Published: March 2, 2025
Noida Hotel, well, overall, in New Delhi, it can only be said to be quite standard—neither a name that stands out nor one of the top hotels, but at least it is luxurious and comfortable.
This is just a very ordinary luxury hotel.
Of course, beneath this ordinariness, the term "Huazi Hotel," which is even more common, draws even less attention.
However, none of this is the main point; the point is that after the apocalypse, hotels like this... it’s surprising that they can still make money!
So, when Wen Yu stepped into Noida Hotel, all he saw was an empty lobby and a front desk with a face full of despair.
“Hello, sir, do you have any needs?”
The tall, Indian front desk clerk, who could be considered beautiful by Indian aesthetic standards, respectfully said to Wen Yu, her eyes sparkling with an indescribable charm. It seems this front desk lady might have a side job as well.
“I’m looking for Wang Chenglin.”
Wang Chenglin, a Huaxia spy, was the name given by the military along with the rendezvous address.
“Please wait a moment.”
The front desk clerk smiled politely at Wen Yu and picked up a communicator to dial a number.
As for Wen Yu, he had no intention of eavesdropping; he merely wandered aimlessly in the lobby, casually admiring the decor of the entire hotel lobby.
Until a hurried footstep sounded from behind him.
“Sir.”
A soft voice came from behind.
Wen Yu turned around and then furrowed his brows.
“Wang Chenglin? Shouldn’t he be a man?”
It was understandable for Wen Yu to have such doubts. When the military reported the rendezvous location and the agent's information to him, there was indeed a photo of Wang Chenglin.
And the young, well-dressed, beautiful Chinese woman in front of him clearly couldn’t be Wang Chenglin.
“Sir, there’s been a problem.”
The woman said respectfully and then made a gesture inviting Wen Yu to follow.
It seemed inappropriate to discuss details downstairs, yes, that should be the meaning.
The buzzing sound resonated in the elevator.
After Lin Na pressed the buttons inside the elevator, she turned her head, glancing at Wen Yu with her peripheral vision, not too obvious, yet not abrupt.
Lin Na, a member of the Huaxia spy organization stationed in India, had the public identity of the general manager of Noida Hotel in New Delhi. This time, due to Wang Chenglin's sudden disappearance, she was specially assigned to be the liaison agent with Wen Yu.
Also issued along with her assignment was the detailed objective and specific plan for the mission.
Thinking of the support dispatched by the Huaxia military, Lin Na felt a sense of disorientation.
Sequence Two…
Wen Yu…
As a member of the spy organization, Lin Na naturally understood the significance of this name—it represented one of the strongest powers in the world.
Thus, the necessary respect was indispensable.
And the curiosity that comes with it was also considerable.
Mixed thoughts filled her mind until the “ding” of the elevator announced it had reached the top floor.
“Sir, please follow me.”
Lin Na said respectfully, then stepped out of the elevator first.
A delicate coffee was placed in front of Wen Yu. Sitting on a comfortable sofa, Wen Yu leisurely picked up the coffee and took a sip before focusing on the main issue—this was not because he was uninterested in the mission; rather, with his current strength, as long as the military could provide the specific location of Lahar, the rest was merely a matter of making a trip for him.
Underestimating the enemy was certainly not an option, but underestimating oneself was also not a good habit.
Therefore, what appeared to be a complex and secret task was just a simple errand for Wen Yu.
“Let’s talk about it, what exactly happened?”
A plain voice emerged, and in response to Wen Yu, there was a large stack of documents.
Standing beside him, almost like a secretary, Lin Na spoke with a respectful tone: “This is my identity information; you can take a look at it first, sir.”