The City Hunter (Complete) - 22

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Chapter 142 Infiltrating Tokyo

Zhang Ziwen's words were blunt and direct, revealing the CIA's methods of silencing witnesses. It wasn't that he was exceptionally skilled

or daring; sometimes being direct was necessary. Dealing with this old shark required showing your hand, laying everything on the table.

The cooperative relationship didn't mean he had to obey her every whim. Creating difficulties, standing her up, digging into her past—

being direct was one of those tactics. Playing mind games with the spy chief in front of him was useless; his words clearly stated he wanted conditions,

and the consequences were not his concern.

The young man before her was difficult to deal with, that was Catherine's current thought. His terms were very clear,

and had unequivocally revealed information to her: without exchanging intelligence, the plan would immediately fail

. He had also bluntly exposed the CIA's true intentions, meaning the young man was well aware of the consequences, openly discussing

murder to silence her. While the CIA often did this, such talk was

unacceptable . She knew she couldn't brush it off, because she knew Zhang Ziwen wouldn't give her any extra time to maneuver.

Two paths lay before her: exchange intelligence and continue the plan; or ten years to eliminate any future trouble. She

weighed the pros and cons. The East Turkestan movement needed to be punished anyway, so she decided to give him some information

. If cooperation continued, her intuition told her that with his cooperation, the secret plan had a high chance of success, and the Asian

department's biggest project could be successfully completed. The military would no longer engage in verbal sparring with the CIA, and the president

had given his approval. Moreover, given the young man's methods, there wouldn't be any lingering problems afterward. His conditions were clear

; as long as they were agreed to, he wouldn't cause the CIA any trouble. 008 had already guaranteed this.

She trusted 008, her trusted subordinate who had carried out numerous dangerous missions.

Catherine weighed the pros and cons and felt there were no downsides. Sacrificing a few East Turkestan secret bases could yield

so many benefits, satisfying both superiors and subordinates, and easing her own pressure considerably. This plan was urgent, and

everything was prepared. There was no room for last-minute changes. Even if cooperation with the young man failed, killing him

wouldn't be easy. Aside from the difficulty of explaining to 008, the young man's wife was

not someone to be trifled with. Furthermore, intelligence indicated that this man was extremely skilled; her agents

would likely pay a price to eliminate him head-on. Using missiles was out of the question; such a commotion would be uncontrollable, contradicting

their initial intentions . Even if he didn't cooperate, there was no need to harm him.

Catherine gently stirred her coffee, her thoughts unfolding with each stir.

Zhang Ziwen didn't disturb her; he was also analyzing the old shark's strategy. The advantages clearly outweighed the disadvantages. His biggest bet

was on Chen Yan. He trusted Chen Yan wouldn't betray him. His willingness to expose the CIA's methods was

largely due to Chen Yan. Since Chen Yan dared to seek temporary cooperation, this childhood friend should be able to

guarantee his safety. He always trusted his friends implicitly. Getting on this bandwagon was like entrusting his

life to Chen Yan; otherwise, he wouldn't have readily agreed to cooperate. With the CIA's strong support, the chances of success were much greater than acting

alone Thinking this, he glanced at Chen Yan. The guy was also looking at him.

Their eyes met, a spark ignited, and Chen Yan smiled slightly, his eyes burning with intensity, his meaning

clear: rest assured, he wouldn't let his friend get hurt in front of him. It seemed Chen Yan had read Zhang Ziwen's

mind .

Zhang Ziwen smiled knowingly, indicating he understood. This guy seemed to be a true friend after all; he hadn't trusted

the wrong person.

Catherine picked up her coffee, took a small sip, and seemed to have made up her mind. Zhang Ziwen watched her with a smile; she seemed

relaxed as she drank her coffee, and he could sense a positive sign. Catherine's expression

remained , her demeanor serene. Her expression revealed nothing of her inner thoughts. She and Zhang Ziwen

shared a common trait: they liked to use a small object to conceal their true feelings, one a coffee, the other a cigarette.

Catherine looked at the smiling Zhang Ziwen. The young man's smile was infectious—open, selfless, and straightforward.

Faced with that sunny smile, she suddenly felt an inexplicable fondness for him. She smiled back,

a smile of appreciation for a younger man, and extended a friendly hand.

"As you say, deal." Catherine had made her decision and didn't waste any more words.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Zhang Ziwen shook her hand; he sensed her friendly attitude.

Two lists of locations of secret East Turkestan bases and the names of key figures in charge were handed to Zhang Ziwen as

an advance payment. After the job was done, three more sets of East Turkestan documents would be transferred to him in Japan. To Zhang Ziwen's surprise

, these documents were sifted out of a messy pile of papers on his desk by Catherine. The intelligence he

had risked life to obtain was kept in such an inconspicuous place; at the very least, it should have been in

a safe! Zhang Ziwen was astonished. With US dollars now in exchange for intelligence, Catherine no longer mentioned the million-dollar reward. Saving money

was still necessary; the CIA was notoriously stingy, a fact Zhang Ziwen knew all too well. This intelligence was far too valuable! One

million US dollars! He felt a pang of pain at the thought of his reward…

At 10 PM, a flight bound for Tokyo took off from Reagan National Airport in Washington, D.C., and quickly disappeared into the vast

night sky. The twinkling stars in the night sky foreshadowed a clear day for Washington, but what kind of

weather ?

Inside first class, Zhang Ziwen reclined his chair and lay comfortably, thoroughly enjoying himself. He

'd flown on military planes countless times, but this was his first time on a commercial flight. The special plane to the US, though he was unconscious

, didn't count. This time was different; first class was luxurious and comfortable, and the flight attendants were friendly. Zhang Ziwen was most interested

in the flight attendants upon boarding, but he was slightly disappointed. They weren't as beautiful as he'd heard. Above average looks,

with a certain air about them, and a polite smile on their faces—that was his assessment. Having frequently dealt with stunningly beautiful women, he

immediately ; rumors couldn't be entirely trusted.

"Hey, Mosquito, you think I can protect you, huh?" Chen Yan,

also an eye mask. "Too fussy," Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself.

"What good is an eye mask when you're asleep?"

"Hehe. If you don't protect me, who will? Now that I'm on your pirate ship, shouldn't you guarantee my safety?"

Zhang Ziwen said with a smile, a little smug. He believed he was always good at judging friends.

"Don't put it so harshly. What do you mean, 'on a pirate ship'? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You're a complete scoundrel ."

" You're a violent element, the blood of a bandit flows in your veins. Would you sit idly by doing something this exciting? * , it's like I'm dragging

you down with me, that's not fair." Chen Yan sneered.

"Fine, I'm a violent element, and you're not much better. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in this line of work. Honestly,

have you done anything to betray your country?" Zhang Ziwen teased.

"Which country are you talking about? America? Or China?" Chen Yan countered.

Zhang Ziwen hesitated. This guy was now an American citizen, practically an American. Damn, that was a sensitive topic.

He didn't want to continue, afraid of hurting Chen Yan. His good friend had become a secret agent; it was best not to ask about work-related matters.

"You mean China? Hehe, little brat, there's nothing wrong with saying it. You're so sensitive, afraid of finding something to hold against me,

huh?" Chen Yan knew what was wrong without even thinking when Zhang Ziwen suddenly hesitated.

"Hehe. There's nothing to hold against me. We have different work positions; there's no need to bother with your nonsense." Zhang Ziwen

smiled , unwilling to delve deeper into his identity.

"Hehe...you can't catch me out on anything. I've worked here for four years, covering South Korea and Japan.

Sometimes I'm transferred to the Middle East; Arabs have a favorable impression of Chinese people, making it easier to work there. Besides,

my boss, considering my Chinese heritage, wouldn't send me to China for infiltration. And the CIA isn't trustworthy either; they

wouldn't be foolish enough to use someone of Chinese descent for this, especially since I haven't been a U.S. citizen for very long." Chen Yan

patiently explained, needing no concealment from Zhang Ziwen.

"I just...I just don't quite understand why you became a U.S. citizen." Zhang Ziwen breathed a small sigh of relief

and changed the subject.

"There was no other way. After graduating from high school, my uncle took me to settle in the United States. It's very difficult

to survive . Besides, I've always been curious about this line of work. As soon as the CIA started recruiting, I

applied and was accepted very quickly. The situation in the Middle East is very chaotic, and they need Asian faces to do intelligence work, so I was kind of specially recruited.

To be honest, I love my current job. Don't think you're the only one who likes excitement. We

're the same . We both like adventure and excitement. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gone to explore Fairy Cave with you when we were kids. We were trapped

for three days and three nights and almost died in there. Damn it, it's all your fault for corrupting me." Chen

Yan smiled, seemingly recalling something from his childhood.

Zhang Ziwen chuckled, remembering embarrassing childhood incidents. The guy was right; both of them had loved

adventure since childhood. Becoming a spy was probably his lifelong dream. There was nothing wrong with being a spy; if he were

living in the US and the CIA was recruiting, he wouldn't be any slower to sign up.

