Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 72, Section 29: Secret Mission!

Time flies by.

three days later.

At eight o'clock in the morning, people were chatting in the intelligence department's officers' office.

Sergeant Draco crossed his legs as he looked at the news in the newspaper—a workers' riot had broken out in the southern Rosenburg region of Country B. The workers had blocked two highways, and the newspaper said that foreign infiltration was suspected to have caused the riot.

Draco shook his head, finding nothing interesting to watch.

This report was from five or six days ago. To be honest, the reason he only saw this timely news now was simply because the Sun newspaper articles take several days to be delivered to the police station for free.

He didn't want to spend money to buy the newspaper.

For the general public, these messages are all incomprehensible metaphors. Even the police officers working in the intelligence department are in the same boat. They have only noticed that the rats have been a bit more active lately, but they haven't made any big moves.

Only political and business elites fall into suspicion and speculation, with various rumors circulating in private gatherings.

This is what is known as the "war planning period".

A stage where "a storm is brewing".

The enemy is like a bow being drawn back, its power gathering; our side is like someone disturbed by footsteps, straining their ears in the darkness, trying to distinguish between family members and robbers.

The focus shifts back.

In the police station office in the morning, Sergeant Draco was still reading the newspaper and slacking off, while the other officers were doing their own things.

He Ye walked into the police station office, his expression calm.

Today is his last day at work.

Tomorrow his police career will end—though only as an auxiliary officer, he's already had a full taste of the daily work of the intelligence unit. Most of the time is spent suspecting something, investigating, and continuing until the suspect is cleared or arrested.

Since returning from Saturday's holiday, He Ye has started going out on field assignments again and no longer stays in the office.

He didn't go with Lorice, but instead spent a busy yet peaceful few days with the other regular officers in Group Four.

Several officers, their clothes soaked with sweat under the scorching sun or drenched in sweat in the stuffy car, were carrying out their surveillance duties. They stared at each other, exclaiming how hard it was.

I don't have any regrets about my soon-to-end police career.

The only problem is that He Ye doesn't know if he has to return the housing issued by the police station... but he thinks he still has to move out.

And I keep Lawrence's words in my heart.

'You should continue your undercover work.'

Actually, last night, at 8 pm, Lawrence came to the coffee shop to meet He Ye, for no apparent reason or suddenness.

His shoulder injury has improved considerably and he is recovering very well.

Lawrence asked He Ye if he could compile a personnel file for the intelligence department so that even if they were in plainclothes and standing on the roadside, their own people could recognize them. He also asked about the recent operations of the bureau.

He Ye can answer all these questions.

But Lawrence raised another question, it seemed that CORE was up to something again. He wanted the file of a certain bank president, which He Ye couldn't help with... at least not on his last day as a police officer.

"Is there no way to stay there and remain undercover?"

“My situation was very special, so the time was limited. They trusted me a lot, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t have any doubts.”

"..."

The conversation ended in a silent farewell.

He Ye sat on Officer David's desk, staring at the ceiling. Several people had already come to the office, including some familiar faces.

"Good morning, good morning," Rayleigh greeted as he approached.

He was unaware that He Ye would be "released from prison" the next day—in fact, most of the officers here were unaware, since no one cared about the term of an auxiliary officer. Even if they did care, they wouldn't have imagined that his term would only last a few days.

Sergeant Draco was still plotting his own schemes, unaware that before he could even act, He Ye had already packed up and left.

"Good morning," He Ye replied casually.

Then Officer Rory arrived at the office. He had been on field duty with He Ye recently. The case of the "former health minister having an affair with a civilian girl" was no longer being investigated by them, but was now being handled entirely by Lorris.

Meanwhile, the only person who knew that He Ye's police career would end tomorrow was Loris.

To be honest, she dragged me here when I first arrived. I was tormented for the first two days – my mouth was dry and my wrists hurt. After that, the incident of pretending to be a couple at the club happened. Maybe because I spoke up for her and our relationship improved, I didn't want to teach He Ye a lesson.

In short, it was an unexpected development.

Just as she was thinking about that light blonde officer she didn't get along with, Loris entered the police officer's office, looking both arrogant and heroic.

However, unlike before, only the officers in Group 3 were slightly wary; most of the officers in Group 4 simply "saw" her.

I will no longer face the same fear as before, like I did when I was a cub.

