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Huge sunglasses and a thick and messy beard covered the man's entire face, but Zhang Feng had a feeling of déjà vu with this man.
She frowned slightly, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
The slideshow ends, and lines of text appear.
"Target person: Kun Sa. Hidden location: Tokyo, Japan. Mission content: Investigate the hidden forces behind Kun Sa. Meet at the headquarters at six o'clock in two days."
Kunsha
Zhang Feng finally found out why he didn't recognize the man in the photo. When he first met Kunsha, his beard and hair were all white. Although he also had a beard, it was neatly trimmed. The man in the photo has messy beard and black beard. Preconceived ideas mislead your thinking.
The text disappeared and the screen turned into a dial again. The time displayed on it was 11:42. Today has not passed yet, and it will be the day after tomorrow in two days.
Kunsha's appearance again made Zhang Feng let go of the stone that had always been hanging on his heart.
He always felt that what Sang Qu said before his death had special meaning, but after going to Mahidol University in Taipei to meet neuroscience professor Zaren Badafen, he only got a letter left by Sang Qu, which said something like It's about revealing a big, big secret, but it seems like a layer of fog has been arranged so that people can't see it clearly.
And the key to all this depends on one person, that is Kunsha. There are countless people who have made money in this chaotic place. As long as you catch him, I'm afraid you can get the secrets you want to know from him.
Taking two deep breaths, Zhang Feng slowly closed his eyes. He didn't need to think about these things anymore. He could just wait and report to the headquarters in two days.
The next day.
At six o'clock in the morning, the biological clock woke Zhang Feng up on time. He got up to stretch his body and walked out of the villa.
There is an artificial lake in the villa area. Although it is still early in the morning, there are already many people who like morning exercises running.
Zhang Feng joined them and ran for an hour, dripping with sweat.
Returning to the bathroom of his bedroom, he cleaned himself up again, put on a pair of casual pants, and went downstairs topless.
Find the ingredients from the refrigerator and start making noodles.
Zhuo Zhaoyun walked down the stairs in her pajamas, stroking her messy hair, and couldn't help but
Take a breath.
Smelling the aroma wafting from the kitchen, she wandered over. Her sleepy eyes saw Zhang Feng's naked upper body, and her eyes suddenly widened to the point where she could no longer sleep.
The muscle lines on his back were smooth and natural, and the tattoo of the Sinful Angel seemed to come alive with his movements. For a moment, he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
Zhang Feng put the cooked noodles on the dining table. When he saw Zhuo Zhaoyun standing there, he coughed twice and asked, "Isn't your kid just too stupid to sleep? Go wash your hands and have breakfast." "
"Ahem." Zhuo Zhaoyun also coughed twice to relieve her embarrassment, lowered her head slightly, and muttered: "You are an exhibitionist when you wake up so early in the morning and don't wear clothes."
Zhang Feng heard her words clearly, rolled his eyelids, and said helplessly: "Miss, my clothes got wet when I went out for a run in the morning, and the other dirty one was not washed. Besides, aren't I still wearing pants? Why? Became an exhibitionist."
Zhuo Zhaoyun ran into the bathroom and rinsed her face with cold water, but her cheeks were still red.
He lowered his head and walked out of the bathroom to the dining table. He ate noodles quickly and involuntarily glanced at Zhang Feng, who was sitting opposite.
The muscles are sharp and angular, but they are not as scary as the fleshy lumps produced by fitness athletes. The lines are smooth and natural, and the long or short scars on it not only do not destroy this beauty, but add a lot of violence. Aesthetic meaning.
The more she thought about it, the rosier her face became.
Zhang Feng looked up at Zhuo Zhaoyun and asked, "Zhaoyun, what's the matter with you? It's not a cold, is it? Why is your face so red." As he said that, he reached out and touched her forehead.
"No...it's okay, I'm full!" Zhuo Zhaoyun simply ran away.
Looking at the remaining half of the bowl of noodles in her bowl, Zhang Feng said to himself strangely: "Why is the appetite so small today? Is it really because I have a cold and a loss of appetite?"
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhuo Zhaoyun, who ran to the top of the stairs, suddenly stuck his head out and said, "I have a rest today, and we will go shopping later." After that, he ran upstairs again.
Zhang Feng shrugged his shoulders and went shopping? Not bad, I just have a day off today, and the mission will start tomorrow. I don’t know when this mission will end.
nine o'clock
Most of the time, Zhuo Zhaoyun finally came out, wearing short boots with blue pencil pants, a beige coat, and a white sweater underneath. Warm and youthful.
On the other hand, for Zhang Feng, white-washed jeans and a hoodie and cotton clothes are enough.
"Are you just going out shopping like this?" Zhuo Zhaoyun asked.
"What else? These are already the clothes at the bottom of my box. If this doesn't work, I can only take out the military uniforms." Zhang Feng said with a smile.
"Let's keep it this way. If you spread the word about the military uniform, you may have a high rate of return." Zhuo Zhaoyun said with a smile.
After driving the car out of the parking lot, Zhang Feng suddenly thought of a question. Does the dignified eldest daughter of the Zhuo family not have a car? Then she asked: "Zhaoyun, where is your car? I'm not suitable for driving out for shopping."
"I don't have a car now. I have made up my mind to be self-reliant, so now I take a taxi to work." Zhuo Zhaoyun said matter-of-factly.
The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched twice. He had enough taxi money to pay for gas. He really didn't know whether this young lady was smart or stupid.
Driving the car, the two people went straight to the shopping mall in the city center.
After a full morning of shopping and lunch, Zhuo Zhaoyun was still in high spirits.
Zhang Feng discovered that women can exert 200% of their fighting power when shopping, which is not something that men can compete with.
"This? How about it?" Zhuo Zhaoyun asked.
"Miss, this is men's clothing."
"I know, I bought it for you."
"Okay, it looks pretty good."
"How about this? And these pants and these shoes."
"Didn't I just buy a suit?"
"How can a man wear a suit? Don't worry, I didn't give it to you for free. When the time comes, I will leave all my food problems to you."
"Fine."
When it got dark, the two people walked out of the shopping mall. Zhuo Zhaoyun walked in front empty-handed, while Zhang Feng followed behind carrying large and small bags.
After shopping all day, Zhuo Zhaoyun didn't buy a piece of clothing for herself. She bought it all for Zhang Feng. From suits to casual pants for home wear, there was only one thing she didn't have, and that was a casual top for home. I don't know what she was thinking about. What thoughts are there.