Tokyo, the capital of Japan, is a modern international metropolis. Located at the southern end of the Kanto Plain on Honshu,

it comprises 23 special wards, 27 cities, 5 towns, 8 villages, and the Izu and Ogasawara Islands, covering a total area of

2,155 square kilometers and a population of approximately 11.78 million. It is one of the world's most populous cities and a political, economic, and

cultural center. Zhang Ziwen had memorized this information thoroughly during his military service. When the CIA

gave him information about Tokyo, he didn't even bother to look at it. He knew as much about Japan as the CIA did. "Few."

As soon as they stepped out of the lobby, a middle-aged man approached. He had an Asian face, and it was impossible to tell which country he was from. He spoke

fluent American English, but his identity was clear: either a spy or an agent. Zhang Ziwen quickly

learned from Chen Yan that his original nationality was Kim Jong-sam, a South Korean who had become a U.S. citizen 12 years prior.

He had spent five years infiltrating Japan and had worked with Chen Yan on special missions in the Middle East. His codename was 003, and he was

a veteran .

003 drove a black Nissan. After more than an hour's drive, the car stopped in front of an apartment building.

Zhang Ziwen and his companions got out. The street was secluded, narrow, and short, quiet and serene.

Cherry blossom trees lined both sides of the street, but cherry blossoms bloom in March and April; it was the dead of winter, and the trees were bare and

lifeless. There were few pedestrians and shops on the street. Zhang Ziwen guessed that this five-story apartment building

was the CIA's... Zhang Ziwen was quite satisfied with the temporary accommodations arranged for him; it was indeed a good place for an undercover operation.

Entering the apartment, he found it clean and comfortable, a three-bedroom unit with two bedrooms and a study.

The living room was spacious and bright, and the bathroom, kitchen, and other living facilities were all complete. The refrigerator was filled with drinks

and frozen food, and the wine cabinet in the living room contained some expensive wines. The CIA had made ample preparations; Zhang Ziwen and his companion didn't need to worry about the

details .

003 handed the apartment key and car key to Chen Yan, hugged them both, said "take care," and

hurriedly left. This mission would be carried out by Chen Yan and Zhang Ziwen alone. He was only responsible for the final airport pickup and follow-up after the mission was completed

. During this time, he wouldn't show his face again; the rest was up to Chen Yan and Zhang Ziwen.

The two took turns showering and changing into comfortable casual clothes. The long flight

had no effect on these two seasoned veterans; they didn't need to adjust to the time difference. Chen Yan led Zhang Ziwen directly into the study, which

contained a long desk with a computer and a large bookcase against the wall, taking up most of

the wall. Chen Yan walked directly to the bookcase... He took out a Bible, reached inside, and with

a soft click, the large bookcase slowly opened, revealing a small hidden door just wide enough for one person to pass through. Behind the bookcase lay another

world. Zhang Ziwen smiled, guessing it contained something unspeakable; he could already smell the scent of deadly

weapons .

Following Chen Yan through the hidden door, Chen Yan turned on the light. Sure enough, as Zhang Ziwen had expected, it was

a small armory. The room, about 30 square meters, was filled with all sorts of weapons, long and short, hanging on the walls and tables. Even more

astonishingly there were five… The rocket launcher, the FHJ84 62mm individual rocket launcher, uses a twin-barrel firing structure and can

fire incendiary and smoke grenades. After modifications, it now also fires steel ball rounds, making it even more powerful.

Zhang Ziwen is all too familiar with this thing. Damn it, it's made in China. Zhang Ziwen felt intensely dissatisfied with the Americans' ulterior motives

…

Chapter 143 Best Partner

Looking at the array of weapons, Zhang Ziwen was puzzled. He wondered what the Americans

had been doing . He guessed they were blaming China for all the shady things the Americans had done in Japan before.

The weapons he saw included Chinese, German, British, and Russian-made, but not a single American-made one.

He didn't see a single American-made weapon. "Damn, that's shrewd," Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly.

Chen Yan, seeing Zhang Ziwen's indignant expression, felt a little embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly. "Look around, see if you have anything

handy. This thing's pretty good. When working in Japan, I never use Chinese weapons." Chen Yan took out an

SV-99 high-precision sniper rifle, Russian-made, specifically designed for special forces. He knew what Zhang

Ziwen was thinking and didn't dare provoke him with a Chinese-made sniper rifle. He himself had never used one; he

mostly used Russian-made firearms on missions.

Zhang Ziwen gave him a disdainful look and said in a muffled voice, "This isn't exciting enough. We need something more

exciting. Get me some C4 bombs." Zhang Ziwen had already decided before agreeing to cooperate with the CIA that he absolutely had to get his hands on

these .

"*, don't do anything reckless! Are you trying to get me into trouble?" Chen Yan's eyes widened in surprise. What was this guy planning?

He sensed something was wrong.

"Hehe... What nonsense? We've come all this way to Tokyo, it would be a shame not to make a scene

, hehe, don't you think?" Zhang Ziwen's smile was a little sinister. It wasn't his style not to cause trouble for Chen Yan .

Did he think it was easy to drag his brother onto this pirate ship? Now, there was no way to get his brother off.

Zhang Ziwen's mind was racing with his calculations.

"Damn it, don't cause us any trouble. Stick to the plan, take care of a few targets and then retreat. Don't cause any trouble."

Chen Yan inwardly groaned; he had already figured out what Zhang Ziwen was up to.

"Don't cause trouble? Why would I bother coming to this godforsaken place if I didn't cause trouble? Enough talk, are you

going to make the bomb or not? If not, I'll go out and make it myself, but..." Zhang Ziwen chuckled, "...my homemade

bombs are a bit hard to control. If they accidentally hit the American embassy, don't blame me for my poor skills

." Zhang Ziwen's smile was sinister, clearly threatening Chen Yan and taking a small revenge on Chen Yan for dragging him into

this mess .

"You're ruthless! You think you can take me by the nose?" Chen Yan glared at him fiercely, seeing that Zhang Ziwen

didn't , still grinning at him with a look that clearly showed he had him cornered. He could only say resentfully,

"You've got guts, I'll make it for you. Just so you know, don't go too far, or I won't be able to explain myself when I get back." Chen

Yan regretted it. He had underestimated Zhang Ziwen's magnanimity. This guy had been incredibly vengeful since childhood. He should have known better than to drag

this guy into this mess. Now it was too late.

"Hehe, that's great. You're a true brother, no doubt about it. With your support, the US embassy is definitely safe,

hehe..." Zhang Ziwen beamed, patting Chen Yan's shoulder to comfort him: "It's not easy. Brothers

are for life, you're a true friend, hehe..."

Chen Yan sighed. He could only helplessly accept reality. Once this guy made up his mind, no one

could stop him

Chen Yan said helplessly, "Alright, stop making it sound so nice. You just want to get revenge on me, don't you? At least leave

me half a floor. Don't try to take it all for yourself. In the end, we're both taking the blame. At least let your brother have some fun." Chen Yan was

unwilling. He couldn't let himself have this exciting experience alone.

"Hehe, no problem. It would be too formal for us brothers to take it all for ourselves. Hehe, how about I give you half a floor? Don't be shy,

hehe..." Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. This guy seemed to be someone who couldn't stand being alone. He

had no self-control at all. He had wasted his four years as a special agent. Zhang Ziwen was skeptical of the CIA's intensive training.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's disdainful expression, Chen Yan couldn't help but retaliate. Zhang Ziwen was equally quick, his fist flashing, and

the two punched each other heavily in the chest. Both felt the other was a scoundrel and

simultaneously uttered a curse. The best partners couldn't help but burst into laughter...

Ginza, Tokyo, is the most bustling commercial street in Japan. High-end shops and century-old stores stand side by side. Huge

shop windows display the latest men's and women's fashion, exquisite kimonos, gold and silver jewelry, fine jewelry, as well as exquisite

works of art and a wide variety of daily necessities. Eye-catching and unique advertisements are everywhere. Under the night sky

, the neon lights of Ginza Street flicker and change, with colorful lights dazzling the eyes.

Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan parked the car, and their figures quickly disappeared into the surging crowd. Both

were experts at stealth, adapting their demeanor and behavior to the environment, blending in seamlessly with the locals

. Chen Yan, familiar with the area, led Zhang Ziwen directly to the backstreets of Ginza, the most concentrated area of large hotels

and nightclubs. The streets were lined with bars and luxurious nightclubs; just

looking at the dazzling neon lights, one could sense the extremely ambiguous atmosphere of this backstreets—a unique "Nighttime Ginza"

scene.

The crowd on this street was almost entirely men. Japanese men are known for their love of nightclubs, and

as soon as work hours ended, these men would swarm into bars and nightclubs of all sizes like mad dogs. In Japan, whatever

you want to do, you can find it—novel and unique. If you can imagine it, the bars can definitely

provide it step into a bar, you're guaranteed to leave satisfied.

There's a peculiar phenomenon in Japan: traditional customs lead Japanese wives to support their husbands' nights of drinking

. If they come home early or haven't drunk any alcohol, they're considered weak and

unmanly . This leads to Japanese men going from one bar to another, never returning home completely drunk. Japanese

women are also renowned for their domesticity; when their drunken husbands wake up the next day, they'll find a neatly ironed pile of

clothes by their pillow. Given these strange practices, it's hard for men not to have affairs. Japan's rampant pornography is also globally

known.

