Hunting for Beauty

"who is it?"

Ren Xiaoyao asked.

Xu Wenbin went on to say: "Fan Tian Masao, male, 38 years old, graduated from Tokyo National University, a senior intelligence analyst in Japan's third division of intelligence, and is responsible for intelligence collection and analysis on China."

"What about the woman?"

Ren Xiaoyao asked.

"Li Chunyu, a student studying in Japan, was recruited by Fan Tian Zhengxiong into the third department of intelligence during his stay in Japan. At the same time, he was Fan Tian Zhengxiong's assistant at work and his lover in life. He directly obeyed Fan Tian Zhengxiong's command. This woman is Yang Feng's. The first lover originally thought that City A would use Yang Feng to steal the business information related to the Longxiao Group. Because Yang Feng was here, they came to County W. The two found that Baiwu Stone was very profitable, and now they are planning to let the big capitalists of the country come invest in China and earn huge foreign exchange.”

Xu Wenbin said.

Ren Xiaoyao opened the file bag, took out the information about Li Chunyu in it, and flipped through it roughly, and then said coldly: "I don't want to be an upright Chinese, but I want to be some kind of lackey of Japanese dwarfs, and let people sleep, like her." This kind of **** that has lost the face of the Chinese people should not exist in this world at all!"

Xu Wenbin showed a cruel smile on his face, and said: "In this life, she can only be a prostitute, and has no hope of becoming a human again!"

Ren Xiaoyao also smiled when he heard the words, and said: "Why, your National Security Bureau has already evaporated him to the world? Your National Security Bureau is really fast enough!"

Xu Wenbin interjected: "Didn't you just say that a woman like her shouldn't exist in this world at all? Unfortunately, the boss of our National Security Bureau also has the same opinion as you, so he directly Vaporized by the world."

"Yang Feng, how are you going to deal with it?"

Ren Xiaoyao asked the question he was most concerned about.

"That's why I came to see you today."

Xu Wenbin raised his head and glanced at Ren Xiaoyao before smiling and said, "What do you think we should do with it, this is a capable employee of the investment department of Long Xiao Group?"

Ren Xiaoyao looked at Xu Wenbin in front of him, with a treacherous smile on his face and said: "There are so many accidental deaths in China every year, such as car accidents, floods, overdose of sleeping pills, gas poisoning, etc. It seems normal to have one more person named Yang Feng among these people. What do you think?"

"We know what to do!"

Xu Wenbin nodded.

Suddenly, another sentence popped up: "Captain Ren, do you want to go and watch our smart capture of Japanese spies?"

Ren Xiaoyao picked up the small steel pliers in his hand again, cut off a big plier of the hairy crab on the plate and said: "I have nothing to do tonight anyway, if I don't charge tickets, I'll just take it as a movie. Anti-spy movie is ready!"

In Room 208 of a four-star hotel in H City, Masao Fakata, who has a tall and burly figure that is rarely seen among Japanese, is walking back and forth anxiously in the living room.

He suddenly stopped and thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone again and dialed the mobile phones of Li Chunyu and Yang Feng, but what came from the phone call was still the voice of the automatic reply system of the telecom bureau that the other party had turned off their phones.

"Could it be that their identities have been leaked?"

Fan Tian Zhengxiong knew very well what "disclosure" of his identity as an intelligence officer represented, and he had a very bad premonition in his heart for no reason.

"The 36 plan is the best plan!"

Sensing that something was wrong, Masao Fantian decisively chose the strategy of temporarily returning to Japan and then finding a way to contact Li Chunyu and Yang Feng.

Of course, the premise is that when Li Chunyu and Yang Feng will continue to live in this world, and there is still use value.

A few minutes later, when Fan Tian Zhengxiong walked from the bedroom to the living room with his suitcase, and was about to reach out to open the door, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Fan Tian Zhengxiong put the suitcase on the ground casually, and pulled out a pistol from his waist that was completely black and gleamed with a cold light under the light of the living room, and asked loudly, "Who is it?"

