There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 151 - 86: Night Killer (5.8)_2

So my suggestion is that you find a designated driver, go home, and sleep. Don’t make your wives or children come to the station to bail you out in the middle of the night."

...

Ten minutes later.

In a small room of a nearby teahouse.

After having a cup of sobering tea, Zhang Feng looked at Captain Sun, who was deep in thought, "Why did you ask for me?"

"Oh." Captain Sun slowly came back to his senses and asked, "Do you know Zheng Lin and Fu Feng, these two people?"

"What?" Zhang Feng didn’t want to remember more names, taking up brain space, "Speak plainly, what’s the matter?"

"Those two just now, they are Zheng Lin and Fu Feng." Captain Sun replied solemnly, "They want to kill you, and they have a problem; they’re suspected professional assassins with blood on their hands."

"Kill me?"

Zhang Feng paused for a moment, then asked, "Why do they want to kill me? And you said they have blood on their hands. These so-called professional assassins, is it speculation? Or?"

"It’s not speculation, but there’s no evidence." Captain Sun took a long breath, gritting his teeth against these criminals, "They both have martial skills, strong anti-detection abilities, and can easily clean any evidence of their traces.

So we can’t get concrete evidence to convict them."

"In the absence of evidence, they’re innocent." Zhang Feng knew this, then looked at the bitter Captain Sun, "Captain Sun, do you have evidence that they want to kill me?"

"Yes." Captain Sun nodded, then took about two or three minutes, seemingly making up his mind, and pulled out a slightly crumpled A4 paper,

"To be honest,

I’ve had my eye on them for a while, and arranged for an informant from the black market to get close to them.

This informant of mine knows some eavesdropping techniques and is very skilled, installing eavesdropping and detection devices in some of their spare phones.

Coincidentally, they’ve been using one of these spare phones in the past few days."

Captain Sun spread the A4 paper out in front of Zhang Feng,

"Yesterday, the device caught several segments of their conversation, which I converted to text. Take a look.

Or if you want to listen to the recordings, I can also provide them."

"No need." Zhang Feng interrupted his move to take out the recordings and looked at the A4 paper.

It featured several timestamps.

...

Yesterday evening at 20:36

(Zheng Lin: Just got a call, it’s You Shanhu)

(Fu Feng: You Shanhu? What’s he looking for us? Even though we and his nephew are in the same city, we haven’t offended him. His nephew’s death has nothing to do with us)

(Zheng Lin: But now it matters, because You Shanhu transferred a large deposit to my overseas account, hiring you and me to kill Zhang Feng)

(Fu Feng: Kill the Grandmaster? Are you crazy?)

(Zheng Lin: I’m not crazy, but the money drives me crazy. Isn’t he just a suspected Grandmaster? Can he stop bullets? Besides, both you and I have achieved Great Success in Dark Force, why shouldn’t we try?)

...

This morning at 9:32

(Zheng Lin: Hey, I was at Sect Leader Zheng’s, you know (scouting, looking for an opportunity), but now I’ve seen Zhang Feng leave, I just got in a taxi following him, you come out as well)

...

10:02

(Zheng Lin: Hey, the airport, come quickly, I saw him board the plane, I’m booking an afternoon flight)

(Fu Feng: Got it, I’ll be there soon)

...

21:37

(Zheng Lin: It’s easy to find famous people, asked around, found out Zhang Feng is looking for the master brother of Eight Trigrams Palm)

(Fu Feng: Okay, let’s keep surveillance first, prepare guns tonight)

...

Just a few short sentences.

From the words and the two men’s tailing earlier, Zhang Feng knew they were indeed eager to kill him.

The assassination by two Dark Force experts was indeed a bit frightening.

Especially since they plan to use guns, completely disregarding martial virtues, only focusing on force.

"Not bad, pretty good." After reading, Zhang Feng nodded, thinking these people were indeed straightforward, befitting martial arts experts.

Perfectly explained what efficacy and practicality are.

Particularly, their disguise was quite good.

At least, on his way to board the plane earlier, he was thinking about optimizing a prescription and didn’t notice Zheng Lin at all.

Even when he saw them downstairs after dinner just now, he didn’t feel that they wanted to kill him.

"This... this is not bad?" Captain Sun thought he heard wrong, "They want to kill you, and you think that’s not bad? Master Zhang, are you serious?"

"Of course, I’m serious." Zhang Feng smiled, "When I said not bad, I meant they weren’t stupid for not thinking about being on the same flight as mine, otherwise it would have ended on the plane."

"On the plane?" Captain Sun shook his head, "At tens of thousands of meters high, aren’t you afraid they’ll go down with you?"

"They don’t have a chance." Zhang Feng pointed to himself, "I’m in first class, very close to the cockpit. If anyone tries to get near the cockpit to sabotage the plane and go down with me,

do you think they can get past me?"

Of course, Zhang Feng didn’t say one more thing.

That is, before boarding the plane, facing aerial danger was a certain death situation, but he was reminded by a method that as long as he dies, the time would reset to before boarding, not just ten minutes earlier.

So Zhang Feng wasn’t afraid and wanted to experience the feeling of flying on a plane.

Because Zhang Feng had never flown before.

This yearn to experience the weightlessness of takeoff.

"They certainly won’t get past you." Captain Sun put away the A4 paper, "But now it’s not certain, because they may have guns now."

"Guns?" Zhang Feng inquired, "So this time you asked for me to help you apprehend them across provinces? Or what?"

"I’m acting privately, so you’re not assisting." Captain Sun said seriously, "Now I’m acting as a Martial Artist, unwilling to delay anymore, unwilling to find more conclusive evidence, and unwilling to see them get away any longer.

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