Message sent, waiting starts.
About ten minutes later, a message came back.
[Report your location. I'll send someone to handle the target's body. Leave quickly, and don't show your face to anyone.
At seven tonight, North Street, Old Town, the usual place, you and I will meet for a private talk]
'The usual place?'
Zhang Feng recalled his memory and knew it was a small noodle shop.
'That's the meeting point.'
Zhang Feng inexplicably thought of some spy dramas.
Quite thrilling.
Then.
Zhang Feng took one last look around, also thinking of tidying things up.
But during the fainting and fighting, he doesn't know how much debris he left behind here.
Zhang Feng thought about it, finally choosing to ignore it; otherwise, the workload would be too large, and he couldn't achieve the 'quick' that the captain said.
'First confirm my location.'
Picked up the scattered pistol, turned off the safety, and left the factory silently.
Zhang Feng looked at the jeep parked on the wasteland.
It's the boss's.
The car door was not closed, and the key was not taken out.
Zhang Feng got into the car, looked at the display screen, then edited the location information and clicked to send a text message.
Just during starting the car.
Zhang Feng saw a phone at the gear shift position.
Opened it.
Inside, there was only one sent message.
[King Snake, urgent matter, reschedule]
Because of Zhang Feng's situation, the boss cancelled today's deal.
And casually gave a reason for 'urgent matter.'
After reading the message and combining with what the boss said before, Zhang Feng had some guesses in his heart,
'When King Snake asks him, "What was the urgent matter?"
He could say I was kidnapped by someone from abroad.
But at first, he didn't understand the reason, mistakenly thought someone was targeting this deal, so he cancelled it.'
Zhang Feng rubbed his chin, this reason isn't seamless, but it's passable.
After all, conflicts often occur between the overseas gang and the local gang.
Missing one 'errand runner' like himself is quite normal.
But this time, they missed a 'boss errand runner.'
Vroom—
Zhang Feng pressed the gas pedal, heading towards the city.
...
In the evening.
Zhang Feng got off the car in the suburbs, chose a combination of walking and taking a taxi, finally arriving at the old town area before seven in the evening.
To avoid driving the boss's car around and attracting the attention of mindful people.
"..."
"..."
Walking into the block, there were vendors selling things on both sides.
There were tourist souvenirs and various specialty snacks.
But Zhang Feng could not hear anything.
Just by looking, he felt vibrant.
'Xiaolin Restaurant...'
Zhang Feng walked with the slightly crowded crowd, glancing around.
At the next street corner, he saw the small noodle shop located behind a few vendors.
Its decoration was ordinary, with plastic curtains at the entrance.
He walked to the entrance in a few steps, lifted the curtain.
There weren't many customers inside.
"What would you like?" The owner looked at Zhang Feng who just walked in.
Zhang Feng didn't know what he said, but pointed upstairs, "Someone's meeting me."
Because he couldn't hear.
Inadvertently, Zhang Feng's voice was a bit loud, with a slightly irritable feeling.
"Alright, call me if you need anything." The owner, seeing this customer looked hard to deal with, smiled and didn't bother Zhang Feng anymore.
Zhang Feng walked upstairs.
Turning at the stairway.
Zhang Feng looked around and saw a middle-aged man with sunglasses in the corner.
He also had a little mustache, baseball cap, and long hair, a very conspicuous appearance.
Yet in this mixed area, it was quite normal.
He was the captain in his memory.
However, his face was heavily disguised.
Zhang Feng didn't recognize him at first, but felt his body movements were familiar.
A person's body aura is actually hard to change.
Of course, this is also because Zhang Feng possessed the memory and experience of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, so he could quickly distinguish these 'behavior auras.'
After identifying him, Zhang Feng walked towards him.
'Recognized me?' The captain was slightly surprised when he saw Zhang Feng recognizing him so quickly.
'Could it be that I didn't disguise well enough?'
He touched his mustache, touched his face, felt they were pretty good.
Could it be that he's too familiar with Zhang Feng and recognized him as a result?
He thought to himself and saw a waiter wandering upstairs, so he quickly put away his surprise, waved at the waiter,
"Get some braised meat and two bowls of beef noodles."
Driving outsiders away.
Only Zhang Feng and the captain remained upstairs.
When the captain saw Zhang Feng sitting down, he slightly leaned in, scrutinizing Zhang Feng with concern.
Although the captain and Zhang Feng were more than twenty years apart in age.
However, they graduated from the same police academy and were both assigned to the anti-drug unit in the border city.
This kind of connection made him very concerned about this junior.
Moreover, being an undercover in the drug den was inherently dangerous.
He naturally paid a lot of attention to his colleague on the front line.
"Did you get hurt during the mission?" After assessing him, he asked quietly.
"?" Zhang Feng didn't know what he was saying, so he pointed to his ear and shook his head.
