Vest life from scratch

Sake's use of high-tech weapons can't hide from Chacha's perception, nor can it hide from the fraudsters who have their own sources of information.

Just now, the fraud master had the idea of ​​selling this as the bottom of the box, but it died down in Chacha's beautiful eyes full of smiles.

"Tonight, there will be a celebration party here."

The fraudster glanced at the three men and one woman in front of him, and unceremoniously threw four costumes with badges on them: "Put on these, and then follow me with your head down. Unless I order you, you must never look up."

The other three nodded solemnly.

Only the obvious women's costume in Chacha Shushu's hand: "?"

The fraudster's eyes were very sincere: "Among all the people present, only you are the most suitable for this dress, please."

Chacha smiled: "Remember, fraudster."

The two men with men's performance costumes finished the change directly here, and Chacha and Mizumu Rena entered the special changing room to change under the guidance of the fraudster.The fraudster followed Chacha's dressing room on the pretext of helping her disguise.

Rena Mizumu's disguise was smooth and quick, but Chacha took more than twice as long as him.

When he stepped out of the changing room, his whole person was completely different from before entering the changing room.

She was shy and shy with a slight blush on her beautiful face, and her fair and milky skin seemed to be shining.A hazy mist bloomed in the dark red pupils, making the bright red rouge at the corners of the eyes even more beautiful.

Her long black hair, which is as smooth as expensive silk, winds and outlines a perfect body curve. The sparkling red dress ripples and waves as she walks, and the dark red tassels falling from the skirt seem to be dripping in a continuous line. Falling blood.The high-heeled silk straps of the ballet straps wrapped around the white ankles and ankles, all the way up to the thin and shapely calves, submerged in the depths of the red skirt, only the constantly shaking bow ribbons were exposed.

"Come on, let's take a look at the chief actor that our troupe is proud of." The fraudster's voice was obviously proud: "How about it, my disguise skills are very good."

Ethan & Ley: "..."

Shui Wu Liannai: "..."

She was skeptical and looked down at Chacha's attire on her body, confirming that her feminine attire was completely inferior to the man in front of her.

"No matter what, of course I will be the best looking one."

Chacha spoke the natural things with her original voice.

After he finished speaking, he coughed lightly, and when he spoke again, it was a soft and pleasant female voice: "It's our first meeting, I'm Chacha."

The glamorous appearance and the completely inconsistent face and voice constitute a unique contradictory and complex beauty.

The fraudster responded with a low smile in satisfaction: "It's the first time we meet, you can call me Zhidinghua."

His eyes naturally looked at the magazines on the table next to him, and he suggested casually: "If there is no place to put it, let me put it away for you for the time being. Putting it here is easy to scare the snake."

"Ah, it's troublesome." Ley hesitated, touched his pistol before nodding.

After getting the consent, the fraud master put away his magazines.

It wasn't until he turned to take them out of here that Ley suddenly noticed his hairstyle.

When looking at the other party from the front, the mask was too attractive, so that when he had the opportunity to observe from the back now, he realized that the other party had long hair tied into a low single ponytail, which was fluffy and covered nape of neck.

When he turned around, he flicked the ponytail, revealing the tip of the iceberg of the back of the neck that was covered by Fei Shen.Ley keenly recognized the delicate thorn patterns on it, combined into a horizontal fingernail tattoo.

Fingerprints.Flower language: lies, dishonesty.

……

Originally thought that a disguise was required to sneak into the main area, which meant that the fraudster had enough trust here, but the authority was not very high, and he could not bring strangers who could not explain their identity and purpose into the main area.

But to everyone's surprise, the fraudster's status here is unimaginably high.

"Mr. Fingerflower!"

Anyone who sees them will call a fraud master with excitement and implicit respect.Then he backed away with pride in the movement of the other party waving, as if it was something to be proud of to get his response.

But the fraudster brought them—everyone except Chacha—only got a few curious looks from those people, but they walked unhurriedly with their chins raised, like a proudly blooming red rose The chacha made everyone who greeted the fraud master turn back frequently.

The fraudster who noticed all this said regretfully: "It would be great if you could really become my chief."

Chacha responded casually: "I have always been your chief."

The fraudster's tone sounded quite aggrieved, but the corners of his mouth, which no one could see under the mask, grinned unnaturally: "You know I didn't mean it...we're here."

