This winter is far from over for the cold and frozen Northeast region, and the dark night always comes particularly early.

The sky was soon dark, and the cold wind blew, and the snowflakes blown from the trees were swaying in the air. Everything seemed to foreshadow this night that was doomed to be uneasy.

At half past ten, Han Feng appeared in the laboratory on time and skillfully opened the door with the key from the office given to him by Banbu Hengyi.

A moment later he walked out from inside. There seemed to be two figures in the dark shadow. Han Feng knew very well that they were the sentry guarding the information room in secret.

It was not easy to find these sentries. They pretended very well. Han Feng initially took two days, and even deliberately lured them to reveal their flaws, before he determined their location.

Now Han Feng walked towards them and waved his hand, as if he had something to say to the two shadows in the darkness.

Two fully armed Japanese soldiers with ruthless eyes flashed in their eyes and jumped out of the dark corner. They were on duty on shifts, and the shift time was half an hour. Han Feng knew very well and had already calculated it.

At this moment, the two figures jumped out of the darkness had just changed shifts, which means that Han Feng still has half an hour to complete his plan from now on.

These two Japanese soldiers naturally knew Han Feng, and all the Japanese soldiers responsible for secretly guarding the information room knew Han Feng.

The old director even issued an order to them secretly to pay attention to protecting Han Feng's safety.

At this moment, Han Feng waved to the two of them, and the two Japanese sentries walked over without any doubt.

"Minamaki, is there anything wrong?" asked one of the Japanese soldiers.

Han Feng said: "This time I really have doubts in my heart. I can't help but come to the information room to check some information. I've disturbed your duty again in the middle of the night. I'm really sorry, so I want to say a word to you and apologize."

"No need to do this, this is what the director has ordered. Komatsu, you are too polite." The Japanese soldier in charge of speaking said somewhat flattered.

"By the way, do you two want to go into the information room and wait? The inside is much warmer than the outside."

"No, no, Jun Koto, just go in and check the information. Let's continue to go back to work." The soldier said quickly, but they did not have the authority to enter the information room.

"That's all for you, thank you."

"You are welcome."

Two Japanese soldiers walked back side by side, and a dagger with a cold light slid down from Han Feng's cuff, piercing the heart of the Japanese soldiers on their right hand from their back like lightning, and at the same time pulled out the throat of the Japanese soldiers who turned their heads while hearing the movement.

They just killed the two of them, and they didn't even have time to make any loud noises.

Han Feng quickly dragged the two of them to the information room, and then quickly pulled out all the important information he had marked according to the memories in his mind.

When he came, Han Feng prepared a large backpack for himself.

At this moment, the scene where he stacked the prepared materials into his schoolbag was like a thief. However, the thief was so well organized that he calmly organized the materials and stacked them to expand the available space.

How much space can these materials accumulate and whether they can hold the backpack that they specially made for tailors? Han Feng has calculated it long ago.

The error was not too big. All the information prepared by Han Feng was put into the backpack. There were still some gaps in the backpack. He grabbed a few copies of the information and stuffed it in.

The backpack immediately bulged, like a hill.

Immediately afterwards, Han Feng changed his usual clothes to the clothes of one of the Japanese soldiers who fell to the ground and who were about the same age as him and had a slightly shorter figure.

Finally, Han Feng placed a kerosene lamp in his office under the bookshelf at the bottom of the gap, leaving a certain distance. According to speculation, at such a long distance, it would take at least ten minutes to make the paper of the lit kerosene lamp reach the ignition point.

Immediately afterwards, Han Feng piled up some information to ensure that the entire information room would not be spared after the fire broke out.

After doing all this, Han Feng quietly left the information room and closed the door.

In more than ten minutes, the fire here will completely spread. Within these ten minutes, he had to hide his backpack near the pharmaceutical factory, and then rushed to the epidemic prevention and water supply department to continue the next plan.

The backpack is not light, the special backpack is like a hill, full of information, and it is initially estimated that it will have forty or fifty kilograms.

This is the most important information Han Feng selected, and he had to sigh and let go of a lot of information.

There were two guards at the door, who had already tilted their necks, leaned against the wall, and were supported by rifles. This was something Han Feng had prepared for a long time.

Everything went smoothly as planned. Han Feng quickly came to the side door of the pharmaceutical factory with his backpack on his backpack. But just as he walked halfway, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him... "Who? Stop."

Han Feng slowly put down his backpack and turned his head.

"Kojiro, it turns out it's you. I was shocked. I thought there was a thief coming to our pharmaceutical factory!" Kitahara Matsushita breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be this guy.

Han Feng's eyes showed a little murderous intent, and the sharp dagger slid down from the cuff again. The dagger was held in his right hand and threw it hard towards Matsushita Kitanohara across three or four meters away.

Kitahara Matsushita fell down in horror, and his body had no time to twitch twice, so he died completely because he was directly inserted into his heart.

His eyes seemed to reveal the final doubt:

Koumiro actually killed him!

He seemed to be roaring angrily, Damn, I am your creditor, okay, you still owe me a few thousand yen but haven't paid it back!

"Now you don't have to pay off your debts. Trouble guy, blame you for your bad luck!" Han Feng murmured, turned around and carried his backpack on his backpack and quickly left.

It took a few days to find out that it was found. After leaving a must-pass passage for the epidemic prevention and water supply department, Han Feng returned immediately and had already changed into the clothes that Chuangu entered and left the epidemic prevention and water supply department on weekdays. He raised his arm and looked at the luminous watch. It was 10:43:27...twenty-eight seconds, and then he strided towards the epidemic prevention and water supply department.

The guards of the epidemic prevention and water supply department are far stricter than those in the pharmaceutical factory's research office.

Han Feng used Chuanya's clothes to cover his head and had an entry and exit certificate to prove his identity. According to regulations, he returned home before 11 o'clock at night and successfully entered the factory through the guards at the door.
Chapter completed!