Lost and Spy

Chapter 3432

Li Zhifeng evacuated completely according to the escape route that the gunman might have taken.

He didn't run.

It's simple. The gunman was well prepared, and after the shooting, the scene was in chaos and everyone was in panic.

This also gave the gunman enough time to escape.

What's more, the gunman must have scouted this retreat route many times.

He knew where to get out of here in the safest way.

Suddenly, Li Zhifeng stopped.

Because, just ahead, he saw a cigarette butt.

He walked up and picked it up.

Marlboro!
Yes, it’s still Marlboro cigarettes!
Li Zhifeng looked around.

A scene reappeared in his mind.

The gunman completed the assassination and hid the weapon properly.

Next, he needed to know what happened at the assassination scene.

here?

That's right.

The onlookers fled the scene in fear after the stabbing.

And here is the main road out.

The gunman can get exactly what he wants here.

This guy is really cunning.

After he evacuated from the sniper point, he made a circle and then came here again.

Two o'clock.

First of all, the shooter is really smart and thoughtful, and has thought of everything.

Secondly, this guy not only has good physical strength, but also runs very fast.

After all, we have gone around in a circle, and to get here in the shortest time possible, it would be impossible to do so without extremely fast speed.

Great.

Li Zhifeng couldn't help but sigh.

He is not known for his speed.

Even if the murderer is right in front of him, he is not sure he can catch him.

Unless you kill it directly.

But the boss needs to be alive.

and then?
Then, the gunman got the general situation of the scene from the fleeing people.

He was sure that Ishidu was dead and his mission was accomplished.

wrong!

Li Zhifeng immediately denied his idea.

The people at that time were in a state of panic after the shooting.

What they know may not be very detailed.

The Gunners must have more to know.

How to do?
Li Zhifeng looked around.

Then, his eyes fell on a restaurant not far away.

It was a small restaurant.

No matter where or which country you are in, restaurants are always the main source of information.

Li Zhifeng looked at the time and took out a cigarette without any hurry.

After waiting there for about an hour, it was time for dinner, so Li Zhifeng walked into the restaurant slowly.

The hotel owners in Manila are far less welcoming than those in China, and they are lukewarm towards all the guests.

Li Zhifeng didn't care. He found a seat and sat down, then ordered a few dishes casually.

Business in the restaurant is pretty good.

There were several tables of guests sitting there scattered around.

Li Zhifeng ate and listened carefully.

Since arriving in Manila, Li Zhifeng has been tortured by Meng Shaoyuan.

This guy, when he was in China, forced Li Zhifeng to learn English and Japanese.

And in the Philippines?

Most Filipinos can speak English, so communication is not a big problem, but Meng Shaoyuan, this pervert, still forces Li Zhifeng to learn the local language.

Li Zhifeng didn't have much talent for languages, and he went through a lot of trouble trying to master the local language, which was already difficult to learn.

But it was not without gain. At least, Li Zhifeng now has no one in Manila with whom he cannot communicate.

After listening for a while, there was no particularly valuable information.

Li Zhifeng called the waiter over, paid for the meal, and gave him a generous tip.

These waiters in the Philippines adhere to European and American concepts and their main source of income is tips.

When encountering such generous guests, the waiters are always extremely attentive.

"Ask you something."

Li Zhifeng asked casually, "During lunch today, was there a single guest like me eating here?"

Seeing the waiter frown, Li Zhifeng took out a few more bills and put them on the table: "I smoke Marlboro cigarettes."

The waiter looked around, collected the money calmly, and thought for a moment: "There really is such a guest, sitting at that seat."

He pointed in a direction and said, "I remember clearly that he smoked Marlboro cigarettes, which smelled really good. Ah, there seemed to be a shooting this morning, and the guests who came here to eat were all discussing it."

"Are you sure?" Li Zhifeng asked again.

"Yes." The waiter said with certainty, "This guy is very stingy. I remember it very clearly."

Li Zhifeng smiled.

What a waiter cares most about is his tips.

So they will never forget the stingy guests.

Then, your judgment is completely correct.

The gunman did come to this hotel to gather intelligence.

Now, there is a new clue.

If the gunman was not a local, then he knew the local language of Manila.

He was just like me, trying his best to get all the information at the scene.

The waiter told everything he knew in exchange for a generous tip.

This stingy guest is a European or American.

I do speak the local language, but not very well.

He stayed in the hotel for about an hour.

Li Zhifeng asked in detail about the man's appearance.

The biggest feature is that this person has another mole on his left cheek.

This is Li Zhifeng’s biggest gain.

Sometimes using your brain is not a bad thing, it will bring you happiness.

Li Zhifeng had almost finished the investigation here and was about to leave, but suddenly a person came and made him stay focused again.

This person was dressed very simply and was very short. When he came in, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look people in the eye. It seemed that he was very afraid of seeing the people here.

When the guests in the hotel saw this man, they immediately burst into booing and laughing, and some even said loudly in a sarcastic tone:
"Takeda, what are you going to eat today? We don't have Japanese rice balls here. I have half a dried fish here. You lie on the ground and I'll give it to you."

As soon as this guest said this, all the guests laughed even more unbridled.

Takeda?

Li Zhifeng was startled.

Is this a Japanese person?
Li Zhifeng looked at this guy a few more times.

There were quite a few oily stains on the clothes, some of which were freshly stained.

Maybe he just got off work?
A Japanese who was not imprisoned in a concentration camp, but appeared in public openly.

How is this going?

Li Zhifeng felt deeply curious.

(End of this chapter)