Now.

The assassin left the back door of the hospital and got into a taxi parked here. After driving out for a few blocks, he got out and walked into a building on the street.

In the corridor, this guy took off his wig and disguised glasses. As for Fei Guojun's mobile phone and gun, he had already left him in the hospital.

Then he dragged out a bag from the electric box and changed his clothes, and then turned into another look.

Then the guy walked upstairs, avoided the surveillance camera and got into the room where there were almost everyone.

But as soon as he entered the room, his phone vibrated.

"You missed it."

"Impossible." The assassin's first reaction was to refute, and he was full of confidence.

He shouted on the other end of the phone: "It should be the hidden police recorder that took you down. The police in District 5 are now anxious and they will find your trace soon."

When the assassin heard that he stopped fighting, he quickly said truthfully: "I just changed my first outfit, but there were traces along the way. I will go to point b and press and leave, but the plan has changed, I need..."

"Well. But remember, you can't miss it no matter what." said the other end.

The assassin was stunned and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry."

After cutting off the phone, the assassin took out the phone card and burned it with a lighter, and then discarded the phone.

He walked to the bedroom, opened the back wall of the bedroom closet, and came from the secret door to another unit.

Compared with the mess in the room just now, this room is full of life.

While the assassin turned on the living room light, a cell phone placed in the living room vibrated in time.

The above information is: Manager Wang of Qinghong Group, District 8, has something to do temporarily and wants to go on a business trip tonight. You can go to him in advance to talk to him.

The assassin replied: OK, I'll book a plane ticket now.

He immediately called the airline to book the earliest flight.

After doing these assassins, he sent a serious message to his superiors.

Then he went out with his briefcase.

Although it was only 4:20 in the morning.

It's not even dawn in summer.

But someone has already woken up early.

When going downstairs, an aunt saw the assassin and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Deng gets up so early?"

"Don't mention it, the unit urgently asked me to go on a business trip." The person who was called Mr. Deng said with a depressed look on his face at this moment, and he also took care of his somewhat messy hair.

At this time, he was wearing a thin dark suit, just like a white-collar worker from a company.

In fact, this is exactly what the assassin's identity is.

After he left, the aunt said to her companion with a slight voice: "Look at Mr. Deng, who has become a sales manager at a young age, and is said to have a monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan."

The assassin smiled slightly as he listened to the discussion behind him. It was safe, he thought.

Because he has lived here for six months, he has no problem with his identity.

At this time, a car was rented out, and the assassin said, "Go to the airport."

He opened the car door and sat on it.

Unexpectedly, the driver did not start immediately, but instead turned around and glanced at him in a daze. The assassin felt this and looked up in a daze.

The moment he met his eyes, the assassin's pupils shrank violently.

Although he is a professional, he shouldn't have any emotions.

But this forced incident was too stubborn for him, because the driver was the one who took him out of the hospital.

The driver of Daming Zhang Guobao was really confused at this moment.

At first, he heard the passenger's voice a little familiar, so he just looked back curiously.

With such a pair of eyes, Zhang Guobao saw the other party's reaction, especially his eyes deepened his familiarity.

However, the assassin's disguise was too good at that time, and the difference between his current image was too big, so the driver was a little afraid to recognize him.

Zhang Guobao was confused in his heart, and the assassin responded very quickly, "What's wrong?"

This time he spoke, he deliberately put on a sharp and non-local accent.

The driver is not a detective, so what if he doesn't matter, Zhang Guobao said truthfully: "I thought you were the passenger who had just taken my car before."

The assassin smiled with a good psychological quality: "Does he look very similar to me?"

Zhang Guobao shook his head: "It doesn't look like it, its voice and eyes are a little bit."

He was beating there, and the assassin got up.

In fact, the assassin actually wants to cry. Is it a draft? You are so full that you still have a walk here after seeing off the guests.

The police in District 5 will definitely investigate you later, but I was in the car. Logically, I won’t miss it, but what if?

No, I have to find an excuse to get off the bus if I don’t have a stiffness.

The assassin was thinking, and the driver's call channel rang out: "Zhang Guobao, where did you take passengers before? Are you still in the drop-off area?"

"It's a long dispatcher, yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Guobao replied naturally.

The other end said, "When the police will come to find you, please cooperate."

"Ah?" Zhang Guobao asked dumbfoundedly: "What's the situation? There are still passengers in my car."

The dispatcher said that Zhang Guobao would cooperate with the police because there was a problem with the guests he brought before.

After hearing what the dispatch team said, the driver Zhang Guobao instinctively looked at the rearview mirror. This time he did not meet the assassin's eyes, but he looked at the assassin's chest through the rearview mirror.

Zhang Guobao found that the blue shirt inside the assassin wearing a single suit was similar to the previous passenger's style, and he began to feel so similar to that of himself.

Zhang Guobao is also a person who runs in society. He is knowledgeable and instantly feels that there may be problems with the people behind him.

But he was also stable and immediately replied to the dispatcher: "I remember what could the problem with that guy wearing glasses before, just like a slut."

The dispatcher laughed and said, "You know, then you are still driving? Cooperate with the police well. This time it should be a big deal. Don't be damned."

"Ha, what can I do? Alas, do you think I can still get a bonus as a leader?"

"There are a few."

"Then I'll take a big show. If I don't ask you to get the police, I'm really annoying."

As he said that, Zhang Guobao pulled the car aside and fired it into double flashes, and the sprinter said naturally: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'll delay it."

Zhang Guobao's performance of such an old-fashioned person made the assassin's wary of Zhang Guobao.

The assassin asked reasonably: "What's wrong with the passenger in front of you?"

Zhang Guobao immediately turned his head, which seemed to be convenient for him to speak, but in fact he wanted to look at the other party again.

He said, "Didn't you hear what Sabi dispatcher said to me? I don't know."

Zhang Guobao turned his head again while talking, but it was this time that he was sure that the other party was really a ghost.

Because there are few people who sell taxis late at night, it hasn't been long since Zhang Guobao and the previous passenger separated.

When the last passenger reached out to his hand when he paid the money, Zhang Guobao turned around and saw the angle between the other party's chin and neckline when he picked it up.

This is not to say that Zhang Guobao is a professional detective.

But since he has doubts, he ignores the others and still uses the angle from the last contact.

There is no interference from other factors such as face, coat, sitting posture, and even tone within sight.

The same angle between the neck and neckline, the same distance from the second button to the neckline, including the curve of the chin, is exactly the same.

Zhang Guobao's heartbeat suddenly, how many dogs disguise?
Chapter completed!