Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 56, Section 13: Preparations for In-Depth Investigation

—Lane 26, Ma Kang Street—

After a few minutes of chasing, they lost track of him.

There was no doubt that she couldn't keep up with the car's speed on foot. As Lolis panted and was thinking about how to continue the chase, He Ye wearily gave her an address.

If Kane wasn't lying and he didn't mistake the car, then the address couldn't be wrong.

So they chased after it again, and using the address Kane had given them, the two had already reached their destination—Lane 26, Macon Street—and saw the Lincoln classic car parked on the road.

It seems there are indeed some things going on.

Then, pretending to be police officers on a routine patrol, the two rested and then inspected a barbershop called "Quick Cut Mamba" to cover up their real purpose.

"Hello, may I ask about your recent situation?"

"Yes, sir. Recently..."

Next to this barbershop is a five-story old-style residential building, which is also the residence of Miss Mia.

Despite living in an ordinary, even inexpensive, place, the unlicensed taxis parked on the roadside were incredibly expensive. It was clear that Miss Mia had indeed hooked up with a wealthy man, and the man's influence even surprised Loris, prompting her to interrupt her investigation and follow him.

A few minutes later.

The routine inquiry at the barbershop was over, but no one had come down yet, so the two of them pretended to take notes and lingered a little longer.

"By the way, do you know the people in the car?"

He Ye stood to the side with his arms crossed and asked. He was watching an apprentice nervously trimming a man's hair, while Loris's pen was writing in a black notebook, and her eyes were observing the street outside through the reflection in the mirror.

“No, I didn’t see anyone in the car, but I recognize the family crest on it…” Loris said.

After listening, He Ye recalled the image in her mind—it was a deer antler, which seemed quite harmless, didn't it?
After completing the record-keeping, the two had no further reason to leave the barbershop and pretend to check the next shop.

Frankly speaking, at present, it's easy to associate a young woman with a powerful middle-aged man with a certain development—that the woman is a spy from some country, seducing the middle-aged man to steal classified documents.

This is normal.

If this is the beginning of something intricately connected, then He Ye's involvement could at least stop the damage in time. It's just unknown whether this is true, or whether Miss Mia is actually a spy from another country, which would be a different story.

As He Ye stood by the roadside, lost in thought, it was as if the stage of destiny was merging at that moment.

Surprisingly, an acquaintance happened to be passing by.

Not far away, a white-haired man in a trench coat hurried past, his eyes filled with worry and helplessness.

Until he caught a glimpse of two police officers out of the corner of his eye—as a spy, he was always very aware of the presence of such people—but this time, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Because what the white-haired man saw was He Ye questioning the citizens.

The police uniform was so striking, and the black-haired youth's composure and demeanor matched perfectly. He couldn't help but look at him a few more times, his pupils dilating slightly.

Honestly, this is normal. Anyone who saw an elite spy from the same organization wearing a police uniform and standing on the roadside checking ordinary citizens would be dumbfounded for a second or two, thinking, "Oh my god, what's going on?"
A double agent? An undercover agent?

At this moment, He Ye also turned around, because they are always sensitive to eye contact in their line of work—but unexpectedly, the eye contact he received came from an acquaintance in his own organization.

The moment their eyes met, they already had a thousand words to say and one-sided awkwardness.

He Ye pursed her lips and recognized the white-haired man.

He is Duncan Simmons, the leader of another spy squad infiltrating Greeley City, and has a very close relationship with Mark.

The two exchanged only a brief glance before tacitly looking away. The white-haired man in the trench coat pretended nothing had happened and left discreetly, though his mind was already filled with the image of the other man.

He Ye was a little nervous, wondering if he would be reported. His appearance was indeed a long story and could lead to misunderstandings. He just hoped that Mark could handle things.

He had even publicly declared himself dead. Duncan, who left, was filled with mixed feelings. He knew, of course, that He Ye's death was a hoax, after all, he and Mark had been close friends for many years.

He Ye had once worked as a spy under him, which is why he could recognize his own spy captain's face—as a team member, he would usually only recognize his captain, which is the most basic requirement for maintaining secrecy.

A mix of emotions welled up inside Duncan, who finally let out a sigh. He pressed his fingers down on the brim of his hat, thinking that he should go and ask Mark for an explanation. Why hadn't Mark told him the only explanation for this scene? That was that He Ye's death was to infiltrate the National Security Agency.

It seems he also discovered there was a hostile mole within the CORE department...

With mixed feelings, Duncan left the street.

At the same time, Loris ended her inquiry at the shop, not noticing the two who remained motionless, exchanging only glances.

Instead, he closed the black book, turned to look at the gate in front of the residential building, and asked:

Still no movement?

He Ye turned around without anything happening and said:

"No, but maybe soon."

The two had just finished their conversation when someone actually came down the stairs, a perfectly timed moment.

The iron gate of the residential building was pushed open, and a middle-aged man and a young woman came out.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a well-fitting suit. His black hair was already quite gray, and his stubble was neatly trimmed. The expensive fabric and tailored fit made it look like it was made by an artist. That suit alone might be worth several years' income for an ordinary person.

Behind him followed a young woman with waist-length blue hair.

The young woman was dressed in faded clothes, looking much like any other ordinary citizen, but what caught people's attention was her pretty face.

Her skin was fair and tender, radiating youthful vitality, and her delicate features resembled those of a porcelain doll.

Her eyes were as bright as sapphires.

More importantly, her chest was quite well-developed. After observing the girl for two seconds, He Ye couldn't help but fix his gaze on her chest.

Then, with difficulty, it was moved away.

Loris observed discreetly, while He Ye pretended to go inside the shop to continue asking questions; this was the best way for the two of them to avoid being exposed.

On the street, after a brief exchange with the middle-aged man, Miss Mia gracefully parted ways in front of the car—the man got into the car, the driver opened the door for him, and the driver bowed to Miss Mia to say goodbye.

"Goodbye."

The car door closed again, and the engine started.

Miss Mia stood by the roadside, gently waving as she watched the black car carrying the middle-aged man drive away, then let out a small sigh of relief.

Once Lolis saw that the other person had completely left, she prepared to go up and ask him something. After seeing the middle-aged man's face with her own eyes, she felt that he looked familiar, and this was definitely not a simple matter of love and affection.

Meanwhile, He Ye, who was still arguing with the bookstore owner, peeked out and realized that he should hurry up and catch up with his superior.

"Hello."

The girl's voice stopped Mia in her tracks. Mia looked up and saw the National Security Bureau's identification lying across her face.

"Loris, the captain of the fourth team of the National Security Bureau's Espionage Investigation Division, has some things she'd like to ask you."

After speaking, Loris put down her ID and looked at her, her eyes full of scrutiny.

Menacing.

(End of this chapter)