Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Zongman travels through the orange text. Currently Zhan Chi, the protagonist, sister Ace Ed, is expected to have worlds such as Magic Circle, the Kingdom of Gems, and Ghost Slayer. Well, it’s very beautiful... Who doesn’t love Yuan Yan Shi Shi!

053 Ms. Jacques' Script

"Sure enough, I don't have enough strength to act completely rationally." Renata sighed.

At that time, her Sigrid had already given her a chance to run away like a loser, but she didn't choose to. Instead, she stood in the flames of the explosion, staring blankly at the distance, looking at the A sister who exists in delusions and feels joy after reuniting with herself.

She finally understood the misfortune of the Duke of La Rochefoucauld—why she wrote those pessimistic proverbs about life—telling people that no matter how bad things look on the surface, they are actually much worse than imagined.

As soon as she recalled her life, Renata found that these proverbs were the epitome of herself. She experienced a series of bad news one after another. Back then, after slaying her own enemy, the sister she had been looking for turned her sword against her, and her pursuit of life suddenly collapsed; so that when the woman in front of her came to her, she didn't even have the slightest thought of resisting.

"It's still too late, I didn't report your matter." Jacques said, and then sat down at the torture table.

"It's too late, my sister, Sigrid has become a killer, a devil!"

Renata still wanted to say something, but it was meaningless to pile up the same words. What was left for her was only the deep impression after one meeting, which could not support a complete image at all.

"But you are also doing dangerous work? You expect too much from other people. Do you regard yourself as a priest and influence others?"

"You're right, I'm not qualified to ask for..."

It was just a new hope that was shattered. It was not a big deal at first. In these years, she has gone through countless processes, but she has no next expectation.

The meaning of life is lost, just like the field lilies given by God are consumed by fire.

"Since that's the case, why not just join the organization? In this way, you will also have the opportunity to get close to Abis. Maybe you can be a little like your ideal, and you may not be able to influence her."

Jacques smiled easily. She foresees that this is a great favor for Abis. As long as she can be an introducer and keep her mouth shut, if Abis commits a crime, she doesn't mind getting worse. Those who survive in the organization The gist, she was sure she had fully grasped.

If Renata fights for her strength and obtains the code name, then she will have one more reliable ally.

Ah, what a genuine and grateful woman.

Jacques had written the script for himself.

As for reporting on Abis, she is not that stupid, not to mention that there is no reward, and she will attract resentment. Leaving such a resume will also make other people in the organization distrust her, unless she fully understands that the other party is an undercover agent. evidence of.

Abby is undercover?

Do not be silly!

Who in the organization still doesn't know that she is the adopted daughter of the patriarch "Former Abis", and even Belmode, who has nothing to do with her and is favored by the boss, supports her. Coupled with her outstanding personal ability, it might take a few years , she will be as big as gin, and when the time comes, she, Jacques, wants to find a job under the other party's hands and find something safe to do.

How can you feel safe working under your own people when you are an undercover agent!

She did not rarely see spies who sat in the torture room because of exposure. Although people don't like to use torture out of humanity, if they don't turn their backs, they will be secretly detained and turned into lunatics or fools in the end.

If it's against the water, it's not easy to be an undercover agent, but if you have two or three sides, who can stand it!

It is simply ten times speed Tetris, rollover at any time!

Ms Jacques said she had had enough.

"Is this capitulation?" Renata asked. "What does it mean to you?"

"Ah, it doesn't make sense... But isn't it the best proposal for you?"

"Indeed, using relatives as a means of threatening is often the best means."

Jacques frowned.

Sister, don't make trouble!

"My God, I didn't mean that. Abis joined on her own, and it has nothing to do with us. Can you make a decision quickly? I have to make coffee, and I have time to grind with you. Why don't I How about enjoying dinner and dancing?"

Jacques was almost impatient. "You'd prefer the traditional, Gestapo style—welcome to hell! Don't be a fool!"