Chacha narrowed her eyes slightly, gently stroked her long hair, and gave an order to Barcelo through the communication earring:

"Barcelo, detonate the bomb immediately in 10 minutes."

Then, he rushed to the room in front of the fraudster, and just before he opened the door to enter, he turned his cold eyes to the fraudster's smiling face mask: "Next time you dare to plot against me, you will die on your own initiative." Come on, scum."

The fraud master bowed gracefully: "Excuse me, my respected chief."

Chacha sneered and said "Don't follow me in." before stepping into the room.

There was a dull slam of the door.

The thick door separated the inside and the outside, and the sound-proof walls basically prevented people outside from hearing what was going on inside.

But the sound of gunfire from inside still faintly entered the ears.

Ley's brain turned rapidly.

Tonight, there will be a celebration party here.

Unless it is my order, you must not look up.

Mr. Fingerflower.

It would be nice if you could really be my chief.

He suddenly turned around and drew his gun at the fraudster: "You are the leader of this gang!"

Hearing this, the fraudster raised his hand to cover most of the mask, bent down and laughed loudly, then he slowly raised his head, a pair of pink and purple eyes appeared in the gap between the eyes of the smiling face mask. Zhongzheng was flowing with viscous malice: "Congratulations, you guys finally figured it out."

Ley pulled the trigger, only to find that the clip in his gun had been emptied.

He reacted quickly to find the spare magazine, and when he found nothing, he remembered that he had changed into a performance suit that did not have a place for the magazine, so he temporarily handed over the magazine to the fraudster for safekeeping.

Ethan and Rena Mizumu also checked their pistols, and as expected, they found that the clips were also empty.

Ley: "...Did you calculate all of these?"

The fraudster seemed to blink his eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your cooperation?"

The people who had said hello on the way here came one after another from both sides of the corridor, and the sound of hard-soled shoes stepping on the ground merged into a well-behaved sound.They stopped and aimed their guns at the three enemies in unison.

They even saw the traitor in the mix.

The fraudster still didn't take off his mask, but tilted his head viciously at them: "General."

The moment he tilted his head, a pistol was pressed against his mask.

Ethan, who had a scary low sense of presence before, had a cold voice with a sarcasm in his tone: "It's indeed a general."

"..." The fraud master was obviously stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect to bring a second gun. Where did you hide before, I don't think I will miss it."

"Because this is your gun." Ethan said succinctly, "It seems that in contrast to your wisdom, your physical skills are terrible."

"I just said that I will never miss it." Although he was at a disadvantage, the fraudster became complacent, "Being good at brains is a good advantage, don't force people with outstanding intelligence like me to also be good at physical strength! "

...What the hell are you being so proud of, a kidnapped one?

Ethan's hand didn't move, but such an idea subconsciously popped up in his heart.

"However, whether the chief is really good?" The fraudster asked them in a curious tone, "Since I will take the initiative to attract you, it means that it is obviously a trap of my self-confidence. Although the chief is really strong , but it shouldn’t be able to hide from the repeated shooting of the machine/gun inside.”

"It's been a long time since the gunfire inside. Is the chief dead inside? If he dies, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive."

Ley immediately turned the doorknob, only to find that the door used an electronic lock, which was automatically locked after Chacha entered.

He didn't feel at all that if Chacha inside died, he who had just obtained the code name could continue to live.

"Let me tell you." The fraud master was still nagging, "You might as well surrender to me, anyway, I have already taken in a traitor, and I don't mind taking in a few more for protection, as the saying goes, if you have too much debt, you won't be burdened. "

"How about you think about my proposal carefully?"

Ley was lost in thought.

His reason told him very clearly that no one could survive the machine/gun fire.But for some reason, he had a vague feeling that Chacha was so strong that she would never die so easily.

The self-confidence that comes from the other side cannot be faked.

Before Chacha entered the room, he must have discovered the abnormality in the fraud master, so he made that declaration, and his step into the room only proved that he thought he could handle the situation inside.

...and what should I do?

is trust.

As soon as this thought came into being, Ley suddenly woke up.

Only then did he realize that he had somehow made a dangerous judgment about Chacha that he should trust.

The trust in the fraudster just now had already caused him to make a mistake, and this time he must not make a misjudgment due to personal emotional factors.

But no matter how he thinks, he has no choice but to come to the conclusion that he can only trust Chacha now.

