An intelligence station is bound to have a lot of emergency supplies, and Yang Yi can get what he most desperately needs here.
When Yang Yi was taken to a storage room, pushing aside a pile of cleaning supplies and taking out various items from some filthy lockers that only a spy might use, he couldn't help but say, "I've seen plenty of intelligence stations, and safe houses too, but hiding stuff like this here, that's a first for me."
"I don't know what an intelligence station is, this place might look a bit dirty, but rest assured, the inside of the lockers is clean. The box below contains medicine, you can choose for yourself."
The hotel manager absolutely refused to admit this was some kind of intelligence station, but he did indeed take out the needed items.
Yang Yi took a stimulant and injected himself directly, then grabbed a quick hemostatic spray and applied it to his butt. Finally, he took a few magazines.
Most importantly, Yang Yi finally got a large bag.
