Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

It was hard not to associate Rum's proposal with a means of manipulating dissidents.

He stubbed out the burning ember in the ashes and said, "Let's go see Shirley."

"Shirley?" Vodka was stunned.

He couldn't understand what all this had to do with Shirley.

Vodka stared at the road ahead, thinking for a while, and gradually came to his senses. He still felt that it was not reasonable, so he asked again: "Brother, didn't Ablis deal with Shirley's matter? It doesn't affect our participation in the mission at all. Looking at Ablis's expression, it's impossible for her to treat Shirley as a young lady in the boudoir, right?"

Gin sneered: "Do you think that Ablis's attitude towards Shirley is really like that?"

Vodka nodded, but he still hadn't reacted. "Isn't it?" he asked, "When they were in the United States, their relationship was already incompatible. Chianti and Cohen, who were on the mission together, also thought so."

Gin knew that Vodka was a bit straightforward, and he didn't expect Vodka to understand the twists and turns. He snorted coldly, "Don't you think it's too deliberate? Why did Winette treat Shirley mercilessly in front of everyone? Was she really just sadistic or for other interests? Think about Vermouth. Women are born with the talent to deceive, especially when others don't know them well enough."

Vodka suddenly realized.

He really didn't expect that Abris was acting for others. If that was the case, then she was performing at a high intensity. He thought about it carefully, and Abris really had no reason to hate Shirley. Transferring Vermouth's attitude? That was too abnormal. Abris was not a puppet completely controlled by Vermouth.

But even if Ablis and Shirley had a good relationship, didn't they already distance themselves from each other during their last conversation?

Abris said that she killed Miyano Akemi with her own hands.

Shirley - it was impossible for Miyano Shiho not to hate her.

But Vodka didn't ask, because his elder brother would never confirm anything rashly.

"It is indeed puzzling that she took the blame for killing Miyano Akemi. But the premise is that Miyano Akemi is really dead."

Gin pulled out a stack of what looked like waste paper from his pocket. The content on it was a news clipping of the 1 billion yen robbery, and there was nothing wrong with it. A few days ago, he had bribed the hospital staff to obtain information about the burned female corpse, which was almost the same as Miyano Akemi's body. The degree of burning was too severe to make a more detailed judgment.

One of the key pieces of evidence in the whole incident is that there are only fingerprints of Akemi Miyano and Akira Hirota on her phone, which almost eliminates the possibility of someone else impersonating her.

But the adult's request means that this conclusion is not yet a foregone conclusion.

Vodka remembered that it was his elder brother who confirmed Miyano Akemi's death. Doubting himself was not his elder brother's style, so he cautiously asked, "Does that gentleman think Miyano Akemi is still alive?"

"Who knows?" Gin said, "It was probably Rum's request. He felt threatened by Abis, who affected his importance. Hehe... No matter what, we must follow the orders of that adult. Even our mission this time was decided in advance... Leaving Shirley to Abis's care was just a cover."

"A cover?"

"Yes, it's a cover." Gin explained, "It's just a nominal supervision. Even for us, it's impossible for us to go and see a researcher for no reason. Shirley is under house arrest, and Abis will not do that either. So, we just need to make up a lie. A lie can test Shirley's true thoughts about Abis."

"As it happens, didn't Ablis make a big scene? Not only did she have to go up against Akai Shuichi and the FBI, but now she has to go up against the CIA. If we tell Shirley about Ablis's death, what will she do?"

Vodka confused thinking.

He felt that Shirley might not believe it, but this was the easiest place to tamper with it. All he had to do was prevent Abris and Shirley from meeting and create some false information.

The key is Shirley's reaction after knowing this.

Vodka paused, then smiled fiercely and said, "Shirley might get her revenge and continue to work for us. If she really has a close relationship with Abis, it would also put an end to her thoughts... Well, I think it's unlikely."

"What a bad taste." Gin leaned back in his chair and said in boredom, "Rum."

"No matter what, they can't meet again. Because this is an unstable factor. Go to the research institute."

Vodka turned from the cross-sea bridge.

Before they returned to Dongdu, Shirley had repeatedly given feedback to the adult, saying that they needed an explanation of the "Miyano Akemi incident" that determined "Ablis's death." On the other hand, they would also punish her by restricting her personal freedom, that is, taking her to the newly established research institute and placing her under house arrest until she was willing to continue developing drugs.

After arriving, Gin lit another cigarette. They said hello to the guards and came to Shirley's laboratory.

He turned the doorknob with his hand; it was locked.

Gin took a step back, and Vodka stepped forward and knocked hard on the door, shouting, "Shirley, open the door."

However, it did not produce any results. The door remained closed and no sound came from inside, as if no one lived there at all.

"Brother, it seems that she is not going to open the door." Vodka said, "The guard said that they put the food at the door, but she didn't eat much, just enough to sustain life."

