Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

She wanted to meet the other person.

While looking at her phone, she saw the FBI agent who had been chasing her recently in the rearview mirror.

Vermouth sighed.

"I'm going to hang up now. We can't get the FBI kittens involved. Let's meet over there, Jean."

After hanging up the phone, Vermouth stepped hard on the accelerator, changed gears, and accelerated instantly amid the roar of the engine.

FBI agent Judy Stelling, who was following behind Vermouth, also accelerated, but was blocked by other drivers on the road at the intersection due to Vermouth's drifting on the solid line to change lanes.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Judy shouted and honked the horn.

"It's no use." Akai Shuichi, who was sitting in the back of the car, said, "Your driving skills can't catch up with her."

"But don't worry. I already know where her destination is."

"what?"

Akai Shuichi replied:

"Japan."

……

210 Transaction and Explosion

Dahei Building, top floor.

Wearing sunglasses, earrings, a light-colored sweater and a suit jacket, Winnett sat at the edge of the "Cocktail" bar, waiting for the trading target that Clyde had helped her to locate to arrive.

After a while, Nakajima Hideaki, wearing a work suit, entered the bar. After looking around, he found Winette, who was wearing a cyan scarf, and sat down opposite her seat.

Winette did her research.

Nakajima Hideaki is a game designer for the game company Mantangtang, but due to his gambling habit and investment failures, he owes a lot of money to underground banks and is in dire straits.

There were only her and the other person sitting on the sofa in the corner. The atmosphere seemed to be compressed into air and floating around - there seemed to be a tense and anxious air floating around Nakajima Hideaki.

Judging from the situation, Nakajima was completely at a loss and placed all his hopes on the deal with her.

In Winnet's view, this is the ideal trading partner: simple and transparent, with no room for maneuver, and only interested in money.

They sat opposite each other, Winette shook the wine glass in her hand, and Nakajima Hideaki, who had been waiting for a few seconds, began to get restless.

"Are you the one who called me here?"

Nakajima Hideaki anxiously held his briefcase and looked up at Winnet, breaking the silence.

Winette poured a glass into the empty cup and pushed it in front of Nakajima.

"I don't drink now."

Nakajima was worried that there might be something strange in the wine. He found this transaction on the dark web, and there was no guarantee of safety, so he just wanted to give it a try.

When he received the information that the meeting place was a public place like a bar on the rooftop of a building, he finally felt relieved. At least it didn't seem like a threat or a liar.

“There’s soda in this.”

Winnett’s words stunned Nakajima.

"Soda?"

"Yes. We are not representatives of the companies we deal with, so drinking culture is not applicable to us. Besides, alcohol can have a negative impact when discussing matters. Mr. Nakajima, you don't need to be too nervous. Just treat the transaction as shopping at a convenience store. Now, you are thirsty."

"I want to get to the point."

Nakajima picked up the cup and took a sip. After he calmed down, he realized that there was no need for the other party to give him any drugs.

"Well, I'll just briefly explain the contents. You just need to hand over the 'list' to me, and you'll get one million dollars. That's all."

"That's it?"

"Yes, that's all."

Winnet nodded in affirmation.

The organization would not pay attention to a small character like Nakajima, who was just a disposable item, and the price was money. Money was earned to be spent, and the funds in her hands were all earned by Gin with great effort, and were used to buy the intelligence and land needed by the organization, or to support new people.

What she is currently doing is intelligence purchasing - the organization needs a list of the world's top software designers.

Manten is a top-notch game software production company in Tokyo that is at the forefront of the world. They are keen on communicating with companies and industries of the same level, as well as recruiting talents, and have retained information on outstanding software designers from around the world.

"Then I will arrange the transaction, okay?"

Nakajima requested to relieve dry mouth.

Even though the person sitting opposite him was a woman, it didn't mean that he should let down his guard. Transactions on the dark web were unsecured and had to go through a third party.

Winette understood Nakajima's idea. If they conducted a direct transaction, Nakajima would be afraid of not getting the money and being silenced.

Therefore, he must take some initiative.

"It doesn't matter."

Winnet said casually. Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem for the organization. If they really kill such a small character, it would be even more troublesome if there are any loopholes left.

She only needed to judge whether Nakajima's request would be disadvantageous to them.

"Mr. Nakajima, I understand your concerns, but I hope for a win-win solution for both of us. Also, you'd better understand that for me, the transaction partner does not have to be you."

"I understand."

Nakajima nodded, then placed the suitcase he was carrying on the table, "Please accept it."

Winnet took the box, opened it and saw that it was empty.

"Mr. Nakajima, what do you mean?"

"Tomorrow morning, Mantiantang Company will hold a press conference and will be open to the public. Please put the transaction funds into this suitcase and hand it over to the company's storage office."

Nakajima continued:

"Then we will exchange the number plates for the luggage in private and take each other's luggage. I will secretly give you the key to the luggage."

"Ok."

Winette thought about it and felt that Nakajima's two conditions of trading in a public place with a third party were normal demands.

"But the person who wants to trade with you is not me."

"Who is that?"

"A big, burly guy," she said. "He's dressed all in black and has a beauty chin... Well, he'll try to make contact with you."

"I hope you don't do unnecessary things, Mr. Nakajima, otherwise his temper is not as good as mine."

