"Let me see."

Wincent Sullivan walked closer and took a good look.

The map of Inderia on Nathalie Quinlan’s computer was very complete and clear, with every street labeled clearly. Anyone living in Inderia could easily determine the specific location indicated by the red dot.

"This is..." Wincent Sullivan looked left and right, recognizing: "This seems to be the Intercontinental Hotel?"

Uncertain, he turned around and called Agnes Baker over to take a look: "Agnes, check if this place is the Intercontinental Hotel?"

"Just a moment." Agnes Baker also walked over, bent in to carefully distinguish, her willow leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she lifted her head, very sure: "It is the Intercontinental Hotel."

Nathalie Quinlan straightened the laptop, pulling it back to her front: "Williansen Barness is here."

Agnes Baker took a long moment to react, looking incredulous: "Why isn’t he at the research institute but went to the Intercontinental Hotel?"

"No idea." Nathalie Quinlan opened another programming tool and started coding: "Check it out and we’ll know!"

Check?

How to check?

Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan quickly understood what she meant by checking.

Nathalie Quinlan openly hacked into the security system of Inderia’s Intercontinental Hotel right in front of them, checking Williansen Barness’s booking records!

The girl worked skillfully, smoothly, clearly a veteran.

This left Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan speechless.

Aside from the usual services a hotel should have, Inderia’s Intercontinental Hotel also boasts a large underground auction hall.

The security system is not low-ranked!

Even people from the Hacker Alliance can’t say they’ll just hack in like that.

Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan watched Nathalie Quinlan hack into the Intercontinental Hotel’s background with no word, unable to hold back their concern.

"Nathalie, maybe you shouldn’t be so impulsive. We already know Williansen Barness is at the Intercontinental Hotel. Why don’t we figure out another way to ask about his room number together? If you hack in directly and get caught..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when the girl lazily lifted her eyelids, her clear black eyes looking at him defiantly: "I won’t get caught."

Wincent Sullivan was stunned for a moment, not having time to persuade further.

At that moment, the girl had her long, straight legs bent, her half-closed eyes a bit sleepy, saying indifferently: "Don’t worry, they won’t catch me."

While they talked, Nathalie Quinlan had already found out Williansen Barness’s room number.

3303.

Nathalie Quinlan closed her laptop and turned to the two: "He’s at the Intercontinental Hotel, room 3303. You guys stay here, I’ll go take a look."

"No way." Wincent Sullivan had the first reaction, disagreeing, saying seriously: "Going there alone is too dangerous. I’ll go with you."

Nathalie Quinlan raised her eyebrows, initially wanting to say it wasn’t necessary, but her peripheral vision caught the genuine concern on his face, she hesitated, and eventually didn’t refuse.

"Alright, you come with me."

However, she didn’t want to bring another person along, so she calmly said to Agnes Baker: "We’re going to the Intercontinental Hotel to find someone. You go report to the Level 8 Laboratory first."

"I..." Agnes Baker disagreed with this arrangement, wanting to insist on accompanying them.

Wincent Sullivan immediately pressed her shoulder, understanding why Nathalie wanted Agnes Baker to report to the Level 8 Laboratory first: "You just listen to Nathalie’s arrangement. We didn’t have a particularly pleasant encounter with the people from the Level 8 Laboratory yesterday. If none of us goes today, someone might talk behind our backs. You should go, representing our small group."