The phone rang. Susan apologized to Dave and walked to the side to answer the call. It was a call from Susan's colleague, who told her that the undercover agent around the Eight-faced Buddha had confirmed that there was indeed an Interpol who was killed by the Eight-faced Buddha last year. She did not know the identity of the person, but she was sure that the Interpol was Chinese.
In the end, her colleague told her a name and mobile phone number, saying that this person was a recently developed peripheral informant. After the call ended, Susan thanked her several times before hanging up.
Just as she was about to tell Michael the news, Dave saw two people with dirty braids and big backpacks walking over. He was overjoyed and shouted to Susan, "The elevator is here, Susan. Go back to your room first if you have anything to say."
Seeing that the elevator had indeed arrived, Susan nodded. It would be more convenient to go back to her room to make a call. Walking into the elevator, she saw that the button for the 16th floor had been pressed by someone else.
The two backpackers with dirty braids and backpacks walked out of the elevator first. Dave looked at his phone and said to Susan, "Do you need me to send you back to your room?"
"No." She did not want to stay with Dave now. However, after rejecting him, she thought that she had rejected him too harshly. Smiling, she said to Dave, "There are still three hours before the plane back to New York. Remember to buy some of the chocolate you mentioned. If you don't, don't even think about getting on the plane."
Dave nodded helplessly. "Okay, I'll go downstairs now." After that, he pressed the 1 button in the elevator and said to Susan, "Original flavor?"
"Yes, Dave. Thank you." Seeing Dave walk away, Susan breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the hotel room.
When she was at Culbert's house just now, Susan confirmed that Culbert had been killed. The killer's method of killing gave Susan a bad feeling. After working with Dave's team for more than ten years, she was very familiar with the team members' habits, methods of killing, and habits of cleaning up traces.
In addition, when she was about to board the plane, Dave told her that Ali and the other two were on a mission in the Netherlands. She had been in Brussels for about two hours, but Ali and the other two did not report to her at all.
In the past, Susan was not completely ignorant of Dave's private work. Previously, she turned a blind eye to it. But this time, Dave actually killed his own people. Things were not so simple.
As he walked to his room, he called Michael. The call went through. "Hey, Michael, our informant in the bureau confirmed that there was an Interpol spy who was discovered by the Eight-faced Buddha last year. However, we still don't know his real name and nationality. We only know that he is Chinese. This person should be the relative that William mentioned in Devonshire.
Do you have a pen and paper? I'll tell you who my informant is. It'll be easier for you to find the Eight-faced Buddha through him. "
Michael shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea. If others find out, you'll be in trouble."
"Don't worry, this informant isn't from the bureau. His name is Zhang Ziwei, and he used to be a police officer in Hong Kong. Five years ago, he was abandoned by his colleagues during an operation against the Eight-faced Buddha. After that, he was recruited by someone close to the Eight-faced Buddha to become an external member. His phone number is XX."
"Thank you, Susan. Say hi to Bruce for me," Michael said with a smile.
"No problem, but it'll be later. I'm in Brussels now, and I'll only be home tomorrow."
"Didn't you say that you're going to retire soon? Why are you still taking on missions?" Michael asked nervously. He had just sold William's information to Susan. Susan, who hadn't been on missions for a long time, was now sent to Brussels. This made Michael, who was very vigilant, sense danger immediately.
"Who sent you to Brussels? What's the reason?"
"Don't worry, Michael. I know what you're worried about. I came to Brussels to investigate the murder of a senior secret service agent. No matter how rich William Devonshire is, it hasn't even been a year since he made his fortune. He can't reach into the higher-ups of C1A yet.
"This mission was handled by the deputy of the head of the secret service in New York, Supervisor Barry. Moreover, this case happened the night before yesterday. At that time, you only sent me an encrypted email asking for a meeting.
"You don't think that William Devonshire has the ability to predict the future. He can set a trap for me before you tell me your information."
Michael thought about it and agreed. "Okay. Anyway, be careful. William Devonshire isn't as simple as we think."
"No, I'm not worried about William Devonshire, but I'm a little worried about Dave."
"Dave, Susan, what are you worried about him doing?"
"Wait," Susan, who had walked to the door of the room, held her phone between her shoulder and cheek, and looked for the room card in her bag. "Wait, I'm opening the door. God, where did I put the room card?"
"Haha, don't worry. Take your time and you'll find it," Michael laughed.
After searching for more than ten seconds, Susan finally found the room card in her shirt pocket. "Finally found it."
Susan, who had been on the phone and looking for the room card for a long time, was not vigilant at all. The two backpackers she had met in the elevator were hiding in the stairway behind her. When Susan opened the door, a person with a dirty braid rushed towards Susan and pushed her into the room from behind.
"Bang," Susan was slammed against the wall and immediately fainted.
"Susan, Susan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Michael heard a strange sound on the phone and shouted loudly. Then, he reacted and immediately shouted, "I'm calling the police, I'm calling the police, bastard, I'm calling the police."
However, these words were in vain. Not everyone could understand and speak English. A backpacker wearing a hat heard the sound of the phone, picked up the phone and hung up.
Seeing Susan lying on the ground motionless, the man in the hat said, "Hurry up, this woman's phone is busy. The police will receive the call soon."
After saying that, the two of them hurriedly searched for money and opened the door. They did not even close the door and quickly walked down the stairs and out of the hotel.
In the hotel's specialty shop downstairs, Dave, who was pretending to buy chocolates, saw the two people with dirty braids walking out of the hotel quickly. He took two chocolates and paid for them to take the elevator to the 16th floor.
The two murderers left in such a hurry that they did not even close the door of Susan's room. As soon as Dave entered the room, he saw Susan lying on the ground. He closed the door and was about to check Susan's pulse. Unexpectedly, Susan, who heard the sound of the door closing, moved subconsciously. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw that it was Dave. "Help me."
"Ring, ring."
The phone rang, startling Dave who was nervous. He took out his phone and saw that it was a call from Ali. He quickly picked it up. "The police are here. They will arrive at the hotel in about 30 seconds. Are you done?"
Hearing that the police were here, Dave cursed the two backpackers in his heart. "Very soon. If the police ask you later, tell them that you are looking for me. But I found that something happened to Susan, so I didn't tell you much. I just told them that something happened to Susan. Come here quickly, understand?"
"Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Dave took out a pair of medical gloves and a foldable dagger from his pocket. He walked to Susan who was lying on the ground. "I'm sorry."
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