He Zifeng stood up from the chair suddenly, didn't even look at Qin Yue, dragged Xiaoliu to the door, and asked him, where did the other party come from?

The Central Military Academy teaches the corps!

He Zifeng was stunned when he heard this, and taught the team? Isn't it the same as the one during the Battle of Songhu...... How did they get back? Who's coming?

I don't know. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Xiaoliu shook his head, but when they checked in, they took out their documents, and they were indeed teaching the team, and they were brave enough, they actually took out their documents here, aren't they afraid of being arrested by the Japanese?

Wrong! He Zifeng frowned, this is not right, they are definitely not teaching the corps, just like you said, in case someone reports, they only have the life of being arrested, they dare to do this, just want the Japanese to arrest.

Yes? Xiaoliu was suddenly confused, He Ye, I don't understand what you said about me, are they stupid? Came to Shanghai just to catch the Japanese?

You don't understand this. He Zifeng smiled, did you see them? Or have you observed any of their distinct facial features?

Xiao Liu shook his head, no, he stayed in the room all the time.

Very good! He Zifeng stood up and said to Xiao Liu, you go back, I'll go out to do something.

Don't you want us to stay with you?

He Zifeng shook his head, I'll just go to this matter myself, the French Concession is very safe.

Xiao Liu left, He Zifeng smiled at Qin Yue, I can't accompany you anymore, I have something to do, I will go in the evening.

9 o'clock!

He Zifeng didn't look back, raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture.

At the door of the Champs-Elysée Hotel, He Zifeng straightened the gown on his body, and then strode in, and the waiter at the front desk hurriedly walked over, is Mr. staying in the hotel?

No, I'm looking for someone. He Zifeng smiled, looked around, his eyes stayed on the shelf behind the front desk, and then, he took out a piece of fiat currency and stuffed it into the waiter's hand, I'll just go up to find my friend myself.

As he spoke, the waiter nodded politely and walked straight to the stairs.

Xiao Liu probed very carefully, Liu Donglai's room was in 306, He Zifeng walked halfway up the stairs, looked up, and then continued to go up.

The staircase is very bright, the corridor is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, pasted with oil painting window grilles, the sunlight penetrates, and the whole corridor is dressed up like a colorful world, He Zifeng walked forward, the thousand layers of the bottom stepped on the thick carpet, quietly, and walked like this for a while, he stood at the door of 306.

Knocked lightly on the door a few times, it was quiet inside, He Zifeng took a step back, just listened quietly, after a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps inside, slowly forcing into the door, He Zifeng took a step back, he heard the sound of the bolt pulling.

Who?!

A voice came from inside, hoarse, a little trembling, and seemed to be very nervous, He Zifeng did not answer, and he and the people inside were separated by a door, falling into silence.

After a long time, He Zifeng coughed and asked in pure Japanese, does Mr. Ito live here?

The people inside seemed to have lost their traces, and He Zifeng was not in a hurry, just stood silently like this, and after a while, the voice inside the door sounded again, what did you say? I don't understand, can you speak Chinese?

Does Mr. Ito live here?

This time, the hoarse voice quickly replied, sir, you have found the wrong room, I don't have Ito here!

He Zifeng was silent again, he didn't expect the other party to be so cautious, and he said in Japanese, if it was really that person, he should be eager to open the door, but now...... Things seem to be a little tricky.

Got it wrong? No, Yamaguchi-kun told me that Mr. Ito is in room 306 of the Champs-Elysée Hotel.

As if talking to himself, He Zifeng's voice raised a few degrees, I'm sorry, maybe my friend made a mistake.

After saying that, he took a few steps to the side, then took out the starlight, gently pushed it in the keyhole, stirred it back and forth a few times, and the door opened silently.

Just now, when he entered the hotel, he clearly saw that the key to 308 was hanging on the shelf behind the front desk, and he was sure that there was no one in this room.

The ears were gently pressed against the thin wall, there was no sound over there, He Zifeng frowned, the silence next door was terrifying, why was it so quiet?

Just when he was a little impatient, a voice sounded next door, a hoarse voice sounded, sir, why didn't you see that person just now? His Japanese is very standard, so he may be the one who came to check with you.

His Chinese is also very standard, pure Shanghai accent, another deep voice sounded, according to the plan, no one will appear in such a situation, this thing is a little strange.

Strange? The hoarse voice is a little confused, do you suspect that the wind has leaked?

Hasn't the rumor been leaked a long time ago? The deep voice seemed to smile bitterly, I didn't expect that I would go back to Shanghai this time, and it would be in such a posture, alas, life!

Sir, you ......

Well, don't talk about it. The deep voice interrupted the other party's words, according to the agreement, someone will come at dusk today, calculate the time, it should be about the same.

He Zifeng was shocked, he knew that there was not much time left for him, and he had to hurry!

Thinking of this, he didn't care about anything else, tore down the curtains, then found a match in the room, and immediately lit the curtains and threw them on the bed.

In just one minute, the smoke billowed from room 308, He Zifeng dragged the sheets and quilts hard, and the flames instantly covered the carpet, he rushed out of the room, shouting in his mouth, no! It's on fire! Run, everybody!

After shouting a few times in succession, several rooms opened the doors, and several people looked at it, but saw that there was already thick smoke billowing in the corridor, and they all panicked, and the third floor began to be noisy, and the residents ran out one after another.

He Zifeng had already run to the staircase, and when he looked back, the door of 306 was still not open, which made him confirm his guess even more, but after a while, the door opened, and the two men ran out with their mouths and noses covered, coughing continuously.

308 was next to 306, and although it didn't burn, the pungent smoke had filled room 306 and spread rapidly.

He Zifeng stood at the top of the stairs, his eyes were fixed on the two people, one of them ran out of the smoke-shrouded range, holding on to the wall and breathing heavily, He Zifeng's eyes lit up, and he rushed over instantly, before the other party could react, he clenched his left hand into a fist, his middle knuckle protruded, and hit the man's throat like a thunderbolt.

"Wow!"

A soft sound came from the man's throat, and then he grabbed his throat so hard that he wanted to breathe, his abdomen twitched, but the breath couldn't reach his lungs.

His face began to turn red, and finally he convulsed, trembled, and stumbled against the wall and fell to his knees on the floor, his face turning from red to purple and finally to purple.

"Poof!"

The man was no longer able to struggle, and fell to the floor in a suffocation, and the other man struggled like him from the middle punch to his death, but in vain, like him.

He Zifeng just stood like this, with thick smoke behind him, and in front of him were two bodies that had died of suffocation, one of which had a Chinese face, a flat head, and a mole on the left side of his chin......