Harukiza Nightclub is one of the top nightclubs in Tokyo's Ginza district—large, luxurious, and

featuring a famous Japanese cabaret restaurant on the second floor. It not only offers delicious food but also boasts the most advanced dynamic stage and

lighting , allowing guests to enjoy sake, food, and various ladyboy performances.

Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan were seated on the tatami mats, diagonally facing the stage. They had ordered a spring-fed set meal,

sipping sake, one of Japan's most representative beverages, chatting and laughing, occasionally enjoying the spectacular performance on stage.

Whenever someone entered the main restaurant, they would glance at them out of the corner of their eyes; their seating position was excellent.

They could easily monitor the entrances from the second to the third floor, and no one entering or leaving escaped their notice. Tonight was

their official operation; the CIA had already figured out the target's activity patterns. Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan only needed to...

A quick tour of the terrain and escape routes was all it took to complete preparations; two days were enough for them to

become thoroughly familiar with it. Now, it would be a high-intensity, continuous operation. The two top experts had set a time limit of 24 hours

to complete everything…

According to the original plan, the main targets were five leaders of the Black Army, and the timeline was extremely tight.

Two targets were scheduled to appear at the Springwood Nightclub tonight. Time ticked by. The closer they got to the designated time, the more relaxed they

became , maintaining optimal breathing and heart rates. They were seasoned veterans; being tense at this point would be a fatal

mistake. They both knew that this mission allowed no room for error. Five minutes had already passed, and

Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan were very patient. Hunters wait for their prey, requiring patience, and they had even allowed an extra

hour for the two targets.

At 10:15 PM, Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan exchanged a glance, and smiles appeared on their faces. The targets had already appeared

at the second-floor entrance. Both were of heavyweight build, round heads and bellies, as fat as winter melons. They were both wearing

baggy dark blue suits; if it weren't for the gold-rimmed glasses worn by one of them, they would have looked identical

.

The two portly targets didn't linger on the second floor, heading directly down the restaurant corridor towards the third-floor entrance. Soon, their two

large figures disappeared at the top of the stairs. Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan, without needing a signal, stood up almost simultaneously,

their coordination remarkably smooth, and slowly made their way up to the third floor. Turning the corner of the stairs, they were perfectly

positioned to catch the two targets as they ascended the stairs. The timing was impeccable. By the time the two entered the third-floor corridor, the two targets had already gone into a private

room, followed by a waiting waiter. Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan were conversing quietly, seemingly in Japanese, though

even Zhang Ziwen himself couldn't understand it. That's all. He laughed it off to cover up his language, while Chen Yan spoke with a pure

and fluent Tokyo accent. His voice was slightly louder, just enough for the enthusiastic waiter to hear him. Chen

Yan waved the waiter away, indicating that he was with the two fat guests ahead of him. The waiter tactfully withdrew. When they reached the door of the private room,

the waiter who had gone into the room with the two targets came out first. The timing was perfect. Chen Yan

greeted the waiter who came out in Japanese, meaning that the woman should come quickly. The waiter responded respectfully, bowed, and withdrew. The waiter

cleverly assumed that these two handsome men were with the two fat men.

The two men entered with grins, only to find two fat men laughing and joking loudly and unrestrainedly,

their expressions lewd, even making breast-grabbing gestures. It was obvious they were discussing their plans for the evening. The two

fat men paused slightly when they saw the two handsome men enter, their faces beaming. One of the fat men, wearing glasses

, asked in surprise, but his pupils suddenly contracted, his voice faltering as

two .

The two friendly-looking men had already pounced. Quickly, a flash of white light appeared in their hands; they arrived

instantly , their arms tracing a precise arc, lightning fast. The white light flashed past their target's throat,

and simultaneously, the target's tie was wrapped around their neck. The two lightning-fast figures came to a standstill.

A standard special operations killing method: the target didn't even have time to utter a normal scream before his throat was slit. From the moment the target seemed to speak as if to ask a question

upon entering , the two handsome men wanted to mess with their partner. Without even a signal

, they attacked. Fortunately, their movements were perfectly timed, and the target was caught off guard. They pounced and slit the throat

, covering the blood with clean, swift movements. The difference between the two was 0.2 seconds; Zhang Ziwen was just a fraction faster. 0.2 seconds is enough to

end any opponent's life.

Chen Yan was completely defeated. He was a little unconvinced and kicked the fat man whose throat he had slit hard. The two obese

bodies were still trembling, their throats making hoarse sounds; it would be at least another minute before their hearts stopped beating…

The two handsome men came out of the bathroom, the water inside running loudly. Zhang Ziwen had deliberately turned on the water; the cleanup

had been quickly taken care of. Just as he sat down, the waiter led two beautiful women in, the timing

impeccable . The two exchanged a knowing glance, a fleeting look, before their eyes quickly fell on the waiter's side, where

the scenery was even more captivating.

Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded involuntarily as he looked at the two women beside the waiter. "Damn, those two fat guys really know

how to enjoy themselves swallowed, feeling quite resentful.

One of the women was wearing a school uniform, looking no more than 16 or 17 years old—quite young,

and with an innocent appearance. The other woman was even more striking, wearing a nurse's uniform. Her skirt was incredibly short, and her white pantyhose

revealed glimpses of her underwear—fiery, alluring, and seductive. She looked no more than 20 years old, but she was incredibly

sexy and alluring, her beautiful eyes watery and full of charm. Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded wildly.

Seeing that the two fat men were not there, the waiter cautiously asked, "Where are the other two gentlemen?"

"They're taking a bath inside, hehe, they like to scrub each other's backs," Chen Yan replied in a thick Tokyo accent.

The waiter suppressed a laugh, indicating he understood, and then asked, "What kind of women would you gentlemen like?"

"Nothing, we like to play 4 against 2, hehe, go out, don't come in to serve us unless it's absolutely necessary."

Chen Yan's expression was lewd, and his smile was quite smug.

"Okay, gentlemen, have fun, I'll go out now." The waiter was sensible; he was

used . 4 against 2? What was 4 against 2? He had once witnessed 10 against 1, leaving the woman pretending to be a queen

unable to get out of bed for three days.

A fragrant breeze wafted through the air. The beautiful nurse seemed very interested in Zhang Ziwen, sitting directly in his lap,

much to Chen Yan's frustration. He had his eye on the nurse, but unfortunately, the student had her eye on him. The two

beauties , perfectly in sync, accurately identified their targets, both secretly hoping the men in the bathhouse would scrub

their backs a little longer, after all, the men in front of them were all very handsome…

Chapter 144 As Planned

The student girl was quite pretty. Although Chen Yan couldn't play with sexy nurses, having a pretty girl in his arms was still nice.

Chen Yan wanted to tease Zhang Ziwen, so he swept the student girl into his arms, stood up, and

said : “Hehe… I’m going in to have some fun first, you can have fun too.” He spoke in Japanese,

which Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand, but he knew something was wrong from Chen Yan's malicious gaze. This guy wanted to leave him

outside to embarrass himself…

Zhang Ziwen cursed Chen Yan inwardly for being so unfair. Play? How? Damn it, I can't speak a word of Japanese, and he won't even

cover for me. Damn it, this bastard is a real piece of work. Zhang Ziwen was furious, his lower abdomen…

His lust was also rising; the beauty before him was truly captivating. Staring at her, Zhang Ziwen was momentarily at a loss,

his head throbbing.

Soon, the sound of tearing clothes came from inside, followed by the schoolgirl's shrill cries, seemingly feigning fear

and resistance, but everyone knew it was all an act. The commotion inside was enticing the couple outside.

Zhang Ziwen inwardly groaned, suffering unspeakable agony. The fragrant nurse sat on his lap, his crotch already

aroused; he didn't even need to look to know his underwear was undeniably bulging. The allure of the uniform was

truly hard to resist.

"Sir, my name is Takeshita Rinko. Is this your first time here? You look unfamiliar," Rinko said with a seductive smile,

her slender hand lewdly reaching towards his bulge…

Zhang Ziwen was in agony. He couldn't understand what she was saying. What was he to do? He couldn't reveal his foreign identity,

and then he felt a gentle warmth below. His unruly member had been caught red-handed; he could

feel her delicate hands gently caressing it, her technique skillful and deft. The unusual stimulation made Zhang Ziwen's body

tremble involuntarily—it felt good. Although he felt a little awkward knowing she was Japanese, his physical reaction wasn't

repulsive ; his lower body had already been aroused.

In this place, it was all about unrestrained indulgence; pretending to be a virgin was impossible. Looking at the

alluring , Zhang Ziwen inwardly cried out to heaven, his expression a mixture of smiles and pleasure. He could only do this because he couldn't

speak.

The nurse seemed somewhat aroused; her full breasts lifted slightly, and two buttons were undone. A white lace bra was revealed

, very transparent and alluring. The bra was a little small, almost spilling out of her full breasts, the

two little nipples stubbornly perky, tempting Zhang Ziwen.

"Hehe... does it feel good? Come... touch me... I really want... it..." The nurse's breath was sweet and her

voice gentle. One hand was ravaging his sensitive area, while the other hand grabbed his hand and

pulled it into her warm embrace.

