Black Technology Monopoly

After three and a half hours of flight, the flight arrived at Kansai International Airport. Zhang Heng exchanged some yen at the banknote exchange office in the airport lobby, and then took the Limousine bus directly.

By the time it arrived at Sannomiya Station in Kobe, it was time for the evening.

Unlike Chinese cities, Japanese cities have different flavors. AKB and two-dimensional promotional posters everywhere, middle and high school students wearing sailor suits, and huge led screens displaying real-time news on the walls of the building constantly show their unique exoticism.

At this time is the peak of work, the wide crossroads are crowded with people, men and women, white-collar workers are crowded in front of red lights, their faces are numb, people flow side by side, vehicles flow endlessly.

Zhang Heng was hiding in the crowd with a peaked cap. Looking at the rushing crowd around him, instead, he shook his head. Zhang Heng picked up the shaking mobile phone and pressed the answer button.

"Her commander, the target begins to move towards Mount Rokko. You are about three kilometers away from the target."

"Unfortunately." Zhang Heng shook his head, took a taxi without expression, communicated with the other party in English, and then headed for Liujia Mountain.

"You are two kilometers from the target."

"The target has been stopped. It is confirmed as the Arima Onsen Hotel『 中 之 坊 瑞 苑 」, and you are about one kilometer away from the target."

"You are 500 meters from the target."

"You are one hundred meters from the target."

Yuehua's reminder kept coming from the mobile phone, and Zhang Heng's eyes gradually became cold.

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of the Zhongyuanfang Ruiyuan Hotel. After paying the money, Zhang Heng walked straight towards the hotel door.

Unlike modern hotels in the city, this is an Edo-style hotel. The trees on both sides are lush, but just at night, there is an empty mountain and a distant mood.

The dark black moon kills the night.

Zhang Heng silently put on his gloves and walked towards the door step by step. Before entering the door, a hotel service staff greeted him.

"My dog ​​is anxious, I am Amitome Maluka?"

Zhang Heng frowned. Although he didn't understand what the other party was talking about, he wanted to ask if he wanted to stay at the hotel, so Zhang Heng just nodded and walked into the hotel with the other side's nod.

"Which room does Fujiwara wing live in?" When he came to the front desk and waited without a smile, Zhang Heng asked in English first.

Hearing Zhang Heng's English, the front desk lady was obviously stunned, and then quickly bowed apologetically and shouted behind him. Suddenly, a fat man dressed as a hotel manager came out.

"Hello gentleman, do you need any help?" The man asked in a fluent English with a smile.

"I'm looking for Fujiwara Wings." Zhang Heng stared at each other's eyes. "Tell me which room he is in."

"You ..." The obese man suddenly froze. In Zhang Heng's cold eyes, he had the illusion of suffocation, and immediately ducked his head like a dodge, and asked again, "Are you a guest invited by His Excellency Fujiwara? If No, we cannot disclose information about guests. "

Zhang Heng frowned, then nodded unwillingly, "Yes, I'm a guest of Fujiwara Wing."

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." Obviously, this crappy lie did not convince the other party. Zhang Heng was wearing a hat and a mask at this time to cover his face strictly. The obese man did not dare to face Zhang Heng's eyes, but just picked up the phone on the counter and dialed a number.

Obviously, the other party knew the sensitive identity of Fujiwara Wing, so he remained vigilant against Zhang Heng.

"No need to dial." Zhang Heng also sighed, seeing that his purpose was not achieved. He turned it gently with one hand, and suddenly the whole body smartly stepped into the counter, and at the same time stretched out his palm in the air, a knife cut on the neck of the other person, and suddenly the obese man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The front desk lady, who did not speak English, watched all this happen. Before she could react, Zhang Heng came behind her again. The front desk lady only felt a pain in her neck and lost consciousness.

Stunning the two people accurately within one second is an incredible thing to ordinary people, even Zhang Heng who couldn't believe when he didn't get the dimensional star. But now he can do it at will, even without psychological fluctuations.

After doing all this, Zhang Heng looked around the hall. The hotel's lobby was empty because it was not a holiday. The waiter who had just greeted himself ran out to get guests again, which was cheap. Zhang Heng picked up a housing registration form and looked directly at the last position.