Renata's eyes regained some anger, she moved her stiff neck, her attitude was still suspicious, "You mean, it wasn't a criminal organization that caused my sister to become like this?"

Jacques looked like a helpless primary school teacher.

She crossed her legs and picked her ears with her little finger.

"I don't know," Jacques said, "but she has only joined the organization for a year at most, and last night might be her first mission. Thinking about it this way, will you feel better?"

"That dead bastard! It must be him who turned my Sigrid into this!"

"Yes, that's it! You know what to do!" Jacques broke.

The key to convincing a silly woman is to never fight against what she believes.

"what should I do?"

"It's very simple, Renata," Jacques explained the process to her, "You just write down your resume except for Abis, and then I recommend you to the organization, and you complete a few tasks assigned by the organization, If you behave well, you may be appreciated by that adult and get a code name."

"You better not lie to me," Renata tensed, "I know what it means to join your organization."

"You don't have to think too much, I'll tell you some news."

Jacques cast the decisive bait, and she didn't want to argue with Renata any further. "Abis will go to Japan soon, and the forces there will also enter a period of development. If you can learn from my skills, it will not be difficult to apply to Japan as an undercover agent. A peaceful country full of life, I think it's a good thing for you, too."

"Your words are too tempting."

"I think so too, what's the answer?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"No, I can't bear it. Just think of me a little, and put me in a good word with Abis, and let me go about my task in peace. Now, Abis is here Up there, waiting for my coffee...now is not a good time to meet, don't you think?"

"Yes, I still need to calm down," Renata said sadly, "She didn't kill me, which means we still have room."

Jacques stood up, she was used to things like this, leaving room for Renata.

She returned to the kitchen, took the coffee with a lot of sugar, walked back to the room where Winnet was, and placed the cup on the cheap table.

"How, are you satisfied with this place?" Jacques asked.

"It's a good place for vacation. There is a shooting range in the backyard, which is really extravagant."

Miss Winette also wanted such a charming big house, but felt that the castle was too ostentatious, and the villa was fine. If there was a cathedral of her own next to it, then she could wake up with a smile from her dreams.

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054 Intensified Contradictions

Over at the shooting range, Jacques was firing a new weapon, while Winette moved her body a bit, doing some warm-up exercises, as Shirley mentioned, to get her blood pumping.

During the period, she took a lightweight Glock 19 pistol.Unlike the Colt Python, which needs to be dual-wielded, the Glock 19 will not affect the accuracy when shooting with one hand. After a few rounds of shooting, Winnet gradually mastered its feel.

Afterwards, Winette got into Jacques' car and asked her to drive her around Monterey Park, where the dilapidated Renault hardly attracted any attention.

"Like Belmode, are you also a mystic?" Jacques asked seeing that Winnet was silent all the way.

"No," Winnet explained, "wait a minute, I'm going to call Ireland to help me with something."

Jacques glanced toward the backseat.

Winnet's eyes were wide open, with a cute smile on her lips.

Jacques understood that this little devil had some bad ideas, so he didn't say any more.She didn't dislike the Irish man, he was cautious and not timid, and he was a good collaborator.

"Hahaha, then I'll wait with you for a while." Jacques said.

"I've sent him a message."

Winnett called Ireland over here, where they parted last time.

Before that, she had already received contact from Ireland, and learned that it was Aberius and a group of people who did not know the details of the conflict on Bolia Avenue.

The whole incident caused great tension within Aberius. In addition to the dead cadre Cedric, the venue also involved another cadre of Aberius. Many of his subordinates died, and the livelihood of his subordinates was also seriously affected. Because the killer who killed Cedric was a woman, he naturally suspected Avelina's head - Renata was originally one of her trump cards.

The incident at the port intensified this contradiction again.

It is naturally impossible for Avelina to destroy the business she has obtained, and it is only natural to suspect the incident on her opponent.However, before the internal conflicts erupt, Aberius needs to face their trading partners—Ni Canhui.

The negotiators participating in the meeting are currently living in the high-end hotel arranged by Aberius. This afternoon is the time for the official meeting, and the place is arranged in an office building on Saber Avenue-the main meeting room.

