American tax officials

Chapter 60 You Can't Escape

He walked to the locker with a black plastic bag, entered the combination, put the bag inside, and then turned and left.

Throughout the entire process, he did not show any unusual behavior, nor did he glance at David and Nissen sitting not far away, as if he had only done something insignificant.

"Keep a close eye on them..."

The bait was ready, and David knew the spy should appear soon.

But he dared not look around, afraid of being noticed anything amiss, and remained focused on reading the newspaper.

Twenty minutes passed quickly.

During this time, some passengers went to the lockers to deposit or retrieve items, but locker number 46 remained untouched.

Just as David and Nissen were wondering if they had been exposed.

At that moment, a white woman appeared in front of the locker.

Her figure was incredibly graceful, her steps as light as willow catkins dancing, and every movement exuded elegance and composure.

Her clothes were very simple, consisting of elegant colors and well-fitting cuts, giving her an overall understated look.

When David saw the information that appeared above her head, his eyes lit up.

[Name: Maggie Timothy]

[Occupation: Ballet dancer, spy.]

[Monthly income: Personal income of US$16, and official income of US$60.]

[Income Details: December 4th, seduced Representative Palmer of the House of Representatives, earning $20,000, and extracted intelligence from him, transmitting it to the United States, earning $50,000; December 16th, seduced a Department of Homeland Security official, earning $20,000, and extracted intelligence from him, transmitting it to the United States, earning $50,000; December 26th, completed the intrusion into the United States' website database...]

[More details: ...]

Tax payable: US$282400.

"I never imagined this woman could extract so much information from officials..."

"Walk!"

Just then, the light rail arrived at the station. After getting off, Nison and David immediately hailed a taxi and sped towards the Four Seasons Hotel.

Meanwhile, on the road leading to the airport.

Maggie was sitting in a taxi, her fingers flying across her phone as she typed a string of code and sent it.

Seven or eight minutes later, her phone received a reply, which was also a string of code.

After reading the code, Maggie looked somewhat puzzled.

She was told by her superiors that they had investigated and her identity had not been exposed.

Who were those two men who were following her?

But judging from their appearance... they certainly don't seem to be from the CIA or FBI.

If the people in these two departments were competent, their tracking skills wouldn't be this bad.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly said to the driver, "Excuse me, I'm not going to the airport now. Take me to the Four Seasons Hotel instead!"

She rushed to the airport to escape because she was worried about her identity being exposed.

But her identity doesn't seem to have been exposed yet, and there are some confidential documents and files in the hotel that she needs to go back and deal with.

Twenty minutes later, Maggie returned to the Four Seasons Hotel.

However, she did not go in directly. Instead, she looked around and, after confirming that there were no traps, she went in with peace of mind.

Shortly after she went inside, David and Nissen appeared at the door.

They arrived here a while ago, but they hid because their target hadn't appeared yet.

"Be careful, these spies are all specially trained and dangerous individuals. We can't let her get away again this time!"

"Don't worry, I haven't been a nobody in the Marine Corps all these years!"

Nissen clenched his fists, a fierce look appearing on his face.

The woman got away because we were in a public place.

If he could let the woman escape now that they've cornered her at the door, then he might as well quit working at the State Taxation Bureau!

Seeing that Nissen was so confident, David said no more and immediately entered the hotel. He took the elevator to the 11th floor and tiptoed to room 1101. The two of them also took out their sidearms and held them in their hands.

(End of this chapter)