Chapter Five Assassination One

  At one o'clock in Paris time, Jiang Zonghang, who had just fallen asleep, received another call from Bao Wu.

  Leopard Five told Jiang Zonghang on the phone that Delong-Medman had changed his schedule, and before attending the cocktail party, he booked a luxurious suite at the Athena Plaza Hotel, where he would entertain a famous French model.

  Jiang Zonghang helplessly shook his head and stood up, walking out of the room. For him, compared to that wine gathering, this timing might be slightly better.

  In France, the Champs-élysées has always been considered the soul of Paris, like a beautiful and elegant jade belt embedded in the waist of the City of Flowers, making tourists from all over the world yearn for it. The two sides of the street are lined with green trees, lush and verdant, and hidden among the dense foliage are quaint gardens with fragrant grass, occasionally dotted with elegant white buildings.

  On this tree-lined avenue filled with the atmosphere of nobility and romance, a white man with an elegant demeanor and a hint of nobility walked over from afar. This man was Jiang Zonghang.

  After makeup, he had golden hair and blue eyes. The noble air between his gestures was almost enough to deceive people, even if they were right next to him, they couldn't see through his disguise.

  He looked very leisurely at this time, strolling around the street for a while, and sat down in an open-air cafe with gardens and lawns.

  A gentle breeze blows, flowers fragrance wafts, under the sun umbrella, can block out the dazzling sunlight disturbance, coffee emits a rich aroma, Jiang Zonghang picks up the cup and takes a small sip, teeth and tongue leave fragrance, the taste is quite pure.

  He felt very comfortable at the moment, and agents also had the right to enjoy a small capital mood. If there was a Cuban H. Upmann cigar at this moment, it would be even more noble.

  The waiter standing nearby had his eyes fixed on Jiang Zonghang, the gaze in his eyes revealing that he was waiting for him to make a move, hoping for a wonderful night.

  Jiang Zonghang didn't have the mood to hit on anyone at this time, he quietly waited, and the Athena Plaza Hotel a hundred meters away was where his target would appear.

  But at this time, the target has not appeared yet, he can only sit here and wait.

  Squatting is a boring thing, and after more than ten minutes, Jiang Zonghang suddenly felt that he had some urination intention, but this urination intention made him a bit unbearable. If this continues, **he will inevitably get sick**.

  Enduring unbearable physical discomfort, Jiang Zonghao could only clench his thighs tightly, and if the target didn't appear, he could only continue to clench like this.

  Holding one's urine is also a required course for an excellent special agent.

  Just as Jiang Zonghang was scolding the target in his heart for not appearing, his eyes suddenly lit up slightly, and his hand stirring the coffee paused slightly, something's wrong.

  He saw a black Mercedes driving up the hotel driveway, his expression behind his sunglasses didn't change much, but the corners of his mouth revealed a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Finally arrived, must be that damn guy, Jiang Zonghang judged in his heart.

  A black Mercedes-Benz slowly came to a stop in front of the luxurious hotel entrance. A doorman, dressed in uniform, hastily opened the front and rear car doors. No one emerged from the rear door, but a man wearing a black suit stepped out of the front door first. Immediately after, another man wearing a black suit got out of the rear door. As soon as they got off the car, they looked around cautiously, seemingly observing something.

  The movements of those two people did not escape Jiang Zonghang's eyes, and he quickly made a judgment. The two men in suits should be bodyguards, and the master had not come out yet.

  At this time, a man wearing a white suit and being bald-headed got off the car from the rear door, two men in suits immediately went up to protect him on both sides, serving as human shields.

  By comparing with the target photo that had been memorized in his mind, this bald-headed man was Kara-Medman. Jiang Zonghang immediately locked onto his figure.

  DeLong-Meadow didn't linger at the hotel entrance and walked straight in under the protection of two men in suits.

  "Pay the bill." Jiang Zonghang's voice trembled slightly as he spoke in French, and he could already feel a slight urge to urinate.

  "Thirty francs, thank you." The waitress handed over the bill.

  "Take it away, I'll find you later..." He threw out a sentence that was headless and tailless, like an arrow off the string, and rushed out.

  The waitress looked stunned, standing there foolishly, still unable to react to what had just happened.

  Jiang Zonghang's target was a public toilet one hundred meters in front of him to the left, this tempting place, he didn't know how many times he had thought about it.

  However, he even calculated the time it took to go to the bathroom, using only 15 seconds to rush in and quickly finish before rushing out like a whirlwind.

  Refreshed, Jiang Zonghang returned to the outdoor café and asked the waitress for his change. This time, his Parisian accent was absolutely authentic, without a hint of tremolo...

  The Athena Plaza Hotel in Paris, one of the most expensive hotels in France. From the balcony inside the hotel, you can see the Eiffel Tower and the famous Montaigne Street. The royal suite costs $800 per night, equivalent to Jiang Zonghan's activity expenses for a week.

