Chapter 215 Assassination
There was wailing in the dark web group.
The team members who had some brains and watched from the sidelines without participating, and those who survived with remote support, all spoke in the group.
[What happened? Everyone disappeared in an instant. Why did this happen? ]
[Dead, all dead, in just a moment, all dead. ]
[My brother is dead!!! Mr. Zhang, do you know something? Why didn't you tell us?]
[Yes, why don’t you say it? You must know something, otherwise you wouldn’t give up.]
[Zhang Benren: What do I know? Do I need to explain it to you? You are a bunch of rubbish! ]
"A bunch of trash." Zhang Benren sneered and closed the dark web group, continuing to check the room plans and floor plans of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel.
"Master, there are only five executive suites on the floor where Jin Meiting lives. All of them are reserved by Jin Meiting. No reservations are accepted. At the same time, a specific elevator card is required to enter the relevant floor."
"I called to inquire. If you want to book rooms on other floors of this main building, non-Japanese nationals also need to register with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department first, and they need a certificate issued by the Police Department."
"Also, the entire hotel is equipped with police networked cameras, with almost no blind spots. If we enter, we will inevitably be photographed and stored in the police database immediately."
Ning Sheng shook his head: "There is almost no other way to deal with Jin Meiting in the hotel. Why don't we wait until she walks out of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel."
"No, we don't have so much time. What's more, just because she comes out doesn't mean we have a chance. Let's go over here and take a look." Zhang Benren pointed to a high-rise building opposite the Imperial Hotel Tokyo, the Suzuki Planning Building.
The Suzuki Planning Building is slightly taller than the Tokyo Imperial Hotel. Although it is a bit far away, it is still very suitable for observing the situation of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel.
This is an old office building, and at this time, all the companies on all floors have closed.
The entire building was dark and empty.
There were only two elderly security guards dozing off at the entrance of the building.
"Master, you also need to swipe your card to enter the elevator floors." After the master and disciple entered the elevator, Ning Sheng pointed to the card swiping area and said.
"Go through the fire escape." Zhang Benren said.
The master and the disciple walked up the stairs to the rooftop. The moment they opened the door, several AKs were pointed at them.
At the same time, several burly men with impressive auras looked over coldly: "Another one is coming to our door."
It seems that the other party is well prepared. Are these Jin Meiting's bodyguards? Zhang Benren narrowed his eyes and concentrated his energy to look for an opportunity.
A big man next to him came over with alloy handcuffs.
"Wait, you are the uncle-master?" One of the burly men came forward and looked Zhang Benren up and down: "Uncle-master, it really is you!!"
"Mistress?" Zhang Benren was stunned when he heard this and looked the other person up and down: "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to protect my employer. But why are you here, Uncle Master? Didn't you go to North America?" The burly man looked at Zhang Benren warily: "Uncle Master, you are not coming back to kill my employer, are you?"
"You bastard, I just met your master not long ago, and you pointed a gun at your uncle and fellow apprentice." Zhang Benren said unhappily, "Why, Jin Meiting invited you? Why didn't your master tell me, where is Xiaowu? Is he here too?"
"Xiao Wu is not with me. He is protecting another employer. Uncle, why are you asking Xiao Wu? Are you trying to trick me? Do you have any other ideas?" Xiao San looked at Zhang Benren warily and hesitantly, and took the alloy shackles from the side: "Uncle, you'd better wear these, otherwise I'm afraid you will turn hostile."
He looked at Ning Sheng next to him and said, "Forget it, Junior Brother."
"You guy, don't you trust me, your uncle?" Zhang Benren sneered and wanted to speak.
Several AKs behind him pushed hard against his waist, signaling him to be quiet.
Zhang Benren felt the "aura" of this group of people. Each of them was unusual. Although they were not particularly strong, they all had a sense of toughness. Looking at the furnishings around them, they were very professional and basically transformed into a giant cage.
Just waiting for someone like me to come to the door. In the corner next to me, several "colleagues" who came before me were tied up and locked aside.
