There's something wrong with me

"I suppose so."

Zhang Feng recalled yesterday, "His constitution wasn't good, and he couldn't concentrate very well."

"Overpowering him was relatively simple."

Zhang Feng said it very easily.

And before making a move, Zhang Feng was very confident that he could counter-kill.

But the captain's eyelids twitched as he listened, and he warned: "Don't risk sending messages next time, and don't put yourself in danger!

Trading your life with these people?

It's not worth it!"

"I understand," Zhang Feng said, but in his heart, he thought that if he didn't have thirty years of fighting experience and a calm state of mind.

Then it would have been a dead end from the start.

He wouldn't have been able to trade lives even if he wanted to.

Of course, there was still a little bit of a chance.

That was if he could have brushed out a 'fighting memory' related to grappling, then he could have broken that dead end.

'Sure enough, the previous two worlds were for me to learn.'

Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart,

'Now the adventure begins, but it's also the beginning of better rewards.'

Although Zhang Feng was thinking about danger, there was no worry in his eyes.

Because thirty years of memory had already subtly changed Zhang Feng as a whole.

Zhang Feng also understood his own changes.

And even more profoundly.

'Now, if I were to carry thirty years of experience and memory and return to the first trial world again.

I wouldn't need any strengthening at all, and I might be able to clear the level.

The powerful physique of those monsters can actually be cracked with skills.

It's just that at the time, my knowledge of fighting and weapons was too limited.'"

Zhang Feng organized his experience and judged his combat power.

But soon the captain's words brought Zhang Feng back to his senses.

"According to the phone you handed over and the last signal point of 'King Snake Bro's number'.

In addition to previous investigations, the bureau once suspected that the boss of 'Colorful Shadow Nightclub' should be King Snake."

The captain looked southeast.

"To prove the accuracy of the news.

Today, we intercepted more than a dozen boxes of wine from the nightclub at the border.

It has now been verified that it is not poisonous, but it carries some insignificant smuggled goods.

If this King Snake is really the boss of the nightclub.

Then, he should be trying to make extra money recently.

But he doesn't dare to use their drug trafficking line to do his own thing, for fear of being punished by his superiors.

So, he will first use these insignificant smuggled goods to test the waters."

The captain looked at Zhang Feng.

"Our bureau will continue to inspect several border lines in the next few days, taking a long-term combat stance.

If King Snake wants to make extra money, he must have a headache and will definitely think of a way."

The captain pointed to the information.

"This sly old fox has a way to smuggle goods.

The bureau speculates that King Snake is very likely to find him privately.

Anyway, regardless of whether it's pears or dates, give him a beating first, and then set up a trap.

If you really hit it right.

King Snake really finds Old Slick.

And if you were also at the scene at the time, just agree directly.

First, get some credit, make an impression on King Snake, and then continue to delve deeper.

But the most important thing is to first determine King Snake's identity.

See if he is really the boss of that nightclub.

King Snake, in their territory, can command your boss.

Then he should be the commander-in-chief in 'Soldier', and his identity is very important.

We need to determine his true identity."

"Okay," Zhang Feng kept it in mind.

"Be careful," the captain finally instructed, then looked at his watch,

"Time is almost up, Old Slick is probably coming soon.

You go to the door first, familiarize yourself with the surrounding street conditions, and wait for him by the way."

"Okay," Zhang Feng nodded and went to the door.

… …

Outside the video hall.

At half past eight, it was the peak of pedestrian traffic, and stalls and figures of tourists could be seen everywhere.

"Fresh grilled skewers…"

At the door, there was also a lamb skewer vendor.

The cumin scent wafted nearby, making pedestrians' index fingers twitch.

"Give me thirty yuan's worth."

Zhang Feng came out of the door and walked to the stall.

He observed while eating, doing both at the same time.

Pay the money.

Then look at the passing pedestrians.

About two minutes later.

The captain came out of the video hall and glanced at Zhang Feng who was at the stall.

'I asked you to observe, why are you eating?' The captain's eyebrows twitched slightly, secretly sighing at how carefree his junior was.

