Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Therefore, it is still necessary to gain the other party’s trust.

"Did the organization ask you to save me? Where are the other guys?" There was a gloomy light in the girl's eyes.

In Winnet's eyes, it was like wanting to die after being frustrated and disappointed, but there was something she couldn't let go of, so she comforted herself to wait a little longer.

This guy, unlike me, did not join the organization voluntarily.

Winnet instantly judged that in this way, communicating with her from an organizational level might not achieve the desired effect.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Winnett said without hesitation, "This is my mission, so I am the only one doing it. However, the guy who caused this situation has been eliminated, so you can rest assured."

After hearing her words, the girl, who was holding her arms and leaning against the wall, stood up stumblingly. Winnet was originally planning to carry her on her shoulders and take her away. It seems that she is not the naughty child she expected, but a very strong person.

Although the word "strong" is a positive word, Winnet has never had a good impression of it.

Being strong often means being pitiful and lonely.

"Well, organize the information and let's go." Winnett extended her hand to the girl.

But the girl looked at her with a confused expression, then looked at the people who were tied up around her. She said in disbelief: "Are you just going to leave them here? They can help me organize the information faster. I need their assistance."

The girl changed her mind midway, apparently guessing that Winnett didn't plan to bring the rest of the people along, so she gave them the titles of being useful.

Novel group ㈨⑤0㈠捌0九○⑨

㈨五０一8○9０㈨

What a smart guy, no wonder he is a genius researcher.

Although she could take the girl away by force, she would most likely refuse to cooperate during the stage of transferring experimental data. Thinking this way, she was indeed a naughty child and needed a beating according to human nature.

"Okay." Winnet agreed easily, and the girl looked stunned.

"But you have to be responsible for your actions, both to the organization and to yourself."

Winnett said this coldly and began to untie the other researchers. During this process, she suddenly heard the scream of the genius little girl, so she turned her head. The next second, the researcher who had just been untied by her pulled out a knife from his body.

"Get out of the way!"

The girl's reminder was not timely enough.

Winnet's judgment of the sound was disturbed by the rescued researcher's exhalation and cry of rescue.

A man in researcher's clothes stabbed a dagger into the tendon of her left hand, causing Winnet to let go of the gun with trembling hands in pain.

"the last one……"

Winnett didn't expect that the other party would play this kind of trick on her.

Indeed, he was a guy who was good at hiding. He tied up the researcher so tightly as a disguise. When he needed to escape, he could calmly tie himself up like a dumpling. Just for this reason, Miss Winnet couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him.

Yes, that's more interesting.

Winnett pulled out the Beretta with her right hand and aimed it at Wilson's head when he was about to take advantage of the victory.

boom!boom!

Wilson looked at Winnett with wide eyes, his brow pierced by the sharp bullet tip.

One between the eyebrows and one between the hearts.

Winnet also felt another gaze, coming from a genius researcher.

She turned her head and saw a pretty face that was filled with shock and fear.

……

022 Ah, Shirley!

Winnet's forehead was sweating from the pain, and when the blood spread to her feet, she slowly stood up.

Wilson, lying in a pool of blood, was still trembling slightly, and every time he moved, the pool of blood on the ground expanded.

The two researchers covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming. The little girl standing not far away had her eyes wide open like an angry cat. She probably had no idea that the situation would turn out like this.

Seeing this scene, Winnet didn't feel anything. To her, the feeling of pulling the trigger was no different from facing the target.

Winnet endured the pain and said to the stunned girl, "Can we start now? We don't have much time left. Get the information ready and get to the rooftop immediately."

The girl trembled slightly, as if she had regained control of her body, and murmured: "Your wound..."

After getting used to the pain, the only thing left was a feeling of cold air rushing in. Winnet had a blank expression on her face, and kept the dagger stuck in her arm, as if nothing had happened.

"If you are worried about this, just complete what I ask you to do as soon as possible." Winette calculated in her mind and realized that there was no time to talk about family matters.

The girl's face turned pale, but she said without hesitation: "Okay!"

Winnet watched from the side and witnessed several people enter the first laboratory. She stood guard at the door.

Blood gradually flowed out from the deep of the wound, but she couldn't pull out the dagger, otherwise it would make the situation worse. Although she had been indoctrinated with relevant content, Winnett had never practiced it herself and did not intend to use herself as a test subject.

Just as she felt her blood loss speed up——

The researchers in the laboratory came out, and among them the short girl with brown hair and blue eyes was carrying first aid equipment in her hands.

What is she going to do?

Winnett was a little confused, but time was clearly running out, so she asked, "What about the data? Has it been transferred?"

"It's done." The girl said, "More than that, your injury needs to be treated as soon as possible."

"No need." Winnet said stubbornly.

After all, if she let a girl who was much younger than her give her emergency treatment, her arm might be crippled.

A genius researcher does not mean a genius clinical physician. Miss Winnett is not broad-minded enough to accept such ambiguous kindness. Moreover, as long as she goes to the roof, she can directly enjoy the luxurious treatment of the hospital.

"No!" the girl said, "You injured a major blood vessel. Judging from the amount of bleeding, it will be difficult for you to hold on for that long!"

A tough, serious look.

Is this behavior driven by guilt for causing harm to oneself?

It can barely be called kindness.

