Chapter 22: The Interesting Betty (1)

  The blonde Betty was wearing a dark green velvet cheongsam today, sitting slanted on the bar stool, and subconsciously revealing her snow-white thighs from the slit. As she moved, that tender thigh kept moving too, causing a stir in the room. Those old foreigners with big noses couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, this blonde woman's legs were simply perfect.

  Their eyes, mesmerized by the slit of Cheongsam, couldn't help but feel dizzy and enchanted. Many balding old foreigners looked at Zhao Zhi with envy, jealous of his romantic encounter. Betty's slender, curvaceous body, her pert breasts, slim waist, and perfectly proportioned buttocks all showcased a flowing curve that was just right. The men who owned women with bag-like bodies and fat butts felt even more despondent, dreaming of owning a woman as captivating as Betty instead of the big bag at home.

  As Hunter said, men were far less welcome than women, and Zhao Zhi had a deep understanding of this at this moment. He even felt that countless eyes had passed through his body to greedily enjoy the visual stimulation brought by Betty.

  Zhao Zhi smiled helplessly, picked up his wine glass and drained it in one gulp. "Miss Betty, can we change places to talk?" Zhao Zhi looked harmless as he gazed at the blonde woman in front of him. *** Zhao Zhi didn't object, but he had too many questions that needed Betty's answers, so let's do things first, women are all like this everywhere.

  Betty's tongue licked her lips, her eyes full of temptation, and she replied in a hoarse voice, "Sir, you're too impatient, really not a gentleman. Tell me your room number, I'll go find you later, I need to take a bath first." Faced with Betty's naked temptation, Zhao Zhi chose to retreat, after all, there were many eyes watching around them.

  This damn Hunter, what kind of contact person is this, it's simply a big trouble. Zhao Zhi's consistent principle is to avoid drawing attention, when executing tasks, it's best to complete the task quietly like a drop of water falling into the sand, leave quietly, and enjoy life quietly.

  Betty's sudden appearance made Zhao Zhi somewhat passive, at least in the Six Nations restaurant, Zhao Zhi became everyone's focus, because on the way out of the bar, Betty seemed to have no bones and stuck to Zhao Zhi's body. At first, Zhao Zhi wanted to push Betty away, but someone was watching, so Zhao Zhi had to half-embrace and half-hug Betty out of the bar.

  "Tell me, what kind of weapon do you need?" As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Betty, who was just like before, pushed Zhao Zhi away and had a "don't-come-near-me" expression on her face. Betty's sudden change left Zhao Zhi somewhat at a loss, he only had two cigarettes in the cigarette case he took out in the bar, which meant he needed to replenish his arsenal, something Betty had apparently noticed long ago.

  "I need a German 98K sniper rifle and bullets, also give me a photo of Strasser and all the information you have about him including any clues you know." After clearing his throat several times, Zhao Zhi organized what he wanted to ask and said them out one by one.

  "You go back to your room first, I'll come find you in half an hour." The elevator stopped on the 2nd floor, Betty kissed Zhao Zhi's face and then got out of the elevator with a smile. Zhao Zhi was stunned by Betty's sudden attack, touching his cheek that had been kissed, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

  Half an hour later, there was a knock on Zhao Zhi's door. A waiter brought in an envelope with only a thin piece of paper inside. "206, what does it mean?" Zhao Zhi read the numbers on the paper, somewhat perplexed. He turned the paper over and over again, but it seemed to have only one set of numbers written on it.

  It turned out that Betty was in the elevator on the 2nd floor, and wasn't 206 her room number? Zhao Zhi was a bit dazed, this blonde woman had some meaning, didn't she say she would come to his place, how did it become him going to find her instead. Zhao Zhi quickly washed his face, checked the things he was carrying, and then leisurely walked out of the room.

  "Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" Zhao Zhi knocked on the door of room 206, but no one answered. Zhao Zhi waited outside for several minutes, and inside was still quiet, as if there was no one in. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Zhi heard a crashing sound coming from inside the room, like the sound of a vase or glass cup shattering.

  Something didn't feel right, so Zhao Zhi quickly left the corner where room 206 was located. Each floor of the Liu Guo Restaurant had a corner, and room 206 happened to be at the corner of the second floor, where you could see the elevator directly opposite by peeking through the peephole, which is exactly what Zhao Zhi did as he got on the elevator.

  "What a waste of space! How could they send someone like this?" A voice came from room 206, which had been empty just now. A stout man with a build like a bear was peering through the peephole, and Zhao Zhi's arrival, knocking on the door, and departure had all taken place under his gaze.

  "I don't believe him either, but Hunter keeps saying he's the best, and he's really good." Betty on the couch also had a helpless look. The CIA didn't have many agents in Beijing to begin with, and they lost two entire teams trying to rescue Stroud. Now Betty only has 2 people left under her command, and without Hunter, this mission is impossible to complete.

  "Wyatt, can't you just sit still for once?" Betty said, watching the brown-haired man pacing back and forth in the room. He was a brown color all over - his hair, suit, even his skin had been tanned to a deep brown. Wyatt was the CIA's Beijing station's arms expert, responsible for all the weapons used by the station during operations. His cover identity was as Betty's butler, handling her investments and business in Beijing as a former White Russian aristocrat.

  The sturdy man lying on the cat's eye is called Eugene, a former White Russian military officer who fled to China, was taken in by Betty at the CIA, and is a skilled fighter, proficient in boxing and dagger fighting. Eugene only listens to Betty's command, is an uncompromising militant, and his public identity is as Betty's bodyguard.

  "Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!" The door was knocked again. Eugene quickly walked over and peered out through the peephole. It was a waiter, a familiar face that Eugene had seen before. "What is it?" Eugene opened the door and asked in a stiff tone, his awkward Chinese making the waiter taken aback.

  "There was a gentleman who asked me to bring these things for Miss Betty," said the waiter, pushing in a serving cart with several silver dishes on it. Eugene lifted up one of the lids and took a look inside - they were indeed some kind of food. "Well, come on in then," Eugene stepped aside from the door, gesturing for the waiter to push the cart into the room.

  "Good" The waiter smiled and suddenly pulled open the cart that was blocking the door, quickly pulling it away to reveal the door. "What are you doing?" Eugene felt something was off and sternly questioned the waiter. Before he could finish speaking, a person had already slipped into the room.

  "Eugene, shut the door," came Betty's clear voice from inside the room. Eugene had no choice but to comply, shutting the waiter out of the room. It wasn't until he turned back around that he noticed there was now an extra person in the room - a man who was pointing a handgun at a frozen Wright.

  "Eugene, this is the helper sent by the top, Mr. Daniel." Betty was still nestled in the sofa, showing no intention of standing up, only pointing out the identity of the gunman to Eugene.