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She stroked her chin and said, "Notify Gong Lu and ask him to monitor Dr. Takeda."

……

Eijiro Takeda hurried to the station.

With the money he has now, he can't take a taxi home.

He did not choose to take the side path, for fear that he might accidentally encounter some strong man on the path and kill himself.

If you can take the main road, try to take it, even if it means taking a longer detour.

There was no one around the path, and Takeda Eijiro was really afraid that some people would do it without any regard for their dignity.

Eijiro Takeda walked to Shinjuku Station.

On a night full of lights and wine, young people indulge in their youth.

In his opinion, this was extremely depraved.

It is undoubtedly a waste of youth to immerse yourself in fantasy by means of such paralysis, instead of reading and thinking, improving yourself, or even fighting against social injustice.

But he also knew it.

For most people, learning is a painful thing. They would rather let darkness cover their eyes than learn.

This is also what the meat eaters want to see.

He sighed inwardly and walked into the busy Shinjuku Station.

……

Eijiro Takeda returned to his home in Bunkyo Ward, opened the door, and turned on the light with his right hand.

The family members were not asleep. The wife was holding her daughter and squeezing on the sofa with her parents.

An unexpected guest sat carelessly next to the dining table.

He had blond hair and blue eyes, and the black vest obviously couldn't hide his strong muscles. He wore loose kung fu pants underneath.

He was obviously a foreigner, but he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes.

"Good evening, Dr. Takeda."

"who are you?"

There was no panic on Eijiro Takeda's face.

The blond man stood up and said with a big smile: “My name is Onofre Harrison, and I’m from London, England.

The purpose of looking for you is very simple. I want you to help treat a comatose patient. This is the treatment fee I prepared for you, which is 1.5 million euros. "

"Who to treat?"

Takeda Eijiro asked.

Onofre smiled and said, "He's from MI6, his name is Mark Zarrow."

"Are you from MI6?"

"No, I just want that guy to wake up quickly and ask him something."

Onofre spread his hands and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with politics. I just want to find out who injured him.

Don't you think it's a very pleasant thing to fight with a strong guy? "

"I see. I promise you."

Eijiro Takeda doesn’t hate money, he just hates money that requires selling one’s own conscience and morality.

It's a dog-eat-dog situation for this man and MI6.

He didn't care.

Chapter 260 Hojo Shinoko's Practical Spirit

Back to Shinjuku again.

Eijiro Takeda couldn't help but think that he really had an indissoluble bond with Shinjuku today.

I remember the last time I went to Shinjuku was at the end of the year before last, to buy some New Year items.

Today, however, we came to the bustling area of ​​Shinjuku one after another.

He put on his doctor's coat, gloves and a mask and picked up photos of the patients.

The chest injury was serious.

Several bones were broken, and some even pierced the lungs.

"It's really lucky. If the bone was a little deeper, it would be very dangerous."

Eijiro Takeda looked at the photo with a look of emotion on his face. This patient was really lucky.

Onofre stood nearby, smiling, and said, “You are wrong, this is not luck, this is a man-made injury.

The people who beat him deliberately beat him to such a state that he was seriously injured but not fatal. "

Takeda Eijiro glanced to the side and said, "This kind of thing is impossible, right?

Even precision machines find it difficult to achieve this level of performance.”

"A strong martial artist can do it. He doesn't need any professional knowledge. He can just rely on his fighting instinct to judge what kind of force can knock down, injure, or kill the enemy."

Onofre put his hands in his pockets, with an extremely excited expression on his face, and said: “The person who defeated Marco has such strength.

That’s why I find it interesting.”

Takeda Eijiro showed a hint of curiosity and asked, "You travel around the world just to find an enemy stronger than yourself to fight?"

Hearing this, Onofre's face darkened. Without answering, he poked the side wall with his left hand like lightning.

Then, where his finger poked, a circle similar to that drawn by a compass was formed.

The wall was powdered and falling from above.

Eijiro Takeda watched this scene with his eyes widened, as if he saw evil spirits dancing.

Onofre's fingers not only pierced the wall, but also turned part of it into powder.

If it was poked into a human body, I'm sure human flesh and blood wouldn't be much harder than the wall.

"There is no one stronger than me in this world, and I am not seeking someone stronger than myself."

Onofre’s face was full of indifference, his eyes were cold and he said: “You have to understand that I am the strongest martial artist in this world.

