119, Palm Street. 

“Where should the meeting be?” Thompson voiced his question cautiously to the man opposite him. Till this moment, the general still had no idea who this biracial youth was. 

Xia Lei offered no answer, seemingly deep in thought. 

“Is this the place?” Thompson made his own assumption. 

Xia Lei finally spared him some attention. “Are you well acquainted with her? What excuse would you use to invite her over?” 

Two questions. 

Thompson had to mull over it for a moment. “Since the launch of Project Shepherd, she has frequented Area 51 to check on the progress. I think I can consider myself an acquaintance of hers. But an excuse to invite her out would require some crafting.” 

Xia Lei reminded, “She’s very cunning and exceptionally paranoid. If you don’t give her a believable excuse, she would suspect you of foul play. I seriously think you should consider your excuse carefully.” 

Thompson nodded and began to ponder. His brows were knitted with concentration. Brain fixated on the mental image of Hattori Mei and the twenty million USD,...