Another very important reason why I went to Mexico City was because there was enough chaos there.
Don't always think that chaos is a bad thing, because he can easily get guns and even weapons with more powerful firepower when he is in chaos. When the time comes, he can use the manpower in his hands to form a powerful fighting force in the dark. If a killer wants to take action, it's definitely not that easy.
In China, the ban on guns is so strict. It is still possible to get one or two guns secretly, but if it is in large quantities, huh, just wait to be invited to tea by the relevant departments. One or two guns cannot form an effective defense force at all, but for a killer, just one gun and one bullet can kill a person.
This is also the reason why Zhang Feng moved his relatives to Mexico City. Everything was done secretly, and even the old beggar was not told. It's not that she's afraid that the old beggar will leak the news, but that she's afraid that he will stop her. What she's about to do will definitely turn Kyoto upside down. It would be a bad idea if the old beggar is implicated.
After listening to Zhang Feng's words, the gigolo frowned slightly and asked the key question: "You said we should leave first and wait for you in Mexico City? What about you?"
"Me? I still have some things to do in Kyoto. I will go find you after I finish them." Zhang Feng said in a deep voice. He had already made a decision in his heart. If this matter was not handled, he would definitely have trouble sleeping and eating.
The gigolo's brows frowned more and more, knowing that what he had to do was definitely not that easy, but he did not try to persuade him, because he knew that since it was Zhang Feng's decision, it would be useless to persuade him.
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Without saying goodbye, Zhang Feng drove alone back to the five-star hotel he rented in the city center under the cover of night.
On the other side, Zhuo Chaoyun and others, under the protection of the gigolo, rushed to the airport in batches. The plane would take off directly to Mexico City early tomorrow morning. The gigolo has already contacted Zhai Qiang, who is staying in Mexico City, and Zhai Qiang has started to buy a house in a remote location but large enough.
After entering the five-star hotel, Zhang Feng simply took a shower and then lay on the bed.
There was actually another reason why he made a seemingly hasty decision in such a short period of time, and that was that he got the news that in five days, it would be the 70th birthday of Wang Gan, the head of the Wang family, and he would be celebrating his 70th birthday in five days. There was a banquet held at the Wang family residence, and all the prominent figures in Kyoto had received invitations and would come.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng's lips curled into a sneer.
However, there was still one thing left to do. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number he had not contacted for a long time.
Although there was no contact for a long time, and the relationship between the two was very subtle, Zhang Feng was sure that this person would help him.
After the phone rang twice, it was connected, and then a lazy voice, who was obviously awakened by the phone, came: "Hello?"
"It's me, Zhang Feng."
"Zhang Feng? Why did you remember to call me?" The person on the other end of the phone was silent for more than ten seconds before asking.
Zhang Feng was not vague and just said: "I need your help with something."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent again, this time for a longer period of time, a full minute, before asking: "Where are you?"
Zhang Feng told him the hotel address and room number, and the other end of the phone hung up the phone.
Throwing the cell phone aside, he stood up and put his bathrobe on his body. He held a dark pistol in his hand. This was specially brought by Chen Wanru. He should feel safe touching it.
Heavy curtains had blocked the window, and not a trace of moonlight penetrated. Only in this way did Zhang Feng dare to stand in front of the window. After all, there might be a killer somewhere who had already set up his gun, waiting for his head to appear in his scope. .
Although he couldn't see outside, Zhang Feng still felt comfortable standing in front of the window. He took out a cigarette, lit it, held it in his mouth, and smoked it slowly.
The smoke gradually spread in the room, smelling a little spicy because it was too inferior.
"We should almost arrive in Kyoto, right?" Zhang Feng asked to himself, naturally referring to the killer who wanted to trade his head for tens of millions of dollars.
"Come on, the more the merrier, there's no point in having too few people."
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Half an hour later, a black car parked in the hotel parking lot. A very tightly wrapped man got out of the car and went straight to the elevator.
The black windbreaker was tightly wrapped, with the hem reaching to her ankles, leaving only a pair of high heels, a peaked cap, and a mask exposed. Only her body shape could tell that she was a woman.
The waiter in charge of the elevator operation was not surprised when he saw the woman walking in. As the most high-end five-star hotel in Kyoto, people from the entertainment industry often come in and out of the hotel. Almost all of them are dressed like this, for fear of being recognized.
"Floor 18." The woman's voice was gentle.
The elevator rose slowly and stopped twice on the way. Some people came up and some got off. They were all very curious about the woman. They couldn't help but take a look at her, but the woman kept her head hanging down and couldn't see her face clearly.
The elevator finally stopped at the 18th floor. The woman walked out quickly in high heels. The soft carpet made it impossible to hear any footsteps. Finally, the woman stood at the door of 1809. She did not knock on the door, but directly He took out his cell phone and dialed Zhang Feng's number.
The call was answered, "I'm at the door." After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
Zhang Feng walked to the door, opened the door, gave way, and the woman walked in directly.
When she heard the door close, the woman took off her equipment.
Take off the hat, although the waterfall-like hair is cut down, take off the mask, it is Hu Xinting.
Then she turned her back to Zhang Feng and slowly took off the coat wrapped around her body. Zhang Feng looked at her and smiled: "Why are you covering her so tightly? What are you worried about?"
As the woman's coat slowly slipped off her shoulders, Zhang Feng's mouth opened slightly and he could no longer speak!
The fair and smooth beautiful back was displayed in front of Zhang Feng without any reservation, except for a thin black lace belt in the middle.
When the coat fell at his feet, it was round and straight, with enchanting curves... All that was visible was a pair of black lace panties.
"I thought I wouldn't be able to see you before the wedding, so I didn't want to miss this opportunity." Hu Xinting slowly turned around. She was smiling, as gentle and bright as the first time she saw her.