The Reaper Program

The Bodyguard Chief shook his head, a little dazed. He thought one of his men was acting strangely today, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

But finding the Assistant was the most urgent thing now. The Vice President certainly wouldn't want the outside world learning about his situation.

Nearly two minutes passed, and the Bodyguard Chief still hadn't heard back from his bald subordinate over the Radio. That was unacceptable.

Only then did he finally react. He rushed to the bathroom window and looked around outside.

The Bald Man who was supposed to have gone after the Traitor was hanging upside down on the outer wall of the Hotel, stark naked. The bitter wind high above the ground had covered the poor guy's hair with a thin layer of frost in just a few minutes.

But the poor guy's condition didn't earn any sympathy from the Bodyguard Chief. On the contrary, he felt even colder inside than the man being buffeted by the wind. He was in deep trouble...

Ethan Hunt tore off his mask and ditched his suit jacket. As he passed through the Hilton Hotel's Main Hall, he picked up a coat from a Luggage Cart and calmly walked over to the Receptionist.

As the Receptionist looked at him inquisitively, Ethan Hunt handed over his passport. A charming smile spread across his handsome face as he said in English with an Italian accent, "Alessandro Briani. I reserved a suite..."

Under the Receptionist's eager gaze, Ethan Hunt got his room Key. Then he turned and watched a crowd of Black-Clad Bodyguards rush out of the Hotel, searching everywhere for suspicious targets.

A car that started up in a hurry and sped off in one direction caught their attention. A bunch of Black-Clad Bodyguards shouted as they