  As the most expensive hotel in all of France, security is absolutely world-class and can be described as having a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps. To complete one's mission at this luxurious hotel is indeed a high-difficulty task with very high technical requirements.

  He circled around the hotel's perimeter, but didn't see any loopholes. It seems that Leopard Five's information was accurate, and even a top-notch spy wouldn't be able to get in from the outside, only from the front entrance.

  However, if you enter from the front door, it is impossible to escape the surveillance of the monitor and will leave a trace on the tape.

  However, the target is inside. Intelligence shows that the target will meet a supermodel at this hotel. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be staying in the Royal Suite, which has top-notch security measures in place. In addition to surveillance cameras installed on the balcony and corridors, an identity recognition system is also installed at the entrance of the room.

  Even if one can enter the hotel with confidence, it is impossible to successfully complete the mission in a short period of time. Once staying for more than a moment, the hotel's security system will detect one's actions and expose the target.

  The Champs-élysées is in an open area, with people coming and going. It's daytime now, so long-range sniping is out of the question; only close-range attacks are possible.

  There is no extra time for him to improvise, the intelligence display clearly shows that this is the best place to assassinate the target inside the Athena Plaza Hotel in Paris. If he misses this opportunity, Delong will leave here to attend a cocktail party and there will be no chance to make a move.

  Jiang Zonghang thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and turned around to walk towards the hotel.

  Although he was walking by, the doorman still showed a professional smile, because they had already felt the noble temperament from Jiang Zonghang's body. This temperament is not something that can be created by a nouveau riche or a family that has only been wealthy for a few decades, but rather it has been brewed for hundreds of years through several generations. In Jiang Zonghang's every move, his whole person was full of elegance.

  "Excuse me, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" The receptionist flashed a charming smile. In Paris, the city of romance, love was almost naked. Once a girl here liked someone, her eyes would express that desire.

  Jiang Zonghang immediately felt the fiery gaze of the receptionist.

  "Give me a presidential suite!" Jiang Zonghang said in elegant French with an absolutely authentic Parisian accent.

  The receptionist was clearly mesmerized by him, and she slightly lost her composure before reacting: "I'm sorry, sir, the Presidential Suite has already been booked!" Jiang Zonghang's eyebrows furrowed slightly upon hearing this.

  The front desk lady immediately knew that he was not satisfied, and hurriedly said: "We also have a VIP suite..." The front desk lady suddenly felt that she had spoken somewhat rashly. If one could afford to stay in the Royal Presidential Suite, how could they tolerate staying in a VIP suite?

  But the front desk lady didn't know, Jiang Zonghang let out a long sigh, he asked this question actually to confirm if the target was in the presidential suite. The front desk lady's words had already told him the answer, and now she had also arranged a room for him not far from the presidential room, which made Jiang Zonghang somewhat overjoyed.

  He put on a disappointed look, then slightly dissatisfied, said: "Okay, give me one day!" In the eyes of the front desk lady, the noble in front of her was helpless and chose to stay in the VIP suite, only to leave for another hotel after just one day.

  The front desk lady quickly completed the check-in procedure for him, and then handed the room card to a nearby service staff: "Take Mr. James to the 916 VIP suite!"

  Ke Lian-James is the name on the passport that Jiang Zonghao took out, and the front desk lady didn't know that everything on the passport taken out by Jiang Zonghao was made by himself.

  Under the guidance of the service staff, he went up to the 9th floor.

  According to the information provided by Leopard 5, on the entire 9th floor, apart from the Presidential Suite No. 912, there were only twenty-two VIP suites for distinguished guests, and twenty-three rooms occupied an entire floor.

  Jiang Zonghang walked into the room, where a British-style butler, two female maids and a chef were already waiting inside. Seeing him come in, they immediately made a welcoming gesture, making Jiang Zonghang feel like royalty, worthy of the $800 per night hotel.

  "Alright, you can leave for now. I'll call you if there's anything!" Jiang Zonghang walked into his bedroom and had the butler sent out of the house.

  He didn't worry that the butler would suddenly come in, because a butler who had received authentic British butler training was sought after by aristocratic families from all over the world.

  Although these British butlers in the hotel may not be of pure blood, they still can't afford to disturb their masters' rest.

  He plopped down on the bed, starting to think. The situation was a bit complicated now. Although he knew that someone was living in the royal suite, he didn't dare confirm 100% that it was Delong.

  Just then, the phone on the table rang.

  He hastily picked up the phone.

  "Target is inside the Royal Presidential Suite, the supermodel Delong is meeting with will arrive in about half an hour, you must complete the task as soon as possible. We'll be waiting for you at the door after the task is completed."