Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winette then realized that Renata was injured. She tore off her clothes and saw the thick gauze wrapped under her chest, with some dried black and red blood inside, located around her lungs.

Although she couldn't see the condition of the wound, she judged that the continuous internal bleeding was caused by a gunshot wound.

Gunshot wound?

In Japan, there are limited channels for obtaining guns except for the police. Ordinary people can only rely on smuggling and modification to obtain guns. If it is a large group or company, there are indeed channels to obtain guns, but she does not think these people can threaten Renata.

That night at the dock, Renata had given her a strong sense of oppression. She ran over people who had not received systematic training like a car - crushing their fighting power, and it would send chills down their spines to face her.

"How is this going?"

Winnet helped her turn the buttons, but she looked a little strange, as if her forehead was hot, and she slowly fell into Winnet's arms.

"I'm fine..."

Renata tried to get up, but was helped by Winette. Although Winette had no feelings for her sister, if she wanted to die, what she did that night five years ago would be completely in vain. "You have a fever," she said. Winette did not let go of Renata, but held her horizontally. This posture made Renata feel a little weird, because she was taller and had a bigger frame, while her sister looked slender and weak, not like someone who could be lifted up with one hand.

"Just lie down." Winnett commanded with no emotion, "Who did it?"

"An accident." Renata said without blinking, feeling her heartbeat violently.

During her time in the organization, her ability to lie had greatly improved, as well as planting bombs, cracking codes, and transmitting intelligence - basically, she worked with Jacques.

The relationship between these core members sometimes seemed extremely close. Renata realized that the core members who had contact with each other in the organization were limited to a narrow range. Unless necessary, they would not have too many intersections. At most, they knew each other's code names and information about their work. Unlike Gin, who had a special mission, people from different regions rarely crossed borders.

After training, Renata gradually understood the cleverness of this approach - even if infiltrated by the enemy, the intelligence they could obtain and the impact they could cause were extremely limited, and they had to prepare corresponding results for the organization's requirements.

"Tsk, don't give me a perfunctory response!" Winette quickly found the medical box and large rolls of bandages left by Asai.

"The wound is open?"

"Yeah." Renata nodded.

"How could someone who could cause such a fatal injury to you be a small character? Who told you I was here? Did you..." Winette asked as she unbuttoned Renata's coat and found the wound. Although she was not good at this, she had a good understanding of hemostasis, emergency bandages, and the corresponding medicines for different injuries.

"The organization sent me to Japan."

Renata smiled. She saw Winnet's face stiffen, which was a confirmation of her abnormal desire and agitated emotions, making her satisfaction from successfully arriving here rise and become stronger. So, she wanted to see more changes from Winnet. It seemed that as long as Winnet reacted to her, she would be satisfied.

Renata has an impression of her mother.

My mother has a petite round face, a smooth wide forehead, a small upturned nose, plump cheeks and a pointed chin, a little like a cat. She is very afraid of the cold, so she always wears a plush coat. The coat looks like the skin of a Persian cat, but a little thicker.

She is very pretty and has a pleasant face, just like her sister's.

Renata felt that her sister had inherited almost everything about her mother - this was why they didn't look very similar, she looked rougher, maybe because of her street experience, or maybe she looked more like her father. In short, when she saw Winnett in person, she felt that the persistence she had been carrying out was correct - they were connected by blood.

"organize……"

After hearing this word, Winnett felt mixed emotions. How did this woman get in touch with the organization? Did she not die at the dock that night, but was still discovered by the organization, and then it turned out to be a situation that she could not predict?

"Yes," Renata said. "Grenache, my code name."

Winette found herself unable to respond, and just silently helped Renata deal with the situation. The continuous drama made her a little uncomfortable, so she didn't want to express any subjective thoughts, just like accepting the changes in the weather, passively digesting the information.

It would be easier for her to treat Renata as a member of the organization.

"So...what is your mission?" she asked.

"I have to give something to Gin. There's something he needs to take care of. But what I'm not sure is whether the organization has also notified him, because my scheduled arrival time has been significantly delayed." Renata explained.

"Gin is not in Japan now," Winnett said, "I'm not sure when he will come back. If it's a relatively urgent matter, you should tell me. Right now, the actions in Japan are basically controlled by me."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"oh, I understand now."

Renata's voice was not happy. Knowing that Winnett had obtained a high position in the organization was not good news for her at all. This represented the depth of Winnett's descent into this dark abyss, and also shattered her wish for her to leave this dangerous life.

If you can't leave, at least keep her away completely.

Renata thought that if she could stay in Japan, she could pick up the most dangerous and bad jobs to ensure that her sister would not be in danger. At least, now her focus is completely on her sister - this is atonement and redemption for her.

"I have a list of CIA spies abroad."

