Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"The winner will be decided in eight minutes." Ji Luxi replied, "Abis lacks sufficient experience, so it's hard to predict what the result will be."

It’s not that she didn’t believe Winnet, but there is a difference between learning how to kill and actually killing someone.

She wasn't sure if Winnet could overcome the psychological barriers and avoid possible mistakes.

After all, enemies are not quite the same as bricks that serve as targets.

Vermouth was unhappy with Kirushi's attitude, but she still smiled easily. In her eyes, the conclusion was already obvious.

The Dark Angel, who was regarded as a fallen angel by Bridge, had already demonstrated her talents several years ago - this was something that Ji Luxi did not understand.

Then, she opened her phone and edited an email to Vodka, which read: "In ten minutes, the follow-up work will begin. I will activate Plan N and prepare the helicopter now."

On the other side, Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at his elder brother nervously, not knowing whether he should convey Vermouth's meaning.

"Big brother..."

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, but his panicked and rough voice still betrayed his uneasiness.

Jiuyisijiu Lingsānqijiu

Gin lit a cigarette and said, "It's the news about that woman Vermouth."

Vodka nodded quickly: "Brother, Vermouth asked us to send a helicopter to pick us up. Vermouth has already prepared a blasting team in advance."

"Want to throw a party for the girl she likes?" Gin snorted coldly, "This is really the temper of that woman. Just do as she is told. It seems that Abby's action is coming to an end."

……

020 Confession is a way that can move me more

The remaining ones are Wilson, who is good at hiding, and Boris, a former member of the Delta Force.

Winnett knew that the noise of the battle just now had been captured by these two people. During this period of time, the other party must have made some preparations.

If I were the other person, I would definitely not want to expose my movements.

To take the researcher hostage and evacuate, he had to do it without attracting the attention of the organization at the beginning. In other words, he needed to kill his pursuer quietly, and then take the researcher to escape while the organization was not able to react, using asymmetric information to increase his chances of survival.

If she was targeted by the organization the moment she left the institute, or if the organization received the news of her death as soon as possible, it would affect his escape.

In other words, his only chance of winning is to use the hostages to contain her and launch a guerrilla war.

In this case, hand-to-hand combat is the most ideal means, and guns are likely to attract the attention of organization members.

Will he hide in the room and wait for her to enter, or will he ambush her on the road like the big guy at the beginning?

No...it's still not right!

If anyone were to ambush a pursuer whose strength was unclear, they would not resort to the desperate strategy from the beginning.

If he hid in the laboratory and ambushed, it would be equivalent to cutting off his retreat in disguise and fighting the pursuer to the death in close combat, which would be too stupid.

Winnet stopped not far from the laboratory.

If it were her, she would choose to prepare for an ambush in front of the room where the researcher was imprisoned.

At the same time, leave a way out.

In this way, even if the pursuers rescue the researcher, their actions will be hindered by the burden they carry with them, which in turn increases the number of times they have to attack.

The position that can do this is -

"Laboratory No. 3..."

Winnett pictured the layout of the building in her mind. The higher the floors, the smaller the curvature of the building, and the larger the space. Laboratory No. 3 was located on such a micro-curve. The entire corridor was about yards long and there were no obstructions. If one wanted to aim at this corridor, the best position would be...

"The observation room on the fifth floor."

It is covered by a metal guardrail, and the specific situation above cannot be seen from below. As for the means to get there, there are only elevators and spiral staircases that look like octopus tentacles.

The former cannot be used, but the latter can prevent opponents from climbing up by placing a gun on the top.

But there is a price to pay for doing so. If the exit is guarded, you will still not be able to leave from the observation room on the fifth floor.

Will he choose to do this?

Winette thought about it and realized that Boris probably didn't expect that she would be able to remember the internal structure in a short time, so he adopted such an ambush.

Let's take a gamble...

Because there is actually a third way to reach Boris, which is to build a direct elevator with an independent power system, go to the top floor, and then use the ladder at the top like the one you would have on a water tower to descend to the observation room on the fifth floor.

However, if someone was lying in ambush at the exit leading to the elevator, she would have no way to escape.

If Boris had been careful enough, he might have set a trap in front of the elevator, but there was not enough time for him to set a sufficiently sophisticated trap. Similarly, the security personnel were not equipped with weapons that could be used for explosives, and as for the device that automatically fired bullets, the tolerance rate was too low.

At this stage, it has evolved into a psychological game.

According to her plan, Winnett rushed all the way to the top floor of the institute. After coming out of the elevator, she breathed the sweet night air again.

It seems that she won this gamble.

As she expected, a strong European man was crawling on the edge of the fence, holding an M4 carbine in his hand, aiming at the corridor leading to Laboratory No. 3 below, maintaining a sniper posture.

Perhaps he had not considered from the beginning that the enemy would use the dangerous elevator to attack him from above.

Winnet held her breath, ready to shoot the moment her body fell on the ladder.

The distance was only thirty yards, a distance she could hit with her eyes closed.

Winnett rubbed the trigger with her finger and jumped straight down, instantly stimulating Colt.

boom!

The moment she pulled the trigger, Winnet felt something was wrong.

Part of the ladder was loose and it made a noise before she could put her foot firmly on it!

Boris reacted quickly and held the gun, causing Winnett's bullet to hit the hard gun body.

"Tsk..."

Winnet, who was sure she could shoot the man in the head, only had one last bullet left.

Fortunately, Boris, whose guns were focused on him, had no time to adjust his body due to the strong impact.

