Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Now he gives people a serious feeling.

"I should be the one asking you this question. It seems you haven't figured out your situation yet." Winnett took out the butt of the gun and hit the man on the forehead.

A piece of skin on his forehead was scraped off, and bright red blood continued to flow out.

Thanks to this attack, the man also saw what Winnet looked like at the moment. Judging from his physique, Winnet was just a thin man who did not pose any threat to others. Even now, the man still could not sense any danger from Winnet.

"Okay, I understand the situation." The man said in a low voice, "What do you want to know?"

"Oh." There was no threat in Winnet's eyes.

"What are you going to do?" the man asked again.

Winnett noticed his little move. The man was trying to distract her by talking to her directly, and then secretly used the metal layer from his sleeve to cut the rope that bound him.

He is not as cooperative as he appears to be.

Winnet wanted to say a few more words, but gave up after thinking it over. Because these guys always fail to correctly understand their own situation, there is no need to say more nonsense.

The man's movements were subtle, and on the surface he seemed to be struggling slightly. His eyes were fixed on Winnet, and he would occasionally look down at the photo on the table.

"Why don't you speak?" He almost trembled at his own question.

"Because you don't cooperate."

"I will cooperate with you..." the man emphasized, and began to think about the words in his mind. However, before he could straighten his tongue, Winnett took out a flying knife from her bosom, held it upside down, and cut the tendon on the man's hand in an instant. The severe pain made him open his mouth, and Winnett took the opportunity to stuff the hotel's disposable towel into his mouth.

The man's shoulders were shaking, his tied fists were clenched tightly, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

Winette sighed.

It was still the same. These guys always wanted to take chances and were not prepared to cooperate properly. In her impression, no one who talked too much was a worry-free person.

However, no matter how much they talked, they had no chance - the end result was death.

Winnett took out her gun, ejected the magazine, removed the bullets and reloaded them to kill time while the man was in pain. Because there were many people to deal with, she chose a gun with a removable magazine instead of the commonly used revolver.

When the man was almost calm, Winnett took the thing out of his mouth - the man was in so much pain that he almost had no strength to speak.

"You can be relieved if you die. Don't you think the price is too low?" Winnett sat on the table and squinted at the man. "Even if the CIA you work for loses one or two pawns, they won't think it's a big deal. Because in their eyes, Japan is just a tiny island country, a weak place that can't survive without relying on the United States."

"Do you think they will treat you as a human being? A Japanese? To them, you are just a speck of dust that maintains American rule at the cost of harming your own country."

"You are not so foolish as to believe that they are really on the same front with your motherland, right? Well, even if you don't say anything, I don't care, because, at the same time, your colleagues are dying in various ways."

Seeing the man's ferocious expression, Winnett continued, "Don't worry, they are more relaxed than you. After all, most of them are Americans, and you can imagine that at most they will steal or infiltrate your country. But you are different..."

The man recovered and spat at Winnett.

The next second, he was slapped by Winnet, his cheek was bleeding, and he was stunned for a moment.

"I see, you are from that organization. Do you think there is any point in saying those hypocritical words to me? Haha, even if I really did something wrong, it is not as harmful to this country as you!"

Winette thought about the organization's actions. Because a large amount of capital and equipment were needed, the talents in charge of the economic level of the organization were inclined to research and development, and the projects that could make money were transformed into part of the Karasuma Group. In these years, the Karasuma Group gradually disappeared, and was replaced by the operation of various industries headed by various members.

She was indeed a little confused. From a holistic perspective, the organization's development in Japan was actually more harmful than beneficial - she felt that this was related to the boss's attitude towards Japan.

At this point, it is impossible for this man to listen to anything else.

There are two reasons why Winnett chose him as the main target. One is that he successfully integrated into the local community, got married and had children. The other is that according to the evaluation of people around him, he has excellent character and a family that loves him enough.

"If you betray the CIA, your family will be safe," Winette said. She didn't lie. Killing a mother and her child who didn't know what was going on was worthless, but the man involved couldn't take such a gamble. "I don't like meaningless killings, but just like your lurking, it's my job to pry something out of you."

"..." The man fell silent.

"What do you think of the others?" he asked again, seeming to have turned back into the chatterbox he was at the beginning.

As an excellent student in the classroom of life, the man has always strived for the best. One of the keys to his life is to put things on the scale and make decisions. He is not the kind of person who dies heroically.

Winnett cooperated and took out a list of CIA members and glanced at it for the man. "Three have been dealt with, and you are the fourth. However, during our conversation, the number has probably doubled. They have been corrupted by this peaceful country for too long, and their skills as agents have rusted."

She almost announced, "Same with you."

This sentence made the man feel a little regretful, because Winnet's attitude was too indifferent, as if she was doing a mechanical job - no need for thinking and technical content. He had no doubt that the other party would practice every word that came out of her mouth. If his colleagues died in this sudden disaster, then his persistence would no longer make sense.

"Anyway, as long as I tell you what I know, my family will be safe, right?"

Hearing this, it was like the matter had come to an end. Next, all they had to do was pry some information out of him to put an end to the whole thing.