He initially wanted to say 'I can't hear'.
But seeing the captain whispering.
Zhang Feng suddenly realized that if he spoke, his voice might be very loud, possibly even reaching the people downstairs.
So Zhang Feng tried to speak softly, "I can't hear, let's chat by typing on the phone."
"What did you say?" The captain couldn't hear Zhang Feng's words at all; it was too soft, "It's just the two of us upstairs, you can speak a bit louder."
"..." Zhang Feng was puzzled, "I said, I can't hear, can we use the phone?"
"?" The captain still couldn't hear.
Zhang Feng simply took out his phone and typed,
(Close-range gunfire caused some hearing loss, I can't hear at the moment)
"What? You were injured?" The captain suddenly looked at Zhang Feng, and then realized that Zhang Feng couldn't hear, so he also took out his phone and typed, (Take a rest immediately, I'll report it to the higher-ups for you, you shouldn't participate in the subsequent missions!)
(It's nothing serious) Zhang Feng quickly typed, (I'm slowly recovering now, and moreover, I've been undercover for two years, I'm familiar with this place and have finally infiltrated this drug circle.
If I withdraw now, all our hard work will be in vain?
Is that what you want to see?)
Zhang Feng wanted to stay undercover, firstly to get closer to that non-essential main line.
Secondly, although this experience was very dangerous, it was also fascinating.
Thirdly, Zhang Feng just wanted to take down the drug dealers, no particular reason.
(This is an order! Withdraw!) The captain typed forcefully, placing the phone right in front of Zhang Feng's eyes, less than five centimeters away.
(I'm deaf, not blind) Zhang Feng continued to type with his head down, (Captain, if you really care about me, help me deal with that boss afterward, and then let me continue.
I'm truly recovering now, at most by tomorrow. If the opportunity is right, we can meet once more.
If I'm still deaf, or if there are other issues, I will follow orders)
"Why won't you just listen?" The captain was exasperated but quickly reverted to a gentle smile when he heard footsteps from the stairs.
And stretched out his hand to put away Zhang Feng's phone.
Zhang Feng was slow to realize that someone was downstairs.
"Braised meat." The waiter brought the dish to the table, smiling with only the mouth, "The noodles are still in the making."
"Okay, thank you." The captain nodded with a smile, waited for the waiter to leave, and then typed again (Look, if your hearing doesn't recover in a short time, isn't this very dangerous?
It's better to listen to me, return to police duties, and then come with me to the hospital for a check-up)
Hoo—
Zhang Feng leisurely grabbed back the phone, (I say the same, give me a day to recover)
"You!" The captain looked at Zhang Feng unhappily.
Zhang Feng looked calmly at the captain.
A few minutes passed.
"Noodles!" The waiter came up again and placed the noodles on the table.
The captain resumed his smile and speechlessly helped Zhang Feng store his phone.
Zhang Feng again slowly realized someone had come up.
After the waiter left.
"Stop looking at me, let's eat first." The captain shook his head, still concerned about this junior brother.
But when he thought about the junior brother being unable to hear.
He switched to typing (Eat if you want, leave if you don't, anyway, I'll give you one day, tomorrow I'll take some time to check on you)
Zhang Feng finished reading the text and then looked at the captain,
'He typed four paragraphs, but spoke two.
What did he say just now?' Zhang Feng thought while eating noodles with chopsticks.
But then recalled something and took out two phones from the boss, handing them to the captain.
(Both phones belong to the target, one of them still has messages)
"King Snake?" The captain looked at them, "He should also be one of Luo Huo's 'suppliers'."
Luo Huo, the biggest ice drug producer at the border.
And Zhang Feng's mission target.
But he's extremely cunning, with unknown hideouts and many subordinates.
Even his appearance is unknown.
Currently, the police only know that the ice drug hub he controls has a strict hierarchy.
Structured using the names of chess pieces.
From near to far.
He is the only 'General'.
With 'advisors' as his closest guards.
'Elephants' are his armed henchmen.
'Knights' collect goods from him, close confidants of the second tier.
'Rooks' are his transit suppliers, second-tier subordinates.
'Cannons' are the main force of the second-tier henchmen.
Finally, there are countless 'Pawns' on the front lines
Some are selling at drug points, some are street peddlers.
The boss Zhang Feng was following was one of the 'Pawns'.
...
Evening.
Zhang Feng didn't choose to go elsewhere but was arranged by the captain into a run-down hotel.
He instructed Zhang Feng not to go out casually.
At the same time.
Factory.
A few cold-faced plainclothes criminal investigation officers were handling the crime scene.
No lockdown, no loud alarms.
Everything proceeded quietly.
However, after they observed the body, checked the bench, and finally examined the severed ropes, their expressions were quite remarkable.