The streets early in the morning were quiet, empty of people and the lights glowed with loneliness.

A shadow suddenly emerged from the greenery by the kerb. It limped across the road, past a grass patch, and then came to a house.

The Germans and the CIA were all looking for Xia Lei but he was right under their noses.

Xia Lei went around to the back of the house. He used a metal wire to open a window, and he clambered through the window, into the house.

The house was big. The fittings, furniture, appliances and so on were all top quality. It wasn’t difficult to see that this was a middle class German home.

Xia Lei went past the living room, and into the kitchen. He found a bottle of juice and a cooked sausage in the refrigerator. He didn’t bother washing his hands or use any dining etiquette. He grabbed the sausage and shoved it in his mouth, then washed it down with a mouthful of juice. He was starving.

Several minutes later, Xia Lei finished stuffing his belly. He went cautiously up to the second floor. His left eye twitched when he came to a room door, and what was going on in the room immediately entered...