What was she saying? Was she asking him a question? Zhang Ziwen regretted not having brushed up on his Japanese. Damn it

, he couldn't understand a word. He was trying to figure out how to respond, but the full, soft feeling in his hands kept disturbing

his thoughts. The beauty on his lap was breathing heavily, her breathing seemed a little rapid. She knew exactly what sounds to use to

ignite a man's desire. Her body writhed in sync with her arousing breaths, her breasts heaving and deforming in his hands.

Zhang Ziwen's breathing quickened, his eyes burning with desire. He leaned down and kissed her ear,

sliding his lips down her beautiful face, to that warm, smooth skin. He held it there, and

a soft, sweet moan escaped her throat. He tasted the sweetness in her mouth, a wondrous sensation, because her tongue was already

actively responding, entwining, and swirling around him.

A breathtaking, passionate kiss, their tongues teasing each other wildly. He completely silenced her, that was his answer.

He couldn't understand what she was saying; the only way was to keep her quiet, to keep her mouth full, to leave her

only able to utter seductive moans.

A long, passionate kiss ensued. Zhang Ziwen didn't know how long it would last. He could feel

the beautiful woman whose lips were intertwined with his was already intoxicated. Her tongue was nimble and soft, slippery and searching every corner of his mouth. She was lost in ecstasy;

she loved this romantic and tender caress. She loved this passionate yet polite man. Her little tongue

longed to reach into his throat, into the depths of his soul. She wanted to repay him with the utmost tenderness…

He buried his face in her breasts, his breathing heavy. He was passionately immersed in this game of desire, so

absorbed that he couldn't utter a word, only gasp for breath. He caught a whiff of her breasts' fragrance, intoxicating and

aphrodisiac. Her nurse's dress was completely undone, revealing her voluptuous figure, intensely

stimulating his eyes. Her breasts trembled beneath her transparent bra, her flat, smooth abdomen

beautifully . His hand slid down her breasts, gently tracing her delicate skin. He caressed her

stockinged legs, feeling her trembling with pleasure. Her desire had been ignited by this gentle man; her

body writhed, her legs naturally parting. The tingling on her thighs... The book's itch

stimulated the emptiness in her most sensitive spot; she needed his gentle caresses with both hands. Her legs parted wider and wider, she

openly telling him she wanted it, she wanted his hands to caress her secret place. She could feel an uncontrollable

heat, the sticky sensation making her uncomfortable…

Her body writhed violently, her seductive moans echoing in the room. The soft

area between her legs seemed even more transparent. The vivid, sensual scene before him made Zhang Ziwen lose control. Her legs were already

wide open, the woman's private parts tempting him to touch. He couldn't resist the temptation; his hand

slid up her silk-stockinged legs…

"Mmm...give it to me...give it to me..." Half her body slumped on the tatami mat, she let out a muffled

moan Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand a word of her indistinct speech, but he could feel her pleasure because his hands were a little

slippery...

Her lower body moved with the caresses of his hands. She urged him on, she wanted his hands to move bigger, faster

. Her desire was completely ignited. This gentle flirting stimulated her. She felt

different . She loved this feeling. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Gentle love, alluring teasing.

The stickiness under her pantyhose made it easier for his fingers to slide. She hadn't had an orgasm in a long time. The moment he touched her extremely sensitive spot,

she trembled, letting out a seductive moan. Dewdrops glistened on her climax. She reached

her peak . A surge of pleasure welled up from the depths of her heart, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. She breathed heavily, her

beautiful eyes moistening. She saw boundless tenderness in the eyes of the man caressing her; he was suppressing his

desire , seemingly afraid of hurting himself. His fingers teased playfully, yet so gently. Passion mingled with emotion,

and she couldn't hold back tears of happiness. She gazed deeply at him, determined to etch him into her heart. He was the one who

had brought her the most moving climax…

She wanted to repay him. She made herself infinitely alluring, her fragrant body exuding an irresistible scent.

She wanted to repay this man with her most perfect service. Her bra was askew, her pantyhose slipped down

her legs. She struggled to prop herself up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper…

Zhang Ziwen's body had already flattened; it was her gentle hands that had pushed him down. His panties were already down to his ankles.

The male erection was exposed to her eyes, and she gently held it with her hand, her small hand sliding up and down happily.

She glanced at him with her watery, alluring eyes, and he looked very content. From his taut leg muscles, she knew that he was experiencing

intense pleasure. She smiled seductively at him, revealing her teeth. She was happy to make him happy, and she had even more

ways to give him pleasure. She lowered her head, her long, black hair brushing against his abs, tickling and tingling. She

extended small, fragrant tongue, gently curling it around the tip…

God, Zhang Ziwen groaned in pleasure, a wave of intense pleasure shooting straight to his brain. His fists clenched

tightly. This was only the second time he had enjoyed this treatment, but this time the feeling was so different. The power of that small, fragrant tongue

caused his entire body to tremble, waves of pleasure washing over him. Suddenly, he felt his exposed genitals being completely enveloped.

He knew his size. Deep throat. She performed an incredible technique. Her throat was undulating, her

tongue half-curling around there, a difficult, intense entanglement. The intense stimulation swept through his entire body. Inexperienced as he was, he couldn't

resist. He could feel the climax approaching…

She sensed that he was about to reach his peak. She made another incredible move. She

suddenly and quickly pulled away … That enormous thing suddenly left him suspended in mid-air, utterly empty. In that instant, he

experienced extreme satisfaction amidst the extreme emptiness. She returned to that position, her warm, moist body completely enveloping

him, with incredible force and speed. This blink of an eye, the separation and envelopment allowed Zhang Ziwen to release completely. The intense

stimulation caused his entire body to explode, erupting. His clenched fists suddenly opened, his muscles tensing

and then relaxing completely, limp, panting. The powerful peak orgasm overwhelmed him. He

gasped for breath, feeling as if he were on a cloud...

Zhang Ziwen heard the sound of her swallowing. Her head rested limply on his chest and abdomen. She was

in pain , her breathing was erratic, and she frowned. The deep roar she had just made would render her

speechless for three days. She was willing. When she saw pity in his eyes, she felt satisfied and

happy . She had done something she had never dared to do before. She didn't regret it. She gave him her first time and paid

an extremely painful price. Yet, her beautiful eyes looked at him with infinite tenderness. He provided perfect service, and she was held in his

arms . She received his tenderness and felt his boundless pity and affection. This strange and unforgettable

man, she might never forget him. Would he come back? A pang of melancholy gripped her heart, and

the moisture in her beautiful eyes grew increasingly misty…

An hour wasn't a long time. When the two uniformed beauties left, the two fat men had already returned to

the living room , sprawled on the low table on the tatami mat. Their hair and bodies reeked of alcohol. The two fat men were drunk

and would remain there all night, not waking up until the next morning…

An hour of passionate indulgence was necessary for the mission. In the entire assassination plan, buying

sex for the two targets was part of the plan, because they didn't have time to leave when the waiter led the two beauties into the private room

. After the indulgence, they had to create a scene of drunkenness. To delay the discovery of the two targets' bodies, this cleanup

was essential. They needed time because

they still needed to find another target on the bodies. The plan required them to play along, and they had to be

completely immersed in it, without revealing the slightest flaw.

The black Nissan sped through the night. The two men, who never forgot to enjoy themselves despite their work, were completely

relaxed. The car was heading to their next destination; their target would appear there in two hours…

Zhang Ziwen leaned back in his seat, recalling the passionate moment. He savored it; the Japanese girl's

reluctant gaze as she left left a tinge of regret in his heart. Her pitiful eyes filled him with melancholy. What a wonderful girl she was; how

could she end up in this line of work? The physical intimacy had stirred a strange feeling in him for the Japanese girl.

They would never meet again; he was merely a fleeting passerby in her long life. He wished her well;

that was all he could do. Zhang Ziwen sighed softly…

“Hey, what are you thinking about? Did you get carried away?” Chen Yan heard his sigh.

“No… I was thinking about that Japanese girl. How could she end up in this line of work?” Zhang Ziwen's tone

was full confusion.

"Hehe, that's just how things are in Japan these days. Young girls like to wear designer brands and eat and drink well. If their families don't

have money what else would they do but this? Don't think they're doing it to earn tuition fees; it's purely for that little bit of vanity,

and also for the thrill. They're willing to do this." Chen Yan explained to him with a smile. He was in charge

of affairs in Japan and had a certain understanding of the Japanese situation.

"Is that so..." Zhang Ziwen was a little speechless.

"Mosquito, I'm saying this isn't your first time doing this, is it? You don't feel sorry for a prostitute, do you?" Chen

Yan thought this guy looked like he'd never bought sex before.

"...To be honest...this...is the first time." Zhang Ziwen smiled. He

had , but he was too embarrassed to go to a street-side brothel. Besides, before he went into business, he was penniless. Being shallow and

poor, he could only relieve himself with his hands when he thought about it, which was his helplessness.

"Damn, you make yourself sound so innocent. I know there are quite a few places like this in Zhonghai.

You think you can resist the temptation?" Chen Yan absolutely didn't believe him.

"Believe it or not, if it weren't for the special circumstances this time, I wouldn't have done this." Zhang Ziwen was telling

the truth A physical transaction without feelings is not as intimate as using one's own hands...

Chapter 145 Sniper

Letter Under the Cold Night, I would believe you if you said you were a virgin, hehe, this time it's an exception, how about I give you a

red envelope ." Chen Yan teased him, maybe this guy was telling the truth.

