After dialing Bai Zhentian's number, Qin Feng reported the fake name he used. He heard that the surveillance system in the United States was very advanced, so he was very cautious when speaking.
"Haha, it turns out to be Brother Wu?"
Bai Zhentian's voice paused, and then he asked: "Where are you? Are you still in the hospital? I happen to have something to ask you..."
"I'm at the entrance of the hospital." Qin Feng glanced around and said, "It's at the newsstand in the subway station."
"Okay, don't move there, I'll pick you up right away..." Bai Zhentian warned Qin Feng and hung up the phone.
More than ten minutes later, a Cadillac drove quietly in front of Qin Feng. Qin Feng opened the door and got in. Bai Zhentian was the only one in the spacious space in the back row.
"Brother Qin, is that girl okay?"
Seeing Qin Feng sitting in, Bai Zhentian said: "The Meng family asked someone to ask Hongmen to take care of that girl. I didn't expect something happened to her..."
A few months ago, Bai Zhentian had dealt with the killer organization specifically for Meng Yao's matter, but he had never met Meng Yao himself, nor had he heard Liu Zimo mention Meng Yao's identity.
But just when he went out to pick up Qin Feng, Bai Zhentian received a call. The caller was an old man who had retired from the Hongmen family and was a close friend of his father.
On the phone, the elder told Bai Zhentian that in a few days, someone in China would take Meng Yao back. During this period, he asked Bai Zhentian to protect Meng Yao's safety and never let anything happen again.
"Brother Bai, I can feel that the killer is coming for me."
Qin Feng thought for a moment and said: "Meng Yao's safety will not be a big problem. I think as long as I don't show up, the killer won't show up."
"I was just going to tell you about this."
After hearing what Qin Feng said, Bai Zhentian took out a document bag, handed it to Qin Feng, and said, "You take a look at this information first, and then we will talk."
"what?"
Qin Feng took the document bag with some doubts and opened it. There were more than a dozen enlarged photos inside, as well as several pieces of paper written in English.
"Huh? Is it the killer?"
When Qin Feng saw the face of the man in the photo, his eyes couldn't help but narrowed. He could tell at a glance that this middle-aged Chinese, about forty years old, was the killer who shot him.
"The previous photos were taken from street videos and then enlarged."
Bai Zhentian pointed to the document bag and said: "The photo at the back should be this person's original identity. His nickname is Silver Fox, and he is the highest-ranking S-class killer in the killer organization..."
Qin Feng was with Meng Yao in the hospital yesterday, and Bai Zhentian was not idle either. He stayed up almost all night and used many connections. Not only did he call up street video footage, but he also determined the killer's identity through computer facial comparison.
identity.
In the International Killer Organization, there are four levels in total. The highest level is the SSS-level killer, and the lower level is the S-level killer. Based on this reasoning, they are divided into *-level killers and B-level killers.
It is said that when President Reagan of the United States was assassinated, it was the 3S killer who took action. However, Reagan did not die in the disaster, and since then, there has never been any news about this 3S killer.
Therefore, in the current killer organization, S-level killers are equivalent to the highest level.
In the entire killer organization, there are only three S-class killers, and one of them is the man nicknamed Silver Fox, and he is also the only legendary top-level Chinese killer.
"Huh? Is this his original appearance?"
When he turned to the bottom few photos, Qin Feng said with some surprise: "He should be no more than thirty years old, right? How did you get these photos?"
Qin Feng thought that for a professional killer of Silver Fox's level, the most important thing should be to conceal his whereabouts, so Qin Feng was very doubtful about the authenticity of these photos.
"He should be the Silver Fox, he can't be wrong."
Bai Zhentian pointed to the person in the photo and said: "Brother, we in Hongmen are not completely ignorant about the killer organization, and we have some grasp of the situation..."
The people in the killer organization all live in a dark world. They may have various jobs to hide their identities, but the killer also needs some channels to vent the depression squeezed in his heart.
This channel is none other than nightclubs and bars, and Hongmen has a very deep background in this area. The character in the photo should have been taken from a bar.
As for how Hongmen identified Silver Fox from these photos, Bai Zhentian did not say much. After all, Qin Feng was not a member of Hongmen, and these secrets could not be explained to outsiders.
"It's a bit like, Brother Bai, please wait a moment."
After hearing what Bai Zhentian said, Qin Feng took two relatively clear photos and compared them together. It wasn't until the car stopped that Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Zhentian waved his hand to Abao who was driving, indicating to wait before getting off the car, then turned to Qin Feng and asked: "What? Did you see something?"
