At Mexico Central Station, the loudspeaker broadcasts:
"Passengers, please note that the G1033 train to Beihai will depart from Platform 15 at 7 o'clock..."
A tall Chinese passenger in an open-collared suit looked up at the tall dome of the train station. His sharp, angular face showed a suspicious expression. The announcement on the station's bulletin board was in Chinese, and then repeated in Spanish.
Although there are not many Mexicans who speak Spanish now, Spanish is still one of the two official languages of the Mexican Empire, and there are some traditions that still need to be respected.
He brushed the hair on his forehead and walked towards the exit of the train station. Then he joined the crowd of passengers. There were a lot of people, people from all directions passed by him and rushed to the various exits of the station, each going their own way. These passengers from all over the world came here with different plans. Everyone was in a hurry.
After leaving the train station, he hailed a taxi.
"To the Ocean Hotel."
While the taxi was driving, 007 thought a lot. He had left Mexico City before to track down a clue. Now he was back in Mexico City again, and his mission was still to find that person.
Find that guy.
Then... the most important thing now is to find that guy first. Only by finding that guy can we figure out everything.
"What did he spend the money on?"
…
007, carrying a suitcase, walked into the Ocean Hotel in Mexico City. When he walked into the hotel, years of special training made him immediately aware of something unusual: there were a few people whose faces were different from those around them, and they were all cold. When he walked into the lobby, their eyes turned towards him. However, they only glanced at him and then moved away.
"It should be someone's bodyguard."
It was not unusual to encounter bodyguards in a high-end hotel like the Ocean Hotel. After completing the check-in procedure, 007 got on the elevator. After walking out of the elevator, he quickly realized that something was not normal.
At the end of the corridor, there stood two burly men in black open-collar suits. When he stepped into the corridor, even though they were both wearing sunglasses, he could still feel that they were staring at him.
Without observing, one can notice that their eyes are following him!
They are not simple bodyguards.
The person standing on the left side of the corridor, with his right hand seemingly covered by his left hand, was inserted diagonally under his hem, and the same was true for the person on the right. With just one glance, one could tell that the hand inserted under the hem must be holding a weapon, or at least close to a weapon. If there was any accident, the weapon would definitely be taken out at the first opportunity.
They are not ordinary bodyguards, 007 had this thought in his mind. Years of training told him that the identities of these two bodyguards were different, and even reminded him - there was danger!
Of course, it is also possible that it is because it is a royal suite and the guests staying in it are either rich or noble, so it is understandable that they would have such bodyguards.
If it were an ordinary agent, he would evacuate first at this time, and he could not delay for a second. However, his many years of career taught him that evacuating now was the most dangerous.
007 did not retreat, but continued to walk forward, feeling the gazes from the end of the corridor. 007 walked to the door of his room very calmly, and then used the room card to open the door.
Just as he entered the room, before he could take out the weapon from the briefcase and prepare for the next move, he suddenly froze.
When he stood still, the light in the room came on. There was a person sitting on the sofa under the light, looking at him with a smile.
It's him!
The person waiting for him in the room was not someone else, but the target he had been tracking recently!
Now he is waiting for me here!
At this moment, 007 felt cold sweat on his back. This was the first time in his career that he felt this way. This was the first time he felt real danger.
He even felt like a mouse that had fallen into the opponent's mousetrap.
Mousetrap!
Yes, now we have fallen into the opponent's trap.
It is even possible that even this trip to Mexico City was caused by the target person deliberately exposing himself, and he actually broke in.
It was like the prey suddenly walked into the hunter's trap.
But how did he know that I was tracking him?
And why was he waiting for me in this room?
Although he had many questions in his mind, 007 still took the initiative to speak.
"Hello, Mr. Zhu, we finally meet!"
As he spoke, 007 put the suitcase on the bedside. At the same time, he heard footsteps in the corridor. Although very light, they reminded him that the other party was already prepared. As long as he made the slightest movement, the person outside the door would break in.
"The person outside the door is yours!"
"On the opposite building, three snipers are aiming at this place!"
Zhu Xianhai did not answer his question, but told 007 directly - it was not just the people outside the corridor.
This is why he needs snipers to take charge of the perimeter security.
It’s simple, safety first.
"First of all, I know you're an agent of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation!"
Zhu Xianhai put down the teacup in his hand, looked at him and smiled.
"Mr. 007!"
In an instant, 007 felt a chill on his back. As his sense of crisis grew stronger, countless questions arose in his mind.
How did he know himself?
How did you know that you would live in this room?
besides……
Many years ago, he had faced such a situation in the secret service school. In his career after graduation, he had also faced danger countless times, but he had never felt this way. It seemed that everything was precisely calculated by the other party.
Was everything designed by the other party, just waiting for me to barge in?
It took about two or three seconds for 007 to realize that he had met his match.
"Zhu Mingde, this shouldn't be your real name. Who are you? The Mexican Imperial Military Intelligence Agency? Or the British M16? The French Directorate-General for External Security? Or..."
The more he thought about it, the more 007 felt that Zhu Mingde was no ordinary person!
This guy... is definitely not an ordinary person as the information says.
Well! This is reasonable. How could an ordinary person lead himself into such a trap?
Zhu Xianhai did not answer his question. How many times had they been having this conversation?
The thirteenth time!
In the simulator, he died three times, was captured twice, and then had eight conversations, and only in the last one did they reach a consensus.
This gentle-looking guy is now standing at the door, seemingly harmless. However, this seemingly harmless guy is actually a killing machine, and even under the sniper's gun, he has a chance to kill himself.
Despite facing such a threat, his heart remained calm.
Spoiler Dog is just like that, calm and collected.
Zhu Xianhai glanced at 007 standing by the door - just by looking at the code name, he knew that the other party was the ace agent of the Investigation Bureau.
Sitting on the sofa, he shook the wine glass in his hand and said.
"Bond!"
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