Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

She needs to avoid the men and women who are talking, and make sure she doesn't get caught by other trivial matters, otherwise it will be difficult for her to explain her London accent, and her identity as a woman.

She took the trolley parked in the corner, put the empty box on it, and walked into the elevator while the corridor was empty. He set the target floor at the seventh floor, but in the middle, someone pressed a new floor.

A man with a back like a mountain stepped into the elevator.

When Winnet saw him, she immediately confirmed that the other party was a member of the mud meeting—he had an Asian face, and the selected floor was on the ninth floor.

And different from the general members, the man in front of her was not only abnormally tall, but also grotesquely fat, as if the size God designed for human beings had been magnified.

When Winnet saw him, her first thought was that he was a sumo wrestler by profession, but he didn't have that kind of flesh.Putting a man in a dangerous environment like a gangster, she guessed, the other party couldn't escape the fate of being a meat pad—used to protect important people.

For Winnett, it doesn't matter whether the person to be killed is Suhara and Xi or his nephew, the mud participants who are depressed to the limit will counterattack Aberius, it's just a matter of time.

She leaned on the side silently. In fact, the elevator became crowded because of such a man. Fortunately, the elevator did not break down because of his weight.

So she re-targeted on the ninth floor.

Between immediate action and waiting, Winnet temporarily chose the latter, because there was a burst of inclination in her mind, which was different from the torment of the brain by reason, and it was a strange effect almost produced by a hyperactive drug. It made her think of the rewards given by the redemption diary before, and felt that she was always the one favored by God in the choice. This extremely tragic intuition swallowed her active intellect like a torrent.

Waiting made her lucky, maybe a crow was singing, showing her the way in advance.

When she pressed the elevator again, a beautifully dressed American woman was preparing to go to the ninth floor.

Then, Winnet went through several judgments in an instant.Backless outfits, cheap provocative perfumes, and grooming to cover up imperfections all make her look more beautiful, but they also tell Winnet what she's here for.

No matter under the control of any organization or facility, it is impossible to earn as much as an expatriate.

Although Winnett thought it was a deformity, the situation made it easier for her.

She doesn't even need to dress up, she just needs to act like an ordinary staff member, enter the room before the door is about to open, and achieve her goal.

Everything was as she expected.

The woman pressed the doorbell of the room, and after a few seconds, a man walked out of the room. Winnett had seen his photo, and the man inside was Suhara Kazuki's nephew.

In just a split second, Winnet found the angle, fired the silencer gun hidden under the clothes through the gap, and hit Qi Yuan and Xi's nephew in the chest with two consecutive rounds. Before the woman could react and screamed, she shot Beat him into a coma.

Just when Winnet thought she had succeeded, a figure of a man appeared at the corner of the corridor.

She didn't think that her brief actions had attracted the attention of the insiders of the Mud Participants, so she had a guess.Inside the mud participants, some people expected that she would not let it go before causing the conflict to burst.If the other party has a certain intelligence and intelligence, it is not incredible to think of these things, but people seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Unless the person being targeted is closely related to him, he will only sort out his own affairs.

How can a gang-type social organization have the organizational power and security measures of the government?

Although she was discovered, Winnet did not have the idea of ​​losing to the enemy mentally. She never took the idea of ​​being vulnerable. The distance between the two was more than twelve yards. Even if she walked slowly into the elevator, the other party would not be in time. chase.

Winnet raised her pistol, pointed it in the direction of the man, and fired from cover.

What puzzled Winette was that the man didn't seem to be attached to her thoughts, but he didn't look like he was frightened by bullets. In short, he lacked a kind of faith and determination, as if he was deliberately letting her go. This feeling made Miss Winnet very uncomfortable. Because of her poor eyesight, it was impossible to record the man's appearance.

In this way, it is as if a nail has fallen into the heart.

"Avellina's person?" Zhu Fu Jingguang dodged the bullets and saw the killer Miss Winnet leaving in the elevator, "In short, report the matter and then notify Qiyuan and Xi, this is the same as the order issued by the Police Department's Security Bureau. Consume the power of the mud participants..."

Just when he was about to notify Qi Yuan and Xi Yuan, an email was sent to his account, which contained information about a large transnational mysterious organization that had repeatedly committed crimes internationally.The more he watched, the more frightened he became, including a series of unsolved unsolved cases in Japan, which were also pointing to this mysterious organization.

"The transnational criminal group code-named wine..." he muttered in a low voice and uneasily, "and it has carried out operations in Japan many times, and it has been listed as the primary target. Do you want to try to contact it?"

Zhu Fujingguang turned his head, and judging from the information given by the intelligence agency, this transnational criminal group had conflicts with the Mushen Association in many places in Japan. Not long ago, it seemed that there was a huge conflict due to drug importation. Several short-seller pharmaceutical companies that participated in the meeting were blown up.

