"Sir, the Six Nations Hotel has arrived" The driver's soft call woke up Zhao Zhimeng, who was in deep thought. "Ah, thank you" Zhao Zhi casually handed over a piece of ocean, and got out of the taxi with his suitcase. Now there are still very few taxis in Lao Beiping, and the asking price is relatively high, if Zhao Zhi chooses a rickshaw, it is estimated that he can go to the Liuguo Hotel for only five cents.

"I'm Daniel from Switzerland? Bühler, I booked a room with you" Zhao Zhi casually threw a piece of ocean to a doorman, threw his leather shoes to the doorman, walked to the front desk and asked about the room he had booked with a mouthful of standard German. It was the room that Hunter sent someone to book in Zhao Zhi's name a few days ago, of course, using Zhao Zhi's current Swiss identity: jewelry merchant Daniel? Bühler.

The slightly balding front desk manager flipped through the register and found Zhao Zhi's name, "Hello, Mr. Daniel, this is the key to your room." At your request, it is Chaoyang's room 405" The front desk manager also spoke to Zhao Zhi in a mouthful of German. You know, the people who speak German in Switzerland are basically old families or nobles, and Zhao Zhi's Swiss name Daniel translates into Chinese as the son of God.

Zhao Zhi learned from the arrogance of the Germans, nodded slightly with a stiff neck, turned around and walked to the elevator, and the doorman who had been following behind him took the key handed over by the manager, and hurriedly chased Zhao Zhi into the elevator. "Looks like it's Chinese? How can you be Swiss? Looking at the back of Zhao Zhi leaving, the front desk manager touched his fat chin and pondered.

The Six Nations Hotel is full of foreigners from all over the world, and almost all of the people who work in it are spies from the police station and various forces. Zhao Zhi, who stayed in such a high-profile manner, naturally entered the eyes of some spies, but Zhao Zhi used a serious Swiss passport when he registered, and the spies only paid attention to Zhao Zhi and did not pay too much attention to Zhao Zhi.

"Okay, just put the suitcase next to the bed" Zhao Zhi threw the doorman a piece of ocean again, and sent the doorman to order a lunch for himself to bring to the room. The doorman, who had been tipped twice in a row, narrowed his eyes happily, kept saying thank you, and left Zhao Zhi's room satisfied.

The Chaoyang room booked by Zhao Zhi is a suite, and the whole is decorated in the British Victorian style, with an aristocratic atmosphere, which is quite in line with Zhao Zhi's current Swiss identity. Taking off the suit on his body, Zhao Zhi walked onto the balcony in a black silk shirt and looked into the distance. There is no way, I searched all over Shanghai, and no tailor could make the kind of slim shirt in the previous life. Zhao Zhi had no choice but to buy a few British-style shirts in a store specializing in British supplies to temporarily decorate the façade.

"Dengdenden" Zhao Zhi's door was knocked, and lunch was delivered. It seems that the doorman has already promoted Zhao Zhi's generosity in the restaurant, and the lunch sent is unusually rich. Seven ripe steaks, croissants, caviar, borscht, champagne, and a large pot of coffee and a box of cigars.

Throwing a piece of ocean to each hostess, Zhao Zhi kicked the two hostesses who delivered lunch out of the room, and he was still not used to having people standing next to him when he was eating. After a full meal, Zhao Zhiwo smoked a cigar on the sofa, thinking about this mission. None of the large weapons were brought, so Zhao Zhi only brought a saber and an M1911 pistol.

Hunter only said that someone would come to connect with him, but he didn't say who the connector was, looking at Hunter's expression at that time, it is estimated that even he himself didn't know who was connected with Zhao Zhi, right? After all, it was not long before Hunter was promoted to the intelligence director of the China region, and his intelligence officers were not very familiar with him.

After smoking half a cigar and drinking two cups of coffee, Zhao Zhi changed into a dark plaid suit and went to the bar located on the basement floor. It's still daytime, there are only a dozen people in the bar, and most of the people who live in the Six Nations Hotel only visit the bar at night, Zhao Zhi came to find the things and people he needed.

The Six Nations Hotel is not really a hotel, in fact, it has long become a distribution center for foreigners from all over the world who come to China to pan for gold to exchange resources and intelligence. Zhao Zhi's target this time, Straw, has been missing for several days, and the two groups of rescuers sent by Hunter have lost contact, but the CIA still does not know who the opponent is. It's just that Zhao Zhi, who is carrying a pistol, needs to find an arms dealer and get some strong firepower equipment, so as not to enter the list of missing persons.

"Sir, are you alone? Can you please have a drink? As soon as Zhao Zhi sat on the edge of the bar, a blonde girl came to talk to Zhao Zhi. The Six Nations Hotel is not only inhabited by rich foreigners, but also by some perennial private rooms. They were all descendants of the White Russian aristocracy who, having lost their status and wealth in Russia, had gone into exile in China.

After fleeing to China, the rich descendants of Tsarist Russia spent all day drinking, and some Tsarist women who could not support themselves simply rented a room here all the year round, secretly doing some business of wandering warblers.

Zhao Zhi didn't answer, but just motioned to the bartender to bring a glass of wine to the blonde girl next to him. Seeing that Zhao Zhi didn't speak, the blonde grinned, and took the cigarette case that Zhao Zhi put on the bar while half-awake and half-drunk. Without waiting for Zhao Zhi to raise his eyebrows and speak, the blonde took out a cigarette, gently broke half of it, and pressed the half left in her hand under Zhao Zhi's lighter, and the other half was stuffed back into the cigarette case.

Zhao Zhileng paused, the blonde's action was exactly what Hunter said, broke a cigarette, half of it was pressed under the lighter, and half of it was put back into the cigarette case, could it be that the blonde girl in front of him was the intelligence agent under Hunter, and he was his own connector.

"My name is Betty, and I'm your connector" The blonde woman's hand flicked the wine glass on the bar, but her eyes looked at Zhao Zhi in a petrified state with some playfulness, and a sentence came out of her scarlet lips.

Zhao Zhi secretly glanced at the bar a few times, but no one was paying attention to his side. It's a common thing for the warblers in the restaurant to solicit customers in the bar, and most of the male customers here have encountered such a situation, so no one cares too much. Only a few people couldn't help but admire the blonde's beautiful appearance, secretly wondering when the blonde would talk to him, and even more anxious men had already asked the bartender for the blonde's room number.