Zhang Feng looked at him without saying a word.

The two made eye contact for a few seconds without any communication.

The captain disappeared into the crowd ahead like an ordinary pedestrian.

After a few more minutes.

Zhang Feng looked at the street while eating skewers.

Whoosh—

A van stopped on the side of the road not far away.

The back door was half open.

'305, the license plate number is correct.'

Zhang Feng glanced at it, took the remaining five skewers, and went to the van.

"Lamb skewers? Smells good!"

Driver's seat.

Old Slick turned to look at Zhang Feng, handed out a cigarette, and smiled: "Are you the guy Team Hu called? You hang out with A Liang, right?

I've seen you a few times before, but I haven't said hello.

I didn't expect you to be an informant too."

Old Slick's words were relaxed, and he also had a bit of a江湖气 (Jianghu Qi - chivalrous spirit).

Because he didn't know that Zhang Feng was an undercover agent, but thought that Zhang Feng, like him, was a 'police informant'.

And Team Hu was the captain who talked to Zhang Feng.

A Liang was Zhang Feng's boss.

"Yes, I'm with boss A Liang," Zhang Feng took the cigarette, then handed over the lamb skewers, "Just grilled."

"I can't eat this," Old Slick shook his head, and when he saw Zhang Feng showing a suspicious look, he immediately explained: "It's not that there's a problem with the lamb skewers, it's that there's a problem with me.

I had a sore throat yesterday and can't eat spicy food."

As he said that, he skillfully lit a cigarette, "Why aren't you with A Liang anymore? You switched to me?"

"He found out my identity," Zhang Feng ate by himself since he wasn't eating, "Then it was over, I sent him on his way."

"Damn! This business of ours is dangerous!" Old Slick was very emotional after hearing about A Liang's death, "Damn it, we not only have to guard against the superiors killing us, but also guard against our own subordinates trying to usurp the throne.

In the end, we still have to guard against the officials shooting us.

It's like the last time I went to trade heroin and was accidentally caught by a narcotics officer.

He was about to shoot, and I was so scared that I immediately shouted Team Hu's name!"

When Old Slick talked about these things, he spoke vividly, "It's really thankless to be a dog!"

"That's right." Zhang Feng looked at his pocket, the gun handle was showing, "So, what are we going to do now?"

"You're with me now." Old Slick noticed Zhang Feng's gaze, so he generously took out the gun, "Can you use it? Want to borrow it for a while?

Anyway, I have another one at home.

You can return it to me when you get one."

"I have one." Zhang Feng took out the boss's pistol, "Boss A-Liang gave it to me, luckily I don't have to return it."

"Very good." Old Slick nodded, then chuckled and said, "Let's go, I'll arrange a place for you to stay."

......

The new foothold is on the southwest side of the old city.

There are old houses here.

Inside, there are all kinds of people.

Zhang Feng settled down here, while Old Slick left quickly.

He has his own place to live.

"If you need anything, just call me."

He left a phone number before leaving.

In the following days.

Zhang Feng didn't contact him either, but went out once and bought the medicinal herbs he needed for his practice.

Fortunately, there are many mountains here, and the medicines are complete.

The market competition is fierce, and it's cheap.

Zhang Feng hired a car and bought a month's worth in one afternoon.

He had a thousand yuan left, enough to live on.

Unconsciously, waiting.

Twenty-five days later.

Afternoon.

Inside the relatively spacious rental house.

Zhang Feng slowly dispersed his power and stood up straight again.

During this time, Old Slick did not contact Zhang Feng.

Wang Snake also had no news.

But since resonating the 'Sixteen Meridians' two days ago.

In just two days, Zhang Feng used 'Overclocking' to practice, and in a leap-forward manner, he improved his physique by more than 3 points!

The increase was extremely obvious!

But now the explosive growth period has passed.

The effect is slowly weakening.

Zhang Feng judged that, according to this progressive speed, if nothing unexpected happened.

Then in at most half a year, he could reach a terrifying '28 Physique!'