At this time, Winette received a call from Chianti.

"Ablis, a group of unidentified guys have entered the hotel." Chianti shook the scope and focused on the entrance. "There are six people in total, four of whom are Europeans and Americans. They don't look like tourists. They seem to have a clear goal and are moving very quickly. Could it be that something is wrong with you, Ablis?"

"Well, I'm sure." She glanced at the man who couldn't move, "There's nothing wrong with me."

"call……"

Winnet took a deep breath. "But this saves me some effort. Their presence here proves that my deduction is correct. Help me secure the route."

Chianti: “Understood.”

Although she was unhappy with Winnet, she still knew the importance of the matter and understood Winnet's abnormality, so she aimed her aim at the room where Winnet was.

Winnett opened half of the curtains to give Chianti a view to assist in shooting. She looked at the man again, "Sir, despair is a good medicine to save life."

"But it seems that your situation has become worse." The man tried to bargain.

Winette took a deep breath, knowing that actions speak louder than words. She left the man in the room, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway.

She confirmed the characteristics of the six people with Chianti, and the description was a little vague. She held a knife in her hand and hid it in her sleeve. Because shooting in a place like a hotel would make things very troublesome. CIA people may have guns, but they will not be on high alert and ready to shoot at any time.

It's quite troublesome to deal with six people at once.

Winette thought that sending so many people at the same time did not conform to the spy's action model. In other words, the people chasing Renata might not all be CIA people, but killers or criminals hired by the CIA for a deal. And they were stationed in the hotel, probably to act as protectors and combat forces for CIA personnel. She guessed that the person who came was not a qualified spy, but a civilian staff member inside.

Recruiting young and capable people is a feature of the CIA, but it takes several years to train a qualified person. At present, they don't take Renata too seriously, and they don't even know that she is a member of the organization.

Obvious. This was the only word that came to Winnett's mind. He stayed at the corner edge of the elevator, and the room she rented happened to be on the other side of the corner. After the elevator moved, a man with tattoos and a sinister look appeared. Winnett was most sensitive to evil people, especially killers. He took two steps back, opened the door of the rented room, closed it again, hummed a popular Japanese song by the rising star idol Okino Yoko, and embraced the tattooed man.

"..."

Before the tattooed man could make a sound, Winnet hit him in the throat with an elbow and he lost consciousness. She dragged the man to the rented room and took the elevator.

"Chianti, help me find the enemy's location."

"There are at least three people in the restaurant. One of them is looking at the watch and waiting for someone. The other two should be on guard. It is possible that there are more people."

She paused after she finished speaking. "Be careful, there's a big guy carrying something bad."

Winette then sighed.

Even if she wanted to make it simple, she couldn't do it. It was so annoying, so annoying that she wanted to put the bomb directly in the man's room and blow them up in one go. "It seems that the plan has to be changed. Chianti, wait for my signal... When I shoot, kill the man on the 20th floor. Shoot at a fixed target, don't tell me you will fail."

Chianti snorted, "You're still worried about yourself."

……

223 Meeting interrupted

"Ah, the atmosphere is a bit messed up."

Winnett muttered to herself, and suddenly realized that there was someone who would be easier to question than the man before. Thinking of this, she smiled and pressed her fingers on the gun handle.

This little challenge aroused her interest. Dealing with four or five people at the same time made her skin tremble for the first time in a long time and her stomach churned.

She put her hands in her pockets and walked like a young person who had lost interest in life. She walked into the restaurant, where a complicated orange-yellow chandelier hung from the ceiling, drawing a dividing line between light and dark, creating a "romantic" atmosphere. It was obvious at a glance that there were many men and women in their thirties enjoying sex and dating.

She felt very sorry for disturbing them.

As she walked towards the empty seats, she had already confirmed the location of the person who was ready to make a move. Adding together the people who needed to be looked after in the center, it was exactly the six people Chianti mentioned.

It was obvious at a glance that the few people leaning forward and alerting the surroundings came from another world, a group that had nothing to do with romance and love, and lived only to be loyal to money and desire. Killing was just an ordinary job, Winette didn't like them, but she was doing the same thing, just like now -

"Sir, what do you need?"

"Ah... let me see."

Winnet gave an ingratiating smile, giving the impression of a young man who was in financial difficulty.

At this time, a couple of guests happened to be arguing. In the moment when they were distracted, Winnet took out a pistol from her bosom, held it in both hands, and shot left and right.

She raised her arms horizontally, as if she didn't need to aim or confirm the enemy's location at all, but aimed and shot with a mysterious, well-honed instinct. Bang, bang! The gunshots continued, and in a short moment, she had already shot the guys on the left and right into sieves. The champagne man who was looking at the night view and leaning against the window was extremely panicked. The first thing he thought of was not to fight back, but to hide under the table.

The champagne man felt that this was what the killers and suspects should do - to protect him, an important person.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

The only guard who pulled out a gun, pointed it at Winnet, and something happened that made him doubt his life. At a distance of only about ten meters, his gun could not hit the thin man no matter what. Then, a hole appeared in the middle of his frightened eyes, and his wide-open eyes immediately became dazed, losing their spirit and focus.

