The male supporting character was actually myself.

Perhaps this phone call will be the key to breaking the deadlock!

"Don't be nervous, dear Mayweather."

"I am just a lonely watcher in the darkness, someone lurking in the abyss trying to guide you." The Ace of Spades, wearing headphones, looked at the wary Mayweather through the scope and chuckled, "My experiences are similar to yours."

You chose to believe in the light; but I chose to fall into darkness…

"What exactly do you want?" Not wanting to let the other party control the pace of the conversation, Mayvis took the initiative again. "It's only afternoon in Y country, why are you saying 'good evening' to me? Have you got the wrong person?"

The Ace of Spades chuckled silently. "You're quite amusing, Commander Owen."

Why would a high-ranking official of the CIA in Country Y be staying in the HSI office building in Country M?

Mayvis felt a chill run down her spine. She immediately grabbed her phone and swiped it under her desk, avoiding the window where she could be easily spotted. "You can see me?"

"Ah, darling, there's no need to be so nervous." He watched the other person disappear from his scope in an instant and couldn't help but laugh. "Trust me, I'm on your side and won't do anything to harm you."

A very brief, slight noise suddenly came through the phone's earpiece, as if the signal had been interfered with.

Mavis immediately realized that the other party's encrypted call had been cracked!

"Why I'm here is none of your business." Afraid the other person would notice something amiss, she quickly asked, trying to cover her tracks, "What exactly do you want?"

Ace of Spades glanced at his phone warily, finding nothing amiss but still uneasy. He spoke rapidly, "I know who you're investigating. He's in room 3101 of the Megaley International Hotel."

Goodbye, dear Mayweather.

I wish you a successful mission!

After hanging up the phone, he quickly erased all traces, then disappeared into the night with his black backpack.

"Minister, we only intercepted part of the call and are unsure if it was the same person contacting them; we couldn't decipher the other party's phone number." In a brightly lit room on the fourth basement level of the HSI building, several staff members were conducting wiretapping.

The team leader took the recorded phone call from Mavis Irwin and reported it to the minister.

“Why I’m here is none of your business…” Mavis and the altered voice of the Ace of Spades flowed from the recording equipment, causing Maurice Turner to frown slightly.

The conversations that were overheard were too brief.

Judging from his tone, he is probably not Mavis Irving's informant.

Who could the other party be?

Why would you proactively provide Mayweather with clues about the Ace of Spades?

This is in the US! Instead of providing important clues to HSI, they went to the trouble of telling a captain with no real power in a transnational case.

While Maurice was struggling to understand, Mavis was also caught in a dilemma.

The call was definitely overheard by the eavesdropper, and the Ace of Spades' call was clearly an attempt to shift the blame onto the Watchers.

This is reminiscent of the Watcher mentioning that his identity was stolen.

Presumably, room 3101 at the Mega International Hotel was booked using his identity.

The Ace of Spades must have put in a lot of effort to fabricate evidence.

The question is, what should I do now?

What if we report this to the relevant HSI authorities and end up blaming the Watchers?

This is in the US, and I have no real power or say at all!

If it's not reported...

Mavis immediately realized that she had to report it!

Those who would be interested in listening to one's own phone are either individuals within HSI or individuals who want to change their identity and exploit their Ace of Spades.

Since his conversation with the Ace of Spades was compromised and monitored, it means it wasn't him.

That could only be HSI, which has the most contact with it!

Since the other party has already obtained the information from the eavesdropping, it makes no difference whether I report it or not.

At the very least, reporting it can temporarily prevent any rift with the other party, and might even allow for direct participation in the operation!

After weighing the pros and cons, Mavis dialed an internal phone, "Captain Jody, I have a new lead..."

When Ace of Spades returned to the hotel, he pushed open the door and found the room completely dark!

He was startled; a figure suddenly lunged at him from the darkness.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the blade hidden in his sleeve and slashed it towards the other person's neck!

"Well!"

Lulu, who wanted to surprise him, was grabbed by the neck and thrown to the ground. The whole process took less than a second, and she could only let out a soft groan.

At the same time, sensing something was wrong from the touch, the Ace of Spades quickly pulled back, the blade grazing her neck and plunging into the carpet.

"Clap!"

He got up, turned on the light, closed the door, and glared angrily at the beautiful woman lying on the floor with her bath towel tossed aside. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't play jokes on me like this. If I hadn't stopped, you would be dead by now!"

Lulu was in pain and terrified. She covered her bleeding neck and sobbed, "Why are you so mean... I just wanted to flirt with you and surprise you. Are you even a man?"

Based on her experience lingering in the bushes, this bold and exciting way of playing is the most popular.

She outshone all others to win over Hanson Smith by using her bold and innovative methods, such as the "ice and fire" and "plum blossom trilogy" techniques.

This isn't even an appetizer; it's just the simplest thing. How did it turn out like this?