Renata said, but she didn't pull out any paper. She explained: "A considerable number of the spies targeting the organization stayed in Japan, preparing to infiltrate this key point. I'm not sure if they succeeded. After all, they wouldn't be stupid enough to use their real names. However, this document reveals their interpersonal relationships to some extent. There are many Europeans and Americans who are easy to identify in this country... But I think they will only choose the same Japanese as a wedge."

"Where's the list?"

"I can't give it to you for now," she said.

"why?"

"Because the boss didn't mention your name. It's that simple." Renata brought up her superior to eliminate the possibility of Winette being in danger.

Winnett was silent. She stared at Renata's face, then at her wound, and made a "tsk" sound. Then she looked at Renata with a determined look and said, "I promise you, I won't interfere in this matter. But I have to tell Gin about it in time. This is not a trivial matter."

"Really?"

"You're not talking to a sulky child, remember. I'm not acknowledging our relationship."

"Well," Renata softened her tone, "I'll write it to you later."

"Not urgent."

Winnett closed the curtains and double doors, found the kitchen, and poured water for Renata. Then she went to Asai's study to get a pen and paper. Winnett could guess that it was the kind Dr. Asai who took Renata in - and saved her life. Winnett's mind recalled the scene at that time, but the scene she reproduced was a little weird. Especially when he treated Renata's injuries, she thought that Renata should not have discovered that Asai Chengshi was a man, otherwise Renata would not have stayed so easily.

“Do you have a visa?”

"Yes, but my disguise was exposed," Renata replied, which meant that she was now a stowaway without a name, and it was difficult for her to handle many things.

"When the storm is over, I will help you arrange it." Only at this time did Winette think of the convenience of being a corporate daughter.

After Renata regained some strength, she wrote the list on paper and drew simple portraits based on several names.

Winnett suddenly looked serious.

“All in Japan?”

"Yes." Renata added, "According to the CIA's communication interval, CIA members hiding in Japan will receive the news within half a week. I will stay here..."

"Watching me while waiting for Gin's reply?" Winnet asked back.

Renata: “…”

She just wanted to observe from a distance and not disturb him.

She had not planned to meet Winnett before completing this task, so she sent a letter with the appointment date at the weekend, but she did not expect her sister to come to her on her own initiative.

Free skirt 95

Does she actually care about me?

Renata looked at Winnet's frosty face and felt that she seemed to have become even colder than the last time she held a gun. Perhaps it was due to her age, but she did seem to lack vitality.

Old things and a few Lingjiulong stables

Although the organization's orders were not frequent enough, Renata was always on espionage and assassination missions. She felt that Winnet was also constantly working for the organization, and was overwhelmed and had no time for herself. This made her determined that if she had the chance, she had to stay with Winnet and relax.

However, Winette did not understand Renata's thoughts. From the information collected by Renata, there was a clear grading system for spies from the CIA. The original names were code names, and the real names were the products of cracking.

Winnett had seen two of the men in these portraits, two who had died four years earlier.

At that time, a member of the organization, Kiel, was captured. They tried to pry out information about the organization from her, but ultimately failed. Because Kiel was tortured and given a confession drug, the organization did not suspect her...

Could it be that!

She looked through it again carefully, but did not find anyone who looked like Kiel.

No... Judging from her work with Kiel, Kiel did handle the organization's work seriously and no accidents like that happened again.

If Kiel was a nail in the organization, her patience was too good.

Even if Kiel is really related to the CIA, she is now completely out of contact. The CIA's intelligence network is completely unable to contact her. In disguise, Kiel is only connected to the organization. As long as she does not betray, no one can confirm these things.

Winette took out her phone to take a picture, edited it and sent it to Gin, Tequila and Clyde.

Gin was responsible for sending it, Tequila had been active in Osaka for a long time, and the two CIA members who died four years ago lived in Osaka, so it was conceivable that it was the main city for CIA to infiltrate; Clyde was sent it in the hope that he would help investigate the identities of these people. She specifically reminded him that it was just the most basic investigation and not to do anything to alarm the other party.

When Gin comes back, a purge operation will be inevitable, and naturally, she will participate in it.

"I have sent the message to Gin." Winette said, "Your mission has been completed. The boss will give you instructions directly, which means your performance has been recognized. However, you are not Japanese, so I am afraid you can't continue to act as a spy."

"I'm afraid that letting you get in touch with Gin is to recruit you into the action team."

After all, Chianti and Cohen are both snipers.

Renata is an experienced mercenary and a supplement to the combat power.

……

222 "Death News" and Reckoning

After doing all this, Winette wanted to go home. She stood up, and Renata, who was sitting on the sofa, showed a little woman's attitude that she didn't want her to leave, and stretched out her hand eagerly.

