During the conversation, Yasen instinctively pulled out his phone and tilted it at the cat's eye, using the camera to observe the situation outside.
This action surprised even himself.
He glanced down at the corkscrew in his hand. Despite years of military and police service experience, he had never encountered such detailed counter-surveillance and unrestricted close combat training; it already had a hint of intelligence agent tactics.
"I really don't know what I've been through..."
Four or five men and women in suits and ties gathered in front of the door, led by a white man holding a fruit basket.
He had seen this person when the convoy arrived at the hotel; he seemed to be from Panama Airlines.
"Hello, Mr. Yasen, we're from the Panama Airlines crash investigation team. We heard from Mr. Bolton that you made a lot of efforts for the safety of the passengers during the crash incident, so we wanted to thank you in person."
"Please wait a moment."
