After a three and a half hour flight, the flight arrived at Kansai International Airport. Zhang Heng exchanged some Japanese yen at the banknote exchange office in the airport hall, and then took the Limousin bus directly.
By the time we arrived at Sannomiya Station in Kobe City, it was already evening.
Japanese cities are different from Chinese cities and have a different flavor. AKB and 2D promotional posters can be seen everywhere, middle school students wearing sailor uniforms coming and going, and huge LED screens on the walls of the building that constantly broadcast real-time news all indicate a unique and exotic atmosphere.
It was the rush hour after get off work, and the wide intersection was crowded with people. Countless male and female white-collar workers were crowded in front of the red light, their faces numb, and there was a constant flow of people and vehicles.
Zhang Heng disappeared into the crowd wearing a peaked cap. Looking at the hurried crowds around him, he felt an unreal trance. He shook his head. Zhang Heng picked up the vibrating phone and pressed the answer button.
"Your Excellency, Commander, the target has begun to move towards Mount Ariukko. You are about three thousand meters away from the target."
"What a coincidence." Zhang Heng shook his head, expressionlessly got into a taxi, communicated with the taxi driver in English, and then drove towards Mount Rokko.
"You are two thousand meters from your target."
"The target has stopped and is confirmed to be the 'Nakanobo Zuien' hotel in Arima Hot Spring District. You are about one thousand meters away from the target."
"You are five hundred meters from your target."
"You are one hundred meters away from your target."
Yuehua's reminders kept coming from the phone, and Zhang Heng's eyes gradually became colder.
Soon, the taxi stopped in front of Zhongzhofang Ruiyuan Hotel. After paying, Zhang Heng walked straight towards the hotel door.
Different from the modern hotels in the city, this is an Edo period-style hotel with lush trees on both sides. But just after nightfall, there is an artistic conception of empty mountains and distant mountains.
It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind.
Zhang Heng put on his gloves silently and walked towards the door step by step. Before he entered, he was greeted by hotel service staff at the door.
"Gou Miji, am I Yadu Mi Tou Maluka?"
Zhang Heng frowned. Although he didn't understand what the other party was saying, he thought he was asking if he wanted to stay in a hotel. So Zhang Heng just nodded and walked into the hotel with the other party's courtesy.
"Excuse me, which room does Tsubasa Fujiwara live in?" When he arrived at the front desk, Zhang Heng asked first in English before the smiling waiter could speak.
Hearing Zhang Heng speak English, the front desk lady was obviously startled, and then she bowed apologetically and shouted behind her. Suddenly, a fat man dressed as a hotel manager walked out.
"Hello, sir, do you need any help?" The man asked with a smile and fluent English.
"I'm looking for Tsubasa Fujiwara." Zhang Heng stared into the other person's eyes, "Tell me which room he is in."
"You..." The obese man was stunned for a moment. Under Zhang Heng's cold gaze, he had the illusion that he was about to suffocate. He quickly lowered his head as if to dodge and asked again, "Are you the guest invited by Mr. Fujiwara? If not , we cannot disclose the customer’s information.”
Zhang Heng frowned, then reluctantly nodded, "Yes, I am Fujiwara Tsubasa's guest."
"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." Obviously, this lame lie did not make the other party believe it. Zhang Heng was wearing a hat and a mask to cover up his appearance. The obese man did not dare to meet Zhang Heng's eyes. He just picked up the phone on the counter and dialed a number.
Obviously, the other party knew Fujiwara Tsubasa's sensitive identity, so he maintained a high degree of vigilance towards Zhang Heng.
"No need to dial." Seeing that his goal was not achieved, Zhang Heng also sighed. He flipped gently with one hand, and immediately his whole body flexibly rolled into the inside of the counter. At the same time, he stretched out his palm in mid-air and slashed the opponent's neck with a hand knife. Suddenly the obese man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The receptionist who didn't speak English stared at all this happening. Before she could react, Zhang Heng came behind her again. The receptionist only felt a pain in the back of her neck and also lost consciousness.
To knock out two people accurately within one second is simply unbelievable to ordinary people. Even Zhang Heng who had not obtained the Dimension Star could not believe it. But now he can do it at will, without even any psychological fluctuations.
After doing all this, Zhang Heng looked around the hall. Because it was not a holiday, the hotel lobby was empty. The waiter who had welcomed him in just now ran out to solicit customers. This was an advantage for Zhang Heng. He picked up a housing registration form and looked directly at the last seat.
