Soul Patch

Chapter 276 Why did the mission fail back then?
9:15 a.m., Central Control Room.

John put away the walkie-talkie and nodded to Zhao Jingshu.

It seemed the makeshift therapy room was ready. She smiled knowingly, gave everyone a few instructions, and quickly left.

Just as she expected, Awen had been washed clean and given the drugs... just waiting for her to hypnotize him (and subject him to all sorts of torture).

Cough cough cough, that's hypnotherapy.

Professor Zhao personally took the lead, no appointment needed, and he didn't charge any fees...

Ah Wen is too out of his mind to know about this good thing. If he finds out about this good thing after the effects of the hallucinogenic drug wear off, he will be so "moved" that he will die!
Seeing Professor Zhao heading towards the door, his steps swift and his spirits high, John winked at Lucy, then turned his gaze to Professor Zhao, who was about to step out the door.

John then walked toward the door.

Lucy understood and followed him out.

When she arrived at the dimly lit corridor, she found Professor Zhao walking alone towards Section D.

John stood still, showing no intention of following.

She looked at John with a puzzled expression, only to see him put his finger to his lips.

"be quiet"

The voice was very soft; Lucy, standing opposite him, could barely hear it.

John turned and walked toward their temporary living quarters.

It seemed John had something to discuss with her privately... Lucy suppressed her confusion, hesitated for a moment, and then followed him.

John walked to his bedroom and opened the door with his key card.

This... what does this mean?
A flicker of doubt crossed Lucy's eyes: John, as the overall person in charge of this operation, certainly had the authority to assign her tasks. He also had the authority to assign her tasks on any occasion.

But such a private place as the bedroom... are you going to talk about work?

Before she could think it through, John pressed her against the wall in the corridor, his burning lips covering her cool lips.

John's kiss carried a rugged masculinity that made Lucy's head spin.

What does it mean?
A kiss without any emotional buildup doesn't feel like flirting; it's more like... completing a task.

The image of the security camera at the end of the corridor flashed through Lucy's mind...

Suddenly, she understood.

They've already failed once, so given the complicated situation, they should proceed with caution.

With that thought in mind, Lucy took the initiative to hook her arms around John's neck.

John paused for a moment, a hint of relief appearing on his sculpted, handsome face.

Lucy truly lived up to his reputation after working with him for so many years; with just a glance or a gesture, Lucy could read his mind.

He forcefully wrapped his arm around Lucy's slender waist, lifted her up, and carried her towards the bedroom.

The scent of hormones filled the bedroom as they swelled together. John slammed the door shut and abruptly released Lucy.

He prepared to insert the room card into the power card slot.

Lucy's slender, lotus-root-like arm casually draped over him, and she whispered in his ear:
"Check the listening devices and cameras first." (The two communicated in English, the same below)
"I checked this morning, and it wasn't there."

"Check it again!"

Indeed, Wenjie is being monitored from all angles, so who can guarantee that their room is absolutely safe?
He turned on his phone's camera and carefully scanned the room.

"chub"

Only then did the two feel relieved enough to take out the power and turn on the light.

Lucy caught her breath, took out her lip gloss, and stood in front of the dressing mirror, touching up her makeup as she asked, "What happened?" "The assassination plot from ten years ago—why did it fail? Did you investigate it internally afterward?" John asked seriously.

Lucy looked at John with clear eyes; she understood what he meant.

"This country's defense system is too strong. Even fruit knives and vehicle escape hammers are controlled items... The snipers and assassins we sent out were taken out before they even got close to their targets."

Lucy said with regret, her face flashing with resentment and helplessness at this perverse defense.

John shook his head thoughtfully, his azure eyes becoming deep and complex, like a still, unfathomable lake.

Seeing this, Lucy frowned: "What, do you suspect there's a traitor?"

John narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"What? You mean the other side already knew our plans, laid a trap, and was just waiting for us to walk into our deaths!"

"Very likely! Think about it, it's understandable that it was stopped."

After all, a human boom exposes oneself directly to the public, openly disrupting social order; it's too conspicuous and too arrogant.

But how do you explain the sniper being shot in the head as soon as he reached the designated sniping position?

Lucy frowned and said, "The sniper was shot dead as soon as he drew his gun. Wasn't it because the enemy's defense system detected the controlled firearms?"

John sighed. "Okay, that's a rough explanation. But the assassins sent out were several blocks away from the target and were killed before they even got close... that doesn't make sense."

Yes, that really doesn't make sense.

The assassin did not draw his dagger, did not approach his target, and did not reveal any motive for killing... Just because he was carrying a dagger, it was far too little to warrant execution on the spot.

Lucy's face turned deathly pale, her large, European-style eyes filled with shock and horror.

She slumped onto the bed, clutching the tube of lip gloss tightly in her hand, her chest heaving.

After a few seconds, she suddenly looked up: "You suspect Lisa, that Lisa knew about this assassination plot 10 years ago."

John pondered for a moment and then shook his head.

Ok?
There was no doubt about Lisa!
Could it be... that John suspects Jon?
She stared intently at John, her emotions suddenly becoming extremely agitated: "I believe Jon; he would never betray us."

John's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if he had vaguely caught a direction, but then lost it again.

He pondered for a long time, his eyes sometimes shining brightly, and then dimming again in an instant.

Finally, he hesitated before asking, "Could it be Professor Zhao Jingshu?"

Professor Zhao Jingshu?
This was something Lucy never expected.

She sat there blankly, her expression vacant, as if she had lost the ability to think.

Why would anyone doubt Professor Zhao Jingshu?

It couldn't be Professor Zhao; she wouldn't know about the whole assassination plan, that's one reason.

Secondly, she was ostracized and suppressed in China, and it was only through our guarantee that she was able to go to Stanford University in the United States to pursue a doctorate in psychology.

"Impossible, John. You probably don't know much about this place. You're more familiar with Western culture."

The West values ​​freedom and human dignity, while here, people are often investigated and punished, and one's life cannot have any blemishes.

I don't know what Professor Zhao did in her youth, but it has clearly become a stain on her life, a handle held against her by colleagues with whom she has a conflict of interest.

It was after she returned to China from her studies in the USA that she transformed into a highly sought-after expert.

Without our strong support, she could not have achieved her current success and industry standing.

In short, without us, there would be no Professor Zhao Jingshu today.

(End of this chapter)