I don't know how to do it, but I know it's a long time

Hearing Winnet's words, Nakajima nodded, then hunched over, left his seat, and walked out of the bar.

Less than five minutes after Nakajima left, Winette came to the women's bathroom in the building. Since it was at the corner of the top floor, few people came in, so he called Tequila.

"Hey, it's me."

"Why didn't Vodka contact me?" Tequila asked on the other end of the line, "He was the one who contacted me before."

Winnett didn't care about Tequila's faux pas. She was always patient with people who were not self-aware.

"The person you're meeting with is Vodka, but I'm the one who arranged the plan." Winnett put her legs on the toilet. "Although this notice is a little late, you'd better understand it quickly. It's better for you to follow my orders."

Tequila, who was standing in the phone booth, looked stern.

After a long time,

All the missions he had carried out in Kansai before were actually done by a woman?

Tequila was irritable, but not stupid. If the successful transactions and threats were all arranged by the woman on the other end of the phone, then the woman's position in the organization was much higher and more important than his.

Even if he had brought bad luck upon his top boss, he would not be so arrogant.

"I see." Tequila straightened his attitude, "How should I address you?"

"Abbes."

Tequila was startled again.

He remembered the rumors within the organization that member Abice was actually a man.

It seems that the rumor is not credible, or it is a false news spread by this adult. According to the rumor, there is another big man who is in charge of the Tokyo area with Gin, and maybe it is the other party.

"Abby, what should I do?"

The organizations are referred to by code names, and there is no essential hierarchy among the core members. However, there are hidden status gaps depending on how much the boss values ​​them. Tequila has been in the organization for a long time, so he naturally knows this.

For example, Qin has been a popular figure around the boss for many years.

"Well," Winnett smiled, "Before the transaction, there is one more thing I want you to do."

……

211 Airport, danger!

"Go to Dongdu International Airport at 7 o'clock tonight. Then someone will hand you a box of cash."

"Take your suitcase and stuff heavy items inside; take the suitcase to the service station and buy a flight ticket for 9 pm. Enter the airport, leave the suitcase in Rest Area No. 2, and report your lost luggage to the front desk ground staff. After you find it, go to Channel No. 9, check in your luggage, and hand it over to the staff."

"After completing these, go to the underground parking lot and someone will contact you and tell you the next steps."

"Be sure to remember this."

After finishing her speech, Winnet gave a warning.

Tequila took a small notebook and wrote down the key information.

"I see. So tomorrow's deal—"

Winette put her legs down, "When you're done with this, someone will tell you."

"it is good."

Tequila hung up the phone. He looked around cautiously and entered the department store. He prepared the suitcase according to Winette's instructions, stuffing it with high-density contents to increase the weight of the suitcase. He stayed in a coffee shop near the airport until six in the evening and began to act according to Winette's plan.

He quickly bought a ticket at the service station and the flight was from Japan to Florence.

Just ten minutes before he booked the ticket, someone refunded it, allowing him to book it smoothly. This development made him suspect that he was being monitored - this lack of trust made him a little unhappy.

Holding the ticket, Tequila went through security. A person next to him spilled juice on him while he was being checked.

A little man with a sneer.

Tequila was furious. He wanted to pick up the little guy and throw him out. However, he couldn't cause any trouble while on duty. With an unhappy snort, Tequila refused the other party's wiping service and followed Winnet's request to go to the No. 2 waiting area to put down the luggage.

During this short period of time, he noticed the problem.

As an old man in the organization, he specializes in intimidation, underground transactions, and extortion, and is familiar with all kinds of means.

"So that's it..."

The man who deliberately spilled the drink on him stuffed a note into his suit pocket, while the man sitting next to him in a peaked cap with his hands in his pockets took the box.

Tequila came the day before yesterday and reported the lost luggage. Then a young male ground staff in his twenties took the initiative to take over the task. He led him to a place completely different from the No. 2 rest area - a platform with few people waiting.

"Sir, your luggage."

Tequila picked up a box that was almost weightless, did not board the plane, and went back outside the waiting room and came to the underground parking lot designated by Winette.

A black car came out and drove in front of him. Clyde lowered the window and smiled at Tequila, "Get in." He said. With the previous arrangement, Tequila didn't think much and got in Clyde's car. Clyde turned a corner recklessly, passing through the dense traffic and passing the toll booth.

After a while, Tequila heard Clyde's voice, which was as cheerful as that of a college student who was proficient in social skills, completely contrary to the organization's usual style.

Although Tequila had never met Clyde, he had already assumed in his mind that he was an undercover member in society, a man planted by Abby.

"Open the box and contact her. It contains the information she needs," said Clyde.

Tequila opened the box and found only a note inside.

"Flight information..."

As soon as he saw the note, Tequila understood the nature of the deal. He quickly dialed Winette's number and looked out the window toward the airport. After dialing, he immediately read the note: "9:20, Gate 5."

"OK!"

Winnet smiled after getting the news she wanted. At this moment, she was wearing the uniform of an airport staff member - a poor guy had been replaced by her. She hung up the phone and immediately dialed a new number. "Good evening, ma'am." She said with her headphones on, "It seems that I won the bet." She adjusted her phone to the photo of the flight.