Stand-in messenger at the winery

Shaluo and Xingzhao did not get off at the same stop.

She deliberately arranged for the other party to get off the bus two stops later, so as to stagger the time, so that others would not notice that the two were traveling partners.

So Sha Luo, who walked out of the train platform alone, saw this scene:

Bourbon stood closest to him, his short light brown hair seemed to be shining in the sun. Compared with the people around him, he looked like a male college student who came to pick up his girlfriend.

He was also the only one wearing a sea blue shirt. As for the black dress that the organization liked, he only put on a small black vest symbolically.

One must know that even Sha Luo naturally chose a black short coat today.

Look behind him--

Gin was sitting in the car wearing a black windbreaker that has never changed for thousands of years, while Belmode was leaning half on the Harley in a black leather coat, with black sunglasses covering half of his face. Seeing Shaluo looking at her, she smiled He blew a kiss to the girl.

And Zhu Xingda, who was wearing the same jacket as Gin, Sha Luo sized him up and down, and had to admit that no matter how thoughtful this man was, he still had a good skin, especially with his height and shoulders. It's just a natural hanger.

It's no wonder that sister Mingmei was tricked by this guy.

She pulled down the brim of the black beret again, made sure that her long hair was well tied behind her head, then pulled the suitcase and walked towards the group of people.

She doesn't have any means of transportation. Although she can drive, she doesn't have a driver's license.

"Long time no see, Shaluo." Boben wanted to take her luggage, but Shaluo avoided her.

"If I remember correctly, we were still together a week ago." She said indifferently, always feeling that the eyes of Gin sitting in the Porsche were particularly cold.

They are still in front of the noisy station, so it is not easy to use code names to match them.

Porsche, Mazda, and Harley motorcycles were parked side by side in front of Sharo. The handsome men and women standing beside the cars attracted the attention of some passers-by. Fortunately, this is Yokohama, and foreigners are not uncommon. As long as they are not all in black suits, Not too noticeable.

After all, black suits are the privilege and symbol of Port Mafia in Yokohama.

"Now, it's time for you to choose, leader..." Bellmode pulled down his sunglasses a little, revealing his water green eyes, and said meaningfully, "Which car do you want to get in?"

Shaluo swore that Belmode was definitely embarrassing her with this question.

As soon as she finished asking, Gin's eyes were fixed on her, while Bourbon and Zhu Xingda stood beside the car door, as if they were at their disposal.

Sha Luo just hesitated for a while, and Gin impatiently pulled down the window, "How long will it take?" He even pinched out the cigarette in his hand, which was a sign of his anger.

But after touching his neck, which was still a little cold, Sha Luo decided to stay away from gin for the time being.

She should hurry up and find something to do for Gin, otherwise if he keeps focusing on her, the pressure of being out of breath will be enough for Shaluo to drink a pot.

In the end, Shaluo chose Belmode's Harley.

The luggage was placed on Bourbon's car—the familiar plinth, the familiar black plastic bag.

Wearing a helmet, Sara hugged Belmod's waist tightly, and sped across the road in Yokohama.

Belmode's figure is absolutely nothing to talk about, and Sha Luo said that under the temptation of this beauty, she can temporarily put aside the matter of her installing a bug on her body.

"Is that why you're so afraid of gin?" Belmode said suddenly after turning the corner, "throw him directly to the warehouse in Mafia at the port... still don't dare to face it?"

"How can this be called throwing?" Shaluo shrunk his neck a little guilty, "Didn't I ask that Zhu Xingda to join him? They are all good snipers, and it should be easy to just make up for the knife."

That's right, the first step in muddying the waters is not letting the people at Port Mafia get the information.

According to the information given by the organization, Shaluo speculated that Mimic's next attack target-the weapon warehouse of the port Mafia.

They have already attacked several well-known strongholds in the port of Mafia. Sharo calculated that the ammunition reserves they brought from Europe should be in a hurry. Although Yokohama is in chaos, there are very few organizations that can trade such a large amount of arms with them. After checking several places through the "formula book", Shaluo determined that Mimic should attack the weapon warehouse.

It can not only attack the port Mafia, but also replenish ammunition and weaken the opponent's strength. It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

Of course, Sharo believed that people in the port of Mafia would not miss anything that she could think of, so she thought it would be a trap, a trap to trap Mimic.

Not every force has its members scattered all over the world like an organization. For example, the port of Mafia is a typical local snake. They have no information source of the organization. I am afraid that they are still confused about what Mimic is called, and Mimic has no survivors. Suicide attacks usually end without waiting for the interrogator.

