"Thank God you're still alive."

Hearing that there was no strange voice on the other end of the phone, Lacey snorted coldly:

"Haven't you started playing games with Lydia yet? Or is it already over? ”

"Your last words are an insult to me."

Luo An rolled his eyes: "I'm fine, we'll talk later." ”

Hanging up the phone, Luo An bent down to pick up the pin that fell to the ground, looked at the tip of the pin glowing with an unnatural blue glow, and smiled:

"You've really surprised me tonight, my dear, what is this? Some kind of neurotoxin? ”

“Fu-k！”

Lydia, who was slumped on the ground, scolded secretly, wiped the wine off her face, raised her head and gave Luo An a roll of her eyes, and then explained in a flat tone:

"It's not a toxin, it's a medicine that can quickly make people faint."

"Just fainting?"

Luo An's eyelids moved, and he bent down to look at Lydia, who had some makeup in front of him, but was still very beautiful, and smiled:

"Do you think I believe it or not?"

"Humph!"

Lydia snorted coldly, lifting her hair to reveal her snow-white neck: "You can prick me and try." ”

"Okay."

Hearing this, Ann's eyes flashed, and then he raised his hand and stabbed Lydia in the neck with a pin.

“F......”

Lydia's eyes widened as she felt a faint tingling pain in her neck, but as soon as she said a word, she rolled her eyes and fell backwards.

Reaching out and touching Lydia's conscience, he made sure her heart was still beating and she wasn't dead.

Luo An nodded: "It's really not a toxin." ”

When Lydia said that the pins were not toxins and lifted her hair, Roanne half convinced.

Some people will put their lives on the line, but a woman like Lydia is clearly not like that.

At the same time, Luo An also judged that Lydia's true identity was most likely not an agent, let alone a spy.

Probability, not 100%.

The reason is very simple, Lydia is rich, beautiful and in good shape, and she is not old at the age of 30.

The food is not the most expensive in the world, but there is no bargain, and all behaviors in life are in line with the word enjoyment.

And although the 'Queen of Fire' bar is not ranked in the whole city of New York, it also has a certain reputation in the Manhattan area.

This kind of woman can't be an agent, and the basic requirement of an agent is not to attract attention.

Lydia's demeanor, her actions, and her seductive face perfectly circumvent the agent's basic requirements.

It is impossible to be a spy, as I said before, the FBI has investigated Lydia, and if she is really a spy, the FBI cannot find out any problems.

After excluding agents and spies, there is still a possibility of Lydia's identity, Roan's counterpart in his previous life - the killer.

But Lydia is average, and her behavior in the bar every day can not be called swagger, but also swagger.....

No killer in the world would do that.

Moreover, Roan, a former killer, didn't feel the slightest bit of killer temperament in Lydia.

After ruling out these possibilities for the time being, Luo An couldn't guess what Lydia's identity was for a while.

If you can't think of it, you don't want to, it's just a coma, just wait for Lydia to wake up and ask directly.

Luo An did not hesitate, bent down and carried Lydia who fell into a coma to the bed, casually pulled out a few black threads from the hanger next to him, folded them in half several times, and then raised Lydia's hands up and tied them to the head of the bed.

The same goes for your feet.

And then.....

Roan turned to leave the bedroom and walked to the desk in the manager's office, where he began rummaging through information related to Lydia's true identity.

A few minutes later, Lydia woke up.

Feeling the bound hands and feet, Lydia's heart beat violently, and she twisted her body slightly, and found that the feeling of the clothes was still there, and her mood calmed down.

"Shit!"

Silver teeth clenched, Lydia quietly twisted her hands, ready to break free of the stockings that bound her, while scolding Luo Ann in her heart, and at the same time preparing to teach him a profound lesson in the future.

At this moment, Luo An suddenly walked over from the manager's office, and Lydia saw this, and hurriedly stopped her movements, closed her eyes, and pretended that she hadn't woken up yet.

"Don't pretend, dear."

Instead of playing the 'guess if you're awake' game with Lydia, Roan holds a pen of the same style that he found in the secret compartment of his desk and was thrown under the bed by Lydia before.

Holding it in his hand, Roan sat down beside Lydia and said with a smile:

"Now that you're awake, let's talk, come, first question, who are you?"

"You ......"

Lydia opened her eyes, and just as she was about to curse with rage, Roan pressed down the pen.

A drop of liquid flowed out of it and dripped onto Lydia's cheek, and Roan spoke in a amiable tone, smiling and warm:

"Don't swear, honey."

"I ......"

Seeing that the pen was getting closer and closer to her mouth, Lydia hurriedly subconsciously moved her body back, but her hands and feet were tied, and the distance she could move was really limited.

"I'm a senior informant for the NSA!"

“？？？”

Hearing this, Luo An was stunned.

The NSA, whose full name is the National Security Agency, is part of the Department of Defense and is an intelligence arm of the federal government.

Seeing the expressionlessness on Ann's face, Lydia thought that he didn't believe it, so she hurriedly explained:

"It's really here! I didn't lie to you! You can call ** this number! The other party is my person in charge! She can prove who I am! ”

After a moment of silence, Luo An temporarily removed the pen in his hand from her face, his eyes were fixed on Lydia, and he asked sharply:

"Why are your security bureaus targeting me?"

"The Security Service is not targeting you, it's all my private behavior."

Seeing that her identity had been completely exposed, Lydia sighed, and no longer concealed it at the moment, and said directly:

"I'm just trying to use your identity to get close to your Agent for Investigation Team Five: Mona Evans."

Mona Evans, whose father was Jawari Evans, is a staff officer in the CIA's Operations Division in a field area.

During a mission a year ago, Mona's father commanded an operation that suffered more casualties than planned.

And in the follow-up investigation, it was found that a large amount of money in this mission was unknown, so the CIA began a systematic investigation of Mona's father after the mission.

"What does this have to do with your NSA?"

Hearing this, Luo An was a little puzzled, even if Mona's father was full of selfishness, it was a problem within the CIA itself, and it was not the turn of the NSA to intervene.

And there are many things in the CIA that fill their pockets, and Mona's father is not bad.

"You're right, it's really not about the NSA here."

Lydia nodded, agreeing with Roan's statement, but then said that half a year ago, the NSA was spying on an organized crime group in the Los Angeles area when she suddenly heard the name 'Jaquel Jon' from the mouth of a crime boss.

And this Jacquire, according to the data, was one of the soldiers killed in Mona's father's failed operation.