This is inextricably linked to He Ye. Because of what happened between him and Loris this week—the easygoing newcomer and the tormenting little lion got together, and instead of the expected endless complaints, the newcomer was full of energy and vitality, which made them reflect and see some of Loris's good qualities.

Of course, He Ye was unaware of these changes. He simply did what he felt was right and didn't care much about interpersonal relationships, since he wasn't going to stay there for long.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Commander Loris.

After Lorice arrived, she assigned tasks for the day, and after assigning them in two or three minutes, most of the officers in the four groups were now available.

He Ye thought he would still go on fieldwork.

Unexpectedly, Loris left herself alone.

She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then took a deep breath, took an envelope out of her pocket, and calmly handed it to He Ye.

"I got my salary?" was He Ye's first reaction.

Loris was clearly taken aback by the answer, but thinking about the contents of the envelope, she became less natural and coughed awkwardly twice:
"No... it's not your task for today."

"Task?"

He Ye looked at Lolis in confusion and responded, then waited for a reply.

It was clear that Loris didn't want to explain the specifics of the mission. Her expression was subtle as she evaded the question, and after giving a few perfunctory words, she hurriedly left.

Well, it must be some kind of secret mission.

He Ye had no choice but to open the envelope and take a look.

He sat down and emptied the contents of the envelope. The first thing that caught his eye was a 3,000 crown banknote... Huh? Why did they give him an extra 1,000 crowns?
Are they really that wealthy and powerful?
But then, upon seeing the note and banquet invitation left behind, He Ye realized that this was indeed not his salary, but rather a mission item.

"Humphrey Xavier's birthday party will be held tonight at seven o'clock, and many political elites will be attending. I still suspect him of being highly suspicious, and I need your assistance in investigating his business dealings, personal life, and marital relationship. Please infiltrate the mansion as a visiting guest."

Look down.

"The envelope contains three thousand crowns and an invitation. The money is for renting a suitable outfit, as formal attire is required for the banquet. The birthday banquet invitation is your entry card; please don't lose it, or you won't be allowed in."

Next, you see the time and place, as well as the pseudonym given to He Ye—in short, to arrive at the private villa in the suburbs of the city before seven o'clock to attend Jazz's birthday party.

He Ye was a little confused. This mission seemed very serious, so why choose an assistant officer like himself to carry it out? Even if Officer Rory couldn't do it due to his beliefs, there were many other officers here. However… he didn't seem to have a reason to refuse.

Anyway, it was the last day, and the envelope said that He Ye could start preparing now.

He could use this to gather what Lawrence needed. He could simply find a sign-in sheet in the office, compare it with the people there and the photos on the wall. After all, all he needed were names and appearances. He could write down this information and record as much as he could.

In short, it's not unacceptable to have some minor unexpected arrangements on the last day of work.

……

—Seagull Street. Clothing Store—

The camera turned.

The sun was setting in the west at dusk.

On the street of Seagull Street, in front of a clothing store, He Ye was walking out wearing a well-fitting black suit.

He has now finished get off work and gone home. After taking a shower, he went out to buy clothes. He felt no pressure about spending public funds, so He Ye bought the most expensive style.

Generally speaking, suits need to be custom-made to fit best. Fortunately, He Ye has a great figure and is not much different from the models, so these suits fit her well.

However, after choosing her clothes, He Ye glanced at her watch and felt a little worried.

He was carrying the information file that Lawrence needed in his left hand, because he was going to meet him next—actually, Mark should have been the one to make the contact, but He Ye didn't hesitate, since he wasn't even in the organization and was just helping out.

After meeting with Lawrence, it was probably around 6:40.

Hmm... it shouldn't be a problem if I'm a little late, right?

He Ye hadn't had time to change her image yet; after all, one should at least change their appearance for public occasions. With so many politicians around, it's always good to be cautious.

He usually just tidies himself up a bit, letting his hair fall down so it doesn't cover his eyes, giving him a relaxed air.

The men at the banquet either had slicked-back hair or combed-out bangs, exuding a successful greasiness, or rather, a sense of confidence.

After much deliberation, I realized I didn't have the time, so I went to an optician's and bought a pair of glasses without a prescription. I put them on my nose with my middle finger, and then slightly concealed the sharpness in my eyes, transforming myself into a completely quiet and gentle young man.