He thought of the attack on the enemy who traded with Aberius in the Nishihui this time. The other party also used the means of blasting and annihilating them all, leaving almost no traces. It was exactly the same as the transnational criminal group described in the intelligence.

Combined with the killer's crisp and sharp movements just now, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt his whole body trembling with tension.

The time he spent training at the police academy had given him enough sense of crisis. The suspected female killer just now felt extremely oppressive, no matter the speed or accuracy of his shooting.

The bullet hit right under his feet. The shocking thing was that the killer didn't look up at him at all, as if he could accurately catch the target just by hearing the movement. Replica.

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help comparing this killer with his colleagues. In fact, even the best public security policemen of their time could not do as well as the other.

A monstrous monstrosity, he decided.

"If it's really them, this might be my chance to approach this organization..."

……

061 Jewel "St. Lucia"

During the evacuation, Winnet changed back into her own clothes. She listened to the pleasant accordion music in the hall and thought of the band in her hometown.

She felt that the remaining traits in her were disappearing little by little, and the killer in the shadows was replacing her. She no longer participated in the jihad of awakening kindness with cheerful hymns, but gradually raised herself to a height above the villains around her. Whether it is physical strength or intelligence, they are all improving at a strange speed, as if this is her domain - the sky with evil stars shining.

Winnet feels an unconscious sense of superiority that puts her above many perpetrators, she doesn't have to judge whether actions are right or wrong, that makes her weak, everything is contained In an ultimate certainty, that is, there is no pure black and white, both emotion and reason are chaotic, everyone only believes what they believe, just like the irrefutable words in "The Song of Roland" Word of God—the heathen are wrong, and the Christians are right.

She decided not to think anymore, rational thinking, pure thinking, they make people miserable.

It was like Shirley who was not in front of her. Whenever she calmed down, her face inevitably showed a sad color, just like the mist flowing in Lake Immen in Reinhardt's dream.

Now, it was time for her to meet Shirley.

Winnett rushed to the assembly point immediately and boarded the Irish car.

"It seems that you succeeded." Ireland started the engine, "It's still early, should we celebrate a little bit? Every mission is not far from death. Proper relaxation will help ease the mood."

Winnet felt that what her mood should need was not relief, but tranquility. "I'm sorry, Ireland. You'd better celebrate with the rest of your colleagues, I think, now someone's waiting for me."

"Oh?"

Ireland let out a dumbfounded sound, she actually has nostalgia, and now he can see it.The fact that the girl in front of him was not an emotionless killing machine gave him some comfort.But she obviously lacks experience, so he intends to give a little reminder, after all, we are working together: "You better prepare something, women don't want you to meet her empty-handed."

"Oh, Mr. Ireland, did anyone say you were annoying?"

Miss Winnet seemed to be poked in the center of her mind, and became a little bit annoyed.

But she quickly became discouraged like a rubber ball, and planned to ask for advice humbly.He may know how to please women better than herself, she thought, oh my god, how do I actually want to ask a man how to do it?No, the word "strategy" is not suitable for Shirley, and she finally understands that it is difficult to make Shirley happy just by relying on her meager thoughts.

"It seems that you potentially think that way, otherwise you wouldn't have such a big reaction because of what I said."

Ireland smiled, and for the first time he had the upper hand in the conversation.

It's her turn to be deflated this time, Winnet thought, what's on her mind, there's no such thing, it's a sin to hit a child, she's a good girl.

"It's not the same thing anyway!" She defended, but still asked for advice from the bottom of her heart, "Then tell me, what should I bring to see her?"

Hearing the word "she" made Ireland more certain.

"You may need a beautiful bouquet of flowers when you meet, but this is not the right time," he said. "What is she more concerned about, tell me, Abis."

Before Winnet could reply, Ireland continued, "Let me guess—fashion magazines, jewelry journals, art papers, shall I?"

"Indeed."

Winnet thought about it. Indeed, Shirley likes to read all kinds of publications when she is free. Apart from those mentioned in Ireland, there are also academic journals in the fields of medicine and materials, and some authors died at least 50 years ago. years of literature.

"It's going to be easy," Ireland vowed. "I dare say French fashion, trendy jewellery, Italian art, these are gifts she can't refuse. Although the value is a bit high, it is not at all for us. question."

Winnett thinks that the problem is very big. If she wants to withdraw a large amount of money or write a large check, she may be subject to credit information verification, which will lead to problems in forging identities.

Besides, things bought with money, no matter how you look at them, they lack a little heart, right?

Ms. Winnett, a village girl, said that although she would be happy to receive the money, she still prefers the rosary made by Sister Alyssa herself.

Huh, I'm only half of the ingenuity - I can't make anything beautiful.

"Well, what I want is more specific advice."

"Leave it on me," Ireland said, "Well, before I send you back, come with me to the supply point, there are a lot of stolen goods that haven't been dealt with in time, and there are many things that young girls like. "

Winnet felt that Shirley would notice this in an instant, but she didn't have any good ideas, so she had to temporarily believe the words of the military adviser Ireland and change the route.

