Finding out that Omega Liriko was being followed, Moze had no way to contact her at the first time to discuss the future. But, at least, Moze needed to tell Omega Liriko now that he knew where she was now.

Telling Omega Yuriko the news is as simple as stuffing a note into her room after she leaves the room. The reason why she had to wait until Omega Yuriko left the room was because as long as Omega Yuriko left, the agents who were following her would be lured away.

It wasn't until dinner time that Omega Yuriko came out of her room and went to the hotel restaurant to eat. And after Omega Yuriko sat down, those agents also sat around Omega Yuriko from far and near. And, no matter from which agent's position, you can see directly the table where Omega Yuriko is sitting.

Under the watchful eye of so many agents, it was Omega Yuriko, who couldn't get out safely for a while without using her telekinesis ability.

I casually stuffed some food into my mouth, but even the food cooked by the hotel's specially hired senior chef was still like chewing wax in Omega Liriko's mouth, and it was tasteless.

Reluctantly stuffing all the food in front of her into her stomach, Omega Liriko got up. It's just that after feeling the agents around her through telekinesis, Omega Yuriko immediately dispelled the idea of going to Moze.

Although Omega Liriko is now a hundred precautions against Mo Ze, and even has a lot of calculating Mo Ze's thoughts in his heart. However, after all, Moze is now the only help by Omega Liriko's side, and she doesn't want to give up Moze before her great cause is ready to be completed.

Therefore, even if Omega Liriko still has the idea of pit Moze at this time, it will not really be implemented.

Depressed, he returned to the door of the room, and as soon as he pushed the door open, the wind caused by the opening suddenly made the paper on the ground float lightly by a centimeter or two. Seeing this, Omega Yuriko quietly wrapped the piece of paper in her telekinesis and sent it down the floor to the room, making sure that the agents did not see it.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Omega Yuriko telepathically held the piece of paper in front of her.

On the top of the paper, it was just written the words "I know you are here", without a beginning or end and without a signature. But just these few words made Omega Liriko, who had been a little sullen all day, feel a lot better, and even a little happy.

For the next few days, Omega Yuriko just stayed in the hotel room with peace of mind, and went to the hotel restaurant to eat when she was hungry, without the slightest movement.

It's just that when Omega Liriko was extremely relaxed, Moze was a little suffering. Because one of the agents happened to be living in the room next to Moze, Moze had been monitoring and listening to the agent for the past few days, until he got the gestures and some code words between the agents.

Once he had figured out the things, Moze knocked on the door of the agent next door.

After all, it's in a small hotel, not as authentic as the hotel opposite. So it's common for people to knock on the door and ask if they need any special services or something. Usually in this case, it is enough to tell the person outside the door that there is nothing inside. But on this day, the agent yelled two words at the door, and the knocking still didn't stop.

In desperation, the agent had no choice but to open the door. However, perhaps sensing something unusual, the agent carefully took his gun in his hand when he went to open the door, hiding his backhand behind him. "I said, I don't need anything."

Standing at the door of the agent, Mo Ze had a smile on his face, feeling the agent's almost bad attitude, Mo Ze still asked softly: "Are you sure you don't need anything, maybe our service will make you feel different." ”

After hearing Mo Ze's words, the agent suddenly thought of some kind of bad picture, and immediately quickly shook his head, and even looked at Mo Ze with a look of disdain, or disgust. "I'm not the kind of person you think, my orientation is clear."

It was only at this time that Mo Ze realized that there was still some ambiguity in what he had just said. But at this time, Mo Ze couldn't care so much, and when the agent had relaxed his vigilance a little and hadn't closed the door yet, he pulled out a stick with the thickness of his forearm and the length of a rolling pin out of nowhere, and smashed it into the back of the agent's head.

When the agent awoke, he found himself strapped to a chair. In front of the agent, it was Moze, who was standing outside the door before, playing with the agent's communication headset.

"I just said you need some special services, don't you think you're enjoying it right now?" Anyway, there was nothing urgent, Mo Ze not only waited for the agent to wake up, but even had the mind to joke with the agent.

"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? Looking at Mo Ze in front of him, the agent suddenly felt bad in his heart, but he still pretended not to understand anything. But even if this agent pretended to be stupid, would Moze, who had already found the communication headset, believe it? What's more, Moze had been observing the agent for several days.

Throwing the headset directly in front of the agent's eyes, Moze also stood up and circled around the agent. "Forget it, let me ask you directly, if you're going to that woman's room, how are you going to tell those colleagues of yours?"

At this point, the agent finally knew that he couldn't fit it anymore. The person in front of him not only knew his identity, but also his mission, and his colleagues, who must also be a senior agent trained by other forces. Immediately, the agent didn't say anything, and let Mo Ze talk on the side for a long time.

Even if Mo Ze had enough time, Mo Ze was still a little annoyed that he was wasted his time by others so plainly. "You're hard-mouthed, you wait!"

After saying a cruel word, Mo Ze turned around and entered the bathroom in the room. When the agent saw Mo Ze go to the bathroom, he felt even more disdain for Mo Ze.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Mo Ze walked out of the bathroom again, and if he looked at his face alone, he had ninety percent of his imagination with the agents in the room.

"Now you don't say anything, I'll go to the woman with this face in a moment. When something happens, I see if you can explain this matter clearly, even if you have ten mouths. Looking at the agent's ugly expression as if he had eaten, the depression in Mo Ze's heart suddenly dissipated a little.

Even Mo Ze had an idea in his heart, he had to act like today in the future, and he couldn't always make up as a non-existent person, but pretended to be someone else, and if there was a black pot, he could directly let others carry it.

"Okay, I'll tell you whatever you want, but don't mess around." Thinking of his family, the agent couldn't help but compromise. It's not that he is spineless, but he knows too well about the secret service organization of the French regime.