The diplomatic request to go to Arctic Bear Country was expedited and approved. Not only did National Blade Headquarters take this matter very seriously, but even the central authority regarded it as a significant issue. The request was submitted at noon, coinciding with the departure of a diplomatic task force. That evening, Luo Zheng and Hong ihua boarded a flight to accompany the diplomatic staff. For confidentiality reasons, aside from the team leader, other accompanying personnel were unaware. Luo Zheng and Hong ihua did not initiate conversation with others, sitting quietly lost in thought.
By the ti they arrived at the Arctic Bear Capital, it was already the afternoon of the next day. The two followed the diplomatic staff through a special channel to exit immigration and boarded a car sent by the embassy to greet them. However, they disembarked halfway and climbed into another small car waiting by the roadside. The driver was a young and capable beauty, a secret intelligence officer from national security whose public identity was a journalist.
After getting in the car, Luo Zheng and Hong ihua cautiously phoned back to headquarters, confirming each other's identities through their voices before fully relaxing. The other party also cautiously verified Luo Zheng and Hong ihua's identities, all of which was basic protocol that everyone understood. People could be impersonated, but voices cannot be disguised.
Once confird to be in contact with the liaison, the beauty happily said, "Heads, my na is Hua i, assigned to host you. I'm familiar with this place; know where you need to go and who you need to find. It's all clear. They said if you're cooperative this ti, you can be transferred back. I've been looking forward to this for a long ti—I've been here for five or six years, and I'm utterly fed up. Where to, then?"
Yet another person eager to return. Intelligence officers on the secret front line are assigned to various countries, and to conceal their identity and work better, they are not allowed to return easily. Two or three years were bearable, but five or six years was tough for anyone to endure, unless they were traitors or people who did not want to return to their country. Luo Zheng didn't fully understand these agents, but Hong ihua was well aware of the emotional toll and sentints of agents. Being alone was manageable, but having a family made it even more painful.
After the Hei Shi incident, Luo Zheng dreaded hearing about going ho—the desire was too heavy, and Luo Zheng couldn't bear it. Hong ihua glanced at Luo Zheng and said with a smile, "Let's go to Robert Pier's house."
"Robert Pier?" Hua i was taken aback and pondered, searching her mory but failing to recall such a person. She awkwardly smiled and said, "Sir, I was bragging too much earlier, not modest enough. Please forgive . Who is this Robert Pier? I've never heard of him."
"Public identity, assistant in the Kelin Palace's archival room," Hong ihua smiled.
"Him? I only know he's called Pier. He appears to be an honest person, usually quiet, doesn't show off, didn't expect him to be a big character. Okay, let's go now. By the way, to his workplace or..." Hua i asked in surprise.
"What you see is only on the surface; you'd never guess his hidden identity. But this is unrelated to you; your task is to take us there, nothing more. Let's go to his ho then," Luo Zheng interjected.
Hong ihua looked at Luo Zheng in shock; the original plan was to first go to Kelin Palace to observe, and if feasible, intercept the person on the way without alarming third parties. Going directly to the house would surely expose their identity, but after Luo Zheng spoke, he pondered without the intention to explain further. Despite not understanding why Luo Zheng changed the plan suddenly, she chose to respect it and told Hua i, "Let's go."
"Alright," Hua i agreed, puzzledly glanced at Luo Zheng but didn't ask further, drove on.
Along the way, Hua i frequently observed Luo Zheng in the backseat via the rear-view mirror, her curiosity piqued. But understanding discipline, she refrained from inquiring, carefully drove, casually chatting about Arctic Bear Country's customs and culture with Hong ihua, seated in the front passenger seat, and before long arrived at a residential area.
Luo Zheng estimated the front residential area as their destination, checked his watch—it was almost dinner ti. Seeing a shop diagonally opposite, he said, "Stop for a mont, let buy sothing."
Hua i quickly parked by the roadside, Hong ihua stared at Luo Zheng getting off without asking further. Soon, Luo Zheng returned carrying so gifts, said to Hong ihua, "Let's walk in. Hua i, you wait here, no need to co in."
"Really?" Hua i puzzledly looked at Luo Zheng but didn't press further, nodded in agreent.
Hong ihua didn't know what Luo Zheng was up to but nodded in agreent, got out of the car and walked towards the residential area with Luo Zheng, quietly asking, "You seem sowhat resistant to Hua i?"
"It's not resistance, but... rember Hei Shi? He once told similar words—complete the task and return ho. I don't want Hua i to et the sa fate as Hei Shi," Luo Zheng's face darkened, explained, handed the gifts to Hong ihua, continued, "I recall you're fluent in Arctic Bear language, deal with the target's family. By now, the target should not be ho yet, we'll wait at his place."
"Understood," Hong ihua imdiately grasped Luo Zheng's intentions. This approach indeed risked exposure but was also the most direct and effective thod. She agreed wholeheartedly, in fluent Arctic Bear Country language evaded the security, together with Luo Zheng proceeded straight into the residential area.
The target location had long been surveyed, no need for inquiry, soon arrived at a villa entrance, rang the bell. A blonde, blue-eyed middle-aged woman opened the door, followed by a five or six-year-old child. Hong ihua smilingly spoke in Arctic Bear language, "Mrs. Pier, I'm a colleague of your husband, any. This is my husband, visiting you. Is Mr. Pier ho yet?"
"Oh, not yet, should be arriving soon, please co in," the middle-aged woman, unaware of her Robert Pier's affairs, had little vigilance. Seeing Hong ihua's smiling face felt sowhat cordial, without suspecting, warmly tended to the two inviting them in.
"Thank you," Hong ihua gratefully smiled, naturally linked her arm with Luo Zheng, headed inside.
Luo Zheng froze all over but quickly recovered, let Hong ihua hold his arm as they entered the villa, sat down on the sofa, carefully observed the villa. The ho decor was quite ordinary, appeared holy yet clean and tidy, with a warm atmosphere, showing Mrs. Pier as a considerate homaker.
"Why haven't I seen you before?" Mrs. Pier asked after seating the two.
"I'm new here, please take care of ," Hong ihua smiled.
"I hear your accent; are you Japanese?" Mrs. Pier smilingly asked.
"Yes," Hong ihua warmly smiled, said in Japanese, offering the gift, continued, "Sorry for the intrusion, visiting at first is impolite, causing trouble for you." As the other party suspected she was Japanese, Hong ihua smoothly shifted to playing the role, speech, and manners were flawless, very familiar as a seasoned spy to this set.
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