Comparable to the 'peak period at 30 years old' in the last adventure world!

And the skin and flesh tissue will be stronger.

Such a speed of improvement was something Zhang Feng had never expected.

You should know that this life is a 'late start', and there are not too many physique points added.

However.

Zhang Feng thought about it carefully again.

He felt that if he didn't have the thirty years of martial arts experience and the stage experience of various physiques.

Then it would be difficult to achieve rapid improvement by relying solely on hard qigong memory.

They are complementary and indispensable.

Whoosh whoosh—

Zhang Feng thought for a while, then continued to practice.

But not long after.

Tap tap—

Knock on the door.

"Fengzi!"

It's Old Slick.

Zhang Feng slowly stopped his movements and opened the door.

"Oh? What's that smell running out of the room when you open the door?"

Old Slick sniffed, his eyes looking around the room, "Why is there a smell of medicine? Are you sick?"

"No." Zhang Feng pointed to the bathroom, "I have a medicine pot, I practice while taking a bath."

"Weird." Old Slick had never heard of anyone practicing while taking a bath, but he quickly got down to business.

"Brother Wang Snake asked someone to contact me today."

As he spoke, he closed the door.

'Brother Wang Snake?' Zhang Feng's heart moved, could it be that Captain Hu's layout was successful?

Wang Snake took the bait?

"What did he say?" Zhang Feng asked.

"He wants to invite you, me, to meet and talk." Old Slick's expression was very serious.

"Let me remind you.

Although they don't know that A-Liang was killed by you, A-Liang hasn't been heard from for almost a month.

Some people's eyes have already noticed you.

After all, you used to follow A-Liang, so they want to ask you some things.

Although I have helped you explain during this time, saying that after A-Liang disappeared, I let you follow me.

And I said that you didn't know about A-Liang's matter either.

But I don't know if they believe it.

So Wang Snake is looking for me this time, and specifically asked you to come.

I really don't know now whether Wang Snake is here for the 'smuggling' that Captain Hu said, or for your matter."

"Understood." Zhang Feng took out his pistol from the bedside, "Since they want to ask me in person, and seem to distrust me, then let's take precautions."

"That's what I mean too." Old Slick took out his pistol from his waist, "Let's go, although it's still early before the agreed seven o'clock, we have to find a place to hide our guns near the agreed location first."

......

5:30 p.m.

The two arrived at the forest in the suburbs an hour and a half early.

After walking three hundred meters, they came to an open space in the forest.

This is the agreed location.

Old Slick first looked around a few times, and after seeing that no one was there, he took out the transparent tape from his pocket.

Tear—

He tore off a few sections and stuck them on his arm.

Zhang Feng didn't understand, but he also imitated him, pretending to understand.

After sticking it on, Old Slick walked to a tree not far away, put the gun at waist height, then peeled off the transparent tape on his arm and fixed the gun.

"This location is good, let's hide it here." Old Slick asked Zhang Feng to hide one too, "Although I heard that Brother Wang Snake is disciplined and will unload each other's guns when they meet.

And he told us the meeting place in advance, which seems very straightforward and generous.

But in case there are many people on the other side, let's be careful.

After all, I don't trust many people here, so I can't hide people in advance, I can only bring you and our guns."

"That makes sense." Zhang Feng followed suit, also tearing off the tape on his arm and then sticking the gun.

"We still need to go back later." After seeing that everything was in order, Old Slick said to Zhang Feng, "Let's pretend that we just arrived here."

"Okay." Zhang Feng tried to take the gun and slightly adjusted the height, "I've stuck it on, let's go?"

"Let's go."

The two were about to return the way they came.

"Eh?"

Two burly men with guns suddenly walked from a distance.

They had two guns in their hands, one in their waist, and several strips of transparent tape on their arms.

The appearance of the two made Zhang Feng and the other subconsciously stop in alert.

One of the burly men looked at Old Slick a few times and suddenly said, "Brother Slick, didn't Brother Wang Snake say seven o'clock? Why are you here so early?"