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Belmode's plan was going well, and after Silla confirmed to her that she didn't need to take action for the time being, she temporarily put aside these things, and then focused on her task.

As if she had told Bellmode, she planned to arrange for Curacao to enter the police as an undercover agent, but the problem is that the police is not such an easy organization to enter.

Taking advantage of this time, she still needs to sort out her contacts.

It is best to minimize the impact of Curacao.

Thinking of this, she took out her mobile phone, swiped through the address book, and began to look for relationships that she could use.

Before she could free her hand, Belmode, who said earlier that she didn't need her help, overturned.

Sira looked at the caller ID, and after pondering for a while, it was connected quickly.

"Call me suddenly at such a late hour, I'm assuming it's not because of the long night, you can't sleep alone?"

The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded very weak, and she was not in the mood to echo Sira's teasing.

"...something happened, I need your help." Belmode said, his voice was intermittent and there were a few gasps.

"Where are you?"

Hearing that Belmode was not joking, Silla's face became serious.

She looked at the time and lowered her voice to ask.

Belmode on the other end of the phone quickly reported an address, and Silla had already changed into a black leather jacket and a black helmet, and rode a Harley.

"I'll be right there."

As she said so, she sent a few messages before she set off, and she appeared in front of Belmode three or ten minutes later.

Looking at the white-haired Japanese man with a fierce face in front of him, Sira pushed up the windshield, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

She looked up and down the disfigured Belmode, who looked a little embarrassed, and her tone was a little disappointed.

"...It's really only you..."

Belmode, who heard her words, couldn't help but have black lines all over his head.

"Emotions, do you think I was captured by the FBI, so asking you for help is just a trap to lure you?"

"This possibility is not ruled out." Sira looked up and down at Belmode, and then threw her a helmet.

"Remove your disguise and get in the car."

Belmode did as she said, although she was still a little aggrieved when she got into the car.

He obviously rolled his eyes at her when he stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around the opponent's waist.

What did Sira take her for?

Even if she overturned the car, she wouldn't agree to cooperate with the FBI to trick another shark into it!

Besides, even if you want to lie to her, you won't lie to Silla. She will definitely lie to rum or gin.

...Oh, by the way, Gin isn't in New York right now.

Rum wasn't there either.

Hey!

"Here we are." Silla did not bring Belmode back to their previous base, but rode Harley and turned left and right in the alley to a warehouse that the other party was not familiar with.

"Go in." Silla rode the bike directly into the warehouse, and then signaled Belmod to get off.

"...Where is this place?" Belmode looked at the warehouse he was completely unfamiliar with, and then looked at Sira, who only had a pair of blue eyes in the dark helmet in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of being deceived by the other party. The sense of crisis of the shark in the alley.

"Abandoned warehouse." Silla didn't know Belmode's sudden magical thoughts, so she got out of the car and took off the helmet.

"Hurry up, take off all your clothes."

"..."

No, what are you doing? !

Seeing that Belmode, who brought himself to the empty and abandoned warehouse, and then suddenly made such a questionable speech, stood still, looked at Sira with raised eyebrows, and a series of dangerous thoughts began to jump out of his mind inappropriately. words.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up, we have to go somewhere else after changing."

Sira, who didn't know that there was a pile of strange waste rolling in Belmode's mind at the moment, looked at the other party's slow movements and couldn't help but fished out a few packages from the corner of the warehouse, and then unpacked a set of clothes from them and threw them past.

Seeing the black hoodie in his hand, Belmode realized that Sira was planning to take her hijab to change her appearance before running to the new stronghold, not to stage some untimely events here. Drama.

"Put the changed clothes in." Watching Belmode catch the clothes he threw, he put on all the clothes neatly and threw the empty bag over, watching the other party stuff all the changed clothes into the bag. After leaving, he signaled her to get in the car quickly.

She pulled out a black Chevrolet parked in the warehouse.

"...You are really thoughtful in preparing..."

Seeing Sira driving the car and blasting the warehouse they had just used without hesitation, Belmode was as quiet as a chicken.

It took a while before she seemed to find her voice again.

Then she stared at Silla beside her with an indescribably subtle look.

Obviously New York is her base camp...

Why didn't she know that Sira held so many safe points that could be used at one time?

"Isn't this a basic operation?"

Hearing Belmode's emotion, Silla didn't think too much. While driving, she observed whether there were any suspicious people around her, and then she was distracted and finally asked Belmode about the rollover problem.

"Speaking of which, didn't you swear to me before that it would be fine? Why doesn't it seem that the mission is not going well, and it seems that the FBI almost got it?"

At this moment, she turned her head and glanced at Belmode beside her, seeing that his water green eyes showed a little shame because of her words.

Ah, it's so beautiful.

As she thought of this, a pair of deep purple eyes flashed in her mind, and those eyes forced to fade away the inappropriate emotion in her mind.

"What else can it do? A rollover is a rollover." Belmode didn't notice Sira's distraction for a moment. After hearing the other party's question, she sighed deeply, and then stretched out her hand to touch her cheek.

"That man Akai Shuichi is a real dog."

As she said that, she finally showed an indignant expression.

"Even if I used the identity of that shark maniac to approach him, I thought he would let his guard down, but I didn't expect that man to be pretending. He is very cunning."

Even though she pretended to be shot and knelt down on the ground, the man was still able to delay her for several minutes until his teammates almost surrounded her...

Also, didn't the FBI and NYPD (New York Police) have a bad relationship?

Why is that FBI investigator still able to call NYPD?

Belmode thought that the man was able to fight so hard that he had the upper hand, and he still dragged his teammate to arrive before slowly approaching him, and his teeth were almost crushed.

The main reason was that the man's cautious style reminded her of another doggy man who she flirted with for a long time but was laughed at instead.

"Ah... so to speak, it's really difficult." Hearing Belmode's complaint, Silla didn't show much surprise.

She had fought with Akai Hideichi before, but she failed to keep him anyway.

Of course, she didn't deny that it was because she didn't use her supernatural ability.

But she can't use supernatural powers to deal with an ordinary person...

Shira, whose real name is Natsume Yui, is a person with supernatural powers.

This should be the biggest secret she has kept to this day.

Anyway, she is a person with supernatural powers who has not recovered from serious injuries and has not been able to use her supernatural powers well until now. Even if she is an ordinary person at the moment, she is very confident.

With that in mind, she glanced at her phone again.

Several names lying quietly in the address book have no sign of contact until now.

"...Speaking of which, I have a question for you."

Until it was confirmed that it was safe, Belmode finally came back to his senses.

She looked at Sira with very suspicious eyes, and finally asked that question beyond her control.

"The distance between me and you shouldn't need to be 10 minutes away...Who are you..."

What did you do during this time?

"Ah, that ah..."

Hearing Belmode's words, Silla parked the car in an underground garage, then looked at her and grinned.

"I arranged for some people to investigate the situation."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Belmode's eyes went dark, like falling into a nightmare.

"That is to say... you just watched me hide and hide in that place alone for 10 minutes before riding out to meet me?"

Hearing Belmode's question, Sira frowned and shook her ponytail, and then gave her a puzzled expression.

"I didn't even count 10 minutes..."

it is good.

She retracted her foreword.

This woman is a real dog!