"When this is over, we will have a chance to work together. But as long as we are alive, don't even think about crossing the threshold of this identity." Winnett felt that she was too decisive, and added, "On the surface."

Renata did not grab Winnet's hand, but responded with a humorous smile and looked at Winnet's profile with an unbearable open-minded expression.

"My dear Sigrid, I should now call you Winnet Moriarty, and your code name. You doubted my self-control too much. During this period, my mind has been fully trained, it is like penance for me. In fact, after seeing you in person, their weight has been confirmed - the short separation is no longer heavy."

As she spoke, the hand floating in the air fell down, and Renata silently lowered her expectant eyes to her clenched knees.

Having the opportunity to live with my sister has fulfilled my previous wish.

Winette noticed the change in Renata's mentality and looked back at her. She seemed to confirm something in her eyes, which calmed the restless part of her. She put the hood back on and left Asai's residence.

Her mind was still on Renata's list. If the CIA was not so divided, perhaps they could have gotten some information about Kiel, especially since she was working as a TV anchor and could be easily discovered.

However, after all, that happened four years ago, so it is still relatively difficult to connect people together now.

Not long after she left Asai's house, her mobile phone rang. Sitting on a bench by the riverbank, Winnett put her arms on her legs and hunched over to answer the call.

"Hey, it's me."

"Abby, I don't need to say more." Gin's voice came from the phone, "Try to remove these wedges at the same time. Cohen and Chianti are on standby. I'll leave this matter to you."

Winnet let out a snort filled with laughter, a little reproachfully: "Isn't this your job, Jean?"

Gin was too lazy to argue with Winnet. It was the same as before. He had no interest in quarreling with women.

He brought up his superior: "That boss asked you to do it."

"But I informed you first?"

"You can ask him directly. Abhis, we'd better reduce unnecessary performances."

Gin implied that he relatively trusted Abris, but these boring tests directly increased the difficulty of the task and communication.

He never had any personal emotions regarding matters concerning the organization. Of course, if his superiors gave the order to liquidate, he would enjoy the pleasure of hunting prey that had nowhere to escape.

Winnett was a little confused: "I'm curious, what kind of task can take you so long? Isn't this kind of task of crushing rats in the gutter your favorite?"

"It's like giving up your beloved girl to someone else."

The squinty-eyed man played by Wynette opened his eyes, revealed an evil smile, and teased Gin, which was a little seasoning.

Gin chuckled and said, "Stop talking nonsense. This matter is very important. It is a test of your ability. You don't want to lower your reputation in that adult's heart, do you?"

"Humph! Of course."

After getting Winnett's reply, Gin hung up the phone. He was sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche 356A at the moment, lighting his favorite "JILOISES" cigarettes with a cigarette lighter. Then, he looked out the window at the night view. The black river surface was filled with reflections of colorful lights, and the neon lights of the largest observation deck across the river shone on the water, reflecting a crab pattern.

Vodka, who was sitting in the driver's seat, heard the entire conversation between the two. He was very puzzled: "Brother, since we have already rushed back, why do you still want to give the task of killing the spy to Ibis? Isn't this dividing your task?"

Gin opened the car window and blew the smoke out. His expression remained unchanged, but the hesitation in his words revealed his confusion about this arrangement.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and answered Vodka's question: "Don't guess what that adult is thinking. There is a reason why this matter was given to Abby. Because we have to do another thing, which makes it most credible."

Vodka: What's the matter?

As the right-hand man of the eldest brother, he rarely saw the eldest brother being so ambiguous about something. Usually, he would at most omit some of the deeper core and details. Vodka instinctively thought that there was something wrong with the eldest brother today.

Under normal circumstances, when his elder brother heard about an assassination mission, he would not care about trivial matters at all, and never explained it in any roundabout way.

Gin took a puff of his cigarette. He didn't know how to explain to Vodka. The reason why he concealed the return trip from Ablis was partly because of the rum issue and partly because of the instruction of that adult. Of course, the latter was the most important. What he didn't expect was that the adult actually doubted Ablis's loyalty - no, he only doubted her relationship with Shirley.

Gin himself didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Even if there really was an excessive amount of sympathy and love on the part of women, it wasn't a big deal. At most it just showed that Abris was a little selfish.

Considering Abis's status, as long as she didn't betray the organization, this level of incident wouldn't have any impact on her. From his point of view, this was more like Rum consolidating his own status in disguise - a blow that might threaten the development of his status and power.

Gin felt that Rum was a less likable person than Abris.

Not to mention that he likes to interfere in various matters at will, he hides too deeply. Even the core members who stay in Dongdu don't know his information - at most, there is only a code name. Although he knows part of it, he can't mention it to anyone. Compared with Abis's transparent relationship and development, Rum seems to be unfathomable.