Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Belmode presumably reported her actions to the BOSS, and will ask her to intervene in turn.

Being able to get such news shows that the organization has also planted dark threads inside the mud participants.

Seeing the change in Winnet's expression, Shirley put down the magazine in her hand and filled the coffee cup by the way. "Is there another mission?"

"Well, I'm going out tonight, it probably won't be long." Winnet didn't deny it.

"yes……"

Shirley didn't ask, keeping the current distance was good for both of them, and even if she knew what Winnet was going to do, she couldn't give any assistance, just like she had been waiting for all these years.

However, no matter how long she waited, it was impossible for her to get used to it.

Seven o'clock sharp.

The night has just fallen, and the dangerous streets that lure young people are just beginning to open for business.

Winnet took the Glock 19 and spare magazines, left the attic, and waited on the edge of Monterey Square.

Ten minutes later, Ireland came to pick her up in a Chevrolet, and when Winnet got into the car, he said, "It's a bit ridiculous. The lord meant that we only gave it to a few of us, and it doesn't matter if the medicine is destroyed."

"Because there are not many markets that can be sold, and it will cause additional troubles." Winnet understands that, small transactions can be exchanged for a sum of money, and the volume is too large to be digested in the short term, unless it is sold abroad. .

"Location?"

"They learned smart, this time they don't trade at the port." Ireland replied, "Changed to the place designated by the Mud Candidates, an abandoned former factory. They still insist that it was Aberius who leaked all the news."

"How's the surrounding environment?"

Winette continued to ask. In her opinion, there was nothing incredible. It was impossible for the Japanese living in a peaceful country to realize that they had long been infiltrated by mysterious international criminal organizations.

"It sucks, there's almost no shelter," Ireland said. "A good news and a bad news."

Winnet knew what he was going to say. "The good news is that there will be no snipers. The bad news is that you will be sifted if you drive over."

This was different from the last time. The organization did not allocate manpower to break into the battle. In fact, if it attacked openly, it would be easy to be targeted by light machine guns and automatic rifles, causing heavy casualties.

It was the right choice to infiltrate with a small group, but a change was made, and it became her single-handed operation.

Ireland took a deep breath, and shook his head helplessly, "Okay, you know it in advance. So what should we do, and we will rush in after they are defeated?"

"I don't think it's a good joke," Winnet said.

Ireland felt that he was not joking anymore. He guessed that Winnet had an idea, so he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"At night, it is an ideal protective color."

Winnet smiled.

"Just take advantage of the night to sneak up in front of them, and wait until they are almost dead before making a move."

The corner of Ireland's mouth twitched. Although he expected it, it still felt like nonsense when he heard it.

"There are at least [-] people from both sides. Most of them are equipped with pistols and submachine guns. If the mud participants are fully prepared, they may have heavy weapons."

Winnet shrugged nonchalantly.

"The factory is an environment with complex terrain. They either gather in one place or guard separately. As long as there is a loophole, I can complete the task."

Ireland couldn't laugh, it was an almost impossible task for him.

"Seriously, it's so ridiculous that even the Special Forces wouldn't dare to do it."

"I killed one," Winnet patted Ireland on the shoulder, "He's from the Special Forces, he's not a bloody guy. Small characters from gangsters and mafia, no matter how many there are, they're rubbish, there's nothing to worry about. "

Winnet is not arrogant. She has the advantage in both environment and ability. She only needs to eat away at the opponent's defense force and do the finishing work.

Even in times of crisis, she still has one hand to pray for the right choice.

The point is, someone is waiting for her, so it needs to be done quickly.

……

074 Mask Killer

"Okay, what kind of preparation do you need?" Ireland stopped the car in front of the bleak alley, his voice was a little timid, "You will not just carry a semi-automatic pistol that is a little stronger than a toy and a black hand Party Rush?"

Winnet understood his fear and nervousness. She instinctively searched with her ears to confirm that there were no patrolling policemen around, and then slowly opened her lips.

She pondered, not sure that she could take the life of each enemy with the swiftness and precision of a dreadful fiend.She needs a little camouflage, which will come in handy when she needs to evacuate.

After thinking it over, Winnet said, "I need a mask."

Ireland thought he heard it wrong, what's the use of a mask?He felt that it was more important to be safe and sound during the mission than to conceal his appearance.Ireland did not refuse. He had the habit of collecting, and he also had mask molds—white masks without any processing. Besides, he also had some portable guns.

"Anything else? Like a larger caliber weapon?" he asked.

"No, that will affect the stealth operation. I have the dagger on me. It and the pistol are enough."

Ireland gave up persuasion, he drove Winnet to his temporary residence, took out a stack of white masks that seemed to be printed on the assembly line, they were slightly weird under the orange light, and Ireland handed one to Winnet, " Sometimes you have to hide your face."

