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The Tokyo Protection Regiment has not arrived yet, and the Central Hotel has been martial law inside and outside, and Japanese soldiers wearing "grid police" armbands are everywhere.

It seems that the Japanese are really a little bit full of weapons.

Some people stood sparsely at the door, holding cameras, looking forward to it, and they were reporters at first glance.

Of course, all of them are oriental faces. Needless to say, most of them are Japanese, and a few of them are slight and can tell that they are traitors at first glance.

Journalists should be the most backbone cultural person, but they cannot see the character of a literati in them.

In addition to being servile, he just shook his tail and begged for mercy.

The reporters who can come today are either reporters sent to China from Japanese local newspapers, traitor newspapers that are close to Japan, or some shameless traitors and literati.

"Boss, it's not easy to get in!"

"It's really a bit difficult, but it doesn't matter. The Tokyo protection team hasn't arrived yet. I guess some people have not arrived. Let's go and rob one of them halfway."

"Get rid of one, good idea!"

Robbing on Zhongshan North Road Avenue is definitely a search for death. If you change to a small road, it will be fine. At least the Japanese will pay much less attention.

"Damn it, will you?"

"Boss, what is a mess?" Li Xiaogang asked.

"Idiot, it's just a matter of striking the porcelain..." Fang Xiaoyang had more life experience than Li Xiaogang, and knew what "striking the porcelain" was for.

"Isn't this a slander?"

"I didn't ask you to cheat people. I just asked you to find an excuse. We can rob people and get an identity, but if you see clearly, don't choose the wrong person."

"Don't worry. Boss, I've seen this." Fang Xiaoyang said.

"Then I'll just watch it when you and Li Xiaogang come to play this show." Leng Feng said boldly and confidently.

"Boss, please hold on."

This is indeed a stupid way to wait for the rabbit, but a stupid way may not be a good way, and this luck is invisible and intangible.

"Here you come!"

A black car drove over, and Li Xiao was about to step forward. Leng Feng stopped him: "At least those who make cars have good looks. The identity is not easy to use."

Li Xiaogang nodded.

About seven or eight minutes later, another car passed by, and there was a woman wearing eye makeup sitting inside, which obviously didn't work.

Twenty minutes passed, and the right target had not appeared. Fang Xiaoyang and Li Xiaogang couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Don't worry, you have to be patient in this job of striking porcelain. We still have time, just catch up." Leng Feng gently patted Fang Xiaoyang on the shoulder and said.

"I understand, boss."

"Here, come..."

"He came over on a horse and was wearing a police uniform. It seemed like he was a policeman?" Li Xiaogang heard the news of his observation.

"The policeman is so eye-catching, let him pass."

"Um!"

After letting go of five or six groups of people, I finally saw a person coming in a rickshaw, who looked like a reporter, with a camera hanging around his neck and a leather bag in his hand, constantly urging the driver to hurry up, and it sounded like a Japanese.

It's him!

Li Xiaogang rushed over at once. This kind of slut with no technical content is only suitable for beginners like him.

Li Xiaogang almost ran into the rickshaw.

This scared the rickshaw driver. Because of the inertia of the car, he couldn't stop the car at all. But the one who bumped into it was a Japanese samurai.

It inevitably started to hit the front of the car and almost hit the spot and made a switch.

The Japanese reporter sitting in the car was almost overturned to the ground and got out of the car in anger. He was about to point at Li Xiaogang and curse. Fang Xiaoyang, who had been waiting, rushed up, covered his mouth from behind him once and dragged him into an alley on the side of the road.

At the same time, Li Xiaogang took action, knocked the rickshaw driver unconscious, threw it on the rickshaw, and quickly followed.

"Boss, this guy's name is Akami, he is a military reporter from the Tokyo Rihi Shimbun newspaper." Fang Xiaoyang asked briefly and got the identity information of the Japanese reporter.

"Qianhai?" Leng Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth. This was really a place to search for something without any effort.

"Asakami Ichiro, Tokyo xx-choi..."

"How do you know?" Asami Ichiro was still dizzy and didn't understand how these three Japanese ronin samurai were going to treat him. Do you kidnap and extort?

He is just a small reporter, how much money can he have?

"The report of the "killing hundreds of people" by Noda and Toshiaki Mukai is from your masterpiece, right?"

