Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

On the screen, the greasy smiley face in the bangs looked particularly eerie in night vision mode.

Zhang Huaimin scoffed lightly, not in a hurry to make a move against these two grasshoppers who had fallen into autumn.

These flies in the courtyard, let's keep them and play with them slowly.

With a thought, he swiped his finger along the edge of the holographic screen.

The image zoomed out rapidly, like a satellite map, spanning several streets.

They accurately located the heavily guarded foreign-related hotel in Wangfujing.

Inside the presidential suite.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

"Bang!"

A sharp, crisp sound of glass shattering broke the silence.

Paul Smith's normally well-maintained white face was now contorted with extreme anger and fear.

He angrily slammed the expensive crystal goblet in his hand.

It smashed into the Chinese landscape painting on the opposite wall.

The scarlet wine flowed down the wall like streaks of blood.

"Useless! A bunch of idiots!"

Paul roared at the top of his lungs in broken Chinese.

His chest heaved violently as he ripped open the collar of his expensive silk shirt, as if that would allow him to breathe more easily.

Just half an hour ago.

He received a transoceanic telegram from headquarters using the highest emergency code.

That "top-secret blueprint" that he thought he had obtained for ten thousand US dollars.

It turned out to be a super virus containing a logic bomb!

It not only caused the motherboard of the million-dollar supercomputer at headquarters to burn out on the spot.

It even caused a fire in the server room, and two top experts were severely burned while trying to salvage data!

Headquarters sent him a very harsh telegram.

He was ordered to do so within three days.

No matter the cost, we must find out the truth about that five-year-old Chinese prodigy!

Otherwise, what awaits him is an internal purge even more terrible than a military court-martial!

"Mr. Paul, please calm down."

In the corner, the traitorous translator with a middle parting was trembling with fear.

He lay on the ground like a dog, frantically wiping the red wine splattered on his shoes with a handkerchief.

"That Chinese kid is too strange. Li Lixin's arrest shows that their outer armed defenses are already an impenetrable fortress."

"Forcing our way in is definitely not going to work!"

Paul gave him a cold look.

"Idiot, of course I know we can't force our way in."

Paul took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

A cold, malevolent glint flashed in those deep-set blue eyes, like that of a venomous snake.

A direct assault won't work.

Then we have no choice but to outsmart them.

Undermining the enemy from within is the Western intelligence community's most adept and also their most despicable tactic!

"go."

Paul walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"Go to the next room and call 'Lucy' over."

Hearing the name "Lucy".

The translator shuddered violently, a flicker of barely concealed fear and even a hint of morbid obsession flashing in his eyes.

He dared not ask another question.

He scrambled out of the room to carry out orders.

Less than two minutes.

The solid wood double doors of the suite were gently pushed open.

It has an extremely alluring, even slightly psychedelic, high-end perfume scent.

It instantly filled the entire room.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground.

A woman walked in gracefully.

The woman was wearing a burgundy French wool coat that was extremely fitted and accentuated her devilishly hot figure.

Her long, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

She has a typical Eastern beauty face with fair, snow-white skin.

Her eyes, as if holding a pool of spring water, could make even a piece of wood seem incredibly charming.

But if you look closely...

You'll discover that deep within her seemingly gentle eyes lies a chilling, murderous intent.

She is Lucy.

Her true identity is that of a top female spy left over from the Japanese Special Higher Police, employed by a Western intelligence agency.

Proficient in disguise, assassination, and psychological manipulation.

The number of political figures and high-tech talents from various countries who died under her skin is too many to count on two hands.

"Mr. Paul, you were looking for me."

Lucy walked to the sofa, her voice sweet and delicate, like a small brush with a hook.

Paul looked at the stunning woman before him.

Even though he was used to seeing beautiful women, he couldn't help but feel a little flutter in his heart at this moment.

But he knew how terrifying this woman was.

"Lucy, it's an emergency."

Paul didn't waste any words and simply threw a photo on the table.

That's the gate of the Hongxing Courtyard.

"The assault failed."

"Now, only you can get close to that core area."

Paul pointed at the photo, his eyes filled with malice.

"I've used my connections to forge a completely new identity for you."

"From now on, your name is 'Bai Jie'. You are a female educated youth who spent many years working on a farm in Northeast China and was granted special permission to return to the city due to health reasons."

"Your new place will be located less than two alleys away from that target courtyard house."

Lucy picked up the photo and glanced at it casually.

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing a disdainful smirk.

"Mr. Paul, is it worth using me just to deal with a five-year-old child?"

Don't underestimate your opponent!

Paul slammed his hand on the table, his eyes glazing wildly.

"That's no ordinary child! He's protected by an entire military region!"

"Your mission now is not to assassinate him directly."

Paul lowered his voice, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"You need to use your appearance to get close to the residents of that compound."

"Those ordinary Chinese people at the bottom of society are greedy, ignorant, and lustful."

"The Chinese value male beauty the most."

Paul sneered, his voice filled with arrogant disdain.

"I don't believe it, those poor men in that compound..."

"No one can resist your charm, Lucy!"

"As long as you muddy the waters, corrupt them, and turn them into your accomplices."

"At that time, that seemingly impregnable courtyard house will completely crumble from within!"

Upon hearing this, Lucy's mocking smile deepened.

She casually tossed a curl behind her ear, exuding charm.

"learn."

"To deal with those stupid men who can't even get enough to eat, I only need to snap my fingers, and they'll grovel at my feet like dogs."

"Mr. Paul, just wait for my good news."

Done.

Lucy turned around, leaving behind an extremely alluring silhouette.

Accompanied by that intoxicating perfume scent, it disappeared outside the door.

Paul picked up his glass, looked out at the snowstorm outside the window, and his eyes were filled with malice.

He could almost see the five-year-old prodigy who had humiliated him.

Caught between lust and betrayal from within, he met a tragic end, utterly disgraced and left without a proper burial!

however.

Neither Paul nor Lucy knew.

Every word they uttered in this presidential suite, which was touted as "absolutely safe," was recorded.

Even the slightest change in expression on Lucy's face.

at this point.

All of it is extremely clear and without reservation.

It appeared on the ultra-high-definition holographic screen in the east wing, several kilometers away!

"A honey trap?"

Zhang Huaimin sat on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

Looking at the glamorous, self-important female spy on the screen.

He slowly peeled open a White Rabbit candy and popped it into his mouth.

The sweet, milky aroma melts in your mouth.

A chilling, even cruelly expectant smile crept onto Zhang Huaimin's lips.

"These days, there really are high-level experience packs that are eager to be delivered to your death."

In the picture.

Lucy had changed into a floral cotton-padded jacket that was somewhat plain but still couldn't hide her enviable figure.

She was carrying an old leather suitcase that looked quite vintage.

In a faint, alluring fragrance.

Stepping on the remaining snow.

They walk with steps that appear delicate but are actually the result of professional training.

I walked into the narrow alley of Nanluoguxiang.