Was it an operational error? Sophia sneered inwardly. Like an outdated map?
By midnight, the convoy finally reached an important Investigation Bureau hub. They had covered 450 kilometers in more than ten hours.
There was no helping it. That was what snowy weather was like—go a little too fast, and it could mean a wreck and death. Going slowly was safer.
Important hubs were always heavily guarded. When they entered the hub, the guards conducted a thorough inspection.
Checking familiar colleagues was simple, basically a formality—but not checking them was not an option either. Everyone knew intelligence agencies inevitably infiltrated one another.
When they came to Sophia, an unfamiliar face, the guard perked up. Not only did he inspect her carefully from head to toe, but he also groped her with his greasy hands. "What's a little beauty like you doing here?"
Macbeth disliked the guard too, but the man's brother-in-law was a whip for a major political party. So he could only answer, "Classified. Can't tell you. Just guard the gate."
"Classified, my ass." The guard snorted disdainfully, then looked at Sophia. "You little bitch, you disturbed my sleep... Come fuck me in an hour, got it?"
Sophia looked at him with an ambiguous half-smile and said nothing.
"What the fuck is that expression?" The guard raised his hand and slapped at her. "You're already here, so what are you pretending for?"
Unfortunately for him, Sophia dodged the slap with a flash of her body, while considering whether she should make a hand seal.
Feng Jun had given her five Thunderclap Talismans in total. She had hidden three, used one, and still had one on her, so she was not afraid.
"Enough, Xilai," Macbeth spoke up. "She isn't someone you can provoke."
"Can't provoke?" The guard laughed. "Oh, I'm