"Okay, I don't have a single penny in my wallet right now, how about you give me some now."

Zhang Ziwen didn't stand on ceremony, took out his wallet and showed it, it was empty, really not a single penny.

"Where's your money? Millions of yen gone? Damn, that little nurse took it, didn't she? Did she get dizzy?" It's common for customers to be robbed

when they go out to sell sex. 100 yen is equivalent to 6.something yuan, millions of yen

is equivalent to 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, what a huge loss.

"No... I gave it all to her, I'm poor now, help me out." Zhang Ziwen smiled; this was his

only compensation to her. He was ridiculously generous with women.

"I'm impressed, buddy. You've got too much money, what made you so stupid? You believe everything that girl says? She's in your..."

Trying to gain sympathy in front of him? You think he'd fall for that? Chen Yan was greatly displeased with his generosity. He now truly believed Zhang Ziwen's claim that it was

his first time buying sex—he was a complete virgin.

A loud "smack" rang out as Zhang Ziwen struck, his movements swift and

solid, landing a hard slap on Chen Yan's head. Chen Yan felt stars flash before his eyes. That guy hit too hard! Caught off guard by a heavy blow, Chen Yan was

annoyed and wanted to get revenge.

"Don't touch me! Want another round? If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered. Leaving me outside to watch

the spectacle , huh? I don't understand a word of Japanese. What are you planning? Damn it, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Zhang Ziwen remembered

his inability to speak and couldn't understand the girl's pain. He couldn't resist hitting him.

Chen Yan stopped moving and obediently drove. This was trouble he had brought upon himself; he had forgotten Zhang Ziwen's

vengeful nature. Besides, he could only watch helplessly as Zhang Ziwen's hand reached into his pocket, emptying his wallet of all his money.

He had no choice but to accept his bad luck. Chen Yan felt a pang of heartache;

the price of playing a trick on him was indeed too high…

The car stopped on the side of the road in a luxury residential area. It was around midnight. Outside the residential

area , small groups of people were

still passing by. Two dark figures staggered towards the residential area, one of them carrying a small leather suitcase. Their laughter was unrestrained and boisterous, mixed with authentic Tokyo accents. Judging

from their unsteady gait, they were drunkards who had just come from a bar. This phenomenon

was common drunkards, there were at least five groups of men staggering on the street. The laughter and

singing of these groups of drunkards were particularly jarring in the night.

Two staggering black figures swayed onto a road on the outskirts of the residential area. In Tokyo late at night, this was when

the nightlife truly began. The two drunkards occasionally bumped into passersby. With so many drunks around,

they were practically invisible to passersby. Conversely, sober people wouldn't even glance at them,

as staring at intoxicated people was considered extremely impolite in Japan. Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan's

method of appearing at their destination was the best way to avoid the sight of pedestrians or residents nearby. Good hunters camouflage themselves

according to different times, places, and environments, and these two were masters of this.

This was a large, luxurious residential area with guards at all four gates. Entering through the main gate was impossible. The two

unsteady figures turned to a corner not far from the east gate. The light was dim there. The two

figures flickered around the corner, then vanished in the blink of an eye. The wall wasn't high; for the two, getting in

was effortless.

Streetlights were everywhere in the luxury residential area, but the two men were adept at choosing their routes, successfully avoiding their illumination.

Their dark figures moved nimbly and swiftly through the dense shadows cast by the cars, quickly coming to a stop in the third residential green space

, blending into the darkness. Nine meters away from these figures were decorative spherical lights within the green space

, emitting a greenish glow that cast a pale green hue over the surrounding area.

The areas remained even darker. The two men's hiding place was precisely within this darkness, almost touching the green light.

The SV-99 high-precision sniper rifle, made in Russia, is a modified all-weather killing

weapon tailored for special forces. The sniper rifle can be assembled in 10 seconds. Zhang Ziwen had just put on the night vision scope when Chen Yan

touched it and it immediately froze like a stone. There were pedestrians and vehicles passing by in the residential area. Tonight

's sniping of the prey is quite tricky, with errors and accidents possible at any time. It depends on the two men's ability to adapt to the situation.

This is one of the stops in a series of assassinations. The methods of assassination outside and inside the house are not applicable to the target. The only

place that can be linked to time is here. The target is currently drinking with a large group of guests.

According to the target's habit, he will be home in about an hour.

360 meters to the side, there is a luxury apartment building with only half of its door visible.

Through three steps can be seen. The target's parking spot is only 15 meters away from that door. From that 15 meters to

that half of the door is the place to complete the final shot. As long as nothing unusual happens in between, it will be enough for Zhang Ziwen

, the super sniper, to take down the target.

Designated targets can be hunted alone or in pairs, with one person observing and the other firing.

While most people understand sniping as simply hitting the target, the training of an excellent sniper

is incredibly complex. Gun skills are affected by rifling, gravity, wind speed, and distance, leading to errors. High-precision

sniping magnification, optical refraction, and temperature differences also pose challenges. A distance of 1000 meters is a true test of

a sniper 's skill; a single, fatal shot requires not only extensive and arduous training but also exceptional comprehension.

Zhang Ziwen's journey to becoming a master sniper demands an unimaginable amount of blood, sweat, and effort. Targeting dynamic targets within 400 meters isn't

considered particularly difficult. This is far more enjoyable than the jungle or desert

; there are no mosquito bites, no venomous insects or wild animals. For him, carrying out this kind of sniping assassination is

a vacation-like experience, like playing a game.

An hour isn't long, but remaining motionless in ambush for an hour is incredibly demanding. Chen Yan

seemed to have received similar training. He and Zhang Ziwen, lurking in the shadows, resembled two

stones blending into the grass; unless you got a meter closer, you wouldn't know they were two grown men lying there. Zhang

Ziwen underwent 15 days of intensive training, and during a live-fire sniping mission,

he lay in ambush in a tree in a jungle for nine days, successfully eliminating his target and setting a Marine Corps combat record that remains

unbroken . He is undoubtedly the top sniper in the Navy.

Undeniably, Zhang Ziwen was an excellent soldier, an elite among elites. Unfortunately, his impulsive act

had a significant impact on society and the military, leading to his discharge from the military. This was announced to the entire

North Sea Fleet, a gesture of apology to society and the government. Otherwise, he would at least be a junior officer in the Navy now

. This promising young man paid a heavy price for his impulsiveness.

A gust of cold wind blew by, rustling the trees along the roadside. Two car headlights appeared on

the road . As expected, it was the target car. Zhang Ziwen's sniper rifle moved with the car, and his night-

vision infrared scope had already spotted the person in the driver's seat. Yes, it was the target car. The guy had a typical

Japanese mustache and a repulsive face. The gun was already locked on.

The car stopped, the door opened, and a thin, middle-aged man got out without getting out. The door closed, the hazard lights flashed twice, and

the remote key had already locked the doors. Zhang Ziwen's crosshairs on the sight were precisely locked onto the target's

temple; the red dot moved with the target's movement without the slightest deviation—steady and accurate. His finger lightly touched

the trigger.

Something was amiss. Chen Yan, standing beside him, lightly nudged Zhang Ziwen. The man seemed to have detected

something unusual through his night vision binoculars and sent a signal. Zhang Ziwen's finger froze on the trigger. That was close; he almost fired. Zhang Ziwen

held his breath. He didn't move; the sight remained locked on the target's vital point. With Chen Yan as his assistant, he didn't need to

move the sight to observe.

The moving target in the scope suddenly stopped, revealing a smile as if

greeting Then another figure appeared in the scope – a middle-aged woman, presumably emerging from the other side of the stairwell

. "Damn it," Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "no movement at the door for ages, and now a woman pops out

. What a coincidence! Bad luck indeed.

" The target and the woman were exchanging pleasantries, likely neighbors. Both men realized this was

troublesome. They wondered which direction the woman would go after parting ways with the target. If she went this way, the muzzle

flash would definitely be noticed. The advantage of darkness was better for concealment; a muzzle flash would be too bright.

Even if the middle-aged woman went in the other direction, would the sound of the target falling or an unpredictable groan alert her

? All of this was unpredictable; what he feared most was coming to pass. Now was

the time . The distance between their parting steps and the target's movement lock-on had to be done simultaneously. The target was now less than

9 meters from half of the doorway. To prevent the woman from hearing any movement behind him, he had to finish the job the instant the target reached the doorway. High difficulty, no

fun , Zhang Ziwen groaned.

The target moved, the woman's figure brushed past the target. Fortunately, she was on the other side. The woman's

head disappeared. Zhang Ziwen didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. The red dot on the scope appeared accurately on the target's temple

. 8 meters, 7 meters, 6 meters, move, move again...

The night was quiet, the cold wind was biting. Zhang Ziwen could calculate the distance between the woman and the target precisely. The woman

could still hear the movement, so he couldn't fire. He had already missed the second sniping position. He held his breath, patiently waiting for

the target to step into the doorway. Suddenly, he was lightly touched again. Was he going to die? Zhang Ziwen quickly opened his other

eye. The woman stopped, seemingly searching for something in her handbag. Damn it, Zhang Ziwen instantly closed

his other eye. The target had already stepped into the doorway…

Chen Yan was a little nervous. Could the woman hear the unpredictable sound? At this moment,

the figure in the night vision binoculars disappeared into the doorway. Why didn't this guy fire? He should take a gamble. He didn't hear the faint sound of the silencer. Damn it

, Chen Yan thought, "We're done for, mission failed."