It’s no wonder they underestimated the enemy and fell into the trap.
Who would have thought that a person in the entertainment industry, Kim Mi-jung, could have such tight protection.
I was wondering at the time why the reward for a woman in the entertainment industry was so high.
Now it seems to be ten times lower.
"Yes, I really don't trust my uncle. My master also said that you are not a good person. Don't believe anything he says." Xiao San was very straightforward.
After saying that, he took a few steps back, threw the alloy shackles far away at Zhang Benren's feet, and motioned for him to put them on himself.
Zhang Benren sighed: "My senior brother never said a good word to me, but he is right!"
The word "right" had just been said.
Zhang Benren's momentum suddenly burst out, intimidating the gunmen behind him and making them slightly stunned.
Seizing this tiny opportunity, Zhang Benren disappeared in an instant and appeared behind several gunmen, punching them quickly and hitting their vital points.
But these guys were also good fighters. They quickly adjusted their bodies, raised their guns to protect their vital parts, and blocked Zhang Benren's fists.
At this time, Ning Sheng made a flying kick from the side, kicking one of them flying away.
'Boom.'
'Boom.'
The two gunmen holding AKs used their guns to block Zhang Benren's fist, but they didn't expect that Zhang Benren's fist was so powerful that it hit their guns and bent them into a U shape.
Even so, the force was still unabated, knocking the two men out and hitting the wall.
The two men struggled to stand up, threw away the twisted AK in their hands, and endured the injuries as they looked at each other, Yaoyao and Zhang Benren, the master and his apprentice.
"I didn't expect that my senior brother has so many good fighters now." Zhang Benren was also very surprised. If his two punches were used on an ordinary bodyguard, the bodyguard would have been either dead or disabled, lying on the ground unable to move.
However, these two people used their guns to relieve the force, and were able to gather their energy to block the remaining force at the moment when their fist power entered their bodies.
Several other burly men stood up with serious expressions and surrounded them.
"Mr. Zhang, release us first."
"We'll give you our share of the reward, too."
"Yes, we'll give you all of ours."
Several killers who were tied up nearby spoke up.
Then footsteps were heard in the corridor, and two more killers came to the rooftop.
Seeing this scene, how could you not know what was going on?
He hurried over to the tied-up killers.
"Xiao San, if Xiao Wu wasn't here, you wouldn't be able to stop us today. Jin Meiting is dead. She has offended a big chaebol and the reward is an astronomical figure. These killers are coming for her." Zhang Benren smiled and said, "Uncle Master won't make it difficult for you. You can withdraw with your people."
"Mr. Zhang, this is not good," one of the killers said with a frown.
Zhang Benren turned his head and smiled at the killer and said, "What did you say?"
"Nothing," the killer flinched at the look and took two steps back.
"Uncle Master, I can't leave." Xiao San shook his head.
"Why, have you improved over the years? Do you dare to fight with Uncle Master?" Zhang Benren said with a smile: "Come on, you fight, let Uncle Master see your progress."
"Uncle Master, I'm not leaving because I don't want you to die." Xiao San said in a deep voice, "You can't kill Jin Meiting."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Benren also stopped smiling.
He knew this nephew of his junior apprenticeship well. He was a reserved person and didn't like to joke around. Since he was speaking so seriously, there must be some hidden secret.
"This Jin Meiting is Master Fang's man." Xiao San said.
"Who?" Zhang Benren asked again suspiciously.
"Master Fang, that's what Master calls him." Xiao San repeated, "Although I don't know who Master Fang is, Master knows, and I'm sure Uncle Master knows too."
"Master Fang?" Zhang Benren was shocked, and a tremor surged into his heart.
"Yes." Xiao San nodded: "That's why Master asked us to protect him."
"Master Fang, in Tokyo?"
"Yes, Master saw him a few days ago."
Zhang Benren stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.
His blood was boiling, his mind was in a mess, what should he do? What should he do? A feeling of death and suffocation that he had not experienced in many years suddenly approached Zhang Benren.