"I refuse." Ethan calmly kept raising his gun, "If Miss Chacha dies, I will drag you to be buried with her."

Shui Wurenai opened her arms and helped Ethan block the eyes of one side of the corridor: "We will not betray the organization even if we die! We will drag you to hell with us even if we die!"

Ley walked to the other side of Ethan: "That's right, I trust Miss Chacha's strength, I don't think we will die here."

"Calm down, calm down." The fraud master shrugged and raised his hands, "Now, let's have a good talk."

"You trust the chief's power so much, let's make a bet with his life and death. If he can come out alive, I will let you go directly; but if he dies inside, you will be willing to be mine men."

He was answered by uniform silence.

The fraudster's voice bewitched: "You are all smart people, you should know that agreeing to this bet is the best choice—"

"boom--!"

Violent blasting sound suddenly came from a distance.

As if receiving an action signal, the locked door opened after a "sizzling" sound, revealing a scene that looked like Shura's hell inside.

The broken corpses were piled up in a majestic hill all around, and the blood on the ground and the bright red dress complemented each other.

The only beautiful woman standing in the bloody atmosphere... The young man unhurriedly put away the chain he held in his hand, and turned his head to look at them who were stunned.

His skin exposed outside the red dress was as fair as ever, and looked clean, without any blood stains.

The whole scene looks like a one-sided massacre, but the honeycomb-like bullet holes left on the wall prove that this is indeed an exchange of fire between two parties.

Chacha walked slowly towards the door: "Do you still need me to kill it?"

"...Your ability is as unreasonable as a monster." The fraud master smiled wryly, "I am willing to admit defeat, the four of you can leave—all of you put down your guns and let them go out."

There was another simultaneous sound, and all the personnel obediently put down their guns and made way for them.

The fraudster made a "please" gesture, slipped from Ethan's hands like a loach, slipped into the door and closed it tightly.

Chacha took the lead and passed the path they gave up, followed by the three of them.

From a distance, they heard a uniform gunshot, and then the same uniform gunshot.

...the sound of human bodies falling to the ground one after another.

They left the already dead area B in silence, and Chacha gave Qin Jiu an order: "Pay attention to the escaped people in the building, kill them all, and pay special attention to the people with smiling masks."

Gin replied, "Yes."

About ten minutes later, Gin's report came from the earphones: "The leaders of the hostile organization and the traitors are all confirmed to be killed, all the high-level officials on the known list are also killed, and the smiley mask is also killed."

"Well, the task is basically completed. All the corpses will be recovered and confirmed by Lang Mu, and all the follow-up will be handed over to him." Chacha lightly clasped her hands together, "Thanks for your hard work, everyone."

"Ethan Jackson, Rena Mizumue, you performed very well just now, and I will go to Rum to discuss whether I can give you two code names."

Ethan and Mizuruna hurriedly thanked Dade.

No matter what the outcome of the discussion between Chacha and Rum would be, they still had to stay as peripheral members to clean up the scene and confirm the death of the mission target.

After the two met with other peripheral members, they were busy until late at night, and parted ways after saying goodbye to each other wearily.

On the way home, Ethan passes someone.

"Ask." The person whose face was so ordinary that he couldn't find it when he was thrown into the crowd asked with a smile, "Why do people who are obviously not good at manual labor carry guns?"

Ethan looked back alertly and confused, there were no other figures on the empty street.

Only a vague chuckle echoed in his ears.

Ethan thought about the other party's question again, and his face suddenly changed.

He quickly took out the pistol/gun that he stole from the fraudster by a clever trick, which can be said to have turned the tide of the battle, and opened its magazine to check it.

...there is no bullet in this pistol/gun at all.

The author has something to say: Teacher pp: Fraudster: You may think that you will make money, but I will definitely not lose anyway

Me: Chacha: I just said that if this guy can be an information dealer obediently, I dare to saw off the chair leg of the speaker.

pp teacher: information dealer

Me: no truth

Me: Speaker: Let me introduce the conscience of our council, the fraudster.

Teacher pp: "Conscience"

Me: "Good (Miscellaneous) Heart" (not)

Teacher pp: Scammers are full of bad intentions!

Me: Fraudster: You believe it, wow, I can’t even believe myself.

Teacher pp: Fraudster: No way, do you really believe it?

Teacher pp: I imagine the tone of "Hey, are you really crying? Are you crying now?"

Me: xs