"Have you read my report?" Asami Ichiro was a little excited. It was precisely because of his four consecutive reports that he greatly increased his status in Tokyo's Hiri Shimbun. This time he had the opportunity to be qualified to attend the press conference of the Tokyo Protection Group.

"I've seen it, what I'm very curious about is that when the two second lieutenants Noda and Mukai killed people, were you there?" Leng Feng asked.

“Some are there, some are not.”

"Is that true, what do you think they are killing?"

"Heroes, they are both heroes of the empire, but unfortunately Noda Jun was unfortunately killed." Asami said regretfully.

"I originally thought that you are a reporter and have not touched the blood of the Chinese. I want to save your life, but unfortunately, your answer disappoints me." Leng Feng shook his head slightly, "Xiaoyang, take off his clothes first to avoid getting dirty."

"yes!"

Asami Ichiro died, dead on his report.

Leng Feng changed into Asami Ichiro's clothes, took away his pass, as well as his camera and file bag.

"Boss, what should I do with that rickshaw driver?"

"Find a place to tie it up and don't kill people. Anyway, the Japanese will know sooner or later, and dig a hole in Asakami Ichiro's body and buried it."

"Boss, why did you dig a hole and bury it?"

"How can I let the Japanese find it easily?" Leng Feng smiled slightly and explained.

"Okay, Xiaogang will come in with me later. Xiaoyang, I'm sorry for you. Be the rickshaw driver. Then pick us up at the entrance of the hotel." Leng Feng ordered.

Although Leng Feng is very different from Ichiro Asami, the Japanese military police did not know each other. They only knew the special passes of the military military headquarters and invitation cards for press conferences.

"This is my assistant..." Unexpectedly, Li Xiaogang was stopped, and the military police refused to let him in.

Leng Feng also knew that he could not continue to get entangled, so he decisively asked Li Xiaogang to wait for him outside and ready to pick him up at any time.

Leng Feng entered the Central Hotel alone.

This is a four-story building with red and white colors.

The red walls are mixed with white decorative lines, exquisite reliefs, toothed eaves, a small bell tower on the top, and a loft-style foyer in the middle, with the two wings symmetrical, which is a typical European architectural style. Each floor has a small European balcony with black carved railings arranged neatly.

This is the largest and most luxurious hotel in Nanjing City, without "one of them".

His original owner was Jiang Zhengqing, a big businessman in Shanghai. Before Nanjing fell, he fled to Wuhan for refuge. After the Japanese army entered the city, such a luxurious hotel was naturally occupied and opened as a guesthouse to entertain military and political officials who came to Nanjing.

The emperor's special envoy, Mijiro Umezu, the deputy chief of the Army, stayed here in Nanjing. This time, the Tokyo Protective Corps came to Nanjing and was also arranged to stay here.

Leng Feng approached the first floor lobby, and the marble floor was shining on it. He stepped on it, and he felt a sense of wealth.

This is indeed not a place where the poor come.

"Sir, do you need anything to help you?" The Japanese maid in a gorgeous kimono walked over and asked with her head down.

"Thank you, I want to go to some bathroom?"

"Okay, sir, please follow me."

"No need, just tell me the location." Leng Feng said, "I also want to visit such a luxurious hotel, which is not often seen even in Tokyo, Japan."

"Okay, you go from here, turn left and walk five meters away. If you want to visit, there is no problem with the first and second floors, and the third and fourth floors are not allowed."

"Thank you!" Leng Feng nodded slightly to thank him.

Leng Feng has already obtained the information he wants. The Tokyo Protection Group is very likely to stay on the third and fourth floors, but he has heard that the fourth floor of the Central Hotel was once the private territory of the boss Jiang Zhengqing and never used it for commercial use.

Now that the Japanese have occupied this place, I don’t know if it will change its purpose.

"Sir, it's not allowed to go up here." Leng Feng raised his legs and was about to go up to the third floor when a cold voice came from behind him.

"Are you a reporter?"

"Oh, yes, I am a reporter from Tokyo Riji Shimbun, my name is Yano." Leng Feng replied subconsciously, and a charming Japanese maid appeared behind him, looking at him in his early twenties.

"Hello, Yano-kun."

"Miss?"

"My name is Sakurako!"

"Sakurazi, a good name." Leng Feng nodded.

"This is the first time Yano-kun is here at the Central Hotel?"

"Yes, this is the first time I've been to such a high-end and luxurious hotel. I didn't expect there is such a magnificent place in China!"
To be continued...