Winnet took the mask, feeling eerie that memories from her previous life suddenly began to attack it.

She couldn't help but want to complain——

Why is the mask so Japanese?

This is very much like a cutscene mask in a certain mecha movie. In addition, its shadow can be seen in many animations.

Winnet took the mask in her hands, searched around, and saw that there happened to be red paint, so she drew a long line on the mouth, and along the way on the forehead, abstractly depicted some bloodstains, as for the eyes. , It is hollowed out in the first place, so there is no need for finishing.

Then, she came to a half-length mirror and looked at it, and there were more slots.

Why don't she just give herself the nickname "Black Death"?

However, her hair tone is white, and it is more appropriate to call her "white devil".

Shirley sauce, eat my SLB spicy!

Miss Winnet felt that something was wrong. Although it was very emotional, no matter which one was too pagan, it should have no effect on the killer Abis. Even if Satan blocked the way, she would not have the slightest fear.

"How is it?" Winnet turned to Ireland, intending to ask his opinion.

This can't be done for Ireland.

If a woman is well dressed, he can still give a little compliment. Should he tell the truth about this weird and ghostly style?

"Ahem, it's unique and intimidating." Ireland answered boldly.

Winnet: "I'm Winnet, please give me your advice."

Ireland: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Miss Winnet's heart was a little bursting, she coughed dryly, "This is a line I like very much, I just want to say it again."

"So there is a movie protagonist with the same name as you." Ireland sighed without thinking too much.

Young girls are indeed interested in all kinds of movies, especially French romance.

When they got back into the car, they were thinking of completely different things.Miss Winette was thinking about what kind of vest she should put on, while Ireland was worrying about what to do tonight.

He stopped the car in the outskirts, in a bush not too far from the railway.

The trading time this time was later than expected, perhaps because they planned to evacuate before dawn, and the time given by the Mud Participants was two o'clock in the middle of the night.

After confirming more relevant information with Ireland, Winnet asked the other party to wait for her where she was.

"I can assist you." Ireland didn't want him to appear too useless, and he was considered a good player in frontal battles.

"Unfortunately, this is my home field."

Winnet was very calm and confident. Ireland couldn't see any worries in her, but she didn't look like a madman who was going to die; The posture of fighting with a knife, and the left arm is placed not far from the bolt of the gun.

What made Ireland even more unbelievable was that he could clearly feel the change in the girl's aura in front of him, like a ghostly killer or an undead, he was in a strange situation where he couldn't confirm the other's aura at all.

As if blending into the night, Winnet started to run at an extremely fast speed, only the faint rustling of the bushes sounded intermittently.She chose to walk through the bushes, because there is a long and curved railway line near the factory, so there is a wasteland around, but behind the factory is a field, planted with mutated wheat, about two meters high.

Winnett, who lives in the church, has a certain amount of agricultural knowledge. Such a tall straw has almost no yield, and it can basically only be used as an ornamental crop.After a little scrutiny, one can guess that the factory needs to cover up—many pharmaceutical factories in small countries need such a disguise.

Despite its disused state, it still provides a lot of convenience for Winnet, which means that accessing the factory will no longer be a problem, and she is completely covered by the straw.

The gathered wheat sea is like the blurred sea level in the night.

Finding the right direction, Winnet quickly shuttled and swam along the periphery of the wheat stalks. She took out the dagger, harvested the long stems that hindered her movement, crawled out of the wheat bushes, and confirmed the location of the factory and the distance between her and the factory. .

She came a little early, and the people of Aberius had not yet arrived.

If Avelina was a smart person, she wouldn't have come here unprepared, and what's more, she wouldn't have come here in person at all, but called a few scapegoats who had no combat capabilities.

This means that the side of the mud participation may not have too much loss, thus increasing her combat intensity.But there is another possibility. Avelina is sure to "kick off" the mud participants and has made sufficient preparations.

Winnet lurked patiently, and for about three to ten minutes she heard the noise from the truck.Trucks are reasonable choices for transporting medicines and soldiers. Winnett knew that she could not see the situation clearly, so she simply closed her eyes and calmed down to capture the footsteps, judge the number of people and the specific location.

She quickly felt the interlacing of light, and the other party walked into the factory with a flashlight.The light caused errors in her judgment of the edges of fuzzy things. After waiting for the light source to disappear, Winnet took a deep breath and concentrated, keeping her head as clear as glass, and quickly left the straw bushes and walked around to the back edge of the factory.

As she expected, the Mud Ginseng will deploy patrolling personnel around to guard against Aberius' means.

