"You are still alive, thank God."
Upon hearing no strange noises from the other end of the phone, Reesi snorted coldly:
"Have you not started playing gas with Lydia yet? Or is it already over?"
"The last line you said is an insult to ."
Luo An rolled his eyes: "I'm fine, we'll talk later."
After hanging up the phone, Luo An bent down to pick up a fallen paperclip, noticing the unnatural blue gleam at the tip, he smiled:
"You really surprised tonight, dear. What is this? So kind of nerve toxin?"
"Fu-k!"
Lydia, sitting paralyzed on the floor, cursed under her breath and wiped her face clean of liquor, then looked up and gave Luo An a glare before explaining in a calm tone:
"It's not a toxin, it's an agent that can make people faint rapidly."
"Just faint, plain and simple?"
Luo An twitched his eyelid, leaned over to look at Lydia, whose makeup was a bit ssy but still quite beautiful, and smiled:
"Do you think I would believe that?"
"Hmph!"
Lydia snorted coldly, flipping her hair to reveal her pale neck: "You can try pricking ."
"Alright."
Hearing this, a flicker of light flashed in Luo An's eyes, and he lifted his hand, pricking Lydia in the neck with the paperclip.
"F..."
Feeling a slight sting at her neck, Lydia's eyes widened, but just as she uttered a single word, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed.
Reaching out to feel Lydia's conscience, making sure her heart was still beating and she was not dead.
Luo An nodded: "It really isn't a toxin."
When Lydia claid the paperclip wasn't coated with toxin and lifted her own hair, Luo An half-believed her.
So people stake their own lives, but Lydia obviously wasn't that kind of woman.
anwhile, Luo An also deduced that Lydia's true identity was very unlikely to be an agent, let alone a spy.
Very unlikely, but not impossible.
The reason is simple, Lydia is wealthy, attractive, and has a good physique, three years old is not old.
The things she used and ate were not the world's most expensive, but they were not cheap either, everything in her life aid at enjoynt.
Moreover, the 'Fla Queen' bar, although not ranking high in the entire New York City, was quite well-known in the Manhattan area.
Such a woman could not possibly be an agent; the basic requirent for an agent is not to attract attention.
Lydia's deanor and actions, along with her face filled with allure, perfectly avoided the basic requirents of an agent.
Neither could she be a spy; the FBI had investigated Lydia before, and if she indeed were a spy, the FBI couldn't possibly have found nothing.
Excluding the possibilities of being an agent and a spy, another potential identity for Lydia beca plausible, Luo An's forr colleague from his past life—Assassin.
But Lydia's skills were diocre, and her behavior in the bar every day was not overly pompous but could be considered showy...
No assassin in the world would act like this.
Besides, Luo An, a forr assassin himself, didn't feel a shred of assassin aura from Lydia.
Temporarily discarding these possibilities, Luo An couldn't guess Lydia's true identity for the mont.
If he couldn't think of it, then he wouldn't dwell on it; she was rely unconscious, and he could directly ask her when Lydia woke up.
Without hesitation, Luo An bent down, picked up the unconscious Lydia onto the bed, took a few black stockings from the clothes rack beside, folded them multiple tis, and tied Lydia's hands above her head to the bedpost.
Her feet were similarly restrained.
Then…
Luo An turned and left the bedroom, walking over to the desk in the manager's office, and began to search for information related to Lydia's true identity.
A few minutes later, Lydia gradually regained consciousness.
Feeling her hands and feet bound, her heart pounded furiously. She slightly twisted her body, felt the sensation of her clothes still on her, and cald down.
"Damn it!"
Her teeth clenched tightly, Lydia silently twisted her hands, trying to free herself from the stockings that bound her while inwardly cursing Luo An and planning to teach him a lesson later.
Just then, Luo An suddenly walked over from the manager's office. Seeing this, Lydia quickly stopped moving and closed her eyes, pretending to still be unconscious.
"Stop pretending, dear."
Without playing a 'guess if you're awake' ga with Lydia, Luo An held a pen he found in a hidden compartnt of the desk—previously thrown under the bed by Lydia.
Holding it in his hand, Luo An sat down next to Lydia and grinned:
"Now that you're awake, let's talk. So, first question, who exactly are you?"
"You..."
As Lydia opened her eyes, filled with fury and about to curse, Luo An pressed the pen.
A drop of liquid flowed out, falling on Lydia's cheek. Luo An spoke in a friendly tone, his smile warm and gentle:
"No swearing, dear."
"I..."
Seeing the pen moving closer to her mouth, Lydia panicked and instinctively moved backward, but her movent was limited as her hands and feet were tied. Realizing her situation, she urgently shouted:
"I am a senior informant for the NSA!"
"???"
Upon hearing this, Luo An was montarily stunned.
NSA, or National Security Agency, part of the Departnt of Defense, is an intelligence agency under the Federation Governnt.
Seeing Luo An's expressionless face, Lydia thought he didn't believe her and quickly explained:
"It's true! I'm not lying to you! You can call **this number! The person on the other end is my handler; she can confirm my identity!"
After a brief silence, Luo An temporarily moved the pen away from her face and stared intently at Lydia, his voice stern as he questioned:
"Why is the National Security Bureau targeting ?"
"The National Security Bureau isn't targeting you; this was all my personal doing."
Seeing that her identity was completely exposed, Lydia sighed and ceased to hide, bluntly stating:
"I just wanted to use your identity to get close to one of your team number five agents: Mona Evans."
Mona Evans, her father, Javari Evans, is a staff operations officer in so foreign field office of the CIA.
A year ago, during a mission led by Mona's father, there were casualties beyond the plan.
Furthermore, in the subsequent investigation, they found substantial unaccounted funds involved in the mission; hence, the CIA began a systemic investigation into Mona's father.
"What does this have to do with the NSA?"
Hearing this, Luo An was puzzled. Even if Mona's father embezzled funds, that would be an internal issue for the CIA, not sothing the NSA would intervene in.
Moreover, such embezzlent incidents were common in the CIA, and Mona's father was no exception.
"You're right, it indeed has nothing to do with the NSA."
Lydia nodded in agreent with Luo An's point, but then ntioned that six months ago, while the NSA was monitoring an organized cri group in Los Angeles, they suddenly heard the na 'Jacques Jon' from a cri boss.
And according to the records, this Jacques was one of the soldiers killed in the failed operation led by Mona's father.
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