After a three-and-a-half-hour flight, the flight arrived at Kansai International Airport. Zhang Heng exchanged some yen at the banknote exchange office in the airport hall and then took the limousine bus directly.

By the time we arrived at Sannomiya Station in Kobe City, it was already evening.

Japanese cities have different flavors than those of China. AKB and two-dimensional posters, high school students in sailor suits, and huge LED screens on the walls of the building that broadcast real-time news all show a unique and exotic atmosphere.

At this time, it was the rush hour after work, the wide intersection was crowded, countless male and female white-collar workers were congested in front of the red light, their faces were numb, the flow of people was shoulder to shoulder, and the traffic was endless.

Zhang Heng wore a cap and disappeared in the crowd, looking at the crowd in a hurry around him, but there was an unreal trance, shaking his head, Zhang Heng picked up the vibrating mobile phone and pressed the answer button.

"Your Excellency, Commander, the target is starting to move towards Mt. Yurokko, and you are about three kilometers away from the target."

"It's not a coincidence." Zhang Heng shook his head, got into a taxi with an expressionless face, and communicated with the other party in English, and then drove towards Mt. Rokko.

"You're two kilometers from your target."

"The target has stopped, and it has been confirmed that it is the 'Nakanobo Ruien' hotel in the Arima Onsen area, and you are about a kilometer away from the target."

"You're five hundred meters from the target."

"You are a hundred meters from the target."

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

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of the Ruiyuan Hotel in Zhongzhifang, and after paying the money, Zhang Heng walked straight towards the hotel gate.

Unlike the modern hotels in the city, this is an Edo-era style hotel with trees on both sides, but at night, it has an empty mountain atmosphere.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills.

Zhang Heng silently put on gloves and walked towards the door step by step, and before he entered the door, a hotel service staff greeted him at the door.

"Dog Mi Wow, I'm Yadumi Head Maluka?"

Zhang Heng frowned, although he didn't understand what the other party was saying, but he thought that he was asking if he needed to stay in the hotel, so Zhang Heng just nodded, and walked into the hotel with the other party's nodding and courtesy.

"May I ask which room does Tsubasa Fujiwara live in?" When he came to the front desk, without waiting for the smiling waiter to speak, Zhang Heng asked first in English.

Hearing Zhang Heng speak English, the front desk lady was obviously stunned, and then quickly bowed apologetically, shouted behind him, and suddenly, an obese man dressed as a hotel manager walked out.

"Hello sir, how can you help?" The man asked with a smile on his face and in fluent English.

"I'm looking for Tsubasa Fujiwara." Zhang Heng stared at the other party's eyes, "Tell me which room he is in." ”

"Are you ......" The fat man was stunned for a moment, in Zhang Heng's cold gaze, he had the illusion that he was about to suffocate, and hurriedly lowered his head as if dodging, and asked again, "May I ask if you are a guest invited by His Excellency Fujiwara?" If not, we cannot disclose the guest's information. ”

Zhang Heng frowned, and then nodded reluctantly, "That's right, I'm a guest of Fujiwara Tsubasa." ”

"Okay, okay, please wait." Obviously, this lame lie did not make the other party believe that Zhang Heng was wearing a hat and a mask at this time, and he covered his appearance tightly. The fat man didn't dare to face Zhang Heng's eyes, just picked up the phone on the counter and dialed a number.

Obviously, the other party knew the sensitive identity of Tsubasa Fujiwara, so he maintained a high degree of vigilance against Zhang Heng.

"No need to dial." Seeing that his goal was not achieved, Zhang Heng also sighed. He flipped lightly with one hand, and suddenly his whole body deftly flipped into the counter, and at the same time, he stretched out his palm in mid-air, and slashed at the opponent's neck with a hand knife, and suddenly the fat man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The front desk lady who couldn't speak English on the side watched all this happen in a daze, and before she could react, Zhang Heng came behind her again, and the front desk lady only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and she also lost consciousness.