Obviously, Tsubasa Fujiwara's name cannot be on the housing registration form. The last registered name is Ozawato Aya, who lives in the open-air hot spring room in the backyard of the hotel.
After getting the answer, Zhang Heng climbed over the front desk again and walked straight to the backyard.
However, as soon as they entered the backyard, they saw four men standing in front of a Japanese-style sliding door with their hands behind their hands. These four men were wearing black uniforms and black sunglasses, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they were gang members. The waist is bulging, and one can tell at a glance that there are weapons such as firearms hidden there.
Zhang Heng took a deep breath and walked straight towards the four of them.
"Who are you!" One of the men saw Zhang Heng approaching and shouted loudly. But before he could finish speaking, Zhang Heng's feet suddenly jumped up, his speed suddenly increased, and he appeared in front of the other person like lightning. !
The man was startled and quickly touched his lower back, but before he could touch the weapon, Zhang Heng appeared in front of him. Suddenly, the man felt his stomach churn, his whole body was weak, and he fell into a trap the next second. In a gastric coma!
"Baga!" The remaining three men reacted and took out their pistols one after another, but Zhang Heng was like a phantom, but he had just subdued the first man, but he immediately appeared in front of the second man!
"Crack!"
There was a heartbreaking sound of shattering from the opponent's arm bones, and like a magic trick, the black pistol in the man's hand had arrived in Zhang Heng's hand!
"Bang bang bang!"
Three gunshots were fired almost in succession. After the gunshots, a blood hole appeared between the eyebrows of the three men, and the three men fell to the ground one after another with incredible expressions!
"Ah!" A woman screamed from inside the door. Zhang Heng held a gun and pushed open the paper door expressionlessly. He saw a beautiful and naked woman in the open-air hot spring in the backyard outside the house, shouting in surprise. shouted.
Behind the woman was a fat middle-aged man with a mustache. At this time, the fat man was crawling out of the hot spring in panic and running towards his pile of clothes.
"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and a big hole exploded in the man's leg. The man screamed, and his body suddenly lost his balance and fell heavily to the floor!
"Who are you!" The obese man screamed and looked at Zhang Heng, lying on the ground and moving back step by step, as if he could escape the death in front of him!
"Target confirmed." Zhang Heng took a closer look at the man's appearance and confirmed that he looked like the person in the photo that Yuehua sent to him. Then he tilted his head and put the muzzle of the gun on the man's forehead.
"I am the president of the Sakura Club under the Yamaguchi-gumi. Why do you want to kill me? If you kill me, you will die too. The Yamaguchi-gumi will not let it go...!" The man shouted loudly, but when he saw that the other party was covered, After seeing the coldness on his face and eyes, his heart sank completely.
"boom!"
Before the other party could finish speaking, Zhang Heng fired without hesitation. Suddenly, a large stream of blood and brain matter spewed out from the back of the other party's head, dyeing the hot spring red!
"ah!"
The naked woman on the side moved behind her in fear, but her legs seemed to be weak from fear and she couldn't stand up at all. She could only keep watching Zhang Heng screaming like he was killing a pig.
"Shh-" Zhang Heng raised his index finger and made a silencing gesture towards the other party. The woman understood immediately and quickly covered her mouth with both hands, but she could not hide the panic in her eyes.
Seeing the other party's performance, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction. Only then did he have the mood to look down at the firearm in his hand - Beretta M9 pistol, a traditional detachable double-row magazine, with a maximum loading capacity of fifteen rounds. , the gun is 217 mm long, weighs 1100 grams after loading, has a warhead muzzle velocity of 390 meters per second, and an effective range of 50 meters.
These data quickly passed through Zhang Heng's mind. After Yuehua's special training, there was basically no firearm in the world that he could not master, and this high-performance pistol was the focus of training. Although in reality he was It was the first time he came into contact with firearms, but he was not unfamiliar at all. Shooting with a gun has almost become his instinct.
Zhang Heng smiled, threw the gun into the hot spring pool, turned around and walked slowly outside the hotel.
Although gloves were worn, there is still a certain chance that today's technology can extract physical evidence such as shed cells from the gun. Therefore, throwing it into the water to destroy all evidence is the best option.
It wasn't until Zhang Heng walked out of the hotel that the panic and noise in the hotel gradually came out...