"A room attendant in the hotel services department."

There was a sound of mandarin with a strong local accent coming from outside the door.

"You found the wrong room, I didn't ask for any service today!"

Feeling a little bit wrong, Masao Masahiro quietly opened the safety of the pistol in his hand.

"Please open the door, I am sending an invitation."

The waiter outside the door seemed a little impatient, and his voice was obviously much louder.

"Invitation?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Fan Tian Zhengxiong's mouth. These rigid-minded Chinese agents are still playing this trick in what age. If the person standing outside calling the door is a prostitute, he would not be suspicious, because of this kind of thing Every big hotel in China will exist.

Fan Tian Zhengxiong pulled out a jade pendant from his clothes, put it on his lips and kissed it, and said in a low voice to himself: "Xinzi, it seems that I am going to die in a foreign country today, and I have not fulfilled my promise to marry you." I'm so sorry!"

Taking a deep breath, to stabilize his somewhat out-of-control emotions, Fan Tian Zhengxiong opened the door a crack with a calm expression on his face and looked outside. There was a man dressed as a waiter standing outside the door, holding a A tray with a big red invitation on it.

"Who invited me?"

Fantian Masao asked with a smile on his face.

"Sir, this is an invitation sent by the general manager of the hotel to every guest staying in the hotel to celebrate the fifth anniversary of the hotel's opening. The party will be held at the banquet hall on the second floor at eight o'clock tonight. Don't worry, sir. The event does not require any expenses, not only can you enjoy free food, but also every guest who arrives can also receive a beautiful small gift from the hotel, sir, please come and visit us when the time comes!"

The waiter spoke very skillfully, it seems that I have said it countless times before.

Seeing that the guest didn't seem to have any interest in this kind of activity where you can eat for free, the waiter went on to brag like a tongue: "Sir, you are really lucky this time, this event not only It's completely free, and our hotel has specially invited two celebrities to come to add to the fun.

"What celebrity?"

Fan Tian Zhengxiong didn't seem to be in a hurry, and asked with a faint smile on his face.

"One is Mr. Ma Yujia, a famous pianist in Hong Kong, and the other is Mr. Liang Shuangwen, a famous critic from the Mainland."

The waiter replied with a smile on his face.

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"Okay, thank you, I will definitely go then."

The expression on Fan Tian Zhengxiong's face remained unchanged, and he still smiled plainly. He took a 50 yuan bill and handed it over as a tip.

At this moment, when the waiter at the door reached out to receive the banknotes, his middle finger and index finger suddenly moved, and he directly sandwiched one between the two fingers and flashed it under the bright light of the aisle. With a cold light, the thin needle greeted the other party's outstretched hand.

At this time, there was a sneer on Fan Tian Zhengxiong's face, and he stretched out his hand to the side to avoid the fine needles from the opponent, and then grabbed the opponent's wrist with a grinning hand and pinched it hard, All of a sudden, there was a "crack" sound of bones breaking, and the waiter's face showed a painful expression, and the thin needle in his hand fell to the ground.

Fan Tian Zhengxiong pulled the "waiter" outside the door into the room and stood in front of him, pointed the pistol at his head and shouted: "Don't mess around, I have hostages in my hands!"

Before Fan Tian Zhengxiong finished speaking, several national security agents rushed in with pistols in their hands. One of the leading men saw that one of his own was being held hostage by the other party, and hurriedly shouted: "I have something to say!" , don't mess around!"

"Get out, tell all your people to get out, or I will kill the hostage!"

Fan Tian Zhengxiong yelled at the agents of the National Security Bureau who pointed their pistols at him in the room.

It may be because he knew that he had come to the end of his life, so at this time Masao Tanta seemed very emotional.

The calmness just now disappeared without a trace, and the veins on his forehead burst out one by one because of the emotional tension, making his already gloomy face look even more terrifying.

"Fortunately, you are still an elite agent of Japan's special high-tech intelligence department. According to the rules of our industry, you should know that it is meaningless to take hostages."