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Kunsha has been 'transported' back to China under the arrangements of the gigolo.
Zhang Feng stayed in the warehouse room, waiting for the new identity document.
Zhang Feng's three days were not in vain, he made a Japanese language tutorial and began to study on his own.
The Japanese language is derived from the Chinese language, and the pronunciation of some words is very similar to the Chinese language, so it is not difficult to learn.
Moreover, the Japanese language that Zhang Feng learned was targeted, as long as it could meet the language requirements for daily communication and battle.
The 01 intelligence officers in the warehouse, including the gigolos, were all proficient in Japanese. Zhang Feng caught them by the corner and could understand each other's meaning even when speaking and making gestures.
On the fourth day, the gigolo delivered the new identity document to Zhang Feng and said, "The identity document you want."
Open the ID card, name: Mito Yohei, Japanese, graduate student at Tokyo Medical University.
When the gigolo saw Zhang Feng's frown, he said, "As a Japanese, you can avoid a lot of trouble and make things easier. Moreover, you can rest assured that this identity can withstand the scrutiny of any force."
Although he was unwilling to use his identity as a Japanese, he still agreed with what the gigolo said. He nodded, sneered twice and said, "Thank you, gigolo."
"Okay, don't say these are useless, remember you owe me two people to please." The gigolo grinned.
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I have obtained a reliable new identity, and my body has been fully rested in the past few days, so I will not stay here any longer.
I took the plane to Tokyo and went straight to Tokyo Medical University without any stop after getting off the airport.
I found a small hotel near the school that was similar to a daily rental house in China and stayed there. Most of the people living nearby were university students. There were a lot of people and a mix of good and bad people, which was able to hide my identity.
After renting the house, we entered the gate of Tokyo Medical University and took a walk inside the school.
When he heard about the neurology teaching building, Zhang Feng did not walk in. Instead, he kept the location firmly in his mind and walked out of the school.
I took a taxi and went straight to the villa area where Kunsha was located.
An hour later, Zhang Feng got out of the taxi, frowning.
Although three full days had passed since the battle with Khun Sa, the villa was still cordoned off, and police officers with loaded guns and ammunition were standing guard nearby.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, strolling around like a passerby, looking around.
His eyes stayed among the people passing by and locked onto a few suspicious-looking people.
These people were dressed in a variety of colors, but their expressions were all rigid, and they couldn't help but look at the people passing by.
What is even more revealing about their identity is the wireless communication device they wear on their ears.
A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth. The identity of these people was obvious. They should be agents of the Japanese Self-Defense Force.
Khun Sa planted a huge amount of explosives under his villa. Although it did not detonate, it was enough to threaten the safety of nearby civilians. These agents must have intervened in the investigation.
The purpose of Zhang Feng's trip was not to conflict with these people, but to drive away his car parked on the other side of the villa.
I don’t know how long the next operation will last. It is really inconvenient without convenient transportation.
He walked leisurely and slowly towards where the car was parked, and got into the car without arousing anyone's suspicion.
After starting the car, he did not rush back to Tokyo Medical University immediately, but drove towards the nameless manor.
The existence of the Wuming Manor has always been a question in Zhang Feng's mind. Kunsha appeared here before, and the van that drove out of the Wuming Manor stopped at the hospital and the mysterious doctor.
Whether these unanswered questions have something to do with Yun Qian's doctoral supervisor, Professor Mitsui, all of them have raised a huge question mark in Zhang Feng's heart.
He parked the car far away on the side of the road, put on his peaked cap and walked towards the unknown manor.
Across the street, I checked the gate of the nameless manor. It was still the same as before. There were armed guards standing at the door, as if nothing had happened.
His brows furrowed slightly, but the other party didn't make any changes? Does Kun Sa's arrest have no impact on them
This situation was somewhat beyond Zhang Feng's expectation.
After checking for about half an hour and finding nothing, Zhang Feng returned to the car.
Sitting in the car, after a slight hesitation, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the gigolo's number, "Gigolo, help me check the information of a few people. One is Dairo Maeda, a driver for a logistics company. . Another one is Professor Mitsui, a doctoral supervisor at Tokyo Medical University.”
"Professor Mitsui?" the gigolo said in surprise: "Why do you want to investigate him?"
Hearing his words, Zhang Feng became curious, "Is there anything strange about Professor Mitsui? Can't we investigate?"
"It's not that it can't be investigated. It's just that everything that can be investigated is placed on the desks of the intelligence agencies of various countries. What cannot be investigated is destined to not be found. He is a scientist with the national treasure level of Japan, so it can be imagined that the intelligence agencies of Japan have no regard for him. Protection." The gigolo is no stranger to Professor Mitsui, and has even investigated it personally, but what he can find can be found on the Internet.
Zhang Feng was even more curious about Professor Mitsui, so he said: "Okay, just send me the information you have. And that Dairo Maeda, I want his detailed information, and it's best if his logistics company also Investigate."
"Hey, Zhang Feng, do I owe you something? I'm not your nanny."
"Haha, the gigolo asked you to say this. We are buddies, right? Besides, this little thing is very casual for you." Zhang Feng teased.
"Hey, just wait. By the way, there is one more thing. The organization has received Kunsha and is very satisfied with your actions. At the same time, it orders you to return to the country as soon as possible and not to stay in Japan for a long time." The gigolo reminded.
"I know, I think things here will be clear in the next few days, and I will go back as soon as possible. Also, gigolo, I think the harvest this time will definitely exceed your imagination. Do you want to come to Tokyo to help? Me?" Zhang Feng suggested.
"Let's talk!" The gigolo didn't give a definite answer and hung up the phone directly.
After communicating with the gigolo, Zhang Feng did not stop here anymore and drove quickly back to Tokyo Medical University.
Sitting in the room, he found the course schedule from the school's official website. There happened to be a class taught by Professor Mitsui tomorrow morning, which made Zhang Feng a little happy.