My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife

Late at night.

In a building opposite the Bordeaux, a group of people were quietly waiting in the room.

Two people lay at the window, setting up their guns on the windowsill, eyes pressed to the scopes, closely watching the situation at the Bordeaux Hotel across the street.

But they couldn't see anything.

The lights were off across the street, and the curtains were drawn.

One of them asked, "Boss, we can't see a thing. Are we really going to keep waiting like this? Waiting for them to get up and go to the bathroom? It's already late at night!"

"Yeah, I think we should just rush in. I think our employer is being too cautious, there are only two people on the other side, and yet they've equipped us with full military-grade gear. It's overkill!"

"That chick is really something, I could handle her all by myself. Haha, let her taste our big guns!"

"Get outta here, I've already booked her! I'll let you have her when I'm done!"

"Bastard, she's mine, damn you, if you dare touch her, I'll castrate you first!"

Seeing that the group was about to fight over a woman, the leader shouted, "Shut up, all of you!"

With a flash of cold light in his eyes, the leader said in a deep voice, "Do you know why some of our team members died before? Because they thought they were invincible! Do you think you're Iron Man? Fearless of death? Do you think the employer is an idiot? Hiring a bunch of weaklings like us and giving us such good equipment and high commission?"

The group exchanged glances and lowered their heads.

"Let me tell you, according to the intel I've gathered, the person who issued us this mission is likely an A-rank killer. It's inconvenient for him to act, so he hired us. Do you think an A-rank killer's target is an easy one?" the leader said in a deep voice.

"This..."

The group fell silent.

A-rank killer, a level they struggled to even dream of reaching.

Legendary A-rank killers can earn hundreds of thousands to millions in a single commission, while they were still struggling for a living.

But they knew the terrifying power of an A-rank killer.

If the target was really marked by an A-rank, they could not underestimate it.

Someone muttered in a low voice, "If it's someone marked by an A-rank and they hired us, then maybe the target isn't that impressive."

Someone immediately chimed in, "Yeah, he wouldn't give us a mission we can't complete!"

The leader nodded, "True, but all of you stay vigilant. Once we finish this job, we can live it up for a while!"

The others nodded and continued to watch the building across the street.

...

Meanwhile, on the opposite building, a man had quietly slipped out of a room and, from a hidden spot, made his way to the first floor.

This man was Yang Chen.

Yang Chen hid behind a stone pillar, observing the surveillance cameras around, calculating the blind spots, then looked up at the sixth floor.

Yang Chen had long discovered the presence of this group, pinpointing the position of the room and their guards.

Performing a mission was like walking a tightrope, with an abyss below filled with countless arrows.

To survive, one must be cautious, cautious, and more cautious.

When Yang Chen led a mission, he lived like an ascetic.

The body must remain clean, and use of any toiletries was prohibited, as the body must not emit any scent.

Human sense of smell may not be that sharp, but dogs are different!

On the battlefield, training dogs were almost ever-present.

To be discovered by a dog and die was a disgrace for a special guard.

Therefore, Yang Chen insisted on maintaining physical cleanliness and prohibited the use of toiletries to minimize the risk of scent escape. Smoking and drinking were even more forbidden.

To Yang Chen, the Northern Federation soldiers were the easiest guards to eliminate.

Why?

Because they lived in comfort, drank beer, ate barbecue, and smoked cigars!

With a nose full of scent, Yang Chen could tell a Northern Federation guard was coming from a mile away!

Moreover, during combat, there must be no movements that expose oneself.

Why could Yang Chen quickly confirm their positions?

Those senseless fools were smoking in a dark room!

If Yang Chen had a gun now, he could take them out instantly!

Now, Yang Chen had mapped out a route, ready to go up and eliminate this group, and perhaps find out the identity of their employer.

Yang Chen understood well that these people weren't tight-lipped types.

...

Bordeaux Hotel.

Room 506.

Ye Xin stood by the window, slightly lifting the curtain to quietly look outside.

At first glance, Ye Xin was attracted by a red dot on the sixth-floor window opposite.

The red dot flickered, and Ye Xin immediately recognized it was a cigarette!

With the cigarette light, Ye Xin saw the sniper rifle across the street!

Immediately, Ye Xin's heart tightened, she quickly turned around, leaned against the wall, her chest heaving, cold light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

No wonder she heard slight noises earlier, thinking it was just the wind. But out of caution, Ye Xin took a look and saw Yang Chen had leaped out.

The fluidity of Yang Chen's movements left Ye Xin in awe.

If her stomach hadn't ached keeping her awake, she wouldn't have noticed Yang Chen leaving at all.

It seemed Yang Chen had already spotted the people across the street.

As for who they were, Ye Xin was still unclear.

But what she knew was that she couldn't let Yang Chen take the risk alone.

After observing the situation across the street for a while,

Ye Xin immediately left the room.

Soon, Ye Xin also emerged from a corner, quickly heading to the building across the street.

The dark corridor.

Ye Xin was especially cautious.

This floor seemed to have been cleared out, eerily silent, Ye Xin could almost hear her own breathing, her steps exceedingly light to avoid making any sound.

The opposition consisted of several people, clearly organized and disciplined, not to be underestimated.

A good agent isn't just about having strong combat abilities, it's more about caution and data analysis.

In situations where the opponent's strength was unknown, one mustn't let down their guard.

Almost every move Ye Xin made, she needed high confidence.

This time, Ye Xin knew nothing about her opponents.

Ye Xin stealthily approached a room, confirmed the opponent's location, planning to move over quietly.

At this moment, a pair of large hands suddenly grasped her arm.

Startled, Ye Xin was about to counterattack.

But the other hand was seized, and with a strong pull, their faces nearly touched.

In the dim light, Ye Xin saw a familiar face, feeling the other's breath on her cheek.

Then, the person pulled her into another room.

Ye Xin looked at him in surprise, not knowing when he had discovered her, nor when he got behind her without her noticing.

"Yang Chen, you..." Ye Xin began to speak, only to be stopped by Yang Chen.

Yang Chen wore a wry smile, looking at Ye Xin.

He never expected Ye Xin would also follow.