Obviously, it is impossible to have the name of Fujiwara Wing on the housing registration form, and the last registered name is Ozawa Toya, who lives in an outdoor hot spring room in the backyard of the hotel.

Zhang Heng, who got the answer, turned over the front desk again and walked towards the backyard.

However, as soon as he entered the backyard area, he saw four men standing in front of a Japanese sliding door. The four men were dressed in black uniforms and black sunglasses, for fear that others would not know that they were underworld. Waist bulging, at a glance, we know that weapons such as firearms are hidden.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and walked towards the four.

"Who are you!" One of the men yelled at Zhang Heng when he approached, but before he finished speaking, Zhang Heng suddenly hesitated at his feet, his speed suddenly increased, and he appeared in front of the other side like a lightning flash. !!

The man was shocked and rushed back to touch the waist, but before he felt the weapon, Zhang Heng appeared in front of the other person. Suddenly, the man only felt the stomach overturned and his body was weak, and he fell into the next second. Stomach coma!

"Baga!" The remaining three men then reacted and took out their pistols, but Zhang Heng was like a phantom, but he immediately subdued the first man and immediately appeared in front of the second man!

"Click!"

There was a crackling noise from the bones of the opponent's arm. As a trick, the black pistol in the man's hand had arrived in Zhang Heng's hand!

"Bang, bang!"

The three gunshots were almost in one piece. After the gunshot, a blood hole appeared in the eyebrows of the three men, and the three fell to the ground in an incredible look!

"Ah!" A woman's scream came from inside the door, Zhang Heng pushed the paper door open with an expressionless pistol. I saw a beautiful, naked woman in the open-air hot spring outside the backyard. Yelling.

Behind the woman was an obese middle-aged man with a mustache. At this moment, the obese man was panicking out of the hot spring and ran towards his pile of clothes.

"Bang!" Another gunshot, the man's leg burst into a big hole, the man screamed, his body suddenly lost his balance, and he fell heavily on the floor!

"Who are you!" The obese man screamed and looked at Zhang Heng, lying on the ground and moving backwards step by step, as if he could escape the death in front of him!

"Target confirmation." Zhang Heng looked closely at the man's appearance, and confirmed that this man was in the picture that Yuehua passed on to himself. Then he crooked his head and printed the muzzle on the forehead of the opponent.

"I'm the president of the Ai Sakura Club under the Yamaguchi group. Why did you kill me? If you kill me, you will die too. The Yamaguchi group will not let go ...!" After the cold face and the coldness in his eyes, a heart sank completely.

"boom!"

Before waiting for the other party to finish, Zhang Heng shot without hesitation. Suddenly, a large amount of blood and brain plasma splattered from the back of the opponent's brain and stained the hot spring!

"what!"

The naked woman on the side moved away behind in horror, but her legs seemed to be frightened and she couldn't stand at all. She could only keep watching Zhang Heng screaming like a pig.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" Zhang Hengbi gave out his index finger and made a snoring gesture to the other side, the woman suddenly understood, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands, but she couldn't hide her panic.

Seeing the other party's performance, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, he looked down and looked at the firearm in his hand-Beretta m9 pistol, a traditional detachable double-row magazine with a maximum loading capacity of 15 The gun has a length of 217 millimeters, a weight of 1,100 grams after loading, a warhead velocity of 390 meters per second, and an effective range of 50 meters.

These data quickly passed by Zhang Heng's mind. After Yuehua's special training, there is basically no gun in the world that he can't play, and this high-performance pistol is the training focus, although in reality he is The first contact with firearms, but not a little rusty, shooting with a gun almost became his instinct.

Zhang Heng smiled, threw the firearm into the hot spring pool, and turned slowly toward the hotel.

Although wearing gloves, today's technology still has a certain chance to extract physical evidence such as exfoliated cells from the gun, so throwing it into the water to destroy all evidence is the best choice.

It was not until Zhang Heng walked out of the hotel that the tumultuous noise in the hotel gradually spread ... 2k novel reading network