Ace of Spades entered the room, took out a small first-aid kit, and gently disinfected her fair and slender neck. His tone softened, "Assassins are different from others."

We walk in darkness, facing life and death at any moment.

As a top assassin, every part of my body has been trained to be a killing weapon…

"Here too?" Lulu's finger movements were light and alluring, and her eyes and tone were full of temptation.

His hand movements immediately stopped.

It must be admitted that Lulu is a woman so beautiful that it's impossible not to be captivated by her.

"Then try using it to kill me!"

Seeing that he didn't dodge, Lulu boldly hooked her arm around the neck of the Ace of Spades, and breathed into his ear, "You made me bleed so much, aren't you going to make it up to me?"

As you said, you could face life and death at any moment.

We're on the run right now, and we could die in our sleep at any moment.

Why always be so tense? Life is too short to miss out on enjoyment...

The moist breath sprayed against my ear, tickling and warm.

Before he could even try to calm himself down and refuse, he felt soft, wet lips pressed against his, and his mind went blank as if he were lacking oxygen.

When Ace of Spades realized what was happening, he was left wearing only a white shirt.

The night was deep, with only one or two stars occasionally streaking across the sky, disappearing on the horizon with long afterglows. Clusters of light rose into the air, bursting forth with bright flames, adding a touch of brightness to the tranquil night.

From initial glimpse to rapid mastery, and finally to proficiency and ease.

The intense fireworks reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows made the heavily armed troop vehicles that were quietly approaching in the quiet night outside lose some of their tense and oppressive feeling.

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Feint to the East While Attacking in the West!

"Shh!" After a moment, the Ace of Spades, sensing something amiss outside, became alert. He frowned slightly and put his index finger to his lips, signaling Lulu to be quiet. "Something's wrong outside!"

"Wh-what?" Lulu suddenly became a little nervous, her whole body froze slightly, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

The Ace of Spades was clearly confident in dealing with this situation. He silently rolled over a few times on the carpet to the window, lifted a corner of the drawn curtain, and looked downstairs.

Mavis Irwin, who insisted on following the main group to the Megaley International Hotel, was very nervous.

She had no idea what would happen next.

Given the experienced methods of the Ace of Spades, he would definitely leave behind some incriminating evidence.

This is M country territory, and we have no say in it. How can we help the Watchers escape this disaster?

Just as she appeared calm on the surface but was anxious on the inside, the vanguard had already charged forward, and a moment later, a reply of "safe" came through her earpiece.

The chubby leader of the operation, Jody, accompanied her to room 3101.

The room was clean and tidy, but there were unactivated time bombs in every corner. They had been completely removed by bomb disposal technicians. Preliminary tests did not find fingerprints, but they should be the same as the explosives at the Shelton Hotel.

This place was clearly inhabited.

There were some paper documents scattered on the table. Mavis glanced at them and found that most of them were floor plans of the Moon Hotel assassination of Hansen Smith; the rest were probably evidence of other assassination operations; no fingerprints, hair or other traces were found.

However, the communication device found in the bedside table drawer contained encrypted files, which have been sent back to the technical department for decryption.

"We found a gun under the freezer in the hallway, no fingerprints." Jody was clearly excited, and said to Mayweather triumphantly, "The technicians took it back to do ballistic comparison, and when the results come out, they might match the information you brought!"

That's right, it's definitely the hiding place of the Ace of Spades.

Unfortunately, he didn't stay here.

I've already deployed a large force in an ambush. If that guy shows up nearby, he'll be caught!

Mayweather nodded and asked, "Did you find anything on the surveillance video?"

“Not yet, which is normal, isn’t it? It would be strange if he were filmed, right? But the lobby security cameras captured the footage of him checking into the hotel, and they also retrieved the identity information that Ace of Spades used when checking in,” Jody shared with a smile.

They soon saw this brief video clip.

A middle-aged man who is about 1.9 meters tall.

Wearing a light gray overcoat, gold-rimmed glasses, and light gray gloves, his shoulder-length black hair gave him a somewhat artistic air; he walked with his shoulders upright and motionless.

While checking in at the front desk, I glanced at the webcam on the computer screen, my eyes revealing a sharp, undisguised glint in them.

"Let's investigate this person first. He's either his accomplice or the real Ace of Spades in disguise." Jody held up a screenshot of the Ace of Spades provided by Mavis and carefully compared it.

Mayweather looked at the professional technicians and asked in a low voice, "They look completely different. Could they be the same person?"

"Judging from their height and appearance, they should be the same person." The technician compared this video with a short video of the restoration of Lychee Street in Country Y. "Look at their shoulders and eyes, their individual characteristics are very obvious."

Their physical appearance and skeletal structure are also very similar.

As for the rest... we've had several encounters with that assassin organization and seized some high-tech equipment.

For example, the unused bombs that were seized this time are typical of their products.