Chapter 150: A Tricky Situation!

As the first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains and fell upon the soft, sprawling bed, Liao Tong opened her eyes and woke up. Although the lovemaking last night had lasted until late, and could even be described as frantic or unbridled, the emptiness that followed such fulfillment still lingered deep within her heart. Having slept for only a few hours, she woke up early, her face bearing a trace of languid, exquisite beauty accompanied by a hint of haggardness. Glancing at Wang Zheng, who was still fast asleep beside her, she gently kissed his cheek, extricated herself from his encircling arm, raised her torso from the warm covers, put on her pajamas, and left the bedroom.

With a flutter of apprehension in her heart, Liao Tong approached the door. For some reason, despite her usual decisive nature, she hesitated at this moment. As her hand slowly closed around the doorknob, her heart began to hammer wildly against her ribs. A moment later, Liao Tong finally opened the door. Just like yesterday, an envelope lay quietly on the floor outside, with no one in sight. Picking it up, Liao Tong immediately shut the door.

"How is it?"

Just as Liao Tong turned around, a voice suddenly sounded, startling the tense woman. Upon seeing that the person standing before her was Wang Zheng, she patted her chest with her hand and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"You scared me to death!"

"Don't be so scared. Be natural, relax, just act like usual!" Wang Zheng pulled Liao Tong into his embrace and comforted her. He had already sensed her movement the moment she got out of bed. Life in Africa had trained him in the special ability to perceive the slightest stirring of the wind around him even while asleep. And of course, there was a man's sixth sense!

Liao Tong leaned against Wang Zheng's chest, feeling the harbor-like peace. After slightly easing her tense nerves, she waved the envelope in her hand at him, then took Wang Zheng by the hand and returned to the bedroom.

Following the method used last time, Liao Tong translated the code on the letter.

Home!?!

A series of codes translated into a single location—Liao Tong's home! Could their intention be to have Wang Zheng's information left at her house so they could retrieve it themselves?

"Where have you been passing information in the past few times?" Wang Zheng looked at Liao Tong and asked.

"The locations varied. Sometimes at a restaurant, sometimes at the television station. As for the home, this is the first time," Liao Tong replied. "I only knew one person, but after that person was persuaded, they completely vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air. After that, I never saw any of them whenever information was passed!"

Hearing Liao Tong's words, doubts arose in Wang Zheng's mind. If their intention was to have Liao Tong leave the information at home and retrieve it themselves, entering and leaving the residential compound would easily be captured by security cameras, followed by an investigation that could easily lead to this person's identity. But Wang Zheng knew that the spy should be well aware of this as well. Once that happened, the target would inevitably be exposed.

Perhaps they truly trusted Liao Tong, believing she would never betray them!

It was hard to say for sure; Wang Zheng did not dare to make wild guesses. After all, this was no trivial matter—it concerned Liao Tong's personal safety. If something actually went wrong, there were no regrets to be bought in this world.

"Can you be sure how many people are on the other side? And are they just an organization behind the scenes, or another country?" Wang Zheng asked again.

"I don't know," Liao Tong looked at Wang Zheng apologetically, feeling truly sorry that she couldn't help him at a time like this. After all, this whole affair had been triggered by her.

Liao Tong's utter ignorance of the opposing party's situation made it difficult for Wang Zheng to make a move. If there were many people, Wang Zheng could not act rashly. Someone would come to fetch the documents, and there would inevitably be lookouts outside. Alerting the enemy would place Liao Tong in grave danger. As for the nature of the spies—whether they were an organization or a country... if it were an organization, perhaps Wang Zheng could handle them through certain connections. If it were a country... the difficulty would be immense.

Wang Zheng was not worried about a failed capture, but rather the danger a failure would bring to Liao Tong. Moreover, since the other party was asking Liao Tong for Wang Zheng's information and could deliver the envelope right to her doorstep, it was very likely that Wang Zheng and Liao Tong were already under their surveillance. Even if they weren't monitored the entire time, they certainly knew that Wang Zheng had spent the night at Liao Tong's place. If Wang Zheng did not leave this place, the other party definitely would not come in to retrieve the documents. Yet if Wang Zheng left, it would add a certain degree of difficulty to the capture because there was no way to know which of the people walking out of the building was the target you were looking for.

Tricky!