"Intelligence makes one learn to compromise. Humph, a hunger strike won't do her any good."

Gin took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the aluminum door.

boom!

boom!

The door lock snapped, and the door opened like a curtain blown by the wind. Gin walked into the dark room and turned on the light. Shirley, who was sitting on the bed, looked lifeless.

Gin and Vodka walked in front of her, but Shirley didn't even look up. She was like a puppet with its strings cut, and became slow to notice everything around her.

He looked down at her, raised the black muzzle of the gun and pointed it at her forehead.

After two seconds, Shirley showed a strange smile. "Has the punishment been issued? I thought the person who came to kill me was..."

Gin put the gun back in his arms and laughed through gritted teeth.

Shirley looked up at him expressionlessly.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Shirley."

"Congratulations?" She became excited and grabbed the collar of Gin's coat. "Did you come here specially to mock and provoke me?"

Seeing this, Vodka also pulled out his gun and pointed it at Shirley. When had his elder brother ever suffered such humiliation - being pulled by the collar by a woman?

"Do not."

He grinned and said, "Ablis is dead. Died at the hands of Akai Shuichi, the FBI, and the CIA."

"Isn't this something worth congratulating for you who hates Abris?"

"W-what did you say?"

Shirley's eyes widened, and her hands holding Gin gradually lost strength and slipped off the surface of the black coat. At this moment, reason and emotion began a duel with the purpose of killing; this unbelievable news was like a cold and cruel ice cone piercing her ears, damaging her semicircular canals, and bringing unbearable and extreme pain beyond the surface of the body.

She didn't believe it. This was not something she could believe. It was as if as long as she had the slightest thought of believing it, she would begin to fall into the abyss of pain in an irreversible way.

It seemed that only by regarding it as a dream and a lie would she not think about the mechanical breathing, activating it, and then being strangled by the bad news.

Shirley felt that her body was losing vitality and her sense of balance was destroyed, but all of this was less than the disaster in her heart. Her inner world was undergoing annihilation, and the pillars that had always supported her were collapsing. However, there was only one chance for her to turn around, which made her doubt both rationally and emotionally, and rejected the truth in Gin's words.

But this man, this ruthless executioner, disdained to use anything related to trickery, especially since he was in an absolutely dominant position and treated her like a joke.

Shirley tried her best to keep her rationality and sensibility in a state of balance - which meant that she should be happy and take revenge, and demand the so-called evidence to prove Winnet's death - but at the same time she had to be sure that they did not exist, which was the key means for her to preserve her will.

Recalling her memories of being with Winnet, she never failed in any dangerous mission. She would get hurt at the beginning, but since Winnet promised her, she never took risks and got hurt. Winnet's smile no longer looked fake, and her expression showed a very good mood. Sometimes, she felt that the kind and friendly pastor who treated everyone was the real Winnet.

She had seen Winnet fighting with her own eyes, and she didn't believe that such a strong girl would lose in a battle under the organization's base camp.

"Are you serious? That guy is dead? She will die? Who can be a match for a mad dog-like woman? Do you think this can deceive me so that I can continue to work for the organization?"

"Don't forget, even if she killed my sister, it was with your instructions," Shirley said.

"You are a smart person. You know there is no reason for me to lie to you. Besides, is it really the organization that you should hate?"

"What do you mean?"

"The organization allowed your sister to live for so long because of the importance of you two sisters. Although Abris treated you badly, she never did anything too extreme to you, right? So, don't play dumb anymore. No one knows the real reason for Miyano Akemi's death better than you, right?"

"You mean, just because she was cheated by a man. Just because of this! Because of this!?"

"Before he became an emotional fraudster, he was an undercover agent in the organization and an FBI agent. Your sister introduced a traitor to us, and after the traitor escaped, she still tried to contact him and find out about him. The tolerance of the organization is limited, just like you now. That look is so good! The expression of a beast in despair... Can't the death of Abbes change your mind?"

The corners of Gin's mouth curled up. "You look so ugly!"

"No, her life or death has nothing to do with me." Shirley raised her head and answered. In fact, she couldn't tell what she was saying at all, because Winnet had ordered her not to reveal her true feelings.

"So, have you changed your mind about Akai Shuichi who helped your sister to avenge her?"

Shirley didn't reply.

What can she think of such a person? A guy who messed up her and her sister's life. Even an elementary school student can clearly distinguish who should be resented, but it is just resentment. If people are not capable enough, they will attribute the mistakes to the object that is easy to vent. This is the reason why the organization brought up "Ablis's death". Because she couldn't point her resentment to Akai Shuichi and couldn't do anything unfavorable to him, the "Ablis" that made her angry in front of her became a sacrifice-producing the answer of "Since it's like this, is there any more powerful explanation?"

