The Imperial Palace Hotel is famous for its appearance that resembles an ancient palace.

The hotel is not high, with only 12 floors, but the design and decoration are extremely luxurious. The wide doors and windows with complex carvings, the extremely beautiful palace-style roof, and the open-air balconies of the luxurious suites make the Imperial Palace Hotel a popular choice for the rich in Moscow.

He is famous in the circle, and you can see all kinds of luxury cars entering and leaving the hotel every day.

Jack turned the corner and saw the magnificent building in his field of vision.

He did not stop, but walked around the building to check the nearby roads and traffic conditions.

After two laps, Jack parked the car on the side of the road and started walking to observe the surrounding road conditions.

In every mission, as long as time allows, he tries to understand the target and the surrounding situation as much as possible. However, not every mission has as much time as this one.

When he got back into the car again, Jack already had an extra shawarma in his hand.

This thing is a very famous local delicacy in Moscow and is sold everywhere in the streets and alleys.

It's actually a large burrito filled with various ingredients.

Freshly grilled minced chicken, onions, tomatoes, shredded carrots, cucumbers, potato strips, plus a flavorful sauce. Roll it up and bake it for less than 1 minute, so that the pancake is soft and crispy, and you can eat it in one bite

Overflowing with satisfaction!

Jack took a bite and couldn't help but let out a grunt of satisfaction.

It tastes really good.

After a day of flying, he happened to be hungry.

For a foodie, when you come to a new place, of course you must taste the local food if conditions permit.

Food and killing are not in conflict.

After this mission, I'm afraid he won't come to Moscow again in a short time.

Sitting in the car, Jack tasted shawarma while continuing to observe through the rearview mirror.

At the main entrance, the doorman is greeting guests getting off the bus.

Not far away, several idle taxi drivers gathered together and chatted. As they talked, you could see the white breath they exhaled.

Jack looked at his watch and saw that 24 hours had passed. He still had one day, so he was in no rush.

After finishing the shawarma in his hand in a few mouthfuls, Jack started the car and disappeared into the darkness.

The next day, in a high-rise residence next to the Imperial Palace Hotel, Jack was walking in the 7th floor corridor, this time he was holding ice cream in his hand.

He also bought ice cream on the roadside just now. It has a very special taste, alcoholic ice cream.

This thing is the specialty here.

Russian dairy products have a strong milky aroma and are of unparalleled quality. The locals who are good at wine even mix drinks into ice cream, including beer, rum, vodka, red wine, gin, whiskey, and all kinds of flavors.

Yes.

What Jack bought this time was a red wine flavor, which is a hit. After taking a sip, the alcohol that was supposed to be liquid changed form. What he thought was strawberry flavored ice cream fed back to his taste buds was the richness of red wine, which has a unique flavor.

While eating ice cream, Jack checked in the corridors one by one, and finally found a house with bills stuffed under the door. This meant that the family had not been back for a long time.

Jack looked around and saw that there was no one around, took out the tool from his pocket, and after a few clicks, he unlocked the door.

Opening the door, there were some utility bills on the floor. Jack came to a bedroom with a suitable angle. He could see the suite where Pamela Landy lived.

Jack took out a small telescope from his bag.

It was a long wait, but Jack was patient enough.

About an hour later, Pamela Randy's figure appeared in the field of vision of the binoculars. After several hours of observation, Jack determined that there was only the target person in the room.

Putting down the telescope, he decided to take action tonight. If possible, he would like to time the action at night, as the night would provide him with better cover.

At night, under the twilight, the Empire Palace Hotel is brightly lit like a real palace, with luxury cars coming and going from time to time at the door.

A Lada slowly drove into the hotel's underground parking lot. After twisting and turning in the parking lot, it finally stopped in an inconspicuous corner.

Turn off the engine, turn off the lights, and the car becomes dark. Jack slowly screws on the silencer, then inserts the Glock 18 into the gun bag, and then checks the micro syringe in the cuff. The ricin inside is fine.

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Open the door and get off.

Entering the elevator and pressing Floor 7, Jack lowered his head slightly. The baseball cap on his head could just cover the camera in the elevator.

……

CIA, "stumbling block" office area

The picture in front of Jack was simultaneously displayed on the big screen in front of the office area. This time, the command center rarely turned on video synchronization. Not only Conklin's team was watching, but also Ward Albert.

All technical support is provided by local liaison Nikki. At this moment, in a secret room in Moscow, the video broadcast equipment is working, with red and green indicators flashing, and the same video is playing on the computer in front of Nikki.

Screen.

The elevator stopped on the 7th floor. Jack stepped out of the elevator. The soft carpet was very comfortable to step on and made him walk without making any sound.

"Good evening, sir~~"

A waiter pushing a dining cart greeted Jack in a friendly manner as he passed by. Higher-end hotels basically have this requirement. No matter what you are doing, you must say hello to guests when you see them.

Jack also nodded.

Continuing forward, Pamela Landy's room is the first one around the corner.

Jack continued walking. In the corridor, another waiter pushing a luggage trolley happened to turn the corner. When he saw Jack, he nodded with the same smile, and at the same time pulled the trolley to one side, signaling Jack to pass first.

Jack glanced at the waiter, who had a humble smile on his face. Jack's eyes swept over him, and suddenly he felt something was wrong, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.

This feeling became stronger and stronger. As he passed by, a picture suddenly flashed in Jack's mind, and then he punched the waiter on the side of the neck without warning.

The waiter was suddenly attacked and fell down softly without any reaction.

Jack caught his body, put it down, and began to search, while looking at both ends of the corridor with vigilant eyes.

A moment later, he had a gun and an intercom device in his hand, all of which were found from the waiter.

After disassembling the gun and throwing it away, and putting away the communicator, Jack turned around and ran towards the location of the fire stairs in his memory.

"What happened? What's going on?"

Nikki's slightly surprised inquiry came from the special earphone, and many people at the CIA headquarters also had the same idea.

"Something's wrong, there was something wrong with that waiter just now."

"???"

"I'm going to cut off communication. I'll contact you again when it's safe."

Without waiting for a reply, Jack had already cut off the communication and the screen went black.

Nikki is confused, what is going on?

Jack sensed danger at the scene?
Chapter completed!