infinite loop

By the time Brant returned to the guest room, Molo was nowhere to be seen—of course it made sense—he thought so.

All the details and omissions in the small room that could be traced were carefully erased by Moluo, and even the traces of her past visits became nowhere to be found.He scanned every corner of the room with an optical ray scanner, but he didn't find a complete fingerprint, only found a soft golden hair in the quilt, shining in the sun. An erratic and flowing light.

He folded the blond hair and put it in a plastic bag, and put it in his chest pocket.

Molo didn't act like she was faking it when she was drowning... So does this mean that what happened to her is real?

He didn't know whether he should believe that she was betrayed by someone and happened to be saved by him, or that she made great efforts to design and approach him in order to obtain something.

Brant sat on the armchair in front of the bedside table, put his hand on his chin and frowned thoughtfully.

No matter which guess is more likely, he has to admit that Sabine Morrow is a woman who is willing to spend money and has excellent means and outstanding acting skills—her innocent and kind appearance when she is soaked makes him They all lost their usual keen judgment, and they never thought of linking her with the cold-blooded female killer in the database.

Brant began to carefully think about whether he had lost anything in the big search in the room just now, but in the end he found nothing - he didn't lose anything, and all the luggage and objects of all sizes were safely placed when he came. in the house.

This is just so weird...

Could it be that Mo Luo planned all this painstakingly, just to see himself?

Could it be that Mo Luo is... interested in himself?

The arm that held her had an itchy feeling coming out of the bone, he scratched his head and decided to believe this judgment.

——At the same time, Su Li, who was deep above the sea, sneezed for no reason.

The oncoming sea breeze brought chills that invaded the skin, she wrapped herself in a thick woolen blanket, and took a cup of hot tea from the man who claimed to be her "follower".

Not long ago, she was brought out of the hotel by this man, and she didn't even have time to tell William Brant who rescued her.

Later, the man told Su Li with a humble and respectful face that she accidentally fell into the water on the yacht, and originally she was going to Siberia to do a business—that is, to assassinate a person.

Yes, that's right.Sabine Molo, the body she wears, is a world-renowned killer of French beauties.

In fact, this is no different from the secret agents and roadside construction floor tile workers in the previous life. They all rely on selling their physical strength for a living.She could only comfort herself in this way.

But the man also said...

William Brant, in service of the government, was the sworn enemy of himself—and Sabine Morrow.

Then why did he deliberately pick him up when he was dying at the beach?

"Bill." She called the name of the man in front of her who was standing aside with lowered eyebrows, "Where are we going?"

"According to the previous plan, we will go to Hong Kong first, and then fly to Dubai."

The man's dark eyes were so dark that he couldn't see the light, he looked at her calmly and said straightly, "Since you suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, please don't think too much, I will arrange everything for you, Molo Miss."

……

"Post-traumatic stress disorder"—this was his conclusion based on her performance, and of course, she accepted it graciously and naturally.

This "Bill", who claims to be her entourage, has been respectful to her all the way, and his every move is extremely gentlemanly and considerate, as if he is a perfect butler who does his best to take care of everything for his master... But she always feels that something is not right .

She watched Bill pick up the finished cup of black tea and bent down, put the body of the white porcelain cup on the table top of the tea table fixed on the deck, and raised her eyebrows calmly.

She suddenly understood what had been bothering her all this time.

……

On the other hand, William Brant, who was in Moscow, had to admit the fact from the bottom of his heart after checking the surveillance inside the hotel:

Mo Luo is really careful.She not only erased the traces left by herself in the room, but also invaded the hotel's corridor and elevator monitoring system to delete all the pictures of herself appearing.

He has been busy with the computer for a while, but he can only try to restore some of the data that has been completely deleted, but he still hasn't found Mo Luo...

Wait, why did Molo delete the scenes where he didn't appear?

He browsed the recovered data again, and found that the video recorded a scene of a man walking into the hotel with his head down——

Brandt's ten fingers tapped on the keyboard quickly, capturing the clearest frame of image from the screen, and then removing the noise for fine-tuning, and what finally appeared in front of him was an extremely clear but extremely familiar face.

This time his reaction was quick:

This person is the killer Bill Jonathan from Spain, Sabine Morrow's counterpart and one of her most powerful competitors.

...he took Molo from the hotel?

Finally, a faint clue was dug out of the blank space. Brandt threw his spine into the soft sponge back of the armchair, followed by step by step, and logged into the satellite surveillance data network to search for Bill's whereabouts.

As the scope of positioning continued to narrow, his eyes finally focused on a certain point that symbolized an eastern city.

……

After several hours of hard work by boat and car, Su Li was brought to Hong Kong Bay by Bill.She looked around at the calm sea with occasional ripples, the corners of her mouth raised slightly in a smile.

This is Hong Kong, but it’s not the Hong Kong that left the soul-stirring and indelible memories in my memory—there is no Shatterdom, the mecha base here, and there is no little monster beaten by her in the mecha, and there is no sympathy with her. , Rollie Beckett, who felt all her memories and pains, and Chuck Hansen, who gave her passionate kisses and hugs without concealing his affection, but died heroically in the first nuclear explosion.

Once the dusty past was uncovered nakedly, she began to feel a little dull in her heart.

"Please wait for me at the airport, I still have some things to deal with."