Back in the day when Wang Zheng operated solo in Africa, he had nothing to fear, but now that he had a woman by his side, he had become somewhat bound and hesitant.

It seemed he could only rely on himself to solve this.

"Just go to work as usual, and leave the rest to me!" To keep Liao Tong from worrying, Wang Zheng looked at her with a confident expression and said. Even if the capture failed, it didn't matter much—wasn't it just a file anyway? He had made it all up himself anyway, and who knew, there might even be unexpected gains later.

"Will this really work?"

"I said it will work, so it definitely will work. Even if it won't work, it still will!" Wang Zheng said with absolute confidence, then pulled Liao Tong into his arms and kissed her fiercely, using kisses to banish her worries. A kiss was indeed a great sedative and anesthetic!

Wang Zheng left first, drove his car back to the building where he lived in Huamei Residential Compound, but without entering his apartment, he took a taxi and left the compound once more, disappearing into the stream of traffic. Liao Tong sat quietly at home. When she received Wang Zheng's phone call, she followed his prior instructions: she placed the notebook containing Wang Zheng's information on the table, maintained a completely ordinary composure just like any other day, and left home, heading toward the television station. According to Wang Zheng's conjecture, Liao Tong's superior wanted Wang Zheng's information for two purposes. First, they wanted to understand Wang Zheng's identity and find out why Liao Tong had been walking so closely with him lately—a point Liao Tong had already explained in that file. Second, Liao Tong's superior had begun to doubt Liao Tong's motives and wanted to test whether what she said was true or false by verifying Wang Zheng's identity. For a professional spy organization, investigating a person's background and records was not a difficult task. Thus, it could be anticipated that of these two objectives, the latter carried a heavy weight. This precisely demonstrated the perilous situation Liao Tong was in.

On the rooftop of a twenty-four-story high-rise, Wang Zheng stood holding a high-powered telescope. From this angle, he had a direct view of Liao Tong's living room. The documents on the table were also within his line of sight. When everything was ready, he called Liao Tong, who was still at home, and instructed her to proceed according to the original plan. After a while, Liao Tong was seen walking out of the building entrance, full of vigor and wearing a brand-new outfit.

Wang Zheng drove around the city for a long time. Only after making absolutely sure that no one was following him did he arrive at the observation spot he had chosen the night before. High vantage point, superb perspective, everything under control! Holding the telescope, Wang Zheng not only kept a close eye on the notebook on the table in Liao Tong's home, but also scanned for any suspicious individuals in front of the building. He could see others with absolute clarity, but as for others seeing him... who would ever pay attention to the rooftop of a twenty-story-plus high-rise? Moreover, Wang Zheng was extremely cautious and did not expose his head unless standing near a taller building—though according to his previous observations, these twenty-four floors were already the tallest buildings in the vicinity.

Time ticked away second by second, and everything remained peaceful. The notebook bearing Wang Zheng's information still lay quietly there on the table, untouched, let alone taken away.

This was a long process, because no one knew when the other party would appear. This placed a very strict demand on Wang Zheng: he had to remain constantly vigilant of the situation in Liao Tong's home for an hour, several hours, or even longer. A momentary lapse in concentration, and the event might happen in just one or two short seconds.

Though demanding, this could not stump Wang Zheng. Back in the day in Africa, in order to snipe a target, he could lie motionless in one spot for ten hours with an exceptionally high level of focus. Compared to those days, the present task was much easier for him.

To keep himself calm and relaxed, Wang Zheng had bought breakfast before coming here. Therefore, he was currently observing while eating, managing both simultaneously and building up his physical reserves for the potential special event that might occur at any moment.

The weather in early August in Jinghua City was already scorching, with the blazing sun hanging high in the sky. If Wang Zheng had not long been accustomed to such intense heat, he probably would have been baked into a dried fish fillet by now.

At exactly ten o'clock, a figure suddenly appeared in the living room of Liao Tong's home. Wang Zheng concentrated intensely and immediately adjusted the telescope's magnification for a clearer view. However, that person kept their back turned to Wang Zheng on the distant high-rise the entire time. A rare profile view revealed only that the person was wearing a mask, so even if they turned to face forward, Wang Zheng wouldn't be able to make out their features. The only thing he could determine with certainty was that the intruder was likely a male, because he wore men's clothing and moreover... his chest was too flat!