Her hair was simply tied in a ponytail, which had become loose from exercise. Her bangs were stained with the young agent's blood at her temples, and a few strands were stuck to her full lips, which had a sharp, defined line.
She strode towards him, carrying a blood-soaked horse and brandishing a sword. With a light touch of the blade, Bob, though incredulous and resentful, knew what he had to do.
He quickly adjusted his posture, putting his hands behind his head. He refused to kneel and remained seated.
With a long sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, Chen Rou lightly tapped the keyboard and pressed send.
Seeing Bob's puzzled look and unconvinced expression, she smiled, brandished the dagger, pointed to the ceiling, and said softly, "The first floor has been sealed off and divided in two. The upper half will be used as an independent communications building so that you can have the best communication and internet speed."
He added, "The lower half is a secret passage, which would facilitate the rescue or evacuation of the intelligence station in the event of an attack?"
Bob nodded, but he was also puzzled: "How could it be you?"
In fact, Sir James's mouth was sore and his lips were cracked from talking so much, and he kept saying that Chen Rou should not be underestimated.
But she's just a woman, a woman from China, how could she suddenly break through so many passwords to get in?
Also, when the young agent called earlier, he called him "tom" directly. Bob immediately realized that the server room had been hacked. He didn't say much, just said "OK," and Chen Rou recognized it was him.
Does she have some kind of superpower in her ears, or does she have X-ray vision to see through the young agent's lies?
But actually, none of that was true. In fact, even Ah Kang didn't notice it. However, Chen Rou had been observing the room since she entered. First, she noticed the anomaly on the ceiling. Then, even the most foolish British agents had a schedule.
The duty roster was posted behind the door, and it was clear from the roster that there were 7 people in the intelligence station.
Sir James was the stationmaster, so he naturally had to do other things. The rest of the people were divided into two shifts. One of them was in charge of miscellaneous tasks and had to sign the hygiene column of the shift schedule every day. Of course, he was the young agent who was killed by Chen Rou.
Actually, he was the one who did the odd jobs and was responsible for sending and receiving computer information.
That's why he was the one delivering the Coke when Bob asked for one.
In other words, the young agent was lying from the very beginning when he said Tom was in charge of the server room.
Bob realized from his lies that he was being coerced, so he rushed to his rescue. But Chen Rou also realized the same thing. She immediately understood that he was lying and knew that it would definitely be Bob who came. She was just playing along.
She turned around, pointed the knife at the schedule, and Bob finally realized what was going on.
This woman is truly amazing; her observations are incredibly detailed and accurate. The young agent who died earlier deserved his fate, and now, if Bob doesn't exert his full strength, he probably won't survive against her either.
He regulated his breathing, trying his best to appear kind and sincere.
He repeatedly said, "OK, OK, I'll listen to you."
...
Chen Rou knelt down on one knee in front of Bob, and with a swift movement, Ah Kang, who was also terrified, took the long knife she was using to kill.
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a towel, which Ah Kang quickly used to wipe the long knife.
But she still had a dagger in her hand, which was still a weapon, and Bob recognized the dagger.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Phoenix!"
Chen Rou smiled and said in Chinese, "As expected of the Flying Tigers, you actually know your stuff."
Phoenix Saber, also known as the Phoenix.
The British Prime Minister has one; it was a gift from a high-ranking official on the mainland side when the contract was signed.
Bob wasn't surprised, because Sir James talked about Chen Rou every day, saying that she was a mainland spy, the 007 of China. It was so ironic that he was tired of hearing it, but he never believed it, nor did he ever take any precautions.
Now, when he reflects on it again, he has a clear understanding of the self-discipline of Hong Kong's richest man.
This woman, if her husband cheats on her, she'll probably chop his head off too.
But of course, now is not the time to talk about those things.
She asked him, "Which computer is the main unit, storing the key files?"
This sounds like she's setting a trap for Bob, because she not only turned on her computer but had already sent an email.
Whichever machine she uses, that machine is of course the main unit.
Like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox, Bob lost all his previous ambition. Fearing he might be punished for lying, he obediently pointed to the computer behind him and nodded vigorously.
Chen Rou said, "Take the hard drive out and give it to me."
By this time, Nie Jiajun had already obtained the photos, taken with a digital camera, which could be zoomed in and out. All the information he needed could be found through the photos, and Chen Rou was about to disassemble the hard drive.
Bob hesitated for a moment, then said, "I need tools."
Chen Rou grabbed his hair, forcing him to turn his head, and asked sarcastically, "Are you sure?"
As anyone who has used an old-fashioned computer knows, when a computer gets old, the case is usually disassembled for easier repair and better heat dissipation. This computer is an example; the outer casing is on one side, and the hard drive, motherboard, and other components are all visible.
But Bob wasn't really unwilling to cooperate. He shrugged, almost crying, and said, "I don't know what a hard drive is."
Chen Rou was speechless. She gestured for A Kang to come over, pressed the dagger against Bob, and personally reached in to tear out the hard drive.
They put the hard drive in their backpacks; now they needed to go somewhere: the archives.
From its external structure, you can tell it's a very large house. Of course, Hong Kong has been around for a century, and so has the Military Intelligence Bureau. It has files on all the financial crises and stock market crises in Hong Kong's history, from the Lui Lok incident in the 1960s to the tragic deaths of a group of police chiefs, all of which were instigated by Henry Lau. It also records the bloodshed in Kowloon and the repeated escapes of criminals like Cheung Tze-keung from justice.
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