He carried a black plastic bag to the safe, entered the code, placed the bag inside, then turned and left.
Throughout the process, he showed no signs of abnormality, nor did he glance at David and Nisen sitting not far away, as if he had just done something trivial.
"Keep a close eye on him..."
The bait was set, and David knew the spy would show up before long.
But he dared not let his gaze wander, fearing that he might give away something out of the ordinary, still pretending to focus intently on the newspaper.
Soon, 20 minutes had passed.
During this time, some travelers also went to the lockers to deposit or retrieve items, but locker number 46 remained untouched.
Just as David and Nisen started to wonder if they had been exposed.
A Caucasian woman appeared in front of the lockers.
Her figure was incredibly graceful, her steps as light as willow fluff, and every move she made exuded elegance and calm.