I actually offended Master Fang unintentionally.
Although it did not cause any consequences, it did violate that person's taboo.
It is impossible for the mistress to deceive herself and make up such a character.
How could he be in Tokyo? How could this Jin Meiting be his? What should he do? How should he make amends?
"Mr. Zhang?" A killer nearby looked at Zhang Benren who was standing there in a daze, questioningly.
When Zhang Benren heard his name being called, he turned his head impatiently.
A shocking momentum rushed straight into the sky.
Raise your hands flat, put your palms together and push out.
Silently.
'Puff'
'Puff'
With these light palms pushed out, these unsuspecting killer 'colleagues' all vomited blood mist as if they were hit by a huge force.
He stared at Zhang Benren with wide eyes and disbelief, then fell to the ground.
His limbs were paralyzed and his life or death was unknown.
"Xiao San, I'm going to find your master. You stay here and take care of these things." Zhang Benren said sternly, "Also, protect Jin Meiting. There are not only these people, but also others coming later. Don't let anything go wrong."
Xiao San was stunned when he heard this. It made it sound as if this senior uncle was the one who came to protect this place, while he seemed to be just a handyman.
Before he could say anything, Zhang Benren disappeared with a whoosh.
He didn't even take his apprentice with him.
Ning Sheng stared at the situation on the field in a daze, looked in the direction where his master was going away, and then looked at the burly man in front of him.
"Senior Brother." He said with a fist.
The scene was a little awkward.
Ariake Arena in Tokyo.
Zhang Benhe looked at Nagano Rei, who was still energetic and waving her fists.
It’s good to be young.
Alas, this girl finishes her classes in the morning, practices here in the afternoon and until the evening, and she doesn’t feel tired at all.
"Senior Brother." A voice called out from a distance.
Zhang Benren and several others leaped up to Zhang Benhe.
"Is Master Fang in Tokyo?" Zhang Benren asked breathlessly.
Even he could hardly hold on after running such a long distance on foot.
Zhang Benhe frowned as he looked at his junior fellow apprentice in such a state of disgrace, and pointed at the tea on the table: "Did you meet Xiao San or Xiao Wu?"
"Xiao San." Zhang Benren drank the tea without hesitation: "Master Fang is in Tokyo, why didn't you tell me, Senior Brother?"
"Can I talk nonsense about Master Fang?" Zhang Benhe sneered, "Who did you assassinate? Did you offend Master Fang? If so, you should commit suicide as soon as possible. Master has said that with your temper, you will cause trouble sooner or later."
"Fortunately, fortunately, it was just the finishing touch. If Xiao San hadn't reminded me, Master Fang would have been pissed off." Zhang Benren was not angry at being scolded by Zhang Benhe: "Who would have known why Master Fang would appear in Tokyo? This Jin Meiting is just an entertainment manager who has been in the limelight recently. How could she be Master Fang's man?"
"Hmph." Nagano Rei was practicing boxing with her little ears perked up while listening to gossip and eating melons. When she heard about the coquettish woman Jin Meiting, she couldn't help but snorted.
"You are practicing your boxing but your mind is distracted. What kind of nonsense are you practicing, a Ryukyu woman?" Zhang Benren shouted when he heard this.
I just have a lot of anger that I can't vent.
"She is also Master Fang's person," Zhang Benhe said expressionlessly.
"Cough cough." Zhang Benhe was choked by the tea and kept coughing.
Looking at Nagano Rei with a stern face.
"You seem to have good talent and are well-behaved. I have a few pages of martial arts experience to give you," Zhang Benren said seriously.
Ningsheng sat obediently in the corner, not looking around.
He was amazed by the professionalism of the senior brother named Xiaosan and this group of burly men in handling the corpse.
Xiao San looked at the junior brother who was sitting upright during their first meeting and had some affection for him.
This doesn't seem like my uncle's temperament, but more like what my master taught me.
