The clock quietly pointed to ten thirty.
Maurice was still dazing in his room on the third floor of the motel.
It was still noisy outside the room, growing more intense as the night deepened.
He was still waiting for the agreed transaction call. But what actually came through was a cold and brief notice from an FBI agent, "Maurice, the operation is over, you can go home now."
"Over?" Maurice let out a sigh of relief, mixed with a vague sense of loss. He asked, "Did you catch the trader?"
The FBI agent did not answer directly, only leaving a sentence, "It's not something you need to worry about." The call was then cut off, leaving a cold busy tone.
Maurice held the phone, the tension and excitement receding from his mind, replaced by a sense of depression and powerlessness.
A few days ago, he received a mysterious call. The other party offered a million US dollars to buy sensitive technology from 'Apocalypse Creatures'. He was indeed tempted.