The villain is in trouble

United States, Los Angeles, 10:00 p.m.

In the hotel corridor with exquisite and elegant decoration and a clean environment, a blonde woman who came out of the elevator tapped a few times in front of a door, as if she was visiting someone.

The smart door lock opened automatically, she paused, and pushed the door open.

The first thing I felt was the coolness.

The windows were wide open, the wine-red velvet curtains were tied separately, and the cool night breeze came through the hall, closing the open door heavily, and before the sound was heard, the blond woman grabbed the doorknob and gently closed it.

There was a clacking sound of keyboard tapping in the room.

The black-haired young man in front of the table knew that someone was coming in, but he continued his actions without looking back. On the computer screen was the battle scene of the game.

The blond woman didn't make a sound to disturb, but walked forward slowly, watching the game with great interest.

One-to-many is unilateral suppression.The young man manipulating the game characters nimbly dodged, snaked out of position, and suddenly appeared in the dead corner of the enemy's sight and shot cold arrows, quickly taking off several heads.

Soon, the youth won.

The chat interface in the upper right corner, which had been silent for a long time, swiped the screen at this moment. Most of them were insults and personal attacks, and occasionally there was a little admiration and praise.

The black-haired young man with his lips curled into a smile remained unchanged, and he directly exited the game and returned to the computer desktop.

"Good evening, beautiful lady." Then he removed his hand from the mouse, changed the swivel chair, faced the blond woman, greeted with a smile, and said in fluent English, "This dress suits you very well."

"Good evening." The blond woman said softly, "Thank you for the compliment."

She is indeed a very beautiful woman. Even though she just came back from the reception and didn't do much tidying up, she still has a charming and charming temperament.

Chrissy Wynyard, who appeared on the big screen in recent years as the daughter of the famous American actress Sharon Wynyard, rose to fame.In fact, she is also Sharon Wynyard, and she is Belmode who is trusted by the boss in the black organization.

Belmode looked at the young man in front of him.

Black hair and blue eyes, outline and complexion are obvious Asian features, with a gentle smile on his face, which makes people feel good at first sight.

But even if she was praised for her beauty, there was no emotion of admiration in those ultramarine-like pure eyes, as deep and quiet as the deep sea without the sun.

She didn't know the other party's name, nor did she have a code name.In the message that person sent, the words were also very vague, only saying that this person will stay in the United States for a while.It seems that there is little fear.

The other party took the initiative to send a message to contact her, and it happened to be the hotel where she was staying for the reception, so she came to visit with curiosity.

"How should I call it?" Belmode asked.

"I haven't decided on a name yet." The young man said sincerely. After counting silently with his fingers, he raised his index finger. "You can call me Dark Reunion first!"

Belmod: "..."

That sounds like an organization name, right?And it is also similar to what most insiders call the organization.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding." Seeing her being choked, the black-haired young man laughed, "After all, Dark Reunion is an enemy that [Dark Wings] must deal with." He briskly said something only he could understand, " You can call me the audience first."

"Spectator?" Belmode repeated, hearing the arrogance in it, and didn't ask further.

The identity is unknown, it is not advisable to try rashly.

"It's quite worthy of my title." [Audience] said cheerfully, he didn't want to stay on this topic, "I want to do something big, so I told Mr. Karasuma, and I will pay you a visit."

...Actually, I came to visit, right?Belmode felt a little confused when the other party directly called out the BOSS's surname. What is the identity of this person?

There are no more than five people in the organization who know this surname, and no one outside has ever thought that the boss of a transnational criminal organization is a rich man who has died in Japan for decades.

"Relax~ After this period of time, I will join the organization." The young man squeezed his chin and smiled, "Mr. Karasuma will definitely be very happy if a handsome and intelligent man like me is willing to work for him."

Belmode: ... No, you keep saying "Mr. Karasuma" because you are afraid that the BOSS will be put into the ICU on the spot?

She couldn't understand the person in front of her.

In this short conversation, it can be seen that the other party is self-centered. Although there is no strong attitude, it seems to be a bit "chattering"-a straightforward response that guesses her thoughts and actively responds.

When does a person speak frankly about his goals and plans?

Confidence in one's own strength, indifference to contacts.

"If you need help, you can contact me." Belmode said politely, "Boss also told me that you are someone worth contacting." She took out her phone from her bag, "Exchange your contact information?"

"Okay~" [God name Fukami] squinted and smiled, not responding to her words about the boss's instructions.

They exchanged contact information.

"Then, I'll take my leave first." Bellmode, who received the agent's message, said goodbye in a hurry.

She only stayed in the room for less than 10 minutes, and the communication with [God Name Fukami] was very smooth and natural.

In the room alone, 【God Name Fukami】turned up the swivel chair in boredom, let his eyes go blank, and stopped in front of the computer after a while.

"It's really boring." He sighed and stretched out his hand to display the hidden program operation interface on the computer desktop.

A series of news headlines and corresponding latitude and longitude positioning are continuously filled in the blank document, and the densely packed text and numbers are squeezed to the top before they can be seen clearly, dazzling the eyes, and the strong visual impact even brings a sense of discomfort.

[God Name Fukami] Looking at this scene, his face is expressionless.After a while, he snorted lightly.

"...boring needs diversion, not a bad idea," he said to himself, "so why not do something more interesting?"

……

Three days passed.

Belmode sent a text message to the boss.

[Let gin touch that person! 】

In an empty room, if you let others see it, you will be surprised.

Chris Wynyard, Belmode restrained his expression, but still showed a ferocious look.She gritted her teeth and tapped the characters word by word, even in the text messages that expressed little emotion, she could see a little sense of collapse.

[He is a lunatic! 】

"Ding dong."

The notification sound of the news push and the delivery of the text message sounded together.

"Large-scale clashes in Detroit's Hat Square, the symbol tower was hit by rockets, causing heavy casualties"

"Angola Prison Riot, Several Spectators and Prisoners Seriously Injured to Death by Bullfights"

"Washington Bank was robbed, the robbers fled and crashed into the Washington Monument"

……

Several pieces of news popped up in the blink of an eye, and Belmode clicked on the text message with a sullen face.

【Spectator: Good afternoon~ Can I invite you to lunch?Miss Wynyard. 】

[Bermod: I am very happy. 】

She let out a breath and stroked her forehead weakly.

The other party seemed to be very eager to talk, and after doing things in the past three days, he would pick a time to talk to her.

The things he does don't suit audiences or Spectators at all!It's just ironic!

But how did he act in different places without leaving any traces... Belmode was puzzled, and was genuinely horrified by the other party's crazy actions.

【Thanks for your hard work. 】

When leaving the room, BOSS sent such a short message.

Belmode shook his head, understanding that the other party might have nothing to do.

But if [Spectator] continues, American supernatural agencies and organizations will notice.

*

On the platform with a wide view, the black-haired and blue-eyed [Spectator] smiled at the modern high-rise buildings and the shining river in the distance.

What he saw was a different world.

No one can sleep peacefully, so neither dreams nor nightmares exist.

——"God Name Fukami" can only feel peaceful on nights like this.