Speaking of which, Jiang Yan Hai could understand why so many agents liked hiding things themselves. It was because they lacked a sense of security!
It was not that they did not trust the organization they belonged to. In the intelligence business... sometimes, you did not even know whether your superior department was under enemy control, or whether the enemy was luring you into talking.
Moreover, as an agent, there were often times when it was impossible to contact your superiors. That was when they needed the safe houses they had prepared themselves.
Forget it. Since he had nothing better to do, he could roam around like a squirrel and stash supplies everywhere.
After successfully arriving in Dubai, Jiang Yan Hai casually booked an ordinary hotel. He did not choose any of the top-tier ones, because he still had business to attend to.
Jacques Fraser, one of the CIA's intelligence officers in the Middle East, had another identity that many people did not know about. He was one of Eagle Eye's members—or rather, one of Eagle Eye's senior members.
Even many within Eagle Eye did not know of this identity. Eagle Eye used all sorts of channels every year to launder the money they earned, involving a complete industrial chain.
It was difficult for outsiders to investigate, because Eagle Eye's people remained exceptionally united when facing the outside world. After all, they were the sort where pulling out one radish brought up a whole clump of dirt. If one fell, they would probably all fall.
No one would be softhearted about that.
Of course, publicly, the forty-something-year-old Jacques Fraser was merely a standard, ordinary Intelligence Operative. As for the money in his hands, it had naturally been invested for him through other means.
What was the point of making money