Winnett took out the Beretta borrowed from Jilushi and pointed it at Boris, but saw that the other party raised his hands, threw the gun aside, and made a gesture of surrender.

"Please stop and listen to me!" Boris shouted.

According to Ji Luxi's teachings, she should shoot immediately at this time, but Winnett did not do so. To be honest, she was very interested in what the dying enemy in front of her would say.

"A child like you shouldn't join such an evil criminal organization... Think about it carefully. Children your age are all studying and growing up carefree. You should be like them! I know someone from the FBI. Do you know the witness protection program? As long as you agree to reveal intelligence about this organization, you can get the right to start over as an ordinary person!"

Deceiving.

Winnet understood, and he still wanted to make a final struggle.

He wanted to induce her to envy the lives of ordinary people through this method, so that she would be willing to listen to his stupid advice.

In fact, he had no such plan at all, and his knowledge of the FBI was a lie - he himself was targeted by the FBI and ended up in this situation - selling weapons to the mafia outside the organization, and even wanted to kill the contact person sent by the organization.

Winnett felt that there was no value in even thinking about it, it was just a lie of the devil to complete the puzzle of victory.

As soon as she stepped into the trap, the other party would pull out a gun and shoot her.

"Do you have any relatives, girl? I have a sister who is about your age. She has been in poor health since she was a child... I promised her that I would prepare a gift for her seventeenth birthday."

Winette slowly put down her gun and just watched him perform hard.

younger sister?

Winnet listened to the other person telling a clichéd story and was so sleepy that she almost cried. However, it was precisely because the story was clichéd and universal that people wanted to believe it.

As if thinking that she had let down her guard, Boris gradually walked towards her position.

During this process, Winnett also noticed a special sound, the sound of metal rubbing against skin, a familiar sound that she could hear every day during training.

He also had a weapon hidden somewhere on his body.

Lies are like bacteria; once one appears, they will multiply infinitely.

As a pastor, Miss Winnet was used to it.

"You know what? I'm a pastor." Winnett suddenly said, "I've heard your story from other people at least a dozen times. They can all tell a lot of trivial things, rich and tickling. But your story lacks flesh and blood, like a pile of dry cow dung. If you want to impress me, perhaps confession is a more effective way."

"But I'm no longer interested."

"Save your confession until you see God."

……

021 Are you trying to trick me? I’ll kill you!

boom!

3.58 seconds, six shots.

Before Boris could pull out his spare gear, Winette beat him to a pulp.

Judging from the incredulous expression on his face before he fell, he might have been wondering why a little girl could be completely indifferent.

"There is another one, Wilson who is good at hiding..."

Winnet murmured, and her boiling blood quickly cooled down.

At this moment, she felt the cold air filling the facility. The pores of her body opened like doors, and it seemed as if her flesh, blood, and emotions were immersed in this chill.

The enemy is much more fragile than imagined.

The scenes of being shot and wounded in combat that are often seen in movies and TV dramas did not appear, nor did the powerful enemies explode and fight back before dying. In the face of precise and high-lethal weapons, there was almost no possibility of dodging.

If he was good at hiding, he would have been scared and hidden somewhere.

Winnet sighed, "Fifteen minutes. The explosion is expected to start in ten minutes? Never mind. Let's just blow up the last enemy and this building together."

After loading up the Colt Python, which she was good at using, Winnett jumped down the spiral staircase and came to the front of Laboratory No. 3.

She pointed the gun at the wooden door, but thought of the possibility of endangering the researchers who needed protection, so she did not shoot. Instead, she gently put down the door handle, straightened her left hand holding the gun, and placed her right hand on the dagger hidden at her waist.

The friction sound of the door opening.

Winnet held her breath and looked around. There were three rows of test benches set up inside the room, and there was a compartment on the left.

She slowed down her pace and took aim every time she passed a row of test benches to make sure that no one was hiding under them. She threw the experimental gas cylinder in front of the entrance to the compartment, and it shattered with a snap.

No feedback.

During this gap, Winnett rolled over, then quickly raised her gun and saw four people who were tied up.

All four of them were wearing white coats and were blindfolded.

Two men, a woman, and a... child.

Although Miss Winnet was only fifteen years old, she thought that she was already an older woman who had passed her expiration date, so she always felt a little weird looking at the little girl in front of her with long wavy, slightly curly brown hair.

The organization actually employs child labor...

Having said that, a genius researcher is similar to a genius hacker, right? The latter is called that because he is probably between eight and fourteen years old?

After Miss Winnet confirmed that there was no other danger, she breathed a sigh of relief and began to untie the bound little girl, then removed her blindfold and the tape on her mouth.

Old bell

During this process, the little girl herself was struggling, fearfully using her arms to swing Winnet's hands away. When the series of restraints were untied and the little girl saw Winnet's appearance, her cheeks were red from the tape and her eyes trembled slightly.

Beautiful blue eyes.

"Who... are you?" The brown-haired girl arched her body towards the wall, as if she was on guard against dangerous animals.

The person being alerted is undoubtedly himself.

Winnet saw her own blurry shadow in the blank container in the laboratory. Although there was only a little blood on her cheek, she felt particularly strange, especially her eyes. Her eyes looked cold and empty, just like a doll placed in a window.

At such a close distance, her features were clearly visible in the little girl's eyes.

"So, you are the organization's genius researcher? If so, I am here to save you."

Winnet briefly stated the reason. If she were normally active as a pastor, she would have guided the girl with a smile and told her about the glory of the Lord, but she was not in that mood at the moment.

Even his usual cunningness was gone.

From a mission perspective, it's better not to cause any unpleasantness before getting the girl out.