Chen Yan just turned his head to look at Zhang Ziwen when a barely audible sound was heard, followed by a flash of light. Chen Yan's eyes were blinded by the

bright light. He opened them, the flash reappeared, he closed them again, opened them again, and Zhang Ziwen was already disassembling the gun barrel.

What did he hit? Air? Chen Yan clearly saw the target disappear into the doorway through the night vision binoculars. He

couldn't have hit the target, couldn't possibly. Damn it, was this guy just having a blast? He even fired two shots! Damn it!

Chen Yan felt dejected. Zhang Ziwen had already packed the disassembled guns into a small leather case. He patted

Chen Yan's shoulder lightly and smiled, "Buddy, the rest is yours. I'm off."

Before Chen Yan could utter a sound of doubt, Zhang Ziwen had already gotten up and nimbly disappeared into another patch

of darkness . The shadow flashed a few times and vanished into the vast darkness without a trace...

Chen Yan stood up in confusion. There was no use in questioning now; he had to follow the pre-planned rules.

His figure quickly crept towards the exposed doorway more than 300 meters away. The answer would be there. Even if there was only

air in the doorway, he had to go. The cleanup was his job, and he had to do it. He had to finish it before anyone entered or left the doorway

. Heaven knows if any women might still be there. Damn nightlife, Chen Yan prayed silently

. The figure was 100 meters away from the doorway.

The streets were still bustling with pedestrians and drunkards, unchanged from when he arrived. The only difference seemed to be

the increased number of drunkards. Zhang Ziwen glanced at his watch; it was past 1 a.m. Tokyo's nightlife was in full swing ...

A

chilly winter night wind swept over him. Zhang Ziwen turned up his suit collar, pulling

the sides towards his chest to keep his shirt-clad chest a little warmer. "This damn weather," Zhang Ziwen

muttered to himself. His body stiffened, and he remained motionless on the cold lawn. After an hour,

it was impossible . His front was icy cold and damp. He was really unlucky; the lawn seemed

to have been watered today. Luckily, the Nissan was just around the corner, where he could enjoy the warmth of the air conditioning.

Thinking that Chen Yan would have to suffer in the cold wind for a while longer, Zhang Ziwen felt incredibly happy…

Chapter 146 Accident, Still an Accident.

There seemed to be some lights flashing at the corner. The flashing lights made Zhang Ziwen's heart tighten. Could his

car be being watched? He slowed his pace. When he turned the corner, he paused slightly, just

for a moment, then continued moving, but his movements were slightly slower, as if he was

deep …

A police car was parked next to the black Nissan. Two policemen were standing beside the car, chatting and laughing. The Nissan

wasn't illegally parked, was it? Zhang Ziwen was puzzled, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued

walking slowly along the sidewalk. He figured the two policemen had stopped to rest for a while, and

he breathed a small sigh of relief.

He couldn't stay here; he'd have to continue enduring the cold outside. Zhang Ziwen was annoyed; his luck was just too bad

. He kept his eyes on the road ahead. There was a small restaurant not far ahead; it should be warm inside. He was actually

feeling a bit hungry. The physical release, the intense mental concentration, and the cold winter night—he needed

something warm to fill his stomach. A bowl of noodles or soup would restore his strength. Zhang Ziwen swallowed.

"Hey… sir, please stop." A voice in Japanese came from behind him. Was it the police calling him?

Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly. He had anticipated countless unexpected events, but not this one. Damn it, this was really bad luck

. Zhang Ziwen's frustration was palpable.

Zhang Ziwen quickened his pace, hoping they weren't calling him. The advantage of not understanding Japanese was that he could

at least cling to a sliver of hope. He pretended not to hear and headed towards the small restaurant ahead.

But his hope was quickly dashed. Two policemen exchanged a glance and quickly stopped Zhang Ziwen. This man was suspicious.

Wearing only a shirt under a suit in such cold weather was illogical. A drunkard could be understood, but this man wasn't

.

Long wool coats would be inconvenient, and Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan had both left their coats in the car. Heaven knows

they'd run into the police at this time; it was purely accidental. The two policemen had already stopped Zhang Ziwen, their

sharp, suspicious eyes scrutinizing him from head to toe, the suspicion growing stronger. There were water stains on his suit.

Zhang Ziwen inwardly groaned. His mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. His expression feigned surprise, his

eyes questioning, as if to say, "Why are you stopping me?" Earlier, when the police called out to him, he had already

scanned a 50-meter radius and concluded that it wasn't a good time to act. There were too many pedestrians on the street. Damn it, the dreaded nightlife!

He and Chen Yan shared the same sentiment.

"Excuse me, could you please show me your ID?" said the somewhat dark-skinned policeman. His tone was

polite, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziwen. Years of police experience told him that this man was extremely suspicious.

Another policeman, with a thin face, stood a little further back, his hands behind his back, presumably on his gun. The two policemen

worked together quite well.

Zhang Ziwen looked puzzled, tilted his head, and pricked his ears forward, mumbling something, as if he

didn't understand what they were saying. He couldn't hear them, so he pretended to be deaf and mute. This was his only option.

He was stalling for time, hoping to get away with it and that Chen Yan would come to his rescue soon.

The two policemen exchanged a quick glance. Neither of them had expected their suspect to be deaf and mute. The dark-faced

officer frowned. "ID card, please show me your ID card." He spoke loudly,

mouthing and gesturing, finally pulling out his police badge from his pocket and demonstrating to Zhang Ziwen.

Even a fool would understand what the officer meant. Zhang Ziwen understood, but he could only pretend not to, shaking his head and

pointing to his ear, indicating he couldn't hear. "Damn it, what are you doing?" That last part was what he really thought.

The two policemen were in a dilemma. Japanese law explicitly states that disabled people must be respected and that

no . But the man before them was truly suspicious, and they were unwilling to let him go so easily.

"Can you open your suitcase?" the dark-faced officer asked, pointing to the small suitcase in Zhang Ziwen's hand,

making an opening gesture.

"Damn it, of course! Opening the suitcase would expose everything. Zhang Ziwen understood the police's hand signals; the murder weapon inside

couldn't be exposed to the light of day. He kept shaking his head and muttering to himself,

completely . He thought to himself, 'My brother, he should be out by now,' Chen Yan was incredibly important to him at that moment—a savior

!

While Zhang Ziwen was calling for his savior, he had no idea that his savior was hiding in the shadows, practically laughing his head off.

His good partner was also helpless, because he too was covered in blood and water. The only way

was to kill the two policemen, something he was completely confident Zhang Ziwen could do alone. He was happy to

watch the show from the shadows, while simultaneously lamenting that the three guys by the crane weren't even far enough away. Shit!" It's fucking

cold, Chen Yan rubbed his hands together, breathing out warm air...

Chen Yan didn't move for a while, and time was running out. Getting away with it seemed impossible. Zhang looked a little

foolish , but in his mind, he was calmly calculating the distance between the two policemen and him. 2.5 seconds. He was confident he could

take down the two World Championship winners within 2.5 seconds, but there were too many people passing by, and a group of young men and women

were huddled No matter how fast he moved, he couldn't outrun the eyes of passersby. Attacking policemen, it seemed this commotion was bound to

escalate.

The dark-faced policeman reached for the suitcase in Zhang Ziwen's hand, wanting to check it. Zhang Ziwen

blocked the policeman's hand, muttering something, as if to say, "What do you want?" He glanced at the passersby again out of the corner of his eye. He had to act now.

Just as he was about to make a quick decision, suddenly, a girl emerged from around a corner 15 meters ahead,

heading this way. Damn, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, the girl was walking a little slowly. What was she doing taking a walk in the middle of the night

? "Hurry up!" Zhang Ziwen blocked the dark-faced policeman's outstretched hand again. He had to let the girl

pass

before he could make his move. Killing two policemen in front of her—who knew how loud her screams would be? Zhang Ziwen felt like tonight was exceptionally unlucky. Was doing *that* kind of thing going to bring bad luck? With this experience, he'd never go to

a brothel again, not even if you paid him.

The girl drew closer. A beauty. Yes, a beauty, wearing a leather dress and high boots.

Zhang Ziwen was a little afraid of beautiful women. He always felt that encountering a beautiful woman at this time would bring trouble—this was his

experience; he'd suffered too many losses because of beautiful women. He had already caught a clear glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. A young

woman , tall and slender, with long, flowing black hair, a fresh and natural face, no makeup, delicate

and pretty, with a straight and exquisite nose, and soft, moist lips. Her bright, dark eyes seemed to have noticed his

movements with the police. At the same time, hearing his unpleasant babbling, she understood that two policemen were questioning a

deaf-mute person . The policemen had their backs to the girl and didn't see her, nor did they see her slightly open mouth, seemingly

surprised as she carefully examined Zhang Ziwen. She stopped, seemingly wanting to stand there and watch the commotion... Damn

it, get lost, you brat! What are you standing there for? Is this commotion so interesting? Zhang Ziwen

cursed . The policemen's movements were becoming increasingly aggressive, and he was about to lose control. The girl was 5 meters away. If he took out two

policemen and then dealt with her, it would be a miracle if he didn't get noticed by the group 20 meters away. If he acted quickly, he might

have managed to take out the two policemen without being discovered, but now there wasn't even a one in ten thousand chance. He couldn't bring himself to do it with a beautiful woman. Damn,

bad luck! Zhang Ziwen was extremely frustrated.