Gin signaled to Vodka with his eyes, asking her to escort Shirley to the car.

And Shirley fell into a state of self-doubt.

Was Winette really murdered?

This piece of information was like an answer sheet. As long as the victim was handed over, even if it was not so reasonable, it would not be easy for her to delve deeper.

How should she react in this situation to be normal? Normal? If Winnett was really killed, how would she stay "normal"?

She wanted to moan, to cover her face with her hands, to find a place to throw herself down. But she couldn't accept this conclusion. Unless she saw it with her own eyes, no matter how shaken she was, she couldn't believe it.

Gin glanced at Shirley, who looked like an empty shell. Seeing that she followed him obediently like a puppet, he said nothing more. He had seen many similar situations, and sometimes people would go crazy after a breakdown. Relatively speaking, that reaction was not bad. Shirley looked so distraught, and he could roughly imagine what might happen next.

Mechanically serving the organization, attributing hatred to Shuichi Akai, or even taking suicidal actions out of weakness.

In his opinion, "Abbey's death" did not cause any major mood swings in Shirley.

"Where to go?"

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Shirley's voice lacked life.

In Gin's opinion, this is a weak creature without resistance, and there is no fun in hunting it. He held a cigarette in his mouth, "The new research institute, whether to use it or not, depends on your choice."

Shirley's boredom had completely made him lose interest.

She followed Vodka into the car mechanically, not paying attention to the surroundings. She only knew that she was still within the city limits, which meant that she was just moving from one cage to another - a change she had become accustomed to.

She leaned against the car cushion, feeling the edges of the Walkman she carried with her. It seemed to be the only signal that made her feel alive.

Everything around me seemed unreal.

The night was filled with drizzle, and the yellow and red trees with the glory of early autumn became hazy through the glass covered with raindrops.

……

Winnet received information from Gin and began to implement the cleanup plan.

The fact that Renata was sniped means that the CIA's pursuers have also followed her. This will interfere with her cleanup process to a certain extent. The hostile forces from the dark are always a threat.

Winette returned to her residence and entered her name, photo, and private information into the computer.

In the next few days, she returned to her daily life as a pastor. She participated in the activities of the foundation and worked with Akane to reform the church model. In secret, she sent Clyde and the organization to collect relevant information - he went to Osaka with Tequila.

Four days later, preparations were complete.

Winette took action.

Her target is the secretary of a big company boss.

Winnet successfully sneaked into the hotel, disguised as a staff member, and went to the 20th floor of the hotel. She knocked on the door and pretended to be the hotel's lunch delivery service.

As soon as the man opened the door, he was knocked unconscious by Winnet.

She tied the man to a chair and stood in front of the French window. Chianti was on the building diagonally opposite, pointing his gun at the vicinity.

However, Chianti's target was not the man in the hotel, but the person who might arrive here soon to hand over the task to the man.

Winnett pulled the curtains, opened a gap of four or five centimeters, and looked out at the street below. There was a relatively famous restaurant in the hotel, and night was a good time for a secret meeting, but she needed to try her best to avoid this possibility.

In fact, this approach is quite boring. From the hotel window, you can't see all the nearby buildings, and the colors of the neon lights are definitely not beautiful. There is only the noisy sound of cars passing through the intersection, and through this small gap, you can only see a cross-section of the sky.

After closing the curtains, Winnet turned around. This was a room in a high-end hotel, so it looked spacious and lavish. The dressing table and the big bed exuded a calm temperament, rather than the spacious and luxurious style of the American ones.

"I know you're awake."

Winnett said to the man who was tied to a chair from behind. The man in his forties was sitting facing the table, with his head tilted in a sleepy state, like a college student who was about to fall asleep in class.

The man said nothing.

Winette has a very short temper.

Because of this mission, it became more difficult for her to see Shirley. It was hard to say how such an action would be evaluated when she went to see a person under house arrest during an operation.

Winnett threw a few photos from her coat pocket, which happened to be stuck on the front of the table so that the man could see them.

Then she slightly pulled down the cloth covering the man's mouth.

Before coming here, she already knew that the hotel had good sound insulation and was not afraid of men shouting.

She still has a lot of time tonight, until dawn, to deal with CIA-related matters.

"You!?" the man pretending to faint said. Because the people in the photo were none other than the family he had built in Japan.

Of all the people Winnet had seen who needed to be punished, this man was the most likable. There were no cigarettes or whiskey in the room, he was dressed neatly and neatly, and he showed normal reactions to his wife and daughter, unlike the traditional villains. Although Winnet subconsciously felt that spies were the worst kind of people, she did not feel too much disgust towards him.

Perhaps she felt that people who were too self-disciplined always had some abnormalities in them, so Winnet treated this man in a relatively kind way.

"CIA."

"Who are you?" The man changed from his initial panic and asked in a calm tone.