Night, 9:00PM.

The Solomon area is still as bright and busy as day. Walking in the streets and alleys, in the nose, in the ear holes, and on the tip of the tongue, you can smell, smell, and taste the feverish hormones mixed with the commotion of men and women who eat and color. Under the neon lights, there is a lot of intrigue and deceit between you and me. Behind the light, the vultures of desire are diligently searching for the breath of carrion. And all this is wrapped in a kind of information flow called "thriving", and no one will question what is behind the prosperity, even if it is their own blood.

Chiko wore a backless, low-cut red evening dress. In the night, every inch of her bare skin is lined with more delicate and silky, and the tight waist makes her originally slender figure become graceful and charming, like a willow swaying in the night breeze, which can't help but make people feel swayed. Even if there is no bold style on the chest, the shallow groove that looms has its own shy charm.

In Qianzi's concept, gentleness is always a woman's first blade, followed by violence. Especially for a man who lives alone with a monotonous material life, the desires hidden in them are the easiest to become a breakthrough for female agents. This is also an important reason why the well-known intelligence agency "Dark Fragrance" in country S can be like a fish in water in country K.

Tonight, Grace Group will host a mid-year dance at the Caesars Hotel, which will be attended by almost all regular employees. After all, no one wants to give up a free feast. For many men, this is a hunting ground that does not need to carry the shackles of love and marriage. This also makes it extremely convenient for Chiko to infiltrate, because the beautiful skin is the best pass, and even the documents she forged in advance have no chance to strike.

Chiko walked straight into the hall of the ball. She doesn't want to be the center of attention as soon as she appears. So, she walked quickly to a secluded corner along the outermost side of the ballroom, and while looking around at the ball, she quickly searched for the target of the mission, Felix.

In a few moments, she found Felix, who was holding a glass of champagne. Look at his humble appearance, a delicate Italian jacket with a discounted white shirt and a gaudy and unmatched bow tie, looking like a luxury brand, but dressed like a ball waiter. Look at his eagerness and sexual impulses all over his face, for fear that others will not know that he lives at the bottom of the company. Most of the women who are a little beautiful don't want to take a second look, and they are more willing to gather near the group executives, which gives Chiko an opportunity to take advantage of.

She gently shook the glass in her hand towards Felix. Soon, the man, who was worried that he would be alone for a night, received a signal from Chiko. He became so energetic that he couldn't even believe that he could get the favor of such a stunner. Felix looked a little impatient, and he gradually quickened his pace, not caring if the champagne in his glass would spill on his sleeve because of his quicker pace.

Chiko led Felix to the small balcony of the ballroom and took the initiative to touch his wine glass: "Hello, I'm Marty, the new financial officer. ”

"I'm Felix, a financial advisor in the investment department, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Felix's eyes wandered aimlessly over Chiko's body, as if there was infinite spring light everywhere worth seeing.

It is hard for Chiko to imagine that a man who can't resist the temptation would have to take action from an agent of the CIA. Even though she is still a newcomer, these characters still make her feel that she is underutilized.

Chiko approached him gently, bending her knees slightly from time to time, rubbing Felix's legs gently, or casually brushing his shoulder blades with her hands and gently resting them on his shoulders. Felix's breathing became rapid as he teased. As Chiko moved closer to him, he could already feel his visibly heaving chest. In a few moments, Felix completely shed his gentleman's skin, and although his right hand was still holding the wine glass in difficulty, his left hand took advantage of the excitement to go around the back of Chiko's waist and gently circled his waist with his fingertips. Even through a layer of silk cloth, the softness and flexible elasticity of Chiko's waist still made Felix want to stop.

Chiko relieved herself as she placed her glass on the side of the balcony and put her hands on Felix's shoulders. Her plan was simple: a tiny needle prick was hidden in the ring on her left index finger, which was smeared with CIA "interrogators" that would hallucinate Felix for five minutes if she gently pricked a needle in her neck. And those five minutes are enough for Chiko to confirm Felix's identity and whether he is hiding secrets that are valuable to the CIA.

Felix's small movements in his left hand grew larger and larger, which made Chiko feel that the time was ripe to close the net. She stretched her arms and tapped Felix's chest with one hand, the ringed hand swimming up to his neck. The mission is coming to an end, and Chiko's smile grows more charming with the excitement and cheers of her heart. Chiko is confident that no man can withstand such teasing and temptation. Her eyes shone brighter because of this confidence, as if she could touch the gentle country that was about to come in these bright eyes.

At that moment, Felix put his head to her ear and said in a low voice, "Why is it only you, the curly-haired detective you hate?"