Winnet enjoys the feeling of turning herself into a sharp sword in the shadows, and gradually evolves into a sick and hyperactive state, which even improves her physical fitness and explosive power.

Winnet moved when she confirmed that one of the group was searching in a zigzag.

She didn't draw a gun, and the silver dagger hid in the dark side of the moonlight.

Her attack was swift and deadly, with a blunt right fist that passed the corner and passed the throat of the personnel, killing one of the attendees instantly.

The person who was with him was not spared either. Winnet lowered her figure and passed behind him like a shadow. She inserted the dagger into his throat with her left hand and covered the opponent's mouth with her right hand, killing both of them face to face.

After hiding their bodies in the straw, Winnet murmured, "Try to go back in the middle of the night."

……

ps: Ms. Winnet wants everyone to help me come up with a title.

075 Why is there someone of my own?

Winnet didn't rush forward, she deeply understood the importance of clipping the wings, and marked the patrol's activity route early in the morning, so she began to ambush in front of the junction of the crossing routes.

Originally, she planned to disguise herself and take off the clothes of the dead ginseng minions, but Miss Winnet couldn't stand the smell like her adoptive father's stinky boots, so she gave up this idea and turned to lie in ambush Before the line, before the team converges, kill the participants in batches.

Although the size of the factory is not small, the patrol manpower is not sufficient, and there are only eight people on the periphery.

Winnet didn't expend much physical energy, and wiped them all out. Since the process of moving the corpses was too cumbersome, she simply gave up the safe approach and directly chose the safe exit of one of the three entrances and exits of the factory.

She was sure to hear the lighter, and there was a wall, and when she walked into the quick exit, the dark stairs were empty.She speculated that the participants in the mud meeting were fishing behind the door she was going to pass by, quietly approaching the door, and Winnet hid behind the door, waiting quietly.

Winette is distraught by the passage of time, more worried about being told off by Shirley than about the task at hand.A group of rookies who can only shoot indiscriminately but are unable to shoot, and have almost zero ability to deal with emergencies, to her, it is like a novice slime in a Japanese RPG.

Unable to wait, Winnet picked up a stone and threw it down the stairs, making a crisp and echoing sound.

"Who?" the man asked from behind the door. "Is anyone there?"

Of course, it was impossible for Winnet to respond to him. To be on the safe side, she moved a little away from the door. After all, if it was her, she would definitely shoot at the door first.However, the discipline and vigilance of the mud participants were not enough. The people behind the door opened the door grandiosely, but they were stabbed in the throat by Winnet's dagger, leaving a bloody scar.

Now, the red on Winette's mask is not all paint, but thick blood spurted by the enemy.

The enemy held by her palm was more active than she had imagined, and she stabbed it a few more times like crazy, and when she drew it back, the blood was wiped clean.

Suddenly, Winnett's initial excitement turned to frustration.This group of people is even more useless than ordinary people who are in a hurry. Although she is in the front of the surprise attack, her resilience is too poor.

Even if her life was as fragile as paper, these people didn't have the ability to leave scratches. Besides, her life must have been blessed by the divine, and she was also treated by Shirley.

Winnet felt that the spiritual fear she had created for herself was far more powerful than what her enemies symbolized. She longed for an insane goblin, or a demon who knew no pain, to stand in front of her and serve her well. Add some fun.

Weak enemies who are taken away with a single blow of the dagger, as long as they don't swarm up all at once, it doesn't matter how many they come.

They are neither lively and kind people, nor defenders of justice, and they are far from reaching the realm of demons. The only thing they can surpass Satan is death.

With the mentality of holding a boring purification ceremony, Winnet walked through the door and continued to catch subtle movements with her ears.Once inside the factory, the defense is much more relaxed, like an arch built with flowers on the streets of Paris-welcoming her arrival.

Her thoughts no longer ran high, and she lost the fighting spirit of being a believer heading to heaven.

Climbing up the same iron ladder as the training base back then, she climbed up the suspension bridge in the air with an almost weird balance. All the content that Ji Luxi taught her has been thoroughly digested by her heart-this confirms the talents of Belmode and Ji Luxi Say—she does have a talent for killing.

Winnet turned backwards, landed on the shoulder of a minion, stabbed, and by now, almost all obstacles were cleared away.

She hid in a high place, behind an iron frame suspended by ropes, and had a panoramic view of the confrontation between the mud and Aberius below.

"This is different from the agreement!" Qi Yuan Kazuki roared angrily, as if he wanted to use his voice to force his opponent to obey, "Where is that woman Avelina, call her here!"

"Unfortunately." Pittman, the leader who participated in the transaction on behalf of Avelina, shook his head and replied, "Avelina has already fled ahead of time, and the evidence she submitted to Mr. Patrick is a pile of waste paper."