At ten o'clock, Lao Zhou appeared at the door of the hotel on time.

Seeing the black off-road vehicle coming, Nighthawk and his party, who had been waiting in the hall for a long time, picked up their simple luggage and greeted them.

As soon as the car stopped, Mengfei jumped out of the car first, opened the door for the Nighthawk and them, and Lao Zhou also stepped down from the off-road vehicle behind, followed by Monroe, who was dressed in professional clothes and wearing black-rimmed glasses.

"We're all here." Lao Zhou asked.

"Yes, it's all there." Nighthawk replied to Old Zhou's words.

"Okay, let's go." After saying that, Lao Zhou turned around and got into the car, Monroe smiled at them, stayed on the military thorn for a while, and then turned around and got into the car.

"Well, captain, you can take this for yourselves." Mengfei handed over a stack of documents, all of which were passports. Nighthawk took it and opened it to see that it was his own, and his name on it was Lu Tian. He went through everything and distributed it to everyone. It seemed that this time they both had new names, and Nighthawk told them to familiarize themselves with their current names so as not to make any mistakes, and everyone agreed, put away their papers, and got into the car first.

Mengfei closed the car door for them, turned around and ran to the car in front. As the door of his car slammed shut, the convoy began to slowly drive away from the door of the hotel, Nighthawk turned his head to look at the door of the hotel, and said with emotion in his heart, "Goodbye, comfortable life." "Next, it's time for a new mission.

The car drove all the way to the Capital International Airport, because they went out with a tourist visa, so they could only start from the airport openly, and then imagine sneaking in like in the past, which is basically impossible. Looking at the scenery along the way, everyone is a little intoxicated, a piece of spring outside the window is gloomy, making people think about it, a good life will always retain people's figures, but they understand better than others that a good life is to rely on their own hands to strive for, and now, they are going to work hard for these busy lives on the street.

The car line is very fast, not counting the traffic jams on the road, and it takes about an hour to get to the airport. After getting out of the car, Nighthawk found that in addition to Monroe and Mengfei who came with them this time, there were four more men in black suits behind Lao Zhou, all wearing black sunglasses, as tall as burly, and at first glance they were practitioners with unique skills.

Lao Zhou had been prepared for their expressions, and he didn't plan to explain them here, so he just smiled and took the lead into the airport. Nighthawk shook his head in confusion helplessly, and beckoned a group of people behind him who agreed to the puzzle to follow in.

Monroe deliberately walked beside Lao Zhou, not in contact with the Nighthawk, which made the military thorn have a lot of sense of loss, a few times he wanted to go forward to talk, but in the end he was stopped by Mengfei, Mengfei shook his head at him, and then continued to walk casually, although he didn't understand which play they were singing, but the military thorn still endured his curiosity, and could only look at Monroe from a distance to pass his own lovesickness.

"Please go to B4 to prepare for boarding." The sound of the service staff came from the airport radio, and Lao Zhou stood up and walked to the plane ticket gate with his four bodyguards. Nighthawk and the others also picked up their backpacks and walked towards the entrance where they were queuing.

Out of the ticket gate, down the stairs to the ground floor, an airport bus was already waiting there, everyone got on the bus one after another, and when everyone was full, the doors slowly closed, and drove quickly towards the plane on the tarmac.

"Hello, we're in first class." got on the plane, a black-faced bodyguard next to Lao Zhou asked the flight attendant standing in front of the cabin door. The stewardess looked at the ticket and said with a smile on her face, "Sir, please go ahead." With that, he opened a curtain to the front of the plane.

Wow, it's first class again, it seems that the style is not low, and the nighthawk who has been patronizing things has only now found that the ticket in his hand is written in first class. Last time, I sat once when I went to country T, not to mention, the first class is comfortable, two people sit on it, and the chair is very comfortable, unlike the economy class where three people are crowded together, not to mention how boring.

Everyone was very surprised, and actually gave them a first-class cabin at a high cost, lamenting that the conditions of the National Security Bureau were good, and under the guidance of the flight attendant, they all sat down in turn. The first-class cabin was not large, and after they sat down at the moment, there were only two rows of seats left.

"I bought all the tickets here, so you don't have to sit casually." Lao Zhou said in a bold manner, picked up a cocktail that the stewardess next to him had just poured for him, and snorted.

"Obediently, so arrogant, isn't this Lang spending public funds, if this is known by the Commission for Discipline Inspection." The monkey muttered blindly on the side, and the military thorn gave him a touch on the head, and said with a stern expression, "Don't slander the leader behind your back, and besides, we are from the National Security Bureau, do you know, the Commission for Discipline Inspection can't control our heads." ”

The monkey touched the sore head, tilted his head and said a few cruel words secretly. Lao Zhou smiled and said, "There must be a purpose for the package, think about it carefully, we will not spend the country's money indiscriminately." ”

At this time, a flight attendant walked in, and Lao Zhou immediately closed his mouth and drank the wine in his hand intently.

