There wasn't anything in the first place, and it was pretty quick to put it away.

Only some guns and equipment provided by Shimada are more troublesome, and they must not stay here, no way, free up two bags, load all the prohibited items, and under the command of Nighthawk, everyone helps the wounded to walk quickly towards the elevator.

Mengfei's blood has been transfused, and his face now looks like a layer of pig's liver, but he has a little blood and is no longer so pale.

Everyone sighed, put on Mengfei's overcoat, and Thorn and Monroe walked in front with his arms left and right.

The magpie's car was already parked downstairs. Lao Zhou had already gone down with his bodyguards first.

Nighthawk ordered the wounded to go first, and he and the mine walked at the back with their pouches on their backs, and it was difficult for so many people to walk together without arousing suspicion.

"Let's go" looked at the second elevator that had just opened the door, and Nighthawk and Mine walked straight inside. pressed the floor, clenched his fists nervously, and his eyes were fixed on the elevator door. No one knew that when the door opened, they would be greeted by the Fusang policemen with guns.

The door opened, and the lobby of the hotel was as quiet as ever, without a hint of anything out of the ordinary.

It seems that for the sake of its own business, the hotel has effectively controlled the spread of the news and wants to make the situation under control.

It's just that there are inexplicably more security guards, who are holding walkie-talkies and pinning electric batons to their waists, and they have to interrogate suspicious people who pass by.

Nighthawk and Mine walked naturally to the door. He could even faintly see the car parked across the road waiting to pick them up, and the frizzy driver.

Suddenly, Nighthawk smiled and turned to the mine and said, "Talk to me, two security guards have come to see me, don't let them suspect me." Pi Xiaorou didn't smile, in fact, his heart was already extremely nervous.

The mines weren't much better, so he laughed and thought about saying in Japanese, "I said, Shimada-kun, how many fish you said we could catch today, but I'm ready to show off my skills today." ”

Nighthawk immediately received, "Haha, it depends on your ability, my fishing rod is much more complete than you today, I heard that the fish in the waters over there are the most cunning." It can only be up to the individual's skills. ”

Nighthawk's expression was a little resigned, and the security guards who came over to check on them heard that the bag behind them was originally filled with fishing gear, and he looked at each other and walked aside, probably also a fellow believer.

Landmine sighed and secretly exclaimed, Nighthawk put away his smile, quickened his pace and said "Hurry up" without looking back, the speed was more than doubled, and he could already faintly hear the siren in the distance.

Out of the gate, around the fountain in front of the door, they almost raced to the other side of the road, the driver opened the door for them, and the two jumped up and sat down next to the black bear waiting for them.

As soon as the driver closed the door, the police car had stopped at the door of the hotel, and suddenly, more and more police cars drove over, and Nighthawk heard a ** voice commanding "Hurry, pull the cordon, block the hotel, and temporarily do not allow any guests to leave." ”

Nighthawk let out a long sigh, and it was almost impossible for them to get out, at least not by proper means.

"Drive," Nighthawk said softly to the driver.

This guy is still the same as the hanger, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car drove out with a bang, and deliberately rubbed it from the side of the police car as if demonstrating, provoking the police to scold the driver for whether there was something wrong with the driver.

Looking at the distant hotel, Nighthawk easily lay down on the seat, coming out at their most dangerous time, almost annihilated, now they have no strength to escape, let alone extra strength to deal with the police.

If the Fuso government found out about their existence, it would be a strict political diplomacy, and the organizational leadership would not want such a thing to happen.

"Report to Officer Suzuki, we checked all the vehicles in the parking lot, only these two have dead bodies in them, there are four in total, it seems that they have been dead for several days, and the corpses have begun to decompose, so there are guests who smell the stench." A police officer quickly reported what he had found to the officer in front of him.

Suzuki touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Four corpses?" Well, what kind of person is so cruel and hides the body in the car, is it a vendetta of the underworld? ”

He muttered to himself, slowly pacing to the car where the corpse was placed, covering his nose with a handkerchief, and carefully looking at the corpse that had been carried out of the trunk and placed on the ground.

"Officer Suzuki, I know this person. It's Shinno-kun. A crouching police officer saw Suzuki approaching and immediately stood up and told him what he knew in his heart.

"Huh? Do you know? Who is Shinno? Is it the underworld? Suzuki threw a few questions in a row.

"Oh! Niino-kun isn't all a member of the underworld, he's Matsumoto-sen's bodyguard, and he usually likes to go to bars, so he's a well-known gay. ”

"What? Matsumoto-chan's bodyguard? Are you sure? Suzuki suddenly raised his voice and said loudly to the officer.

"Oh! Yes, my family lives around there, and he's so famous in that area that I can't be mistaken. The officer calmly replied to Suzuki's words.