Thinking about it this way, the guys who participated in the meeting are also short-tempered.

Winnet didn't have much research on gangsters in her previous life, but she had some involvement with Japanese culture, and she had never heard of it. It was probably a small gangster that was unknown and disappeared in the river of history.

Jacques slightly opened the car window and asked a little cautiously: "Abby, do you mind if I light a cigarette?"

"not good for health."

"I know that the United States can't fool me yet, but it's always necessary to relax."

"Indeed, may God bless you."

Jacques lit the fire, and the slender lady's cigarette was held between his fingers, and the place where it touched was slightly yellowed.

According to the notification, Irish Whiskey appeared on the side of the road in a Chevrolet 10 minutes later, about [-] yards away from the park green.

Winnet said goodbye to Jacques politely, walked up to the Chevrolet with the heavy bag in one hand, and saw Ireland lower the window.

"Is your wound all right?" Ireland greeted.

"Of course not," Winnet replied, "That's why I need your help, otherwise, I alone will be enough."

"It's really not humble at all."

Ireland couldn't help complaining that this was quite different from the first impression, including the dress, and it was difficult to connect with the beautiful figure in the bar that night.His thoughts kept running, and he felt that such a companion was more reliable, and people who did not have enough confidence in themselves would only become a burden if they appeared by their side.

Winnet didn't know what he was thinking, but just repeated the target location. At this moment, there were still four hours before the official start of the meeting.

During this period, she needs to make a little preparation-every sniper will do in advance-marks to confirm the viewpoint and wind direction.

It basically reproduces the work of that night, but the specific goals are different.

This time, Winnet had no intention of killing someone with a snipe.Suspicion between Aberius and Nishi has already arisen, and what she needs now is just a catalytic move, a horn of rebellion, just like the trumpet blowing of an angel in the Apocalypse, announcing the opening of a new chapter.

If the clues of the organization are really traced, the two sides may turn their guns around and cooperate in unison.But the seeds of distrust have already been planted, and the mud participants will definitely pursue a statement from Aberius—on the premise that they can make up for their losses.

This is already impossible, and Winette doesn't think the organization will spit out the money and goods it has swallowed.

Nor would she let similar risks arise.

"I've never had the habit of being humble when it comes to means that are 100% successful." Winnett repeated what her adoptive father often said.

Irish Whiskey glanced at her from the rearview mirror, seeing the look of winning, he stopped talking.

After a while, they came to another street near the Avenue of the Cybernetics.Ireland pulls up next to a low factory building surrounded by a tall wire fence, and the vision of the New World meeting the Old - rich and poor - is also one of America's hallmarks.

It was noon, when the sun was at its brightest.

Winnett thinks it's not bad, at least it's easy to confirm the direction of the sun and adjust the angle of the sniper, so as to avoid reflections-exposing her own situation.

The vehicle was turned off, and Ireland took the initiative to carry the "luggage". He wore a pair of sunglasses to cover his fierce face.If Winnett dresses more gorgeously, in the eyes of others, Ireland will become the role of a full-time driver.

Ireland felt the weight in his hand: "It's really... a big guy."

Biting her lower lip, Winnet began to observe her surroundings. "Get too close and retreat will be difficult," she explained. "It's impossible for Aberius to have nothing at all, so we can't fall into a routine."

Although she didn't know the range of the sniper Aberius kept, it was absolutely impossible to exceed seven hundred yards.She didn't believe that there were characters comparable to Ji Luxi in the Mafia. If there were, the few people organized that night were simply couriers.

She got out of the car with Ireland.

Ireland pointed to an alley behind the factory.

Winnet followed Ireland, and seeing his gestures, she knew that Ireland had stepped on this side before this.

They walked forward, and Ireland opened a door on the wall. This was the backyard of a small apartment building, and the residents didn't seem to stay in it during the day. The two walked through the yard and entered the building through the back door.

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055 Drunk Ireland