Chapter 62: Chapter 60: You Can't Run Away

He carried a black plastic bag to the safe, entered the code, placed the bag inside, then turned and left.

Throughout the process, he showed no signs of abnormality, nor did he glance at David and Nisen sitting not far away, as if he had just done something trivial.

"Keep a close eye on him..."

The bait was set, and David knew the spy would show up before long.

But he dared not let his gaze wander, fearing that he might give away something out of the ordinary, still pretending to focus intently on the newspaper.

Soon, 20 minutes had passed.

During this time, some travelers also went to the lockers to deposit or retrieve items, but locker number 46 remained untouched.

Just as David and Nisen started to wonder if they had been exposed.

A Caucasian woman appeared in front of the lockers.

Her figure was incredibly graceful, her steps as light as willow fluff, and every move she made exuded elegance and calm.

The clothes she wore were rather simple, favoring muted colors and well-fitted garments, overall quite understated.

Upon seeing the information that popped overhead, David's eyes lit up with intensity.

[Name: Maggie Timothy.]

[Occupation: Ballet Dancer, Spy.]

[Monthly Income: Personal income 160,000 US Dollars, Official funds 600,000 US Dollars.]

[Income Details: December 4, seduced a House of Congressman named Palmer, profited 20,000 US Dollars, extracted intelligence and transmitted to Bear Country, profited 50,000 US Dollars, December 16, seduced a Department of Homeland Security official, profited 20,000 US Dollars, extracted intelligence and transmitted to Bear Country, profited 50,000 US Dollars, December 26, completed the invasion of the Bear Country Station Database...]

[More Details: ...]

[Tax Due: 282,400 US Dollars.]

"Who would've thought, this woman has extracted intelligence from so many officials..."

After learning about this woman named Maggie, David was somewhat surprised.

But then again.

The identity of a ballet dancer indeed provides access to high society, complementing her true identity as a spy.

Unfortunately for her, today she met her match in me!

Nisen hung up the phone, his expression slightly excited, "There is a ballet troupe from New York that has indeed a woman named Maggie Timothy. They are staying at the Four Seasons Hotel, and that woman is in room 1101!"

"Let's go!"

Just as the monorail reached the station, Nisen and David got off the train and immediately hailed a taxi, racing towards the Four Seasons Hotel.

Meanwhile, on the road leading to the airport.

Maggie was sitting in a taxi, her fingers swiftly typing a string of code on her phone, then sending it off.

Seven or eight minutes later, her phone received a reply, also in the form of a code.

After reading the code, Maggie looked somewhat puzzled.

The higher-ups told her that her identity had not been exposed.

So who were the two men trailing her just now?

However, it seemed... they indeed didn't resemble personnel from CIA or the FBI.

If they were from either of those agencies, their tracking skills wouldn't have been so poor.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly spoke to the driver, "Sorry, I'm not going to the airport anymore. Take me to the Four Seasons Hotel, please!"

Just now, because she was worried that her identity had been exposed, she was in a rush to flee to the airport.

But now it seemed her identity was still secure, and there were some confidential materials and documents in the hotel that she had to deal with.

Twenty minutes later, Maggie returned to the Four Seasons Hotel.

However, she didn't go straight in; instead, she looked around to make sure no traps had been laid, and only then did she enter with confidence.

Just as she had entered not too long ago, David and Nisen appeared at the front of the hotel.

They had arrived here earlier, but since their target hadn't shown up yet, they had hidden themselves.

"Be careful—these spies are specially trained and dangerous. We can't let her escape again!"

"Don't worry, my years in the Marine Corps weren't spent in vain!"

Nisen clenched his fists, showing a hint of ferocity.

They had let the woman escape earlier because it was a public place.

Now that they had her cornered at the entrance, it would be a disgrace for him if she managed to escape again with his skills, no longer fitting to even be in the IRS!

Seeing Nisen's confidence, David said no more but immediately entered the hotel and took the elevator to the 11th floor. Moving towards room 1101 with light steps, both men drew their service weapons into their hands.