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The Tokyo Protection Corps has not yet arrived, martial law has been imposed inside and outside the Central Hotel, and Japanese soldiers wearing "gendarmerie" armbands are everywhere.

It seems that the Japanese are really a bit of a soldier.

There were some people standing sparsely at the door, holding cameras, looking forward to it, and they looked like reporters.

Of course, all of them are Oriental faces, needless to say, the vast majority of them are Japanese, and a few of them are smiling with low eyebrows, and they know that they are traitors at a glance.

Journalists should be the most backbone cultural people, but in them, you can't see half of the literati bones.

In addition to being servile and kneeling, it is also wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

The reporters who can come today are either reporters sent to China with local Japanese newspapers, traitorous newspapers that are close to Japan, and then some shameless traitor literati.

"Boss, looking at the posture, it's not easy to get in!"

"It's really a bit difficult, but it doesn't matter, this Tokyo protection group hasn't arrived yet, and I guess there are some people who haven't arrived, so let's go and rob one halfway."

"Grab one, good idea!"

Robbery on Zhongshan North Road Avenue is definitely looking for death, and it will be fine to change to a small and certain road, at least the Japanese will pay much less attention.

"Touch porcelain, will you?"

"Boss, what do you mean by touching porcelain?" Li Xiaogang asked.

"Stupid, touching porcelain is ......" Fang Xiaoyang has more life experience than Li Xiaogang, and knows what "touching porcelain" does.

"Isn't this a lie?"

"I didn't let you slander people, I just asked you to find a reason, let's rob someone. Get an identity. But I saw it clearly. Don't pick the wrong person. ”

"Don't worry, sir, I've seen this." Fang Xiaoyang said.

"Then you and Li Xiaogang come to play this play, I'll just watch it." Leng Feng said boldly with confidence.

"Boss, you're all right."

This is indeed a stupid way, but a stupid way is not necessarily a good way, and this luck is invisible and untouchable.

"It's coming!"

A black car drove over, and Li Xiaogang was about to step forward. was stopped by Leng Feng: "At least those who make cars have heads and faces, and their identities are not easy to use fraudulently." ”

Li Xiaogang nodded.

After about seven or eight minutes, another car passed by, and in it sat a woman with beautiful eye makeup, which was obviously not good.

Twenty minutes passed, and a suitable target did not appear, Fang Xiaoyang and Li Xiaogang couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Don't worry, you have to be patient with the job of touching porcelain, we still have time, just catch up." Leng Feng gently patted Fang Xiaoyang on the shoulder and said.

"Got it. Chief. ”

"Coming, coming......"

"Came on horseback. Still wearing a police uniform, it looks like a police officer? "Li Xiaogang sent the news of observation.

"The police are too eye-catching, let him pass."

"Hmm!"

After letting go of five or six groups of people, I finally saw a person coming in a rickshaw, who looked like a reporter, with a camera around his neck and a leather bag in his hand, constantly urging the driver to hurry up, and when he heard it, he was Japanese.

That's it!

Li Xiaogang rushed over at once, this kind of porcelain touching without technical content is only suitable for beginners like him.

Li Xiaogang almost crashed into the rickshaw.

This frightened the rickshaw driver, because of the inertia of the car, he couldn't stop the car at all, but it was a Japanese samurai who hit him.

Inevitably, the front of the car almost hit the spot and played a reversal.

The Japanese reporter sitting in the car was almost overturned on the ground, got out of the car in a hurry, and was about to point at Li Xiaogang and scold, when Fang Xiaoyang, who was already waiting, rushed up, covered his mouth from behind him again and again, and dragged him into an alley on the side of the road.

At the same time, Li Xiaogang made a move, knocked the rickshaw driver unconscious, threw it on the rickshaw, and quickly followed.

"Boss, this guy's name is Asami, and he is a military reporter at the Tokyo Daily Shimbun newspaper." Fang Xiaoyang briefly interrogated and got the identity information of this Japanese reporter.

"Shallow sea?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Leng Feng's mouth, this is really a nowhere to find a place to step through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

"Ichiro Asami, a native of XX Town, Tokyo......"

"You, how do you know?" Ichiro Asami was still dazed, and he didn't understand what the three Japanese ronin samurai were going to do to him, kidnapping and blackmailing?

He is just a small reporter, how much money can he have?

"The report of Takeshi Noda and Toshiaki Mukai's 'Knife Splitting 100 People' is from your masterpiece, right?"

"Your Excellency has seen my report?" Ichiro Asami was a little excited, because it was because of his four consecutive reports that his status in the Tokyo Nikichi Shimbun had greatly increased, and this time he had the opportunity to be qualified to attend the press conference of the Tokyo Protection Corps.

"I've seen it, I'm curious, were you there when the two lieutenants, Noda and Mukai, killed people?" Leng Feng asked.

"Some are there, some are not."

"yes, what do you think they do to kill someone?"

"Heroes, both of them are heroes of the empire, but it's a pity that Noda-kun unfortunately died." Asami said regretfully.

"Originally, for the sake of you as a reporter, there was no blood of the Chinese, and I wanted to spare your life, but unfortunately, your answer disappointed me." Leng Feng shook his head slightly, "Xiaoyang, pick off his clothes first, so as not to get dirty." ”

"Yes!"

