278.
Dancer
Zhang Feng was slightly surprised.
The word "dancing girl" doesn't sound very nice, and it's even tainted with the aura of prostitution. How could any woman use these two words as a code name
The so-called office is just a closed room separated from the warehouse.
The man wearing a mask took Zhang Feng to the door, nodded and left.
Standing at the door, Zhang Feng knocked on the door.
"Please come in!" The voice coming from inside the door was quite neutral.
Zhang Feng was stunned when he pushed the door open and walked in.
There's a 'man' sitting on the sofa!
The man was trimming his nails with nail clippers. His slender fingers were as flawless as green onions. Zhang Feng had never seen such a pair of perfect palms even on the women he knew.
Her long, straight black hair hangs casually on her shoulders, looking very casual.
The man who was sitting sideways when he heard the door opening also turned his head and stood up.
Zhang Feng finally had a clear look at the man codenamed 'Dancing Girl' in front of him.
The long and narrow eyes of the red phoenix are extremely clear, the nose is like hanging bile, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised into a smile, and the skin is like an egg that has been peeled off.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Zhang Feng chirped.
The dancer standing opposite frowned slightly and looked a little unhappy, and said in a lukewarm voice: "Sit down."
If Zhang Feng were asked to tell him what he was best at, he would blurt out the words "observe words and emotions" without hesitation.
Even though the dancer just opened her mouth, Zhang Feng could hear the displeasure in his voice.
Sitting on the sofa, he squeaked again: "I really don't understand, why do you, a grown man, look so good-looking? You can't give some way to live for those of us who don't look good to our motherland. It's really unfair."
Hearing Zhang Feng's playful words, the displeasure in the dancer's eyes disappeared and she said: "This matter is not something I can decide! Okay, let's not talk about it. I will arrange for you to leave with Kunsha on the boat tonight. Japan, return home as soon as possible to avoid trouble."
Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said: "Kunsha must be sent back to China as soon as possible, but I can't return home yet."
"Oh? Your mission has been completed.
There is no point in staying in Japan, and according to regulations, you must return to Japan as soon as possible. Don't you know? "The dancer said in surprise.
"I know. It's just that I still have some questions. If I just return to China like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. By the way, I think there should be no problem in bringing Kunsha to trial now, right?" Zhang Feng asked.
The dancer looked at Zhang Feng. According to the information, he had a wanton character. It seemed that this was true, but there was something interesting about such a person.
He nodded and said: "There is no problem with the surprise interrogation, but you have to give him a breath, otherwise it will be difficult for me to handle."
"clear!"
There were too many questions in his mind. Zhang Feng couldn't wait to stand up. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and grinned. He bared his teeth and said, "Actually, I think you are so handsome. Your nickname should be Gigolo. What about Gigolo?" It sounds a bit girly.”
The dancer was stunned for a moment, and when she looked up again, Zhang Feng had already fled out of the room, leaving only a burst of laughter.
"Made, do you think I am willing to call you a dancer?" The dancer bared her teeth and cursed. If it weren't for the fact that a female agent was required to play the role of a dancer during the operation, and she couldn't find a suitable person, she would use herself as a top agent. In the end, the mission was completed, and the code name Dancer was stuck on her head, and she could throw it away even if she wanted to. Don't fall off.
Walking into the room where Kunsha was detained, Kunsha had already woken up and was handcuffed to a stool.
Seeing Zhang Feng walk in, Kunsha, whose body was scarred, struggled to stand up, picked up the chair under his butt, and limped towards Zhang Feng, grinning as if he wanted to swallow him.
With a sneer on his lips, Zhang Feng unceremoniously kicked Kun Sha directly in the heart.
Kun Sha flew out like a piece of broken sack, and the stool smashed against the wall. His back then hit it, then bounced back and fell to the ground.
As he coughed desperately, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
The dancer sitting in the office couldn't sit still. Mad, if this continues, Kunsha will probably have her hair cut off. How can she do her job
He quickly walked out of the office and got into the room where Kunsha was being held, and said, "I, you, please don't kill him for me."
Hearing his series of 'cao', Zhang Feng secretly nodded in his heart.
Head, it seems that although this dancer looks more feminine than women, she should be a straight man, not a bender.
"Don't worry, Kunsha's fate is tougher than Xiaoqiang's, and he won't die in a short while."
As he spoke, he walked over and held Kunsha's head with one hand, while the other hand grabbed the hair on the back of his head and yanked it hard.
A large amount of hair was torn off by Zhang Feng, revealing the scar on the back of his head. He said to the dancer standing aside: "Look here, this is why I want to stay."
The dancer also squatted on the ground and said in surprise: "What's this? Isn't it just a scar?"
Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Feng did not continue speaking. Some words are best left to the point at which they are spoken.
The dancer also understood the rules and did not continue to ask questions.
Zhang Feng lifted Kunsha up and asked: "Kunsha, let me ask you a few questions. How about you answer me honestly and I guarantee that you will be comfortable? Of course, you should also know that I can't get it." What would be the desired answer?”
Kunsha's expression was a bit ferocious, his mouth was grinning, and blood mixed with saliva hung at the corners of his mouth.
Half of the teeth were knocked out by Zhang Feng, and his cheeks were sunken and deformed.
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, he said gloomily: "You can't get anything you want to know from me. Hahaha. If you have the guts, kill me. I, Kunsha, have been in this life for half my life, and I have never seen anything like this." However, as for today’s ending, I was mentally prepared twenty years ago.”
"There are different ways to die, not to mention that I will not let you die easily. One is that it is too cheap for you, and the other is that you will be more valuable alive than dead!"
After saying that, he released Kunsha's hand and said calmly: "I just want to ask you a question, Kunsha, what is your master's name?"
"Hahahaha!" Kunsha seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He collapsed on the ground and laughed unbridled, with ridicule.
Staring, he said vaguely: "You asked a question I'm destined not to answer. Hahaha, bah."
The saliva mixed with blood was spat on Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng was not angry. He squatted down and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Do you really think I don't know? He is a doctoral supervisor at the university. ,Yes or no?"