Perhaps it's inappropriate to use such a title, but it certainly has a scholarly air about it.

This young man didn't seem aggressive, although those who knew him could still recognize him as He Ye—he thought he'd wet his hair a bit on the way and run his fingers through his hair to smooth it to both sides.

Sometimes, changes in posture and gaze, along with small accessories, are enough to fool most people.

Then we went to the agreed location.

He Ye met with Lawrence.

When they met, Lawrence remained silent for a long time, looking at He Ye and then at the surroundings, before finally calming down and having a normal conversation.

The files were handed over silently.

After spending ten minutes dealing with Lawrence's matter, He Ye immediately hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take him to Belgra, a villa area in the suburbs—a well-known rural villa area suitable for retirement and relaxation.

I took another look at my watch.

It should be on time... its own superior's secret mission shouldn't be affected by being a few minutes late...

……

—Sir Humphrey's villa in the suburbs—

As dusk settles below the horizon, the sky gradually darkens, taking on a bluish hue.

A blue that is neither black nor bright.

What gradually came into view was a detached villa, a grand detached villa.

It features high red brick walls, wrought iron double gates, a spacious garden, and a garage—the most direct way to display its wealth and success.

It features a fountain and a spacious lawn.

This garden villa, covering nearly two thousand square meters, is where the daily life of the upper class takes place.

There were waiters standing at the entrance. The people coming and going were dressed smartly, and most of them came in pairs, or even with children. Very few people came alone.

It seems that today, besides being a birthday party, has another layer of meaning.

Private cars are parked orderly at the gate or in the yard. Each one is a luxury car that is hard to buy on the market, and some even have badges with certain characteristics of animals engraved on them.

Walking straight in from the main entrance, you can see stone sculptures and flowerbeds trimmed by gardeners—a few elegant ladies are chatting under the pavilion, their presence both graceful and eye-catching.

Rectangular white-cloth tables were set up on the lawns on both sides, with all kinds of delicacies and desserts, a total of fifty or sixty different kinds, and maids were serving the dishes as they walked back and forth.

The dining area for the birthday party appears to be on the lawn outside.

In this expansive area, several hundred meters wide, there are manicured gardens, gently flowing fountains, a dark blue sky, and the gradually emerging moon.

It was exactly seven o'clock.

The streetlights, resembling works of art, came on.

Some of the visiting guests held champagne and stood on the lawn, chatting quietly about various topics—waiters passed by with trays, ready to serve whiskey or red wine whenever they waved.

There were also white porcelain plates and cutlery next to the dining table, like a buffet, where everyone could take what they needed.

A girl with chestnut-brown hair in pigtails was carrying a plate and walking back and forth, selecting food.

Neytil wore a long purple evening gown that revealed the skin of her calves and her white collarbones—a crystal necklace dangled from her chest—and was dressed no differently from the ladies around her.

She came today with her brother to celebrate the former health minister's first birthday since leaving office.

Sir Humphrey's achievements during his tenure are admirable, leaving a substantial legacy for his successor as Secretary of Health. Even disregarding public opinion, he also won numerous votes for his party.

As I was patiently selecting food, a familiar voice drifted over—it was a woman.

“Nettel, it’s been a long time. You still enjoy savoring delicious food as much as ever.”

Nitil turned around and saw a blonde woman with wavy hair. She smiled while covering her face, holding an elegant fan in her hand. There was a certain arrogance in her emerald eyes. She was wearing a fluffy long dress and a crystal pendant, and she was also a lady.

Beside her stood a young man with blond hair.

Clearly the visitor was ill-intentioned.

Nitil recognized the person in front of her. It was Galina, her former classmate from St. John's Middle School.

During her school days, she was short and ugly. Relying on the power of her parents, she liked to bully others, regardless of gender, and was later taught a lesson by Nytil and Loris.

The man next to her is probably her new boyfriend? It's unclear whether it's a political marriage or something she chose herself—she always seems to seek out certain men as partners, which is a silent form of resistance against family arrangements.

Even if the greeting is unfriendly, one should still maintain politeness.

“Long time no see, Galina, you’re still the same as before.” Nitil smiled and hummed. “Of course, I was referring to back at Bridge St. Di Middle School.”

The words, though not offensive, made Galina's face stiffen, as if they had hurt her deeply.

“You…” she bit her red lips.

(End of this chapter)