On the other hand, the development speed of Europeans and Americans is indeed a little beyond Winnett's imagination. Although this girl is just a mixed-race, her temperament alone gives people a mature feeling... She remembered that Vermouth said that the other party was two years younger than her, thirteen years old?

Damn, this is such a torture!

Miss Winnet's heart was filled with psychological activities that were completely different from her cold appearance, but she would never admit that she was a repressed person!

To be honest, Winnet has no resistance to caring and tsundere women!

Winnett had already sensed a strong sense of fatigue. While she was hesitating, the girl came to her and took off the clothes that had been taken from her by the security guard.

Because it was covered in blood, it felt wet and sticky to Winnet.

The girl tore the cloth connecting the arm apart with great force, revealing Winnet's smooth girlish skin. The dagger stood on the horrific wound like a terrible foreign object.

"Anesthetic..." the girl ordered the person behind her.

Winnet shook her head, because she couldn't fall into a coma before the mission was completed. She said, "No, just leave it like this. I can bear it."

This sentence is equivalent to accepting the girl's treatment in disguise.

The girl frowned and said nothing in the end, just nodded stiffly.

"I'm going to pull it out, hold on!"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, she pulled out the knife that was stuck in Winnet's tendon. Her quick and decisive movement surprised Winnet.

The curiosity and excitement in her heart delayed the trembling caused by the pain, but Winnet still let out a long groan of pain.

“…Aaaaaaaah!”

The screams of unbearable pain, but in her own ears, they sounded like some kind of whispered sweet words, making it impossible for her to calm down.

However, the process was not as simple as pulling out the blade. At that moment, the girl had already started to stop the bleeding and asked the remaining researchers to come up and help press.

The girl couldn't bear to see Winnet's grief-stricken roar, and although her hand holding the dagger was shaking, she didn't stop.

"Sorry……"

As the girl spoke, she covered the dagger that had pierced Winnet's body with disinfectant, brought it close to her skin again, and cut open the tissue wrapped around the blood vessels. The blade was like a furnace of blood, with white foam forming on the surface. The girl asked another researcher to open the surface of the wound and start suturing it with needle and thread.

Winnet clenched her teeth and endured the severe pain of a foreign object entering her body.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore, you did a great job..."

Winnet clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into the inside of her palms until they bled, and her face was as pale as a dead person.

Her blood flowed on the side of her relaxed arm, and she was almost exhausted. In her hazy vision, she saw that the girl who was regarded as a genius researcher by the organization was crying.

I said I was crying, but it was just tears that remained.

It blended with the sweat and nothing could be seen.

Genius...

Winnett is a little hard to imagine, but in the Japanese world with its wild imagination, it doesn't seem strange at all.

She stood up slowly with her exhausted body. The girl took off her white coat and said to Winnett, "It's for keeping warm. Your body temperature is too low."

The cold, standard tone of voice made it seem as if the tears just now were just an illusion under the moonlight.

At this moment, Winnet heard the sound of a helicopter.

"Go to the top floor, hurry up." Winnet urged.

The girl put her good right arm around her neck and helped Winnett into the elevator. She whispered, "What's your name?"

"Abbes."

"I'm not asking for a code name."

"You don't need to know," Winnett replied, "it's meaningless."

"My code name is Sherry." The girl gave her code name and didn't ask any more questions.

Shirley supported Winnett to the top floor. The helicopter piloted by Gin had already landed on the roof. He saw the injured Winnett and sneered: "It seems that I overestimated you, Abby."

At this time, Shirley suddenly interrupted: "She was injured because she was trying to save me."

Shirley felt sorry for Winnet, but she couldn't tell her about the original omission.

In order to restore Ablis's reputation, she needed a reliable excuse. After all, the other party was injured because of her.

……

023 You seem to have a good relationship

Winette felt strange when she saw Gin being humiliated in front of Shirley.

Is the status of this genius researcher so high?

This arrogant man in the top hat was even more arrogant than Vermouth, and his face lacked a look that said "I'm a core member and senior." But when facing Shirley, he actually snorted like a sulky child.

Gin clicked his tongue and smiled, "Well, Shirley. Don't forget that this incident was caused by your mistake, which caused the organization to suffer a great loss. If you can't ensure the progress of drug research and improve your evaluation in the eyes of that adult, then your sister's life will be in jeopardy, hehe."

Dizzy Winette also heard the words "sister's life".

Considering Shirley's attitude just now, Winette quickly concluded that Shirley was willing to stay in the organization and do research because her sister was being controlled.

No wonder research efficiency cannot be improved.

If Miss Winnett were to take her place, she would definitely give Shirley both good and bad luck, using both kindness and severity. If there was a breakthrough in the research, she would satisfy Shirley's requirements until a finished product was produced.

As for threatening and shouting like Gin is doing now, it is a very bad idea.

Maybe Shirley would be unhappy and pretend to obey her but actually disobey her.

We are all the backbone of the organization. It would be great if we could live in harmony and embrace a bright future together!

Unfortunately, Miss Winnet has no right to speak here. If you think about it carefully, she is just a newcomer and has the lowest seniority and qualifications here.

Shirley threw the memory card in her hand to Gin and said, "The first phase of the research has been completed. There is data in it. I believe that the master will be satisfied. I will take the responsibility for this accident and accept the punishment of the organization. However... the master has promised me to let me see my sister."

"Hmph, you'd better speed up."

Gin muttered unhappily, then took out his Beretta and pointed it at the researcher next to Shirley.

boom!

boom!