"They are the same person, their faces are almost the same..."
Qin Feng showed a sneer on his face and said: "Maybe in his eyes, I'm not worth his efforts, right? I just simply turned myself a little older..."
Disguise changing is the first course a killer must take.
To be honest, for all top killers, it is not difficult to change their face shape. The reason why this killer does not have deep makeup is probably because he thinks Qin Feng can solve it easily.
"Brother Bai, can you find out his identity in reality?" Qin Feng moved Reality away from the photo and looked at Bai Zhentian.
"It's difficult. There are millions of Chinese in the United States. It's too difficult to identify them just by relying on a photo..."
Bai Zhentian shook his head. These killers usually remain anonymous and have a very narrow social network. They also have stable jobs as a cover. Trying to dig them out from the vast sea of people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Just like Wang Yaqiao in Shanghai. When he fled to Shanghai, he worked hard during the day and slept on the road at night covering newspapers. Who would have thought that such a person who looked like the bottom of society would actually make Chiang Kai-shek sleepless and uneasy.
What about the King of Killers?
"Brother Bai, you don't have to worry. We also have some clues about Silver Fox..." Bai Zhentian sighed and said, "But this person is really too cunning. When he saw that the momentum was not right, he just slipped away."
Yesterday, Hongmen convened a meeting of all the gang members in Las Vegas. Among these gang members, there are those who make loan sharks in casinos, some who are in the prostitution industry, and some who open small hotels. It can be said that Las Vegas
Every move of Gass cannot escape the eyes of these people.
Bai Zhentian learned from a small hotel owner that more than a week ago, a Chinese young man in his thirties lived in his place. He lived in seclusion on weekdays, which fit the characteristics Bai Zhentian said.
After hearing the feedback from the hotel owner, Bai Zhentian didn't call Qin Feng and took people to the hotel himself. However, the room was already empty, but the glass of water on the table in the room was still warm.
"Brother, don't worry, as long as that man stays in Las Vegas, he will definitely show his signs."
Bai Zhentian opened the car door and said: "You didn't get a good rest in the hospital last night. Go back and have a good sleep so that we can participate in Abdul's gambling game at night..."
"Okay, Brother Bai, please pay more attention to the killer." Qin Feng's eyes showed a sharp light and he said: "If you find his whereabouts again, you must inform me first."
It's not that Qin Feng looks down on the people under Bai Zhentian, but since he specializes in the art, if he wants to deal with people who come from the killer sect, he probably has to do it himself.
Qin Feng highly suspected that the man escaped after Bai Zhentian and others arrived at the hotel. Apart from anything else, if Qin Feng was surrounded in the hotel, he would have at least three ways to leave in front of Bai Zhentian in a bold manner.
"I understand, wasn't I afraid of disturbing you yesterday?"
Bai Zhentian nodded and said: "Come on, go upstairs. I'll make some nutritious porridge. You drink it and rest quickly. Brother, I'm counting on you tonight."
"Just do your best."
Qin Feng smiled bitterly when he heard this. He admired his strong psychological endurance. When Meng Yao was shot, he was still in the mood to gamble? You know, gambling is the most taboo thing about being upset.
Last night, Qin Feng had to guard against the killer's counterattack, but he did not enter a deep state of concentration, and his current state has not fully recovered. After drinking some porridge, he went to rest in the suite arranged for him by Bai Zhentian.
stand up.
I don't know if it was because his spiritual consciousness was exhausted yesterday. Seven or eight hours later, when Qin Feng woke up from trance, he found that his spiritual consciousness seemed to have slightly improved.
"Can spiritual consciousness also be cultivated? Just like practicing martial arts, completely consuming one's physical energy will help increase strength?"
Qin Feng, who had regained consciousness, did not get up, but sat on the ground and slowly experienced the subtle changes in his consciousness.
"When you get back, look for Taoist classics to see if there are any related exercises?"
Whether it is the inheritance in the jade pendant or the exercises taught by the master, there is no cultivation method after An Jin. Therefore, although Qin Feng entered An Jin, he still used the previous method of practice.
After looking at his watch, Qin Feng stood up. It was already nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, and the gambling game would be held around eight o'clock in the evening. After eating something to adjust, it was almost time to go to the casino.
"Brother, have you rested?"
When Qin Feng walked out of the room, Bai Zhentian was already waiting in the living room of the suite. To be honest, Bai Zhentian was really a little nervous about gambling with the world's top wealthy people. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, novels are better