Accurately stunned the two of them in one second, which was simply an incredible thing in the eyes of ordinary people, even Zhang Heng couldn't believe it when he didn't get the dimensional star. But now he can do it at will, without even psychological fluctuations.

After doing all this, Zhang Heng looked around the hall. Because it was not a holiday, the lobby of the hotel was empty, and the waiter who greeted him just now ran out to solicit customers again, which was cheap Zhang Heng picked up a housing registration form and looked directly at the last position.

Obviously, of course, Tsubasa Fujiwara's name could not have been on the housing registration form, and the last registered name was Aya Ozawado, who lived in an open-air hot spring room in the backyard of the hotel.

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

However, as soon as I entered the backyard, I saw four men standing in front of a Japanese-style sliding door, all wearing black uniforms and black sunglasses, for fear that others would not know that they were the underworld. The waist is bulging, and at a glance, you can see that there are weapons such as firearms.

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

"Who are you?" When one of the men saw Zhang Heng approaching, he immediately shouted loudly, but before he could finish speaking, Zhang Heng's feet suddenly slammed, and his speed increased suddenly, appearing in front of the other party like a teleport!

The man was startled, and hurriedly touched his waist, but before he could touch the weapon, Zhang Heng appeared in front of the other party, and suddenly, the man only felt that his stomach was overturned, and his whole body was weak, and he fell into a stomach coma in the next second!

"Yaga!" The remaining three men reacted and took out their pistols one after another, but Zhang Heng was like a phantom, but as soon as he subdued the first man, he immediately appeared in front of the second man!

"Click!"

There was a tooth-aching cracking sound from the bones of the other party's arm, as if it was a trick, and the black pistol in the man's hand had already come to Zhang Heng's hand!

"Bang bang bang!"

The three gunshots were almost continuous, and when the gunshots passed, a blood hole had appeared in the center of the eyebrows of the three men, and the three of them fell to the ground one after another in an incredible look!

"Ahh A woman's scream came from inside the door, Zhang Heng pushed open the paper door with a pistol on his expressionless face, and saw a beautiful and naked woman screaming loudly in the open-air hot spring in the backyard outside the house.

Behind the woman was an obese middle-aged man with a mustache, who was crawling out of the hot spring in a panic and running towards his laundry.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and a large hole exploded in the man's leg, and the man screamed miserably, and his body suddenly lost his balance and fell heavily to the floor!

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

"Target confirmed." Zhang Heng carefully looked at the man's appearance and confirmed that this person was the appearance on the photo that Yuehua passed to him, so he tilted his head and imprinted the muzzle of the gun on the other party's forehead.

"I'm the president of the Yamaguchi-gumi's Sakura Club, why are you killing me, if you kill me, you will also die, and the Yamaguchi-gumi won't let ...... go!" The man screamed loudly, but after seeing the other party's masked face and the coldness in his eyes, his heart sank completely.

"Bang!"

Before the other party finished speaking, Zhang Heng shot without hesitation, and suddenly a large stream of blood and brain pulp splashed out from the back of the opponent's head, staining the hot spring red!

"Ahh

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

"Shhh

Seeing the other party's performance like this, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction, and only then did he have the mood to look down at the firearm in his hand - Beretta M9 pistol, a traditional detachable double-row magazine, with a maximum loading capacity of 15 rounds, a gun length of 217 mm, a weight of 1,100 grams after loading, a muzzle velocity of 390 meters per second, and an effective range of 50 meters.

These data quickly passed through Zhang Heng's mind, after Yuehua's special training, there is basically no kind of firearm in the world that he can't play, and this kind of high-performance pistol is the focus of training, although in reality he is the first time to contact firearms, but there is no rustiness, raising a gun to shoot has almost become his instinct.

Zhang Heng smiled, threw the firearm into the hot spring pool, turned around and walked slowly towards the outside of the hotel.

Despite wearing gloves, today's technology still has a certain chance of extracting physical evidence such as detached cells from the gun, so throwing it into the water and destroying all evidence is the best option.

It wasn't until Zhang Heng walked out of the hotel that the commotion in the hotel gradually came out......