CHAPTER 220: CHAPTER 108: SHOCK! ZHANG FENG IS AN IMMORTAL!

It seems to be back on track again.

Going to work, getting off work, practicing my skills while chatting idly with Old Zhao, life is quite relaxed.

And on the third day.

This train happens to be heading towards the mountain province where Boss Long is located.

At the train’s front.

Zhang Feng leaned against the door, looking at the slip of paper in his hand, which had the address of Boss Long’s restaurant and the phone number.

Beep— Beep—

Dialed the number.

Zhang Feng watched Old Zhao operate while waiting for the call to connect.

Just after a minute passed, and until the busy signal, the other party didn’t pick up.

Thinking for a while, he tried dialing again.

Still, no one answered.

After that, Zhang Feng tried calling the restaurant.

It rang for a long time, but still, no one answered.

Looking at the watch, it was only seven o’clock, probably too early.

...

Noon.

"Train Chief, I’ll head back now."

The liaison officer specially came to the front of the train to deliver meals to Zhang Feng, Old Zhao, and a co-driver.

Quickly finished eating.

Zhang Feng saw it was noon and called Boss Long.

But after ringing for a while, still, no one answered.

Then, Zhang Feng called the restaurant again, and again, no response.

’It’s almost noon now, the restaurant should have opened by this time, how come I can’t reach them?’

Zhang Feng looked at the paper again, verified the two phone numbers, confirming no mistake in dialing.

Thinking for a moment.

Zhang Feng called the criminal police.

Just in case Boss Long had changed locations again, it’s better to know early and avoid running to the city unnecessarily.

About ten seconds later, it connected.

"Hello?" The criminal police’s voice was deliberately lowered.

Meanwhile, gunshots could be heard from there, seemingly in the middle of a battle or catching someone, even voices saying ’3 o’clock direction assemble’ could be heard.

Upon hearing this sound, Zhang Feng quickly said: "You’re on a mission, yet answering calls? Hang up."

"No! Don’t!" The criminal police hurriedly said: "It’s a team-organized counter-grain exercise."

The criminal police is currently in an unfinished building, with over a dozen teammates engaging in team-based confrontation.

This is a regular assessment and internal drill of their investigation bureau, they can bring phones as long as they are silent.

"Training without lunch, still practicing?" Zhang Feng shifted the topic, "Your squad leader really is something."

"Isn’t that right!" The criminal police wanted to badmouth.

As he was talking, bang, a gunshot went off nearby.

At the same time, there came a surprised voice,

"Damn! Old Fang! With exams only once a week, you choose to answer the phone at this time, that’s really something! Is your inspection not enough?

You forgot how Old Kang scolded you last time?"

Old Kang, he’s their squad leader.

"Be serious." The criminal police said annoyedly to him, "It’s Train Chief Zhang’s call, I set it with a special vibration notification."

A word ’Train Chief Zhang’, and the surroundings seemed quiet.

Then Zhang Feng heard a bunch of deliberately suppressed footsteps approaching the phone.

They’re all wearing hard-soled shoes, the unfinished building has concrete floors in the rough rooms, that texture, thump-thump, very easy to hear clearly.

Indeed, for Zhang Feng, it’s very easy.

Normal people can’t hear it.

At the same time, Zhang Feng heard these sounds, coupled with the fact that they were all criminal police on the other side, perhaps instinctively as a former ’chief instructor of criminal police’, he directly said:

"Focus on the heels. Knees and ankles, keep joints elastic.

Practicing with hard leather shoes, although good to go from hard to easy, still better off starting barefoot to find sensation."

Zhang Feng directly instructed,

"I’ll write a detailed technique for you later for joint power and sensation finding.

You can try practicing barefoot now.

When combined with training methods, find the feeling of front and back, identify the power discrepancy points.

As long as you train well, I’m listening to your footsteps through the phone, not face-to-face.

Limited by phone, next time when you eavesdrop again, I won’t know."

"Uh..." The criminal police eavesdropping on the train chief’s call, looked at each other rather embarrassed.

But precisely being judged on their eavesdropping scene so easily over the phone, made them feel embarrassed, more deeply shocked and impressed.

"Thank you, Train Chief!"

"Train Chief, we’ll keep practicing!"

"We’ll follow Train Chief’s instructions right now!"

"Let’s go, start practicing without shoes!"

They said as they directly took off their shoes, starting to practice on the concrete floor with small stones.

The criminal police saw them walk away, was speechless for a few seconds, then seriously asked: "Is there something Train Chief needs?"

"About Boss Long, the person whose phone number and address I asked you to investigate." Zhang Feng inquired: "Can you arrange for someone you know locally to slightly check out his restaurant.

His phone number and the restaurant’s phone number, none are reachable."

"That’s odd?" The criminal police was puzzled, "When I gave you the phone numbers, it was our people who specifically went to his restaurant to eat, and identified the place.

Could it be..."

He said to here, speculated: "Could it be we’ve startled him?"

"Is he a criminal?" Zhang Feng asked back: "Does he have a big criminal record?"

"No." The criminal police replied truthfully: "He has no record in our bureau."

"Then, your ’startled him’ phrasing made me think he really has an issue." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Old Fang, you’re a criminal police, the same word from your mouth, carries a different meaning entirely."

"Then..." Old Fang thought aloud: "How should I describe it? Is it... disturbed him? Or... bothered him? Made him... scared?"

As he said this, feeling not right, and suddenly realizing something, said quickly: "Hey? No!

If nothing’s wrong, why would he run?

Running at the slightest disturbance, there’s clearly something up!

How about... I investigate him further?

Anyway, the exercise is over, only cleanup work is left, finding any remaining hidden mice.