At this moment, Yang Yi was like a blind man, yet there was only a thin paper window in front of him. As long as he pierced through it, he could see the world outside.
But Yang Yi just couldn't pierce through that layer of paper.
The paper window was the cleaner's interference; Yang Yi needed only to make a phone call to solve the problem, but now he had to go to great lengths just to make that call.
Yang Yi looked at the last Russian person, no, perhaps this man wasn't Russian, but he was certainly a spy for Russia.
"Can you contact Russia?"
Yang Yi asked a very crucial question, but the man just shook his head and whispered, "No, I'm an operative, just an operative."
Yang Yi sighed deeply.
He was only responsible for operations, following Cora Giselle's orders to execute some special tasks, such as assassinations, sabotage, or, like now, escorting an important figure to leave, but only responsible for those.