So what will Port Mafia do?Obviously, Sha Luo raised the corners of his mouth to find a living victim and interrogate information.

She wants Mimic to die.

"Really, then you are quite considerate." Belmode seemed to chuckle, "But have all your previous wounds healed? You didn't leave any wounds."

"It's all been taken care of." No one could see Shaluo's expression in the helmet, so she just replied obediently.

"Hold on tight." Belmode accelerated, and the motorcycle turned across the street at an unbelievable angle, and Sharo had to hang his whole body on her body.

"It's developed well recently."

There was also a Belmode-style teasing in the wind.

Putting Sharo down on a somewhat dilapidated street, Belmode was about to leave, "You really don't need to find someone to accompany you?" She pushed aside the helmet, "For example, that Bourbon."

Shaluo patted the gun inside the knee-length skirt, "I'm not a child anymore." Although Brown Ning, who was tied with a thigh ring, was pocket-sized, it was enough to kill with one blow.

"Okay," Belmode raised his eyebrows, "You are the leader and you have the final say."

As soon as Belmode disappeared, Shaluo found the detector from her small bag, and after carefully confirming that there was no bug on her body, she walked into the alley with confidence.

She specially arranged for Bourbon to investigate the movements of the Supernatural Secret Service Division—as a public security officer, he must be more proficient in dealing with government agencies, right?

Although I heard that the relationship between the Metropolitan Police Department and the Police Department is at odds, I don’t know how the relationship between the Police Department and the Supernatural Secret Service is going~

As for Belmode, she was going to the hotel.

Check in.

The main reason is that only Belmode has the superb disguise technique. She can forge the travel trajectory of their group, which will be an effective insurance at that time.

This street has been deserted for a long time. Old cardboard boxes, discarded sofas and obsolete electrical appliances are piled up in every corner. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, kicking up a large cloud of dust. Shaluo squints, and a newspaper flies by. News from a few years ago.

Dragon head war... At a glance, Shaluo can judge the content of the news in this way.

This kind of street that has been forgotten in the gap of time is often eerily quiet, and even Radium Bowl Street next to it is a little more lively than it.

At least there are punks spitting on you.

Turning into a crumbling building with ease, Sharo kicked a carpet under the thick dust with his toes, and he saw the flat key underneath.

Holding her nose, she opened the door.

It's like opening a dusty memory.

Dust was flying wantonly in the air, and the air in the room where no one had been in for an unknown period of time brought out a musty smell as soon as it circulated.

The furnishings inside are shabby, with an induction cooker and a rusted iron pan on it, and a sofa less than two meters in length. Several pieces of flannel have been bald, and there are springs and The sponge is exposed.

Sha Luo couldn't help laughing sideways to avoid the induction cooker. Who would have thought that the entrance could be transformed into a kitchen?

The house has not been decorated, and the gray cement walls are much more convenient at this time, at least there will be no rustling of wall dust trying to get into Sha Luo's eyes.

Shaluo saw the two tatami mats behind the sofa, and the quilt on it was rolled into a ball, as if the owner left too hastily, but left traces of life at this time.

Beside the window, there is a low, small bench, and a wooden chair with a backrest. The two chairs are placed together, and there is a small bowl covered in a plastic bag, which is also covered with dust.

She was a little dazed, her thoughts seemed to return to that afternoon.

"Are you leaving?" Oda, who has been able to skillfully use hair dye to dye Sara's hair, is using a comb to comb the hair that has just been pasted with black dye.

The sun outside was just right, shining warmly on Sha Luo, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "Yeah."

The movement behind him paused, but Oda still combed his soft hair slowly.

When it was time to flush, Shaluo stood up, "I still have things to do...I don't have any stories to tell you."

The rushing water flowed down from the top, she stared at the blackened pool, the ink color swayed away, like a pitch-black goldfish swimming into the pool.

"Okay." Oda was silent for a while, and he sat on the small bench that Sharo was sitting on just now. The sun shone on his body, which was as warm as Sharo felt.

"Then where are you going to go?" He closed his eyes, his expression seemed a little dazed.

Shaluo rinsed the water and wrapped her hair with a towel, "Maybe I will join an organization that can eat well, how about you?" She also brought the armchair to the sun and sat on it.

Without a hairdryer, it's just the heat of the sun, which is why they always wash their hair at noon.

"Will Sakunosuke continue to be a killer?"

"I don't know." Oda's eyes went blank, "I don't want to be a killer anymore."

He announced so suddenly.