The male supporting character was actually myself.

I haven't been able to deduce the exact location of the training base yet. After you finish reading these preliminary materials, write them down first, and don't alert them yet.

Please wait patiently a little longer.

“Okay.” Mayweather took a deep breath and asked, “You’re in a dangerous situation right now, why don’t you get out first!”

With my testimony, the CIA won't make things difficult for you; in fact, they'll give you credit.

You've done a great job. Leave the rest to me, okay?

Jiang Chen chuckled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't back out right now."

The top assassin has not yet caught anything wrong with the weapon;

The exact location of the training base is still unknown.

I need to infiltrate and gather more intelligence before I can have any chance of wiping them out in one fell swoop.

When I chose to fall into darkness, I never considered retreating. You just need to remember that I am walking in the darkness but I am on the same side as you.

Let's work together for the light we long for!

The encrypted call ended quickly.

Mayweather felt somewhat disappointed.

The image of the handsome, talented young photographer she had interviewed kept flashing through her mind. After a moment's hesitation, Mayweather picked up the phone and dialed the number of the editor-in-chief of the New Media Daily.

“Jiang Chen?” The editor-in-chief was slightly taken aback. “I’m so sorry, Officer Owen, he only has a part-time position at our newspaper and doesn’t usually come to work.”

The reason I asked him to report on the murder of Hansen Smith was simply because Jiangchen happened to be at the Moon Hotel and recorded the whole thing.

Is there something wrong with his report?

Should I send another, more experienced reporter over there?

Oh, no need...

I haven't seen Jiangchen recently. I think he went abroad.

I remember an hour ago, he posted a photo of nighttime lights on his WeChat Moments. It looked like he was in the US, and we all praised him for taking such a beautiful picture.

I'll get back to you after I contact him.

"Okay, okay, it was nothing, Mr. Irving, you're welcome!"

Are you in country M?

Mayweather suddenly worried that asking the newspaper about Jiang Chen's whereabouts would increase the risk of him being exposed.

But whether Jiangchen was truly a Watcher lingered in her mind, and she felt uneasy until she got a definite answer.

To secretly contend with such a powerful top assassin, life and death may hang by a thread.

Mayweather kept replaying the photographer's smiling face in her mind, and she suddenly regretted that she should have talked to him about more lighthearted and pleasant topics that day.

Or perhaps, one should be more perceptive.

If you suspect that the other person has a connection with the Watchers, you should confirm it in person.

She sighed, rubbed her face, and forced herself to suppress her unease and resentment, throwing herself back into her work.

"The plot holes are pretty much dug; now it's just a matter of how the main characters want to put on this show." Jiang Chen lay lazily on the bed, rubbing the fluffy little white ball of fur, and continued to ponder the script.

Chapter Sixteen: The Big Order—Assassinate the President!

When Lulu woke up, she found herself alone in the room.

A note was left on the bedside table: "Order your own breakfast. I'm going out to run some errands. Don't leave the room."

Lulu could imagine his cold, aloof expression as he wrote those words. She shrugged, rubbing her still-sore neck, and couldn't help but smile slightly. "Dealing with this kind of man is what makes it challenging. I like it!"

After breakfast, she looked around aimlessly to pass the time, but eventually settled down on the sofa to watch TV.

Around noon, the door opened, and the Ace of Spades returned, still wearing a black trench coat and making no attempt to disguise himself.

"Take a look and see if this is the woman." He casually tossed over a few photos.

The girl in the photo looks young, but her stunning beauty is already evident, making her unforgettable at first sight.

“It’s her!” Lulu stared at that perfect, alluring face, a hint of jealousy in her voice, and said flippantly, “Where did you get Melvin’s photo?”

Ace of Spades sat down on the sofa expressionlessly and casually turned off the TV. "As long as you have money, there's no intelligence you can't buy."

Melvin is a girl from a poor neighborhood.

She was taken in as a sugar daddy three months ago, but no one knows who her sugar daddy is.

The only known information is that Melvin is dead.

Less than three hours after her private meeting with Hansen Smith, she died in a suburban villa registered in Melvin's own name.

Ace of Spades had anticipated that the clues would be difficult to trace, but he never expected them to be completely lost.

Even the organization's internal intelligence network could only find this information.

If the organization hadn't infiltrated so deeply around the world over the years, we probably wouldn't even have been able to find out that Melvin was dead.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and pondered silently.

It appears that Lulu was not lying.

Witnesses saw Melvin and Hansen Smith talking privately, and the two did indeed drink alcohol.

She died less than three hours later;

About six hours later, the bounty for Hansen's assassination was posted on the secret network.

If we exclude the time taken up by each step, it's likely that the other party was already considering how to deal with Hansen Smith when they killed Melvin.

and so……

What secrets are involved?