She obviously didn't expect what kind of place this supply point would be. When she stopped the car, Winnet thought she had come to some high-end club, and the waiter gave the two of them masks—as if they were wearing some kind of evil ball. kind of.

Ireland explained that this is an underground auction house. He obviously knew the insiders. After chatting with a small person in charge for a while, the two went underground. There was an oval door like a bank vault in front of them. When Ireland used Fingerprints opened it, and she felt weird again.

There is definitely something wrong with the technological point of this world!

Miss Wynette walked in, and there were rows of storage cabinets inside. Various objects were placed like a museum, and there were identification information about the objects attached to the glass cover.

Winnet squinted and looked at the things placed in the cabinet. She could only see a vague model, and she simply stared at the gleaming contents and began to search, and then she stopped in front of an object emitting a faint red light.

"What a good eye, Abis!"

"you flatter me."

After all, Miss Winnet was just like the crows in the sky, simply being attracted by shiny things.

"No, there is no such thing. This is a high-end gem called St. Lucia. It is said that the price exceeds [-] million yuan. However, it is impossible to deal with this kind of thing quickly after it is obtained. It often takes several years of precipitation before it can be processed. It will be auctioned off in a large underground business."

gems!

Winnet seemed to be able to see Shirley's joy. For some reason, her cheeks were also slightly flushed, as if she was happy with the imaginary result.

"That's it!"

Winnet, who knew she had difficulty choosing, was very decisive this time.

"Haha, no problem!"

Ireland laughed enthusiastically.Although the value of the gem is very high, as a well-known item, it cannot be sold in a short time. It is just a useless stone for him and the organization. If it is given to Abis, the other party may miss him a little bit in the future. During the mission Grab yourself.

……

062 Double "Surprise"

The gemstones were placed in the window in the form of rings. After getting them, Miss Winnet didn't think much about them, because she knew nothing about the value and meaning of jewelry.

Seeing that today's itinerary ended safely, there was no wound on her body, and she received a gift that most likely matched Shirley's, Miss Winnet couldn't help but sigh with emotion at her perfection.Sitting in the car, I have already started to think about how Shirley will receive the gift. She may hang her head shyly, or she may jump over with joy.

Miss Winnet gave a sudden shudder.

She found that the image of Shirley in her imagination could no longer match the image of Shirley in reality.

That's right, how could she be so frank.

Probably just said "Well, it's pretty so-so" with an awkward face, or just kept silent after accepting it, and then made delicious food for myself.

"Don't worry, Abis, she will like it."

Ireland couldn't help comforting her, because he felt the back seat was already shaking. He obviously didn't feel that she was nervous during the task, but he was so nervous about falling in love. Sure enough, he was still a little girl.

Winnet was still imagining excitedly, completely ignoring Ireland's advice, clutching the gem in a ring box in her hand, and thinking about how to give it to Shirley better.

"It's Monterey Park." Ireland guessed that she couldn't hear, and shouted like a taxi driver, "Miss, we're here!"

"Oh. I'm really bothering you today, Irish whiskey. I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"Then I'll look forward to it."

Ireland smiled reassuringly, lowered the window and lit a cigarette.

He watched Winnet jump out of the car, ride the night figure a little nervously, and exhale a circle of smoke.All aspects are so vivid that he doesn't know how to summarize this killer girl.

Winnet felt that the time passed faster than usual, and she went downstairs in the attic in a panic.

She glanced at the sky, because the neighborhood was very quiet, as if surrounded by endless silence and the infinite night sky, and the light of gas lamps covered with iron covers could still be seen in the attic. Winnet walked upstairs slowly.

Shirley likes the quiet atmosphere, something she's noticed in her life.

Winnet couldn't help but think about the source of this situation. Quietness may represent safety. The absence of members of the organization represents a state of being able to concentrate.

She didn't restrain her footsteps, she had already noticed it with Shirley's keen estimation.

Opening the attic door, she saw Shirley sitting on a chair facing the entrance as soon as she entered the room.

Winnet stared at Shirley, her brown hair stuck to her bare white neck with damp, in maroon pajamas and a lovely pair of slippers.

When Shirley saw her, she just covered her hair with a towel and didn't even raise her eyes. This made Winnet a little disappointed, especially since there was no strong aroma of vegetables in the room, and she felt hungry again.

"What, you look like you've been wronged." Shirley glanced at Winnet and began to speak Japanese.

They both spoke English when they were together, and always did.

Today's sudden change made Winnet feel a little uncomfortable.

Winnet felt like she was being angry like a child, but she just couldn't be happy, and neither was she pretending. "No, everything is going well. If every day is like today, I have nothing to worry about."

Xue Li gently pushed her hair back: "Isn't it a virtue you follow to be sincere to others?"

"Yes." Winnet sighed, and walked quietly to the table, "But God is also tired, and so am I. Sometimes I don't want to be bound."

"This is the speech of a pagan!"