Suzuki straightened up, his face lost in thought again, and then shook his head, "It seems that I still have to report to my superiors." The car stopped in front of a small bar, the driver got out of the car and opened the door, didn't say anything, just smiled at the bar, looking at him like that, he didn't intend to lead them in, Nighthawk looked at the black bear helplessly, got out of the car and walked to the bar.

The bar hadn't opened yet, and the doorway looked deserted, with a gray curtain hanging from a wooden door, and a middle-aged woman in a kimono was waiting in front of it.

Seeing the three Nighthawks appear, he smiled and lifted the curtain with his hand and said, "They are all inside, come in." Seeing her kind face and fluent Chinese, it was very kind, and the three Nighthawks smiled politely at her and nodded, and bent down through the raised door curtain and walked in.

The bar is very bright, and judging from the décor, it should be a traditional Fuso bar.

The fuso-style tables and chairs are a little scattered, but they are well placed throughout the bar.

The long bar counter is made of whole wood. There is a large stove-like thing next to it, which seems to be used for cooking, and the furnishings in the sake brewery are very simple, and it seems that it is just a place to serve ordinary food and drink.

At this time, the middle-aged woman had already walked over, still with a kind face, bent down and waved her hand to a small door of the bar and said, "Everyone, please come with me." The woman turned and became a guide. Through the small door around the corner, into a closed alley, a wooden ladder stretches to the second floor.

On the second floor, Lao Zhou's bodyguard was standing at the door as a guard, and when he saw them coming, he nodded and opened the wooden door behind him.

Nighthawk lamented that it is no wonder that Fuso is so environmentally friendly in this country, and most of the things are basically made of wood, and there is not a lot of whitewashing that we have to do in our country. They all simply maintain the original color, which makes people feel like they are back to nature.

Lao Zhou and Magpie were already sitting on the sofa. Seeing the Nighthawk coming, he stood up with a smile, "You're late again, so everyone is worried, you are really unconscious." Lao Zhou scolded with a smile.

The three of them felt very warm when they listened to the words. Putting down the burden on his body, he found an empty seat and sat down.

"I don't know if we've been so unlucky, have we been unlucky lately? was first ambushed, and now he is being chased by the police all over the city, and he is really unlucky to come home. The thorn said with a grin, full of complaints.

"Don't complain, these should be expected things, it's just that we didn't correctly estimate the shape." Lao Zhou concluded, and the magpie also kept nodding on the side. "These are all worth summing up, and the incident has happened, so let's stay here for the time being, recuperate from our injuries, and re-investigate Matsumoto's whereabouts." Everyone nodded, now they really need a good rest, Nighthawk turned his head and asked Lao Zhou, "What kind of place is this?" How could that aunt just now know Mandarin? Lao Zhou didn't answer, and looked at the magpie with a smile.

The magpie immediately came up and said, "This is one of our secret intelligence stations, and we are using the identity of a bar to disguise it. The lady who was here just now, her husband is from Fuso, he has been living in Fuso for a long time, and he is our secret agent. "Nighthawk really couldn't have imagined that such a kind aunt would be an agent. It seems that the world around me is really unsafe, and who knows which of their friends will suddenly become a secret agent one day.

"Okay, you guys can rest more, and feel free to contact me if you have any questions." He turned to Lao Zhou again and said, "In the next two days, I will go to Shimada to inquire about Matsumoto's whereabouts again, and the task must continue without delay." ”

Lao Zhou nodded and agreed.

After sending the magpies away, everyone relaxed for a while, they were still too tired and needed a good rest.

"Suzuki-kun, is this all true?" The middle-aged man with gray hair sat down in a chair and asked in surprise.

"Yes, Director, the few people who died were all His Excellency Matsumoto's bodyguards, and they have been dead for several days, but Mr. Matsumoto has not reported them missing." Suzuki sat in front of the director, crossed his hands in his arms, and said with a stern expression.

"Well, I didn't call the police, Matsumoto-kun's bodyguards are very powerful, this is known to the outside world, the bodyguard who killed him, and Mr. Matsumoto didn't call the police, what does it mean?" The director said to himself.

After thinking for a while, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It should be like this." Seeing the suddenly relaxed director, Suzuki was a little puzzled, lying on the table with his hands, leaning his head forward and asking, "Director, have you thought of anything?" The director smiled mysteriously, and turned to Suzuki, "Suzuki-kun, you hurry up and tell Senator Matsumoto about this, I want to see how he reacts, if that's really the case, hehe." A dark smile flashed on the director's face, looking at Suzuki, who was full of confusion, the director leaned into his ear and whispered in a low voice, and soon, a gloomy and weird smile appeared on Suzuki's face.