As Ace of Spades was habitually closing his eyes and slightly furrowing his brow in thought, a pair of soft, warm hands suddenly placed on his temples, gently massaging them.

"Does her death mean we can't investigate anymore?" Lulu's delicate fragrance wafted over, making him unable to help but smile slightly.

"Melvin's death proves that the other party is trying to hide a big secret." The Ace of Spades leaned back, the fragrance around his nose seeming to intensify.

It has a hint of red wine smoke and rose, very deep and flavorful.

Lulu asked curiously, "Then what can we do? What good is knowing the secret? We're still being hunted down."

"Start with the men in black who are chasing us. We should have news soon. Then, we can solve the problem at its source," he replied calmly, still resting with his eyes closed.

Meanwhile... he was waiting for a good opportunity to completely switch identities with codename 01!

Once the reversal becomes codename 01, kill the opponent and throw them out, allowing the CIA to dismantle the organization.

Mission accomplished, identity cleared, no secrets will concern me anymore. I'll take Lulu all over the world, to any place she wants to go!

Unrestrained and free, give her the happy life she desires.

The opportunity that the Ace of Spades was waiting for soon arrived.

At midnight, a new bounty quietly appeared in the bounty hall of the secret network.

[Assassination of the President of the United States—Benjamin Arthur!]

The huge bounty and the target of the assassination piqued the interest of the assassins within the mission's scope. However, when some tried to accept the mission, they discovered that the huge bounty was an assigned mission, which could not be accepted by those who were not assigned the mission.

The bounty disappeared in less than a minute.

Either the task was already taken by an assigned assassin, or the bounty hunter abandoned the mission.

"The protagonist is going to assassinate the president." Jiang Chen frowned slightly as he watched the bounty mission disappear, referring to the script. "Strange, according to the plot, before Ace of Spades prepares to assassinate the president, he will contact Mayweather and impersonate me."

But in the story, he was clearly watching the other party's every move through the sniper rifle scope and communicating by phone.

The problem is, he has now tracked down leads to the United States where he plans to assassinate the president.

Meanwhile, Mayweather was investigating a case back home; their whereabouts didn't match at all!

The little white kitten squeezed in for a look, then casually licked its paws and said, "So... we'll just wait for the plot to update?"

“Perhaps I can facilitate a ‘meeting’ between the two of them,” Jiang Chen said thoughtfully.

A moment later, he made an encrypted call to Mayweather, announcing the impending assassination of the President of the United States.

Given that the Watcher's predictions were always accurate, she hesitated after receiving the news.

Report to superiors?

What if there's an informant from that evil organization lurking in the team? Wouldn't that increase the risk of the Watchers being exposed?

But assassinating the president of Country M is a matter of great importance, and I can't just stand by and do nothing since I know about it...

"Sir, the surveillance video of the bombing has been repaired." Just as she hesitated, her deputy knocked on the door with good news.

The technical department did a fantastic job; the restored video recorded the entire process of the explosives being delivered.

"Stop!" Mayweather signaled to the technicians to pause the video. Looking at the clear frontal photo of the deliveryman who had taken off his helmet, she quickly ordered, "Search this photo in the Divine Eye system and see if we can capture his movement."

Data is searched and analyzed at lightning speed.

Within five minutes, the location of the other party's surveillance footage was captured.

"Based on the clues we have so far, he should be the top assassin who has been carrying out various assassinations and terrorist activities in recent years—the Ace of Spades."

According to informants, Hansen Smith was assassinated at the Moon Hotel; he also killed three of our comrades on the day of the funeral and tried to kill Carl Smith!

After delivering explosives to 17 Lychee Street, causing a panic-stricken bombing that killed 15 people and injured 36, Ace of Spades flew directly to the capital of Country M on flight BM997.

Mayweather summarized the materials and reported them to her superiors, and applied for cooperation with the HSI of the United States to capture the killer, Ace of Spades.

The CIA acted swiftly, making special arrangements to contact the HSI and dispatching Mavis, who had been in charge of tracking down the mysterious assassin organization, to the United States.

In early spring, the night breeze is slightly cool.

As soon as Mavis's plane landed at the airport, HSI staff escorted her out through a special passage.

"Good evening, Captain Owen. I am Jody Fergus, the leader of this joint operation." A slightly balding, chubby man with a hooked nose stood next to the black van and introduced himself with a smile, shaking her hand.

After exchanging polite greetings, the vehicles drove through the brightly lit city at night, and the two foreign colleagues shared information with each other.

Mayweather's operation this time took the bombing at 17 Lychee Street as a starting point, with the focus on bringing the "runaway" killer, Ace of Spades, to justice.