"Hey... what are you doing?" The woman in the leather jacket suddenly rushed forward, her petite figure separating the policemen from

Zhang Ziwen.

She spoke Japanese, which Zhang Ziwen didn't understand, but the fragrance emanating from her body stimulated his

nose. He didn't know what brand of perfume it was, but it smelled good. Zhang Ziwen sniffed, while inwardly cursing, "You

brat, what are you doing?

" "...Miss... do you know this gentleman?" Beautiful women always garnered respect, and the stern-faced policeman stopped

his rudeness.

“Officer, this is my brother. He's disabled. How could you treat him like this?” The woman in the leather jacket seemed

very angry. Her Japanese had a Tokyo accent, so she was probably a local.

“He’s your brother? It’s so late, and this gentleman is dressed so lightly, so I’m suspicious…” The dark-faced policeman

was half-convinced. He glanced at Zhang Ziwen and saw him smiling at the girl, their expressions intimate. The man

was quite handsome , and they did look somewhat like siblings.

“Suspicious of what? My brother was angry with me just now and ran out by himself. He forgot to wear his coat, and I was worried

about him. Humph, is this how you treat deaf-mute people? I’m going to complain to your superiors.”

The woman spoke fiercely. Standing behind the woman in the leather jacket, Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand her conversation with the police, but he could

sense that she seemed to be helping him. He was a little surprised and didn't understand why she would help

him. He could only improvise with a smile, pretending to know her. After all, she had

her back to him and couldn't see his flirtatious expression, so he

could fool the two policemen opposite him. The policeman, hearing the woman's authentic Tokyo accent and seeing Zhang Ziwen's smiling

face with a hint of pity in his eyes, knew that such a look in a man's eyes meant he wasn't a bad person.

Being disrespectful to a disabled person would be severely punished by the police department, potentially costing him his job. The stern-faced policeman didn't want to escalate

the situation . In Japan, with its high unemployment rate, he didn't want to lose his stable job. Any further

suspicions could be dismissed at this moment. The woman in the leather jacket looked angry and wasn't

someone to be trifled with.

"...Since she's your brother, then forget it, Miss. I'm so

sorry . I apologize again." After careful consideration, before things escalated, the dark-faced policeman decided to abandon the questioning and, along with

the thin policeman, bowed respectfully to the temporary brother and sister, expressing their remorse. The two officers

walked towards their patrol car, which quickly sped off with its lights flashing, disappearing from their

sight.

Zhang Ziwen and the woman in the leather jacket both breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this experience needed a fresh perspective; encountering a beautiful woman wasn't

necessarily a bad thing, at least not yet. Zhang Ziwen looked at the woman in the leather jacket; this Japanese woman was truly

beautiful , he thought to himself. He smiled, but couldn't speak; he had to continue pretending to be deaf and mute. The woman in the leather jacket's

gaze was somewhat strange. Her beautiful, clear eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziwen's face, her gaze

complex hatred, anger, grievance, and an indescribable, complex emotion. Zhang Ziwen

was stunned. He was somewhat surprised; he didn't understand why this beautiful woman was looking at him like that. So complicated, could she really

be training him? He immediately dismissed the idea. Although her pretty face seemed familiar, this was Japan. He didn't know anyone in

Japan , and besides, the girl spoke fluent Japanese with a standard Tokyo accent. He couldn't understand it,

but he could tell her accent was very pure; she must be Japanese. Her beautiful eyes welled up with moisture,

glistening tears. Her eyes held a sorrowful sadness. God, she must have mistaken him for someone else. Zhang Ziwen

was utterly bewildered. The change in the girl's eyes clearly told him that she knew him.

Pain, an unspeakable pain. He didn't know how to comfort this beautiful woman in the leather jacket with her sorrowful eyes.

He didn't know how to tell her she had mistaken him for someone else. Damn Black Army! If it weren't for Black Army, he would never have come here.

Zhang Ziwen simply didn't want to stay in Japan anymore, in this foreign land. He suddenly wanted to go home. He missed the two beautiful women back home

. The woman before him reminded him of... His woman, and the pain in his heart, Mu Qing—Mu

Qing's eyes sometimes revealed this heart-wrenching sorrow. The leather-clad beauty stubbornly

wiped . She glared at him hatefully, her eyes filled with hatred. Her appearance was fierce, and the look in her eyes made his anger

surge. It was this person who had harmed his sister, this heartless scoundrel, this cold-blooded man! My

poor sister was so young… Damn it, even on her deathbed she was still thinking of you! I hate you, you

bastard! Fire ignited in the leather-clad beauty's beautiful eyes…

Zhang Ziwen was truly stunned. The leather-clad beauty's eyes were so expressive, changing several times in an instant. At this moment,

he felt something was wrong because he saw the anger in her beautiful eyes. Please, she'd mistaken him for someone else! As Zhang

Ziwen inwardly groaned, a slap came

flying towards him without warning, so fast and precise, aimed at his cheek. The attack was so sudden, without any visible movement, Zhang Ziwen… Wen's lightning-fast strike clamped onto her

wrist, freezing it in place, just an inch from her cheek. What a close call…

Chapter 147 Classic Killer.

The leather-clad beauty's wrist was so soft; Zhang Ziwen could feel the delicate skin in his hand, but the force was considerable. If

she had landed a solid blow, his cheek would definitely have been marked with a finger. Having seen many beautiful women and suffered many losses himself, Zhang Ziwen

wouldn't be so slow anymore. He firmly grasped her wrist. She was struggling. Why was she attacking? Her beautiful eyes

held a poignant hatred, a look that surprised him.

The leather-clad beauty struggled fiercely; her beautiful legs, clad in leather boots, seemed about to fly off. Zhang Ziwen's expression was

somewhat bitter. He didn't want to deal with the leather-clad beauty who had helped him out of the predicament like this, but she was truly fierce. She moved her leg,

leaving him no choice but to strike again. His movements were clean and swift; he grabbed her calf, accurate and

decisive A kick from a leather boot would be fatal. Having experienced the ways of men and women, he was very careful with his sensitive areas.

"Let me go... you bastard, you son of a bitch, let me go!" The woman in the leather jacket launched into a tirade of insults. She was beautiful, and

her language was sharp.

Zhang Ziwen understood; it was Chinese, standard Mandarin. She was Chinese? He smiled bitterly. Did she know he was

Chinese ? He was surprised again. Even if she were Chinese, he wouldn't recognize her. He

remained silent, completely oblivious. He released her, took two steps back, and kept his distance. Time was of the

essence; she needed to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. He had heard the Nissan door

open His best partner was enjoying the air conditioning inside, while he was still freezing outside. He had to

leave her. Her nationality didn't matter anymore; he was certain he had mistaken her for someone else…

Zhang Ziwen looked at her, his eyes filled with apology and regret. He meant she should understand that he apologized for controlling her

and regretted her mistake. He was helpless. Even though she already knew he was Chinese, he

couldn't speak In these extraordinary times, caution was paramount. From the fact that she seemed to know he was Chinese, he hadn't killed her…

Speak was already Zhang Ziwen's greatest mercy; he couldn't bring himself to do it—the beautiful woman. That wicked beauty, his nemesis.

Zhang Ziwen quickly retreated to the car door. Just as he opened it, with a "whoosh," a dark shadow flew

towards him. Zhang Ziwen reacted swiftly, catching it red-handed. He had already recognized what it was while it was flying through the air:

long leather boots. The flying shadow was the beautiful woman's long boots. Zhang Ziwen found it amusing; this girl was

a bit too domineering. At the same time, he was puzzled by the leather-clad woman's intense anger. Since she had helped him out of a predicament, why did she

hate him so much? Why not just hand him over to the police? She could have easily revealed his identity.

Zhang Ziwen didn't understand, and he was too lazy to think about it. He couldn't sense any other danger from the woman's hatred,

and he didn't want to push things too far, but judging from her domineering methods… He was quite impressed with her; this

girl was interesting…

The long boots sat forlornly by the roadside, the black Nissan already disappearing into the night. The woman in the leather jacket

hopped onto the boots on one foot. Putting them on, she muttered, “…Zhang Ziwen, you bastard,

I won’t let you get away with this…” She spoke through gritted teeth, large tears streaming

down her face like broken pearls. She sobbed, filled with resentment: “…Poor sister, it’s been over two years…that scoundrel hasn’t even

come to see you, sister…how could you be so devoted to such a heartless man? Why did you fall in love with someone like that? This

bastard doesn’t even know where you rest in peace, that cruel scoundrel, he doesn’t deserve it, that bastard doesn’t deserve your love

…”

The woman in the leather jacket, sitting on the curb, pulled a necklace from her neck; a heart-shaped pendant adorned the platinum chain. She

murmured , “…Sister, I saw him in Tokyo today.” "Yes, I got that guy out of trouble for you, is

n't that a coincidence? But I hate him so much. I won't give him the necklace my sister left behind. I'm sorry... Sister...