"Detective, what detective?" Chiko was shocked, but still replied calmly, "It's just me? Where's the detective? Mr. Felix, are you joking?"

Suddenly, in the darkness of the night, Chiko felt a white light flickering in the corner of her eye. Chiko followed the light out of the corner of her eye, only to see a flickering white light appear in the Fulton Building opposite the balcony of the ballroom. Apparently someone in an office is constantly turning the ceiling light on and off.

"Long flash, short flash, long flash, long flash, long flash, short flash. Chiko immediately noticed the frequency of the white light flashing, which was a flash frequency according to the Morse code, which means-

"Careful!" Felix said exactly the translation of the Morse code.

Chiko felt that the aura of danger had surrounded her, and while she opened the mechanism of the ring, she still coquettishly made up for the lie that had been exposed: "Felix, are you drunk, what are you telling me to be careful?

At this moment, the flickering white light of the Fulton Building suddenly changed its frequency. But Felix seems to have understood Chiko's plan for a long time. He suddenly grabbed Chiko's left hand and smiled grimly, "Marty, or should I call you Miss Chiko, are you CIA women so anxious?

"Eric, is that him?" Qianzi blurted out with a sinking heart. In her relationships, there is only one such curly-haired detective named Eric.

"Of course, he's the funniest detective I've ever met. Otherwise~ Do you still expect Director Custer to come to your rescue in person?" Contrary to Chiko's surprise, Felix shrugged his eyebrows slightly, he seemed to be aware of his arrival.

There are traitors in the CIA!

Chiko strongly felt that all this tonight was just a ripple on the surface of the water, and the deeper truth might still be hidden in the whirlpool of deep water. But the truth anyway, first of all, she had to leave alive tonight. Only then will she have a chance to uncover all the mysteries here.

At this time, a beautiful waltz began to sound in the ballroom. Under the pale yellow light, with the rhythm of the notes, the spirits and flesh of men and women danced, stirred, and blended. Only the music and lights seeping through the cracks in the balcony door became bleak and hoarse in an instant. Chiko twisted her ankles secretly, she didn't know how many unknown enemies lurked in corners where neither music nor light could reach. But there is only one chance, she twisted her restrained left hand as if she was desperately struggling, while standing on tiptoe slightly, bending her right arm, no matter what blow, as long as she knocked him unconscious and restrained him, there was still a chance to turn the tables.

The courteous white light of the Fulton Mansion began to flicker at different frequencies, and Felix still had a relaxed and smug smile: "Oh, you're so lucky to see that Eric can be patient with a woman to this extent, maybe you should relax your muscles and take a good look at what he says, after all, it will cost him his life." ”

"Yes, it seems that I can catch my breath until now, do I still want to thank you for your mercy and forgiveness?" Chiko looked for an opportunity, waiting for Felix's most relaxed moment, but she was also worried about Eric: flashing the light with Morse code would undoubtedly completely reveal his location.

At this time, Felix smiled slightly, and Chiko felt as if her back had been lightly pricked by something, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness like a flood of water quickly invaded every inch of muscle along the nerves. Chiko felt that the last chance was like fine sand in her hand, quickly flowing through her fingers. Chiko still refused to give up and threw her right fist into Felix's abdomen, but this soft force was tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.

"I really like the energy of a little wild horse like you. Felix stroked Chiko's messy hair on her forehead and whispered provocatively in her ear.

Chiko limped limply on Felix's shoulders, at his mercy and sarcasm. The white light of the Fulton Building still flickered tirelessly, as if to the rhythm of the waltz in the ballroom, short, short, long~short, long~.

“Re…… Retreat!" Chiko felt her mind begin to blur, and involuntarily squeezed out the translation of the Moss code from between her teeth.

Felix gestured to the balcony, then picked up Chiko. At the moment when he was picked up, Chiko saw that the white light of the Fulton Building suddenly went out, and then several hideous fires flashed silently, fleeting in the darkness.

With the sound of glass shattering from the Fulton Building, the glass pieces shattered by the bullets reflected the gray full moon as a dead fish's eye in the air, as if coldly looking at the hope of a thousand sons.

Who is this man in front of you, and who is the detective who may have fallen in a pool of blood...... All doubts may fall silent in the night with the finale of the waltz. The moment Chiko closed her eyes, she completely understood that it was not this hateful-looking sloppy detective who was in the way, but her self-righteous self at all. I thought I was the protagonist of this gladiatorial fight, but it turned out that the net I laid myself became a tool for others to hunt for me, which is really ironic!

At this moment, I saw a ghostly smile rise on Felix's face. He suddenly turned around with a thousand sons in his arms and bowed solemnly to the glass window, as if he was mourning an old man and mocking a weak opponent.