282.
Soon, I received the information sent by the gigolo.
The man at the front desk is thirty years old, unmarried, and the logistics company he belongs to is a third-rate company.
The information is very detailed, even including when he wet the bed as a child, what is the name of the chicken that he has maintained for a long time even though he is not married now, and where does he live.
As for Professor Mitsui's information, there are only a few sentences. Just like what the gigolo said on the phone, this information can be found casually on the Internet.
His brows furrowed slightly, and he deleted the information after keeping it in his mind.
The next day, after waking up in the morning, Zhang Feng put on his cap and backpack and walked into the gate of Tokyo Medical University.
After eating in the cafeteria, we casually strolled around the school.
I looked down at my watch, it was already around eight o'clock.
He slowly walked to the bench on the lawn downstairs of the neuroscience teaching building and sat down. He took out a book from his backpack and started reading.
The breeze is gentle, slowly carrying the fragrance of vegetation.
A bulletproof car drove quickly into the school gate and stopped in front of the neuroscience teaching building.
Zhang Feng also raised his head slightly, with a sneer on his lips, the real master was here.
Professor Mitsui walked out of the car surrounded by three bodyguards.
At about seventy years old, his hair is completely white, but his energy is hale and hearty. His eyes do not look old at all, but are extremely clear, like a newborn child.
From the demeanor and movements of the three bodyguards, Zhang Feng could tell that all three of them were soldiers.
What the gigolo said was indeed true. Professor Mitsui was really a national treasure-level scientist, and he was accompanied by Japanese special forces guards.
He lowered his head and put his eyes back on the book in his hand, no longer paying attention to the past.
One of the three bodyguards followed Professor Mitsui into the teaching building, while the other two stood on both sides of the car with their hands behind their backs, looking around expressionlessly.
Whenever a student approaches, his expression is warning.
The students seemed to be used to this situation, so they didn't show any surprise.
After sitting on the bench for another hour and forty-five minutes, Zhang Feng put away the books in his hands and stuffed them into his backpack, and walked quickly out of the school.
Professor Mitsui’s class time is only two hours, so it’s still
He would be walking out in fifteen minutes and would start preparing himself.
Walked out of the school gate and got into his car.
He took out the pistol from his pocket, checked it to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, turned on the safety, and put it at hand.
Light a cigarette, smoke slowly, and wait quietly.
Fifteen minutes later, the bulletproof car in which Professor Mitsui was riding slowly drove out of the school gate.
After waiting for another ten seconds, Zhang Feng started the accelerator and followed him from a distance.
Zhang Feng deliberately kept a distance from the car in front to prevent the other party from finding out that he was being followed.
According to Zhang Feng's expectation, Professor Mitsui's car might drive towards the unknown manor, which would explain all the problems.
But the reality is not like this, but the opposite.
An hour later, the vehicle parked outside an upscale apartment. The same bodyguard escorted Professor Mitsui into the apartment.
Stopping the car far away, Zhang Feng hesitated whether to get out of the car and attack Professor Mitsui.
After a little hesitation, I gave up the idea.
Professor Mitsui's identity is different from Kunsha. Khun Sa is the biggest drug lord in the chaotic land, and anyone can kill him without fear of being held accountable.
But Professor Mitsui enjoys a high reputation in the global scientific community, and he is even more extraordinary in Japan.
If you take action against Professor Mitsui without sufficient evidence, you will not only offend the entire scientific community, but you will also have to bear the wrath of the Japanese country.
Just because he gave up attacking Professor Mitsui, it didn't mean that Zhang Feng would wait and do nothing.
He set his sights on Dairo Maeda! No matter how big the mystery is, as long as you can grasp one of the key clues and follow the clues tightly, the truth will be revealed.
With the information provided by the gigolo, Zhang Feng found Dairo Maeda's home with ease.
Sneaking in, there were pieces of messy clothes scattered on the floor, and a strange smell filled the whole house.
The smell of smelly socks and rotten fast food all mixed together.
He took out his shoe covers and gloves from his backpack, put them on his hands, and walked cautiously toward the room.
The messy quilts in the room were piled up in a roll on the floor, and there was a light layer of ashes on the kitchen floor. It was obvious that the front desk man, as the owner, had not been there for a long time.
Have been in.
Several fast food boxes were scattered on the coffee table in the living room, and some food residues were even covered, and there were even maggots crawling around.
"Made, the living environment is really bad." He muttered a curse.
Seeing a few newspapers placed under the coffee table, he casually took them out and put them under his buttocks and sat on the sofa.
Although he was not sure when the front desk man would come back, Zhang Feng was not in a hurry. As a special operations personnel, the most important thing is patience.
Don't smoke, don't move, don't talk, just wait.
After waiting for more than ten hours, the door was opened from the outside at two o'clock in the morning.
Maeda Dairo was drunk and his eyes were blurred, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of alcohol.
When he entered the house, he didn't turn on the light, and he staggered and kicked off his shoes.
He threw off his coat and staggered towards the bedroom.
He never even saw Zhang Feng sitting on the sofa in the dark.
Entering the bedroom, Maeda fell on the quilt, and after a while he began to purr.
With a sneer on his lips, Zhang Feng stood up slowly, pulled out the pistol from his waist and held it in his hand.
He opened the door and walked into the bedroom, turning on the light in the room for the sleeping Maeda Dairo.
She walked up to him and squatted down, reaching out and gently patting Maeda Dalang on the face.
"Hmm..." Maeda Dalang murmured, turned his back to Zhang Feng and continued to sleep.
The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched unconsciously. The quality of his sleep was really good, and he didn't even wake up like this.
He tightened the pistol in his hand and slapped Maeda Dairo in the face with his other hand.
There was a crisp sound of 'pop'.
Dairo Maeda woke up at the sound, and the muzzle of a black gun suddenly hit him, directly smashing his front teeth and inserting it into his mouth.
Speaking in the Japanese language that he had just learned and was not very proficient in, he said lamely: "Don't move! Move or die!"
Maeda Dairo didn't care about the severe pain in his teeth. His eyes were full of fear. Hearing Zhang Feng's words, he nodded like garlic.
"I ask you questions and you answer me. If I am satisfied, you will live. If I am not satisfied, you will die! Do you understand?" Zhang Feng continued to speak.
"Woo!" Maeda Dairo whined, nodding his head.