Ethan Stone changed into a low-key black uniform in the car. The long gown and jacket were too conspicuous, and it would be easy to be remembered if he appeared in a place like a hotel.
When he got on the elevator, he was still chewing gum and holding a thick script in his hand. He felt unusually nervous.
He adjusted his breathing. Jack Reid beside him was searching for nearby takeaways: "It's just right to have some porridge in the evening. It warms the stomach."
When they reached the top floor, Ethan Stone stepped out and realized that this hotel was probably not arranged by Guo Baozhen. Director Guo was short of money, so there was no way he would book such an expensive hotel, let alone the presidential suite.
Standing outside the door, he rang the doorbell and a few seconds later, the door opened.
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