Zhang Lisheng could hear a sense of unusual implication of shock in his tone but he merely smiled and said nothing.
In a small conference room in the human gathering place's bunker room on Shrimp B1 Island, Cole looked at the skinny and young Asian man's smiling face on the flickering image projected on the wall. Suddenly, he released the button on the communication device and asked his adjutant, "Harton, this guy is really mysterious. Do you think he knows that we're watching him?"
