American Tax Officer

"Keep a close eye on him..."

The bait was set, and David knew the spy would show up before long.

But he dared not let his gaze wander, fearing that he might give away something out of the ordinary, still pretending to focus intently on the newspaper.

Soon, 20 minutes had passed.

During this time, some travelers also went to the lockers to deposit or retrieve items, but locker number 46 remained untouched.

Just as David and Nisen started to wonder if they had been exposed.

A Caucasian woman appeared in front of the lockers.

Her figure was incredibly graceful, her steps as light as willow fluff, and every move she made exuded elegance and calm.

The clothes she wore were rather simple, favoring muted colors and well-fitted garments, overall quite understated.

Upon seeing the information that popped overhead, David's eyes lit up with intensity.

[Name: Maggie Timothy.]

[Occupation: Ballet Dancer, Spy.]

[Monthly Income: Personal income 160,000 US Dollars, Official funds 600,000 US Dollars.]

[Income Details: December 4, seduced a House of Congressman named Palmer, profited 20,000 US Dollars, extracted intelligence and transmitted to Bear Country, profited 50,000 US Dollars, December 16, seduced a Department of Homeland Security official, profited 20,000 US Dollars, extracted intelligence and transmitted to Bear Country, profited 50,000 US Dollars, December 26, completed the invasion of the Bear Country Station Database...]

[More Details: ...]

[Tax Due: 282,400 US Dollars.]

"Who would've thought, this woman has extracted intelligence from so many officials..."

After learning about this woman named Maggie, David was somewhat surprised.

But then again.

The identity of a ballet dancer indeed provides access to high society, complementing her true identity as a spy.

Unfortunately for her, today she met her match in me!

In the midst of these thoughts, the woman named Maggie had already opened the locker, picked up the black plastic bag that Koffdale had left inside, and turned towards the exit.

David didn't waste any more time and immediately got up to follow her.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, he did not plan to make a move in front of a crowd.

Instead, he intended to find a less crowded place, attempting to subdue the woman and have a serious discussion about the tax issue with her!

The two left the train station, one after the other.

Maggie did not immediately hail a taxi or head to the parking lot but walked towards the nearby light rail platform.

Maintaining their distance, David and Nisen leisurely followed her, both going up to the elevated light rail and waiting at the platform.

About a minute later, a light rail train slowly stopped at the platform; Maggie entered the carriage as usual.

David and Nisen also entered through another door, both in the same carriage, about five or six meters apart.

Soon, the carriage filled with the sound of the closing doors.

However, just as the second closing signal sounded, Maggie's figure, like an apparition, slipped out through the closing doors.

"Damn it!"

David and Nisen cursed inwardly at the mishap, trying to follow suit, but they were a step too late and got trapped inside the carriage as the doors closed.

"Fuck Yau!"

Accompanying Nisen's curse, the monorail had slowly started moving.

What made him even angrier was that the woman just stood there, staring them down with a provocative look as they left.

By this time, David's complexion was looking somewhat ugly.

He had thought he was being cautious enough, but he hadn't expected to still be discovered by this woman—these competent spies seemed to be alerted by any small movement.

It seemed that when time permitted, he should consider learning some tracking skills from the professionals.

"David, what do we do now?"

David gathered his thoughts and after a moment of reflection, replied, "Look into which ballet troupes have recently come to the Lake District, and see if there's a woman named Maggie Timothy among them!"

Just a moment ago, he had acquired quite a bit of information about this woman by using the "Golden Finger" feature.

With the channels and systems of the IRS, having this information should make finding this woman not too difficult!

Seven or eight minutes later.

Nisen hung up the phone, his expression slightly excited, "There is a ballet troupe from New York that has indeed a woman named Maggie Timothy. They are staying at the Four Seasons Hotel, and that woman is in room 1101!"

"Let's go!"

Just as the monorail reached the station, Nisen and David got off the train and immediately hailed a taxi, racing towards the Four Seasons Hotel.

Meanwhile, on the road leading to the airport.

Maggie was sitting in a taxi, her fingers swiftly typing a string of code on her phone, then sending it off.

Seven or eight minutes later, her phone received a reply, also in the form of a code.

After reading the code, Maggie looked somewhat puzzled.

The higher-ups told her that her identity had not been exposed.

So who were the two men trailing her just now?

However, it seemed… they indeed didn't resemble personnel from CIA or the FBI.

If they were from either of those agencies, their tracking skills wouldn't have been so poor.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly spoke to the driver, "Sorry, I'm not going to the airport anymore. Take me to the Four Seasons Hotel, please!"

Just now, because she was worried that her identity had been exposed, she was in a rush to flee to the airport.

But now it seemed her identity was still secure, and there were some confidential materials and documents in the hotel that she had to deal with.

Twenty minutes later, Maggie returned to the Four Seasons Hotel.

However, she didn't go straight in; instead, she looked around to make sure no traps had been laid, and only then did she enter with confidence.

Just as she had entered not too long ago, David and Nisen appeared at the front of the hotel.

They had arrived here earlier, but since their target hadn't shown up yet, they had hidden themselves.

"Be careful—these spies are specially trained and dangerous. We can't let her escape again!"

"Don't worry, my years in the Marine Corps weren't spent in vain!"

Nisen clenched his fists, showing a hint of ferocity.

They had let the woman escape earlier because it was a public place.

Now that they had her cornered at the entrance, it would be a disgrace for him if she managed to escape again with his skills, no longer fitting to even be in the IRS!

Seeing Nisen's confidence, David said no more but immediately entered the hotel and took the elevator to the 11th floor. Moving towards room 1101 with light steps, both men drew their service weapons into their hands.