Ichiro Asami died, on top of his report.

Leng Feng changed into Asami Ichiro's clothes and took his pass, as well as his camera and document bag.

"Boss, what to do with that rickshaw driver?"

"Find a place to tie it up, don't kill people, anyway, the Japanese will find out sooner or later, dig a pit and bury Ichiro Asami's body."

"Boss, why are you still digging a pit and burying it?"

"How can I make it easy for the Japanese to find it?" Leng Feng smiled slightly and explained.

"Okay, Xiaogang will come in with me in a moment. Xiaoyang. I've wronged you. Be a rickshaw driver and meet us at the door of the hotel. Leng Feng commanded.

Although there is a big gap between Leng Feng and Asamiichiro, those Japanese military police do not know each other, they only know the special pass of the military police headquarters and the invitation card for the press conference.

"This is my assistant, he ......" Unexpectedly, Li Xiaogang was stopped, and the gendarmes refused to let him in.

Leng Feng also knew that he couldn't be entangled, so he decisively asked Li Xiaogang to wait for him outside, ready to pick him up at any time.

Leng Feng entered the Central Hotel alone.

It is a four-story building with red and white accents.

Red wall. It is interspersed with white decorative lines, exquisite reliefs, toothed eaves, and a small bell tower at the top, with an attic-style foyer in the middle, and symmetrical wings, which is typical of European architectural style. On each floor, there are protruding European-style balconies with black carved railings, neatly arranged.

This is the largest and most luxurious hotel in Nanjing. There is no "one".

His original master was Jiang Zhengqing, a big businessman in Shanghai, before the fall of Nanjing. After the Japanese army entered the city, such a luxurious hotel was naturally occupied and opened up as a guest house to entertain military and political dignitaries who came to Nanjing.

The Emperor's special envoy, Vice Minister of War Umezu Mijiro, stayed here in Nanjing, and this time the Tokyo Protection Corps came to Nanjing, and they were also arranged to stay here.

Leng Feng approached the hall on the first floor, the marble floor, the light was shining, and stepping on it made him feel a sense of wealth.

This is indeed not a place for the poor.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" A Japanese maid in a colorful kimono walked over, leaned over and bowed her head and asked.

"Thanks, I want to go to some bathroom?"

"Yes, sir, please come with me."

"No need, just tell me the location." Leng Feng said, "I also want to visit such a luxurious hotel, even in Tokyo, Japan, which is rare." ”

"Okay, you go over here, turn left and walk five meters forward, if you want to visit, the first and second floors are no problem, but the third and fourth floors are not."

"Thank you!" Leng Feng nodded slightly in thanks.

Leng Feng had already gotten the information he wanted, and it was very likely that the Tokyo Protection Corps would stay on the third and fourth floors, but he had heard that the fourth floor of the Central Hotel was once the private domain of the owner, Jiang Zhengqing, and never did commercial business.

Now that the Japanese occupy this place, I don't know if it will be repurposed.

"Sir, you are not allowed to go up here." Leng Feng raised his leg and was about to go up to the third floor, when a cold voice came from behind him.

"You're a journalist, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, I'm a reporter for the Tokyo Daily News, and my name is Yano." Leng Feng subconsciously replied, and a bewitching Japanese maid appeared behind him, looking about only in her early twenties.

"Hello, Yano-kun."

"Miss, who is?"

"My name is Sakurako!"

"Sakurako, good name." Leng Feng nodded.

"It's the first time you've come to the Central Hotel, right?"

"Yes, it's the first time I've come to such a high-end and luxurious hotel, and I didn't expect there to be such a magnificent place in China!"

"That's why we're in China, aren't we?" Sakurako smiled slightly, an indescribable style.

"Yes."

"By the way, I'm not familiar with the environment here, can Sakurako-sama take me to the bathroom?" Leng Feng asked.

"Yano-kun, please come with me!" Sakurako nodded.

"By the way, I want to ask, can the phone of the hotel here work?" Leng Feng asked as he walked.

"Of course, is Yano-kun going to call someone?"

"A colleague of mine, when he came out, he said that he had an upset stomach, and I took him to the hospital first, and I want to call the hospital later and ask about his condition?"

"That's right, Yano-kun is really a careful person."

"Miss Sakurako complimented me."

"Yano-kun, this is the bathroom, Sakurako is out of company first." Sakurako led Leng Feng to the bathroom and bowed slightly.

"Thank you!" Leng Feng nodded, pushed the door and walked in.

In less than ten seconds, Leng Feng suddenly opened the door, and Sakurako was startled, and a trace of coldness flashed unnaturally in Leng Feng's eyes.

"Yano-kun, why are you ......" Sakurako was a little panicked, obviously with an expression of being discovered.

"I'm sorry, Sakurako-sama, I forgot to bring toilet paper, do you have one?" Leng Feng asked eagerly.

"Yes, yes, I'll get it for Yano-kun!"

Leng Feng looked at the back of Sakura as she turned around and ran away, her eyes were cold, this woman called "Sakura" was not simple. (To be continued.) )