Everyone else is just food on my plate.

I want to find him, just like a person wants to eat, would you regard the roast chicken on the plate as an opponent?"

Eijiro Takeda understood his thoughts. It was indeed easy to develop such confidence when having such power.

"I understand. He will be able to wake up by noon tomorrow at the latest."

"Haha, the doctor was right. Dr. Takeda, you are an excellent doctor. I'm counting on you."

Onofre laughed and left the ward with his hands in his pockets.

Although the two sides fought in a busy street, the information provided by those people was too vague. They had beards and wore sunglasses.

More than thirty years old.

Even with the power of the CIA, it is impossible to find a martial artist who meets the requirements, either underground or in the open in Tokyo.

This forced Onofre to guess that it was the enemy brought in by MI6.

Maybe it has something to do with that big country in the East.

MI6 has planted spies there many times, which has caused resentment on the other side, so it is normal to be warned.

The specific situation can only be found by asking Mark who has woken up.

Onofre was thinking about those things in his mind. As he walked out of the hospital gate, his cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and answered, "What's the matter?"

"Onofre, tomorrow you and I will go to Fenghuangyuan's house to attend Hu Die's birthday party."

"Hey, Chief John, this is a business woman's birthday party. Do you need me to be your bodyguard?"

“I’d better be careful in places where there are crowds of people.”

John answered truthfully.

He chose to tolerate Onofre, even at the cost of offending MI6, because he saw his strength.

In the eyes of ordinary people and martial artists, Onofre is no different from a person with super powers.

This is the man who broke into the heavily guarded Buckingham Palace and urinated on the King's bedside.

"Ok."

Onofre replied absentmindedly.

Rather than being a bodyguard, he wanted to find the man wearing sunglasses.

However, if he wants to avoid being troubled by some people, he needs the protection of the CIA.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

Onofre muttered, striding outside.

……

The next day, the sky was gray at noon, there was no sunlight at all, and there were signs that it was going to rain.

Qingze left the teaching building and went around to the side of the club building as usual.

The window of the Koto club was open, and he didn't need to shout, Hojo Shinoko was already standing in front of the window.

Her short black hair covered her ears, and her fair face was full of seriousness. She said seriously, "Senior Qingze, please touch my face."

Qingze was stunned for a moment by this sudden reward, and asked incomprehensibly: "You mean, let me touch your face with my hands?"

"Yes, touch my face with your right hand, just like this, just gently."

Hojo Shinoko emphasized it again, and even used her right hand to demonstrate how to touch herself.

During this process, her expression was very serious, without any sign of joking, revealing the serious spirit of a scientific researcher in pursuit of practice.

She had to figure out whether yesterday's wind was an illusion or real.

Natsuka Yanagimachi hid behind with a smile on her face.

She had often been troubled by Hojo Shinoko's way of thinking, and now it was Aozawa-senpai's turn to experience the same trouble.

Qingze didn't expect that his accidental prank would be remembered by Hojo Shinoko until now.

"Okay." Qingze raised his right hand and gently touched her cheek like Hojo Shinoko did.

It is very slippery, like wet soap, but different from soap, it is not damp, but dry.

The warm feeling beneath the fair skin made Qingze couldn't help but pinch it.

Boom!

Hojo Shinoko felt her heartbeat speed up in an instant, frowned slightly and said: "Senior Qingze, my heartbeat was so fast just now!"

“Normally it would be like this.”

Qingze explained: "If I were touched unexpectedly by the opposite sex, my heart would beat faster."

"is it?"

Hojo Shinoko was puzzled by this and reached out her right hand to touch Qingze's cheek.

When the warm little hand was placed on my cheek, I could actually feel the vibration coming from beneath my skin.

Hojo Shinoko moved closer curiously, wanting to observe Qingze's expression further, completely forgetting to pay attention to the distance between them.

Qingze took a step back and said awkwardly: "Xiaozi, please pay attention to the distance. There is a difference between men and women."

"Really? I was really rude just now, but what Qingze said is right."

Hojo Shinoko nodded to acknowledge what he had just said, and then turned around and said, “Xiahua, what I told you yesterday was true, there really was a breeze that felt like Senior Qingze’s hand, brushing my cheek.

Why does such wind occur? "

"I don't even have a boyfriend, how could I possibly know something like that?"