I'm sorry..."

A cold wind blew through Tokyo, and the leather-clad woman sitting on the curb felt the chill. She

slowly stood up, her face streaked with tears. Her expression was stubborn and aggrieved. She

walked slowly forward, the streetlights stretching her long shadow even longer. Another gust of cold night wind blew, lifting her flowing

hair ...

Not far ahead was the highway fork. A Nissan carrying two serial killers was quietly parked on the side of the road.

There was something on the roof—a police light, though it wasn't flashing. Chen Yan checked his watch. The fourth target would

appear in 20 minutes. Fortunately, he had arrived before any unexpected trouble. Otherwise, completing the entire plan would have been

very difficult.

Chen Yan glanced at Zhang Ziwen and saw him leaning lazily against the seat, staring blankly ahead,

seemingly preoccupied.

"What are you thinking about? The pretty girl from earlier? Heh, that chick was something else, a real hottie." Chen Yan

chuckled . A pretty girl throwing a boot at someone? He'd never seen anything like it before.

"...I was thinking about that girl's eyes. So complicated, it made me a little sad. Sigh, I don't know why

." Zhang Ziwen sighed. The sorrow in the leather-clad beauty's hatred kept bothering his thoughts.

"Complicated? I didn't see it. But that girl's eyes were really beautiful, so watery. It's a pity, once

you see her, you won't see her again. What a pity." Chen Yan felt a slight regret.

Every man likes a pretty girl.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Chen Yan lazily. He was right. Once you see her, you won't see her again. That strange

girl , that strange encounter in Tokyo... Zhang Ziwen shook his head. Life is bound to have its share of unexpected encounters. He

sighed inwardly.

"By the way, it's your turn to clean up the mess after this Japanese target. Damn, you're having it easy, doing all the cleanup work."

Chen Yan had a hard time moving the man with the mustache's body, and just as he finished, someone appeared, narrowly escaping death.

"Stop haggling with me. Stick to what we agreed beforehand. I'm only responsible for the operation, you clean up the mess. Damn, you want to switch now

? No way." Zhang Ziwen immediately refused. Moving a corpse was no human job, and he resolutely refused.

"No... Uncle Zhang, you really have to do the work down there. I don't have the skills. If my skills aren't up to par,

you'll have to do the work of two people." Chen Yan shamelessly persisted.

"Damn, don't give me that crap. A CPQ elite agent wouldn't have gotten this far without some skills. Don't give me that."

Zhang Ziwen glared at him angrily.

"Well... to tell you the truth, the other brothers are alright, but their driving skills are terrible. I'm serious,

believe it or not. I'll be carrying over 100 pounds. Remember to burn some paper money for me, okay? I admit it." Chen

Yan's purpose was simple: he didn't want to do heavy work. Following Zhang Ziwen's bad idea, this job was really difficult.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at him, having encountered this guy who had always liked to cheat. Sometimes he had to admit his mistakes;

even he wasn't sure about his own words. Playing with fire was all about the thrill. He'd recently done it and lost half his life. Making his brothers risk their lives

was definitely a bit much. But who told him to want to test the guy's true skill level? Damn it, this guy's not taking it seriously

. He'd have to reap the consequences of his own actions. What a coward! Zhang Ziwen cursed under his breath. He'd better enjoy the thrill

himself.

"But buddy, your skills are truly undeniable. I can't help but admire you. How do you calculate

so precisely? A 0.1-second error and you're done. I'm impressed, brother." Chen Yan, seeing his silence,

knew he'd taken over the next task. He was secretly delighted and casually mentioned the previous sniping incident, offering a little flattery.

Zhang Ziwen smiled, a touch of pride in his heart. Those two shots he took from the mustachioed man in that half-doorway wouldn't have

been possible without some skill. This was the first time he had ever attempted such a difficult sniping technique. Sniping a target required a single, fatal shot.

He had no choice. The woman suddenly stopped, and the sound of her pulling the target down and the unpredictable scream of pain indicated that

he had to complete the task in two shots. He could only fire after the target entered the doorway, but once inside, he could no longer aim at the head, making a fatal blow

impossible . Chen Yan couldn't see the location through his binoculars, but his scope could see the three

steps inside the door frame. To ensure success, Zhang Ziwen took the risk. This was a great test of his marksmanship, the point of impact, and

the angle at which the target fell. The final, fatal shot had to be completed in just a few seconds, with calculations down to the precise point.

He held back his gun as the target climbed the first and second steps, gambling on his incredible

skill. The third step was precisely at the corner, the sound largely contained around the edge. The target

stepped onto the third step with his left foot, which was practically invisible. He then quickly stepped onto the third step with his right foot, firing

the instant The bullet would hit the sole of the foot, aiming for a zero-angle shot—a highly difficult maneuver. The aim was to penetrate directly through the sole of the foot.

By the third toe, the target will be paralyzed after being shot. They may not cry out in pain, but they

will definitely fall to the ground. When they fall, the moment their body hits the steps, he must fire a second shot in time, a

fatal second shot that the target will not have time to feel the pain in their foot. This will ensure that the target is completely

finished To kill, the only way is to hit the heart, shooting straight through the heart from the left side of the body. It is extremely difficult.

At that moment, he was highly focused on the target's right foot, moving in a straight line with the target's movements.

When the target's left foot disappeared at the end of the scope and the right foot was off the ground, Zhang Ziwen's index finger paused slightly.

The bullet cut through the night, leaving an almost invisible white trail, and passed through the target's sole at an incredible speed. Instantly,

it penetrated, with perfect precision. The third toe exploded. The target paused slightly, the right foot touched the ground, the body lost balance, and

fell. The instant the body touched the ground, he fired. The second bullet, with a white light, penetrated two inches below the shoulder blade at supersonic speed,

diagonally through, and the job was done.

The instant Zhang Ziwen's eyes left the scope, he saw the target's body convulse. He couldn't see the target

's facial expression, but according to his calculations, at the same moment the target's throat was about to make a sound, the blood clot from the ruptured heart

was already lodged in the target's throat. The target's body was convulsing, and his throat could only make gurgling sounds of blood escaping. He could also roughly calculate

that when Chen Yan approached the target, the target's body would already be frozen solid, with only some bloodstains to deal with for a while. The spent

cartridges were easy to pick up, but removing the bullets would be absolutely disgusting, and the chest cavity would definitely be a pile of ruptured, mangled flesh...

Zhang Ziwen savored that thrilling, instantaneous kill. Adaptability, calculation ability, accuracy, superb marksmanship,

timing , and the angle of the human body parts—all these factors were indispensable. Who but a super expert could

complete all of these in 2 seconds? He certainly had reason to be proud. Looking at the elite snipers in the military, how many could reach this level? And he

did it. His skill was superb, his gambling audacity immense, and with a touch of luck typical of a super gambler, he accomplished

the impossible, a classic sniper shot etched in history…

“Buddy, they’re here.” Chen Yan suddenly uttered a short, sharp sound, interrupting Zhang Ziwen’s revelation.

Zhang Ziwen opened the car door. The round police light, pre-placed on the side of the roof, began to flash, emitting a bluish

glow that was particularly glaring in the night. The car that had come off the highway was already approaching, its headlights blinding.

Zhang Ziwen squinted at the license plate. Chen Yan’s night-vision binoculars were correct; it was indeed the target’s

Mitsubishi SUV. The target’s appearance time was quite precise, with an error margin of only a few minutes.

The SUV had just come off the highway and was still going quite fast. Zhang Ziwen stood in the middle of the road, waving a

glowing sign with the word "Inspection" written in Japanese. Judging from

the police attire of Chen Yan and Zhang Ziwen as they got out of the car, it was obvious they were imposters conducting a routine check. They had been questioned by real police for the past half hour, and

now the two of them had transformed into fake officers—truly, life is unpredictable.

The Mitsubishi SUV obediently slowed down and pulled over. The window rolled down. Another fat guy. Damn,

these terrorists really live a clean life these days. Including this target, this is the fourth one tonight, and

three of them are fat. Corrupt terrorists, Zhang Ziwen cursed under his breath.

At Chen Yan's signal in Japanese, the target opened the car door. Heavyweight—the target was extremely obese. The car

suddenly felt lighter, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet. Damn, why did he get out of the car? Troublesome. Zhang Ziwen was a little

suspicious that the target might be a sumo wrestler. His hair was slicked back, quite long, and tied up

with sideburns. His fat jiggled as he got out of the car.

Zhang Ziwen was curious how Chen Yan would handle this fat bull. The bull, standing in front of Chen Yan, looked like a

mountain of flesh, towering over him by more than half a head. It was quite imposing. Zhang Ziwen was positioned to the side of the bull, at an attack angle

. He was itching to take action; if Chen Yan couldn't handle it, he'd give it a go.

Chen Yan stared at the mountain of flesh that towered over him, slightly stunned. He regretted calling the bull

out of the car; it would be too much trouble to get it back later. Chen Yan sighed inwardly and waved, signaling the bull to lower its

head. The target was too high; it wouldn't be convenient to attack.

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