In the middle of the night, Zhang Jie, who was analyzing intelligence data, was drawn by the sound of an explosion in the distance.
He went to the window and looked towards the location; flames shot into the sky, though he couldn't see it very clearly due to the distance.
"Woc? No way? Another explosion? Is this a terrorist attack?"
Actually, Zhang Jie himself leaned more towards something like a gas leak, after all, this was Moscow, and attempting a terrorist attack here would be too audacious.
The sound of fire trucks whizzed past downstairs, and Zhang Jie drew the curtains.
He began to ponder how he should investigate this guy.
There were a few points: firstly, an Asian face here would be very difficult to disguise unless he completely changed his appearance, but he could pretend to be a Chinese tourist, as his Chinese was quite fluent.
Secondly, how would he get into some sensitive areas, especially high-end venues, where entry would definitely involve body searches or special instrument checks.
He was carrying three guns on him!
Thirdly, and most importantly, he couldn't speak Russian, which was a huge problem.
With all sorts of thoughts swirling in his mind, Zhang Jie eventually drifted off to sleep in a daze.
He woke up at 8:35 AM.
There was a message on his phone.
It was from the client.
He opened it and took a look.
"The target will appear at Yakitoriya Japanese restaurant at 10:30 AM to find a box."
Oh, what a thoughtful client, telling me even where the target would go. A box again?
Are they obsessed with boxes?
After waking up and getting everything ready, Zhang Jie left the hotel but did not check out.
Checking out would be too suspicious, as his current persona was that of a Chinese tourist visiting Moscow.
The Japanese restaurant was not too far from the hotel, so he strolled over leisurely, taking the opportunity to verify if the map information had changed.
He was like an ordinary tourist, curious about everything, slowly approaching the Japanese restaurant.
Time also passed slowly, and by the time Zhang Jie arrived at the Japanese restaurant, it was already 10 AM.
Zhang Jie sat by the roadside, holding a map, seemingly studying it, but in reality, he was observing the situation at the Japanese restaurant across the street.
The Japanese restaurant was doing well, always busy, but the person he wanted to see wasn't there.
That person was a wealthy businessman, so it wasn't strange for him to come to this kind of restaurant, but he surely wouldn't come alone, sneaking around.
Just as he was thinking this, a black stretched Lincoln pulled up to the entrance of the Japanese restaurant.
A middle-aged man stepped out, protected by a group of bodyguards, and entered the Japanese restaurant, after which the ordinary customers inside were cleared out.
"Tsk, well, that's quite high-profile."
However, looking at the security personnel, Zhang Jie's brows furrowed; these were professional bodyguards, and every one of them had seen blood.
One could only say that it was worthy of the Great Bear; even ordinary bodyguards had experienced tough battles.
Zhang Jie did not act rashly.
Firstly, there were too many people right now; once he made a move, it would be difficult for him to escape.
Secondly, the bodyguards were very professional and didn't give him any useful openings.
As for long-range sniping, forget about it; with the current environment here, long-range sniping wouldn't be easy either.
Zhang Jie decided to follow for a while and look for an opportunity.
After waiting for about an hour, the wealthy businessman finally appeared and got into the Lincoln under the escort of his bodyguards.
Then, Zhang Jie hailed a car and followed the Lincoln from a distance.
He was fortunate that the driver was a young man who could speak Chinese.
Seeing Zhang Jie's face, the driver greeted him warmly as soon as he got in.
"Oh, you're a Chinese tourist, aren't you? Are you here to visit Moscow?" the driver asked proactively.
"Ah, yes, I've always wanted to see Moscow, and I finally made it this time," Zhang Jie replied casually, then pointed ahead and said, "Just drive straight for now, I'm a bit tired from walking and don't want to walk anymore."
"Haha, that's normal, I often encounter customers like you." The driver then started the car and drove forward.
Zhang Jie deliberately looked left and right, pretending to be sightseeing, constantly indicating the direction of the car's movement.
In reality, he was always trailing the Lincoln from a distance.
He chatted intermittently with the driver.
Finally, the Lincoln slowly drove into an office building.
Zhang Jie was finally ready to get out of the car; he had almost run out of things to talk about with the driver.
After getting out, Zhang Jie feigned confusion, constantly studying the map in his hand.
"How annoying," Zhang Jie muttered, looking at both the paper map and the map on his phone.
He was constantly calculating in his mind.
After waiting for a while, he didn't see the Lincoln come out, so Zhang Jie walked inside; although it was an office building, there were some Asian faces.
So Zhang Jie's entry did not arouse suspicion.
Soon, Zhang Jie went up floor by floor, and finally, on the third floor, he saw his target again in a gym.
Zhang Jie did not act but left again.
There were no suitable conditions to make a move.
As a killer, the most important thing is patience, not blindly rushing in, especially in an unfamiliar place like this.
"Damn, this 1.5 million is a hot potato!" Zhang Jie muttered to himself, continuing to wait patiently.
After another hour, the car slowly drove out.
Zhang Jie resumed his mission of tracking.
But as he followed, he lost track of the person, yet Zhang Jie wasn't discouraged; if he lost him, he lost him.
Then he just pretended he was on vacation, looking around.
However, what he didn't know was that after he walked into a shopping mall, the Lincoln appeared again.
"Is that the Asian man?"
Maksim sat in the back seat of the Lincoln, looking out the window.
"Yes," his bodyguard replied.
"That guy has been following for a long time, ever since the Japanese restaurant, but we're not sure if he's actually tracking us."
"The people we arranged behind us have been watching him follow us, but he seems to be a tourist, it's very strange," his bodyguard told Maksim, but Maksim's expression didn't change at all.
"When we get there, tie him up and ask him, then we'll know."
Although he didn't quite believe that the young Asian man was specifically tracking him, as his behavior seemed coincidental, to be safe, he decided to apprehend him and question him.
At worst, they could just frame him for espionage.
In fact, Zhang Jie hadn't expected that this cunning old fox, besides having bodyguards around him, also had people arranged to follow from a distance, just like a sting operation.
But precisely because Zhang Jie chose not to follow directly, but rather to look left and point right, these people weren't entirely sure.
At this moment, Zhang Jie was strolling through the mall; although he heard incomprehensible Russian all around him, English occasionally popped up.
He was genuinely browsing the supermarket, which left the few people behind him somewhat puzzled.
"This guy must really be a tourist in Moscow, right?"
Little did they know, Zhang Jie was using the reflection in a cup to watch the two people behind him.
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