Super Special Forces King

Chapter 282

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Soon, I received the information sent by the dancer.

Da Lang at the front desk, 30 years old, unmarried, is a third-rate logistics company.

The information is very detailed, and even when he wetted his bed when he was a child, although he is not married now, the name of the chicken he has been maintained for a long time is very clear where he lives.

As for the information of Professor Mitsui, there are only a few sentences. Just as the dancer said on the phone, these information can be found on the Internet.

The brows were slightly tightened, and the information was kept in mind and then deleted.

The next day, after waking up in the morning, Zhang Feng put on a cap and a backpack and walked into the gate of Tokyo Medical University.

After eating in the cafeteria, I wandered around the school casually.

Looking down at his watch, it was already around eight o'clock.

Slowly walked to the bench on the lawn downstairs in the neurology teaching building, took a book out of the backpack and read it.

The breeze is refreshing, slowly with the fragrance of vegetation.

A bulletproof car drove quickly into the school gate and stopped in front of the neurology teaching building.

Zhang Feng also raised his head slightly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the master came.

Professor Mitsui got out of the car surrounded by three bodyguards.

At the age of about 70, his hair was completely white, but his spirit was awkward, and his eyes were not at all old-fashioned. On the contrary, they were extremely clear, like a newborn child.

From the looks and actions of the three bodyguards, Zhang Feng could tell that all three of them were soldiers.

What the dancer said was right. This Professor Mitsui was really a national treasure-level scientist, and he was accompanied by special forces guards from Japan.

He lowered his head and put his eyes on the book in his hand again, not paying attention to the past.

The three bodyguards followed Professor Mitsui into the teaching building, while the other two stood with their backs on the sides of the car, looking around blankly.

Whenever a student approaches, his expression is warning.

The students seemed to be accustomed to such a situation, so they didn't look surprised.

Sitting on the bench for another hour and forty-five minutes, Zhang Feng put the book in his hand into his backpack, and walked quickly out of the school.

Professor Mitsui only has two hours per class, so he will come out in fifteen minutes, and he has to start preparing himself.

Get out of the school gate and get into your car.

Take out the pistol in the hand, check it and make sure there is no problem, open the insurance, and put it at hand.

Light a cigarette, smoke it slowly, and wait quietly.

Fifteen minutes later, Professor Mitsui's bullet-proof car drove out of the school slowly.

After waiting for another ten seconds, Zhang Feng activated the throttle and followed far away.

Zhang Feng deliberately kept the distance from the vehicle in front to prevent the opponent from being tracked.

According to Zhang Feng's expectation, Professor Mitsui's car might drive towards the Unknown Manor, so that all the problems can be explained.

But the reality is not the case, but the opposite.

An hour later, the vehicle stopped outside a high-end apartment. The same bodyguard escorted Professor Mitsui into the apartment.

Stopping the car far away, Zhang Feng hesitated whether to get off the car and do something to this Professor Mitsui.

After a little hesitation, he gave up the idea of ​​escape.

Professor Mitsui’s identity is different from Kun Sha. Kunsha is the biggest drug lord in the Golden Triangle, anyone can kill him without worrying about being held accountable.

But Professor Mitsui enjoys a high reputation in the global scientific community, and he is even more extraordinary in the country.

If you act on Professor Mitsui without sufficient evidence, you will not only offend the entire scientific community, but also bear the wrath of this Japanese country.

Giving up on Professor Mitsui does not mean that Zhang Feng will wait and do nothing.

He put his idea on Dalang Maeda! No matter how big the mystery is, as long as one of the key clues can be grasped, the truth can be revealed by grasping closely.

With the information provided by the dancer, Zhang Feng found Dalang Maeda's home in a familiar way.

After sneaking in, there were messy clothes scattered on the floor, and a strange smell filled the whole house.

The smelly socks, the rotten fast food and the rotten smell all mixed together.

He took out shoe covers and gloves from the backpack, put them on his hands, and walked carefully towards the room.

The messy quilts in the room were piled on the floor in rolls, and there was a light layer of ashes on the kitchen floor. Obviously, Da Lang, the front desk host, had not been in for a long time.

Several fast food boxes were scattered on the coffee table in the living room, and some food residues were even covered, and maggots were even wriggling.

"Made, the living environment is really bad." muttered a curse.

Seeing a few newspapers on the ground floor of the coffee table, I randomly pulled them over and put them on the bottom and sat on the sofa.

Although he is not sure when the front desk Da Lang will come back, Zhang Feng is not in a hurry. As a special fighter, the most indispensable thing is patience.

No smoking, no walking, no talking, just wait like that.

After waiting for more than ten hours, the door was opened from the outside at two o'clock in the morning.

Maeda Dalang was drunk and confused, and his body was full of alcohol.

He didn't turn on the light when he entered the house, shaking his shoes off his feet.

Shaking off his coat, he staggered towards the bedroom.

He had never even seen Zhang Feng sitting on the sofa in the dark.

Entering the bedroom, Maeda fell on top of the quilt, and after a short while, he came out and snorted.

A sneer evoked at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Feng slowly stood up, put the pistol in his back and pulled it out and held it in his hand.

He opened the door and walked into the bedroom, turning on the light of the room to help Dalang Maeda who was sleeping.

He walked to his body and squatted down, reaching out and patted Maeda Dalang's face gently.

"Hmm..." Maeda murmured, turned around and continued to sleep with his back to Zhang Feng.

The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth unconsciously beat twice. The quality of his sleep is really good, so he doesn't wake up.

Tightening the pistol in his hand, the other hand slapped Maeda's face with a backhand.

There was a crisp ‘pop’.

Maeda Dalang awoke at the sound, a swarthy muzzle struck him suddenly, directly smashed his front teeth and inserted them into his mouth.

Speaking in the Japanese language that I just learned but was not very proficient, he said lamely: "Don't move! Move, die!"

Dalang Maeda didn't care about the severe pain in his teeth, his eyes were full of fear, and he nodded like garlic when he heard Zhang Feng's words.

"I ask you questions, you answer me. I am satisfied, you live, I am not satisfied, you die! Understand?" Zhang Feng continued.

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