The big guy who was about to take out his big killer weapon was shot in the middle of his forehead by Winnet before he was ready, and he died silently.

The guests, frightened by the sudden gunfight, fled from the restaurant one after another.

Winette walked to the table of the champagne man and kicked it over, revealing his huddled appearance. He protected his head with both hands, "Don't kill me." He said, and his emotions were excited. "What are you doing? Are you an accomplice of the traitor?" The champagne man thought quickly, weaving a set of credible and acceptable words in his mind. He would rather treat Winette in front of him as a killer who was paid to work, so that he could pay a higher price and have room for maneuver.

As we all know, most killers have no professional ethics.

"How many of you are here? Where are you?" asked Winnett.

"I... I don't know. Really, I don't know! I'm here to connect with the local personnel, hoping they can help us find the whereabouts of the traitor... Also, I'm waiting for contact from above. If you kill me, you won't know what the contact is - what orders they issued!"

Winnett saw the champagne man shed tears. Facing death, his instincts were aroused. Winnett deliberately missed the target and his crotch was stained yellow. It seemed that he was not lying. She couldn't help but frown. Although there were still guys hiding in the dark, this guy was a middle station for communication. She had to deal with it before he sent the message back.

"You're lucky, sir."

The champagne man's eyes revealed a hope. He thought the killer in front of him would not kill him because he was still useful. But Winette didn't think so. What's the point of knowing the CIA's plan? They would withdraw from Japan after suffering a loss. "You can die easily." Winette shot the champagne man in the head at the moment his face suddenly changed, and shot him in the chest again.

She checked a little and shot the remaining guys twice more who were not dead. During the shooting, she deliberately kept a distance so that the blood would not splash on her.

"How are you doing over there?"

"The target mission is dead, do you need help?"

"Do not."

Winnet lifted the table and smashed it against the nearby glass, creating a hole large enough for a person to pass through. She then took out the hook she carried with her son, observed the scene below, prepared herself, and jumped down. While suspended in the air, she used the hook to grab the pipe along the wall to cushion her descent and jumped onto a waiting taxi. Then, she pulled the taxi driver down and got in herself.

"direction."

"In the northwest corner, there aren't many people there. There's a long enough road and a river."

"learn."

Winette stepped on the accelerator.

"He actually jumped off the building." Chianti muttered.

Chianti was a little dumbfounded when she saw Winette driving a car. Is it possible for Alyssa to do this with her eyesight? She wondered. There were so many strange things about Alyssa, and it seemed that being able to drive a car was not so incredible, after all, it was not a road with complicated traffic conditions.

She packed up her gun and prepared to evacuate. Presumably, someone in the hotel had already called the police, so it would be easy to find the location of the sniper attack.

……

Winette looked at the car sinking into the water, then tore off one face and transformed into another. She did not suffer any sniper attacks while driving, which meant that the person who attacked Renata was not with the champagne man. In short, as long as the CIA could not threaten the organization and stopped hunting Renata, this matter had nothing to do with her.

After doing these things, Winette took out her cell phone and called Clyde.

"How's it going?"

"We've completed the cleanup. All the people on the list are dead. However, the whereabouts of three people are unknown. Judging from the testimonies of the people we killed, they disappeared several years ago. They may have died."

"I understand."

Winette hung up the phone, changed her clothes near the residence, and returned with her own face.

In the living room not far from the entrance, Akemi was waiting. She saw Winnet come back, smiled slightly, and prepared drinks. In this situation, Winnet first thought of what Akemi wanted to talk to her about, not Akemi's virtue. To be honest, she and Akemi Miyano didn't have much in common, and the trivialities of life were a time of strong separation for Winnet.

"I always feel like you smell like gunpowder."

"Gunsmoke."

"Did you shoot?"

"Yes. This is a normal daily routine for people like me," Winnet replied.

However, it should not be like this in the past. Winette used to be happy to wander around, but now, she can no longer find pleasure in quiet and closed; the small church surrounded by lawns and wild flowers has completely become a thing of the past, no longer conveying any hope and pleasant content. She began to love adventure and life-threatening battles, but in the drifting cold rain, she found a warm place to stay, as long as there, her troubles disappeared; every word of Shirley soothed her troubled heart.

Winnet slowly picked up the steaming mug and raised her eyes to match Miyano Akemi's. She did not see any embarrassment or reluctance in her eyes, but she did not see any numbness either, but a tolerance that could calm people down. Upon closer inspection, the facial contours and features were similar to Shirley's, but this similarity did not make Winnet mistake the two, but it slightly hurt her heart.

Can Shirley really achieve the result she wants by letting her be controlled by the organization like this?

But if she needs to do something, what should she do? The one who watches a person most closely is not his angel but his devil. Surrounded by devils, how can she break through the siege and make this dream come true?

"When you come back, don't think about the troubles."

"Troubled?" Winette shook the cup. "I'm not troubled. Because I'm different from you. I don't feel guilty about killing people."