Around them stood a dozen gang members 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 came 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 memorial hall by the Yijuan Association. In front of the memorial hall was a square, densely gathered with many fierce-looking gang members.

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 become 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 memorial service."

Chen Zhiyu explained.

Just as they stepped onto the memorial plaza, two tall, skinny young men 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 names were, essentially asking for a tribute.

Jingshang Gaoming made a call.

A short while later, a short middle-aged man came over with four or five bodyguards, laughing. The Yijuan Association members immediately bowed ninety degrees, and the two sides began a private exchange.