After beckoning a taxi and stuffing her in, Bill prepaid the fare to the driver, then turned to Su Li and said, "I'll find you at the airport in an hour, Miss Morrow."

"I see."

Responding perfunctorily, Su Li stretched out his hand and rolled up the car window.

Next, she spoke half-baked Cantonese and tried to chat with the driver.

The drive of more than ten minutes passed quickly, and she got off the car in front of the terminal building, watching the endless stream of people with black hair and yellow skin, the glass turnstile reflected her deep pale face and bright light gold With wavy and curly hair, a sense of incongruity and subtle imbalance hits my heart for a while.

She misses her old body, her old life—but how is she going to get out of here now?

Since Bill said William Brant was her enemy before, she might be able to use him as a breakthrough...

While she was thinking in secret, someone grabbed the wrist hanging by her side, she turned her head in a jerk, and unexpectedly met a pair of blue eyes like the deep sea.

"Brant...?" As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt something hard pressed against her waist. She lowered her eyes slightly without moving her face, and immediately saw clearly that it was a pistol.

...It's just what you want.

"Are you going to kill me?" - if so, as soon as possible.

While being held hostage to a hidden corner of the airport, she turned her head slightly and asked in a relaxed tone.

"I won't kill you."

Brant leaned close to her shoulder, and held her forearm with one hand pretending to be affectionate. His palm, which was constantly sweating, was actually holding the gun tightly, pressing against her waist, not daring to relax for a moment.

"...I can see it."

Su Li concealed the regret hidden in his tone, and hooked his chin towards the hand holding the gun, "Your gun hasn't even been released, Mr. Brandt."

"..."

He couldn't help staring blankly at the pistol, which had no effect, and then put his hand back into his belt.

"Why did you come to see me?" Su Li turned her back to the front, folded her arms and raised her chin and asked.

Brant faced her directly, and kept a safe distance of several meters from her vigilantly. He corrected his expression and asked with a straight face, "I want to know what your purpose was when you came to Siberia to find me."

"I don't know." In fact, I don't think "I" is looking for you——Although Su Li really thought so, she didn't say this.

"I don't know...?" Another possibility immediately appeared in Brant's mind—so he approached her, stared into her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember who you are? "

He thinks that she probably has amnesia—if this assumption is true, the countless incomprehensible things about her behavior when they first met and so on can all be explained.

"I'm Morrow. Sabine Morrow."

She answered clearly.

It is true that Su Li anticipated the speculation brewing in his heart at this time.But in order to use his hands to get rid of herself and die back smoothly, she can't choose an answer that is beneficial to herself.

She added, "The killer from France... I killed one of your agents the day before, if I remember correctly"—that's what Bill told her.

Brant's eyelids twitched, and his eyelashes, which were distinct under the sun, trembled slightly with the frequency of his heartbeat, and he locked his eyes on her eyes without a sound.

His face was too tense, and she couldn't find out whether he believed her, whether he was ready to eliminate her as a dangerous enemy.

But he didn't keep him waiting long—

Soon Brant took half a step back, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked calmly, "Do you speak French?"

—As he had just deduced from the rate of her breathing and the hopeful change in her expression, she was lying.

She didn't think of anything at all.

So he was going to use this question to prove his inference.

……

As expected, the woman on the opposite side looked at him and blinked, but couldn't answer right away.

He tilted his head somewhat triumphantly, and just about to say something out loud, he heard her speak suddenly, her voice may have been deep and hoarse due to the immersion in the sea water, and every syllable was well-proportioned and elegant. :

"Buenos días, seor. (Spanish *good morning, sir*)"

She spoke so fluently and naturally that Brant, who had never learned a word of French, was instantly dumbfounded.

What he didn't know was that Su Li was calm on the surface but was nervous in his heart to fool him with the second foreign language she chose in college. In fact, it was a gamble of luck - she was really lucky today, obviously he couldn't understand French, and he couldn't understand French. Can't understand Spanish.

"you……"

He couldn't believe that he, as the chief analyst, also made a mistake in his judgment, his throat tightened and he just said something, but "Sabine Molo" on the opposite side suddenly pushed him aside without warning, Lifting his feet and turning around towards the direction behind him was a smooth and beautiful side kick!

——The crisp sound of a hard object falling to the ground resounded immediately.

Brant staggered a few steps and immediately stabilized his figure, then looked back quickly.

Bill Jonathan—the black-haired, black-eyed Spanish killer stood behind him expressionlessly, looking down at the suppressed pistol she kicked off at his feet.

The author has something to say: The author has something to say:

My wrist hurts all the time, I thought it would be better after a night of sleep, but I didn’t get better after a lot of sleep... I went to the hospital in the morning and found tenosynovitis... _(:з)∠)_When I was typing, it was so painful OTZ

There is one more update to finish this volume in the evening. Tomorrow (10.2) the open loop is too _(:з)∠)_I said before that I will write the first volume, but I will save it for the second volume or the new article.

Ps The second update at night may last until midnight (the author’s wrist hurts and his hand speed is so slow that it breaks through the sky, and it takes six or seven hours to code a chapter)...but it will still be counted as today’s update, and there will be another update tomorrow .

Pssssssssss What happened to the 4 comments in the previous chapter!Why abandon me! !What's wrong with me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, comment, don't give up the treatment! ! [crying and hugging thighs