"Junior brother didn't scare you, did he?" Xiao San patted Ning Sheng's shoulder.
"Brother, who is that Master Fang?" Ning Sheng shook his head and couldn't help but ask what was on his mind.
"I don't know either. Anyway, he is someone that neither your master nor my master can afford to offend." Xiao San said, "Your master has hit a wall this time. I'm afraid he must have been scared to death."
Ning Sheng nodded, what his senior brother said was true.
I have never seen Master look so frightened before.
In the dark web group.
[What’s going on? Is anyone here?] The middleman employer kept asking.
How come in just such a short period of time, the killers from all over the world in this group seemed to have disappeared?
[Stop shouting. I’ve given up on the second mission as well.] Zhang Benren typed.
"Mr. Zhang, what happened? Why are you the only one speaking up? Don't be like that. Is it because you don't have enough money? The price is negotiable." said the middleman.
[I gave up when I said I would.] Zhang Benren said.
【Wait, Mr. Zhang, the employer wants to talk to you in person. 】
A strange question mark joined the group and asked to connect with Zhang Benren.
Zhang Benren directly clicked the red X to reject the voice link.
[Don't waste your time. I said I won't answer the call, so that's it. By the way, let him keep the money to save his life. He has offended the most unacceptable person in the world. This sentence is considered as the deposit fee. I will not refund the deposit. ]
Zhang Benren left the group.
Inside the suite at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.
Jin Meiting's cell phone kept ringing.
Jin Meiting came out of the bathroom naked, with a dry towel wrapped around her hair and the water on her body still not dried.
The short purple hair has been dyed back to black.
The water droplets on the skin flowed back into small streams as he walked, along the smooth back, flat belly, into the two buttocks, and then dripped down one by one.
Jin Meiting picked up the phone and answered the call.
[President Song, is there anything I can help you with? ]
[Team Leader Jin, I have received intelligence that Lee Jae-yong has hired assassins from all over the world and offered a high bounty for your life. You must be careful.]
[Is the man surnamed Li here again?] Jin Meiting sneered: [I see, thank you, President Song. I am not afraid of such shady tactics, but nothing can happen to the Korean government. My background cannot be taken away by the Korean government, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with.]
[Don't worry, Team Leader Jin, I helped the president's wife escape punishment. With the magic weapon given to me by Master Fang, the president now obeys my divination. You will be fine.]
【That's good.】
The voice call was hung up.
Jin Meiting touched the yellow talisman hanging around her neck.
It's amazing what the boss gave me.
No matter how much water you wash it with, it won't get wet.
Killer? I never worried about having a boss.
I guess Lee Jae-yong is so angry that he almost died at this moment.
Jin Meiting was right.
Lee Jae-yong threw the folded Galaxy Z Fold6 in his hand to the ground.
Jin Meiting is such a bitch, it's amazing that so many killers can't do anything to her.
If the major religions had not been busy with wars, they wouldn't have been able to even hire people with the money.
It seems we have to start with the president.
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Inside the apartment.
"Where did this picture come from?" Fang Zuo hugged Feng Dielian and smelled her scent.
"Don't smell it like that," Feng Dielian pinched Fang Zuo's nose shyly and said coquettishly.
I knew that I had two new scents on me that didn't exist before.
The smell of sweat and hormones secreted by the body.
Mixed together, it is fascinating and seductive.
Feng Dielian was pleased to see Fang Zuo's nose being pinched and he took a deep breath, then he immediately covered Fang Zuo's mouth with his little hands.
Then he saw Fang Zuo's face was red and he looked like he was about to suffocate, and then he proudly let go of his hands.
Even though she knew the man was teasing her on purpose, she was still very happy.
Is this what love feels like?
Is this a love that belongs to me? "This is a map of American architecture that I compiled over the past few decades." Feng Dielian said quietly, hooking her arm around the man's neck.
The American Dao Sect's great formation? How is this possible?
Fang Zuo was stunned.
Are there any Taoist friends in America? He was thinking about the Taoist formation master who ascended to heaven and came back. He had such a big hand and had been operating for decades.
