The driver is an intelligence officer from Beidou. He has been lurking in Fusang Kingdom for many years and has married and has children. He looks no different from an ordinary Fusang person. Even if he is a spy, no one is willing to believe it.

"Thanks."

Lin Chong smiled just right, stuffed his luggage into the trunk, and took a taxi.

A few seconds later, the taxi started and drove Lin Chong towards Shibuya District.

Although they had already checked and confirmed their identities, Lin Chong and the driver had nothing to say, and even had little communication with their eyes.

Low key and silence have always been the only law of keeping secrets.

The more sensitive the two are, the more likely they are to be exposed, and as a passenger from a foreign country, Lin Chong talks endlessly with the driver as soon as he meets, which is obviously abnormal.

When passing a section without a camera, the driver suddenly took out a file bag from under the seat and handed it to Lin Chong without saying a word.

Lin Chong took the file bag and weighed it gently. There seemed to be a stack of documents and photos inside. He did not open it immediately and put it in his arms.

There is nothing to say about the next journey.

After driving for about one hour, the driver took him to an outside of a hotel according to the address provided by Lin Chong, saying "I'm glad to serve you", and then drove away.

Lin Chong put his suitcase at his feet and looked up at the building in front of him.

Lin Chong will make complete preparations every time he performs a mission. Although he has never been to Tokyo before, he has already had a certain degree of understanding of the city in advance.

For example, this remote hotel was found online by Lin Zhong.

It is noon now, and the hotel business is not very good, so it is not an exaggeration to have lost your door.

Lin Chong's eyes moved away from the hotel and looked around.

This place is far away from the downtown area, so it does not seem noisy at all. There are several cars parked on the side of the road, and most of the pedestrians are walking in a hurry, and few of them notice Lin Chong's existence.

“A good place to settle.”

Lin Chongxun came to the conclusion.

He no longer hesitated, picked up his suitcase and walked into the hotel, successfully completed the check-in procedures, and under the guidance of the proprietress, he entered a room on the second floor of the hotel.

The hotel is divided into two floors, and it seems to be converted from houses. Whether it is structure, furnishings or layout, it has the style of Fusang: clean, tidy, and narrow space.

Out of professional habits, the first thing Lin Chong did after entering the room was to thoroughly check every corner, so that he would feel at ease.

After doing all this, Lin Chong sat down cross-legged, tore open the file bag handed to him by the taxi driver, and took out a stack of files and several photos from it.

These documents and photos are all about the information about the Renma Palace, which records the industries and recent trends of the Renma Palace, as well as the appearance of some members.

Lin Chong looked at it and quickly finished browsing the information, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

"According to the intelligence, the Silk Road seems to be recruiting new members recently, which is good news for me to take this opportunity to enter the Silk Road."

"However, criminal organizations like the Senma Palace with deep background and powerful power are still very strict in their control of new members even if they are seriously injured. Even if my information is impeccable, they may not be able to pass the review."

"Let's try it until the evening. It won't take much time anyway. If the road is blocked, it's not too late to find another way."

Many thoughts flashed through Lin Chong's mind.

He let out a long breath, his eyes closed slightly, and he calmed his breath silently, waiting for the night to come.

at the same time.

Tokyo, a private airport.

Barron and three men in black stood next to two extended Rolls-Royces, waiting anxiously, sometimes looking up at the sky and sometimes looking down at the watch.

"Why haven't you come yet? Did Your Excellency Andrew get it wrong? Or is there something wrong?"

He had a mess of thoughts in his heart, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

When Barron thought about the consequences of the inability to complete the task assigned by Lord Andrew, his legs were weak and he was sweating profusely.

Just as he was about to call Andrew, a "buzzing" sound suddenly came from above his head.

"Here you come!"

Barron was excited and quickly looked up at the sky.

A private plane appeared in Barron's sight, and at first it was just a black dot, and soon turned into a matchbox, flying closer and closer toward it.

A few minutes later, the private plane slowly landed on the airport and glided forward along the runway.

"Drive the car right now!" Barron turned around and ordered the three men in black.

When they arrived next to the private plane, the hatch door just opened and a slender white young man walked out of it.

This young white man was wearing a brown suit, with dazzling gold, thick sword eyebrows straight into his temples, bright and vivid blue eyes, and a straight nose bridge and slightly pursed thin lips. He was a beautiful man in all directions.

His face looked extremely proud. He stood by the gangway and looked at Barron and others, like an eagle soaring in the sky, looking down at the sparrow jumping on the branches.

Seeing this white young man, Barron felt a little ashamed of himself, just as if the common people could not raise their heads when they saw the prince.

The white young man put his hands in his pockets and said condescendingly: "Who are you?"

Barron said respectfully: "It was Lord Andrew who sent us."

"Andrew?"

The white young man raised his eyebrows and walked down the gangway: "It was him who asked us for help, but he only sent such a few people to greet us. Even if we are negligent, there must be a limit!"

The white young man's tone was full of displeasure, and he obviously did not have much respect or fear for Andrew, who was an SS-level genetically modified man.

The beads of sweat slid down Barron's forehead. He bent slightly, and a stiff smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he did not dare to take over the words of the white young man.

Behind the white young man, a burly man walked out.

The giant man was at least two meters tall and stood like a mountain. His brown color was about inch long and stood up to the sky. His eyes were shining with shiny muscles, his arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs, and his thick blue veins twisted like earthworms. He looked full of explosive power at first glance, his skin was bronzed, and he looked like steel cast iron.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The giant man's footsteps were extremely heavy. Every time he stepped on the gangway made of steel, he made a "squeak" sound, as if he was overwhelmed.

Barron swallowed with difficulty.

He was already tall, but compared to this giant man, he was as thin as a toothpick.
Chapter completed!