"Dear Sir, Madam, the plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts to avoid any unnecessary danger, and in order to maintain the safety of the plane while flying, please turn off all mobile phones." The flight attendant said safety tips with a smile on her face, and then walked up to check everyone's seat belts, and there was no problem, so she withdrew with a smile.

After the announcement of the plane's take-off, the rumbling engine slowly sounded, and soon the plane climbed into the blue sky and flew towards Tokyo, Japan.

Lao Zhou unbuckled the seat belt on his body, at this time, the black-clothed people he brought had already stood up, Lao Zhou looked at them, several people nodded, turned around and walked to the door curtain, two people walked out, and two stood in the door. Looking at the way they stood straight, it was clear that they were acting as guards.

Looking at everyone's surprised eyes, Lao Zhou put away his smile and said, "You all lean over here" with a low voice, Lao Zhou said with a heavy voice.

Nighthawk didn't know what was going on, as soon as he got on the plane, he was so mysterious, why couldn't he get off the plane and get to Tokyo, thinking about it, a few people still loosened their seat belts and turned the old surroundings into a circle.

"This time the plan has changed, after arriving in D-Beijing, there will be no informant secret protection, everything will be on our own, someone will provide us with vehicles, communication tools and weapons. Everyone is mentally prepared to fight a tough battle. ”

"What, there is no informant, then where do we go to find Matsumoto, we don't even know what Matsumoto is like, also, what strength he has in the local area, who is there to protect, the scope and time of his activities, we don't know anything, how to carry out the mission, what went wrong, what is the informant?" Nighthawk asked Lao Zhou obviously a little anxiously.

Lao Zhou said with a sad face, "Our informant is dead. ”

Everyone including Nighthawk was dumbfounded, shocked, how can a good informant report information two days ago, how can he say that he is dead.

Looking at the big guy's overwhelmed expression, Lao Zhou slowly shook his head and said, "He was discovered by Matsumoto's subordinates when he was reporting the news to us, Matsumoto forced him to say who he was contacting, our informant was very strong, and he didn't say a word until he died, and finally was torn up alive by Matsumoto's cruel pieces." ”

With a bang, Nighthawk slammed his fist into the arm of the chair with a loud sound, and his nails sank deep into his flesh in anger, and thin streaks of blood flowed down his clenched fists.

"These brutes, I want to kill this Japanese devil and avenge our comrades, and I can't let our compatriots shed blood in vain."

"He's not our compatriot, he's a Fuso."

"What, what do you say, the informant is a Fuso? Will the Fuso people be willing to die in order to keep the secret for our Z people? "It's not just Nighthawk who doesn't believe it, everyone present doesn't believe it.

"That's right, he's from Fuso, his name is Koji Kimura, and he's a friend of Fuso who is very friendly to country Z, and he's been our undercover agent for ten years."

Looking at the wide-eyed Nighthawks, Lao Zhou continued, "Kimura's father was an invading Fuso army in World War II, after the war, he regretted very much the sins he committed in country Z when he was young, and felt that he owed too much to country Z, and he has been educating his son, that is, Kimura, Fuso owes too much to country Z in history. ”

"Under the influence of his father, Kimura has had a good impression of country Z since he was a child, likes to study the history and culture of country Z, and came to country Z to invest and do business in his early years. Kimura's father used to be Matsumoto's father's old subordinate, so he was able to enter Matsumoto's side smoothly.

Over the years, a lot of information has been collected for us. He is a person who has contributed to our country, and this time we also contacted him as our liaison to Fuso, providing Matsumoto with a number of qiē activities. But just last night, he seemed to have gotten some information and wanted to send it out, but he was discovered by Matsumoto and killed, hey, it's a pity, so the next action can only rely on ourselves. Lao Zhou also said a little helplessly.

After listening to what Lao Zhou said. Nighthawk instantly developed a high respect for that friend of Fuso. Such a good man who does not care about life and death, sacrifices his life for righteousness, or a foreigner who is for the interests of other countries, now there are not many such people, and for his departure, Nighthawk is both sad and angry. The only thing he could do was to find this guy Matsumoto and solve him, and the problem of Yiqiē was gone.

"Then what are we going to do when we get there?" Nighthawk asked Old Zhou.

"Don't worry about this," Lao Zhou said, "Although we don't have the information provided by Kimura, the core person, we still have others, and after getting off the plane, we will find a place to live first, and then I will contact you." As for identity, we have to separate, I'm here to do business, the four of them are my bodyguards, Monroe is my secretary, and you're tourists. ”

Lao Zhou introduced the identity he had designed a long time ago. Nighthawk nodded, agreeing with his arrangement.