Chapter 281 National Treasure Scientist

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Kunsha has already been ‘transported’ back home under the arrangement of the dancer.

Zhang Feng stayed in the warehouse room, waiting for his new ID.

In three days, Zhang Feng did not go in vain and started a Japanese language course to teach himself.

The Japanese language was born out of the Huaxia language. The pronunciation of some characters is very similar to Huaxia language, so it is not difficult to learn.

Moreover, the Japanese language that Zhang Feng learns is targeted, as long as it can meet the daily communication and the language used in battle.

The 01's intelligence personnel in the warehouse, including the dancers, were all proficient in Japanese, so Zhang Feng grabbed their corners and could even understand the meaning of each other with gestures.

On the fourth day, the dancer sent the new ID certificate to Zhang Feng's hand and said, "The ID you want."

Open the ID card, name: Mito Yohei, Japanese, graduate student of Tokyo Medical University.

Seeing Zhang Feng's frowning brows, the dancer said, "Using the identity of a Japanese national can save you a lot of trouble and make things easier. Moreover, you can rest assured that this identity can withstand the scrutiny of any forces."

Although he was unwilling to use the identity of the Japanese, he agreed with the choreographer, nodded and sneered, "Thank you, choreographer."

"Yes, don't say these are useless, remember that you owe Lao Tzu two people please." The dancer grinned.

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Having obtained a reliable new identity, and the body has been fully rested in the past few days, so he has not stayed here.

On the plane to Tokyo, there was no stop after getting off the airport and went straight to Tokyo Medical University.

I found a small hotel near the school that was similar to a domestic daily rental house. Most of the people living nearby were university students. There were a large number of people and a mixture of fish and dragons, which was able to hide the identity.

After renting the house, enter the gate of Tokyo Medical University and walk around the school.

Zhang Feng did not walk in when he heard about the neurological teaching building, but kept the position firmly in his heart, and walked out of the school.

He drove straight to the villa area where Kunsha was located.

An hour later, Zhang Feng got out of the taxi, frowning.

Although three full days have passed since the battle with Kunsha, the villa is still holding a cordon, and police officers with live ammunition are standing guard nearby.

Take a cigarette out of his pocket and light it up, like a passerby, strolling around and looking around.

His eyes stayed among the crowds of people passing by, locking up a few suspicious people.

These people are dressed in a variety of ways, but their expressions are rigid, and they can't help looking at the crowd.

It is the wireless communication device on the ear that can more reveal their identity.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The identity of these people was clearly revealed, and they should be agents of the Japanese Self-Defense Corps.

Kunsha buried a huge amount of explosives under his villa. Although it did not detonate, it was enough to threaten the safety of nearby civilians. These agents were self-evidently involved in the investigation.

The purpose of Zhang Feng's trip was not to conflict with these people, but to park himself in the car on the other side of the villa and drive away.

The next operation does not know how long it will last, and it is really inconvenient without convenient transportation.

He walked slowly towards the parking place, and got into the car without arousing anyone's suspicion.

After starting the car, he did not rush back to Tokyo Medical University immediately, but drove toward the unnamed manor.

The existence of Anonymous Manor has always been a question in Zhang Feng's mind. Kunsha appeared here, and from the Anonymous Manor, he drove out of the van that was connected to the hospital and the mysterious doctor.

Whether these unanswered questions have anything to do with Yun Qian's doctoral tutor, Professor Mitsui, everything has drawn a huge question mark in Zhang Feng's heart.

Parked the car far away on the side of the road, put on a cap and walked towards the nameless manor.

Looking across the street from the gate of the Unknown Manor, it was still the same as before. The guards with weapons stood at the gate, as if nothing had happened.

The brows frowned slightly, the other party did not make any changes? Could it be that Kunsha's arrest has no effect on them?

This situation is somewhat beyond Zhang Feng's expectations.

After checking for about half an hour, without any gain, Zhang Feng returned to the car.

Sitting in the car, after a little hesitation, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number of the dancing boy, "Dancing boy, help me check the information of a few people. One named Da Lang Maeda, a driver of a logistics company There is also Professor Mitsui, a doctoral supervisor at Tokyo Medical University."

"Professor Mitsui?" The dancer asked in surprise, "What do you want to investigate him for?"

Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng became curious, "Is there anything strange about Professor Mitsui? Can't we investigate?"

"It's not that investigations are impossible. It's just that what can be investigated is placed on the desktops of the intelligence agencies of various countries, and those that cannot be investigated are destined to be impossible to find. He is a scientist at the level of the national treasure of the country, so it is conceivable that the intelligence services of the country would treat him The protection." The dancer is no stranger to Professor Mitsui, and even personally investigated, but what can be found can be found on the Internet.

Zhang Feng became more curious about this Professor Mitsui, and said: "That's it, you just send me the information you have. And that Da Lang Maeda, I want him to have detailed information, preferably his logistics company. Investigation."

"Hey, Zhang Feng, does I owe you? I am not your nanny."

"Haha, the dancer asked you to say that, are we buddies? Besides, this little thing is not very casual for you." Zhang Feng teased.

"Grass, wait. By the way, there is one more thing. The organization has received Kunsha and is very satisfied with your actions, and at the same time order you to return to China as soon as possible and not stay in the country for a long time." The dancer reminded.

"I see, I think things here will be eye-catching in the next few days, and I will go back as soon as possible. Also, the dancers, I think the harvest this time will definitely exceed your and my imagination. Do you want to come to Tokyo to help? Me?" Zhang Feng suggested.

"Say it!" The choreographer didn't answer in the affirmative, and hung up the phone directly.

After communicating with the dancer, Zhang Feng didn't stop here anymore and drove back to Tokyo Medical University quickly.

Sitting in the room, I found the schoolwork arrangement from the school's official website, and there will be a course by Professor Mitsui tomorrow morning, which makes Zhang Feng a little happy.