Ivanova walked into the restaurant on time. In order to make tonight's date more perfect, she specially dressed up before coming. Her exquisite eyeliner and seductive red lips, and her bold and unrestrained dress outlined her perfect figure.
With her curvy figure, she attracted the attention of many people on the way here.
She doesn't dislike that kind of look. As a "swallow" with special means, attracting this kind of look is the first step to her success.
The waiter at the door of the restaurant was still the male waiter wearing old-fashioned glasses and a pair of beautiful purple-gray droopy eyes. She winked at him, and he took a step back with a reserved look on his face and smiled awkwardly.
"My surname is Hunter. I have reserved a private room at 7 o'clock tonight, and I have a male companion." Ivanova stopped in front of him.
Unlike Japanese women who are petite and admire cuteness, she is tall and her exposed arms and thighs are strong and strong. When wearing high heels, she is a little taller than the waiters in front of her.
"Are you Miss Hunter? Your male companion has arrived. I will take you there now."
Ivanova nodded slightly and followed the waiter with an honest look. Her professional habits made her look around subconsciously, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a man sitting at the window.
He is white, with a plaster on his shoulder. He is about 1.8 meters tall, of medium build, and shows signs of exercise. The knife is placed on the left side of the plate. He is most likely left-handed...
The black pepper juice on the plate in front of him has completely solidified. Considering the indoor temperature here, he may have stayed there for a long time... Could he be waiting for someone?
She made some quick judgments.
As an agent, it is instinct to always be vigilant and suspicious. If she had been too careless, she would have died long ago, or, like the stupid man in the private room, she would have been completely deceived without knowing anything.
Ivanova's high heels stepped on the non-slip floor tiles, making a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the restaurant.
The man looked over, his expression was stunned, and he suddenly stood up and walked straight towards the door.
The waiter continued to walk forward as if he didn't notice anything, passing him by; Ivanova followed the waiter, shifting her gaze, trying to quietly take a look at this strange man.
The two people's eyes met unexpectedly. This weird guy suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm. She was startled and was about to break away from him, but he leaned into her ear and whispered:
"The tattoo on your chest is so beautiful...Miss Yanzi."
Ivanova's eyes widened, she stopped and turned around, watching helplessly as the man opened the door and left with a strange smile.
She noticed that the man was wearing a rather long coat on his upper body, with the hem hanging down to the middle of his thighs, just enough to cover the strange... bulge on his side that looked like a gun holster.
"Wait a moment."
When she was about to reach the private room, Ivanova stopped the waiter in front of her.
"What's wrong, Miss Hunter?" The waiter turned back with a confused expression.
Ivanova looked at his expression carefully. This man looked like an ordinary person. The man just spoke at such a low volume that it was impossible for her to hear clearly what he said.
"I feel a little uncomfortable." She showed a fragile smile. She knew very well how to use her appearance to win the favor and sympathy of the opposite sex. She begged pitifully: "Please go and explain to my male partner, I want to go back.
Already."
The male waiter stood there motionless and said hesitantly: "He is inside. You can talk to him yourself."
Ivanova cursed in her heart, and was about to continue pretending to be weak. Her eyes fell on the closed doors of the two private rooms at the same time, and her heart suddenly sank.
"Is there someone in the other private room too?"
"It has been booked by a foreigner since 5 o'clock. He didn't order food when he came..." the waiter said distressedly.
Ivanova's face changed drastically.
Has she been exposed? The CIA wants to lead someone to ambush her in two private rooms?
Although this is a Russian restaurant, it has nothing to do with the organization behind her. She chose this place just because she wanted to eat food from her hometown.
It was no longer safe for her here. Ivanova refused to continue playing the role of a pitiful and weak woman, turned around and strode out of the restaurant.
Looking at her hurriedly leaving figure, the male waiter's distressed expression slowly faded away, and he added lightly in a cold and emotionless voice:
"The gentleman's name is Hansen Hoover. Although he reserved a private room, he chose to sit outside by the window, ordering and dining there...I didn't lie."
His words seemed to be spoken to himself, and no one else could hear him.
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Another waiter in the restaurant saw Toru Amuro standing in front of the private room without moving, so he came over and asked him: "What's wrong with you?"
"The lady who booked the private room suddenly left, but her boyfriend has been waiting inside for a long time." Toru Amuro gestured to him to look at one of the closed private rooms, "I still have to explain to the gentleman..."
Halfway through his words, the door of the private room suddenly opened, and Haspel, who had been inside for nearly half an hour, walked out angrily.
His eyes were red and his expression was extremely terrifying. The two waiters shut their mouths in unison, not knowing what he was going to do.
Haspel walked up to Toru Amuro and grabbed his collar:
"That bitch...woman, where did she go?" He turned his gaze and fell on the empty seat by the window that he hadn't had time to clear up. "And that man, where did he go?!"
"Ms. Hunter said she felt unwell and left a few minutes ago. As for the gentleman who left before her... please calm down and don't use violence in the restaurant." Toru Amuro did not pull his wrist to get rid of him.
He just pointed to the surveillance camera above the restaurant with an innocent face.
"What I said is true. Look, there is surveillance there. If you don't believe it, you can go by yourself..."
Haspel loosened his grip on Amuro Toru's collar, and used his other hand to hold the phone until it made a rattling sound. He looked at the door of the restaurant with gloomy eyes, as if he had seen something he didn't want to see through there.
One scene...he left the restaurant with a livid face.
Seeing the dangerous person leaving, another waiter who had just been too frightened to say anything dared to approach: "Amuro, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Toru Amuro stood firm and calmly straightened his torn collar.
"This kind of customer is really... Hey, you are about to get off work, go back and take a rest." The colleague frowned and condemned, "I will explain this matter to the boss, but you are bullying people like this."
"It's okay. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning after finishing my work. There's no need to bother the boss so much."
Toru Amuro smiled gently, comforted his colleagues a few more words, and then went to the locker room to change clothes. He had finished his work for the day.
When he took off his waiter's work clothes and changed back into his daily casual clothes, he received an email on his mobile phone.
[I'm at the ramen shop opposite, I'll wait for you to come and order.——crow]