In the Presidential Suite, Russell held the cat in one arm and pounded on the door with the other. He had merely gone out for a stroll and completed the mission. It was almost embarrassing to say.
But there was nothing he could do about it. Who told him to be so outstanding?
The door opened, and Duan Xinlan's eyes lit up when she saw Russell. Half a second later, she stepped aside with a wronged expression, looking exactly like a little maid bullied by the principal wife.
"..."
Russell's face darkened. He had a feeling Duan Xinlan was deliberately courting trouble. No matter how magnanimous Supergirl was, she would blow up at that look.
When that happened, Duan Xinlan would be unable to get out of bed with broken legs, while Russell would be unable to get out of bed with a broken waist.
Two separate beds!
Inside, Jian Shaoxin and Supergirl were still gathering intelligence. One watched the news on TV, while the other sat with a laptop and yawned nonstop.
The situation was about what Russell had expected. The three women had worked overtime all night and still found nothing.
Supergirl turned around and saw Russell sprawled on the sofa, petting the cat. Puzzled, she asked, "I told you to gather intelligence. Why did you bring back a cat? Where did you pick it up?"
"The morgue!"
"..." x3
The room fell silent for three seconds. Then Supergirl suddenly understood. "Why did you go to the morgue? Did you find the plot?"
The moment she said it, Jian Shaoxin shot to her feet in delight before the computer. IMAX-3D. The visual impact was stunning.
It had been a while since he had seen her. Her pectorals had become even more outrageous!
With Supergirl beside him, Russell only