But I never imagined that these buildings that are blooming all over Japan were built by the American troops stationed in Japan.
There will always be the shadow of Taoist masters behind America.
Is it cooperation? Or is it? "What's wrong?" Feng Dielian saw the man frowning, hooked his neck and leaned forward, kissing him gently on the forehead.
The little hands pulled at both eyebrows, trying to smooth them out.
"Nothing." Fang Zuo shook his head.
"Nothing, just don't frown." After Feng Dielian kissed his forehead, she lowered her head and rubbed her nose against Fang Zuo's nose: "Does it still smell like alcohol?"
"A little bit." Fang Zuo said.
"Oh, it's all your fault. I haven't even squeezed out the toothpaste yet, and you pushed me onto the sink." Feng Dielian opened her mouth and bit Fang Zuo's nose: "I'm going to take a shower and brush my teeth."
"I'm going too." Fang Zuo said as he picked up Feng Dielian.
"No, Damei." Feng Dielian put one hand on Fang Zuo's chest and the other on Fang Zuo's forehead: "You are not here to take a bath."
"Then what am I doing this for?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.
"You are doing this for..." Feng Dielian's face flushed: "Anyway, it's not for taking a bath."
"Of course." Fang Zuo rubbed Feng Dielian's buttocks and hooked his pinky finger: "I can also rub her back."
"I can't do it anymore. I don't want you to rub my back." Feng Dielian screamed, and the blush that had just faded away rose again. She struggled to get off Fang Zuo: "I want to take a shower."
"Then you help me rub my back." Fang Zuo held her hand tightly to prevent her from escaping: "Then I will open up the shape again."
"Ah, ah, Dane, I don't know how to rub your back." Feng Dielian kept struggling.
"It looks like you're still strong." Fang Zuo smiled and ignored Feng Dielian's struggle, carrying her into the bathroom: "I hope you'll always be so strong."
At the same time.
The North American Headquarters of the Protestant Church, the Vatican, and the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour in Russia.
Roaring sounds were heard throughout the three churches.
The death of so many important faculty members has never happened before except during World War II.
The daughter of the First God was taken away by a mysterious buyer on Mrs. Bai's cruise ship and has never been found since.
The Protestant Church of North America Headquarters.
"What? So many assassins were killed by Abe Nosuke?" The archbishop stood in front of the statue, tapping the ground with his staff:
"Go, bring the holy relic to Sarako, and tell her to find the buyer, send him to the Lord to repent, and then send him to hell. Also, put the matter of Abe Nojaku aside for now. When the battlefield in Israel slows down and there are enough personnel, I will send someone to deal with it."
Vatican City.
"Put pressure on Madam White and find out who the buyer is. She is so bold and reckless!" The Catholic Pope's pale face flushed and he coughed violently a few times. "Also, tell Salvatore Piccolo that if he can't even gain a foothold in Tokyo, Japan, then there is no need for the Mafia to exist. I think Procida Island Prison is more suitable for his family who are on vacation in France. Let his entire family go there to enjoy the sea view."
Cathedral of Christ the Saviour, Russia.
"Let the shadow on the battlefield in Ukraine come back and take the holy relics to Japan to find the location of the Daughter of the First God. We don't have that much energy to put on this goddess, so we can only do this for now!!" Patriarch Kirill I swam back and forth in the cold lake a few times and stood up with his blood boiling. He grabbed a girl next to him and pressed her under him: "The plan for the four northern islands of Japan is speeding up. Remember, it is not this world that sanctions us, but we who sanction this world."
Feng Dielian fainted on the sofa again.
Fang Zuo left.
Not long after, Feng Dielian struggled to get up and smiled bitterly at the mess on the sofa.
He turned on his phone and contacted Ashiya Michizo immediately.
She doesn't know.
Fang Zuo was standing on the rooftop of her apartment at this moment, with his spiritual sense spreading out, staring at Feng Dielian expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)
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