Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

How is it possible to reverse time? No matter how much you invest, it will all be in vain in the end.

Closing her phone, Shirley leaned back on the wooden stool and sighed. Then she saw Winette coming over with a tray filled with burgers piled up like a mountain.

All hamburgers and two cups of Coke, this...what kind of caloric hell is this?

Shirley has been in the United States for so many years and occasionally eats out at fast food restaurants. Considering the size of the hamburger in the set meal, she can only eat one at most. Judging from their body sizes, Winnet should have a similar appetite as her.

How can I finish eating so much food?

Shirley stared at Winnett walking towards her in amazement. In addition, she also felt the gazes of the clerk and other customers, but the person in the center of attention was completely unaware.

Shirley asked in a trembling voice, "Are you going to eat it all?"

Winette sat down on the opposite side of Shirley, put the Coke in front of her, peeled off the wrapper, and took a big bite.

"Hmm!" Winette made a satisfied sound, and then asked Shirley timidly, "Spending $50 at a time, is that too much?"

Shirley held her cheek with her hands and shook her head. Seeing this, Winette tore open another package and took a bite here and there.

Just like a greedy little squirrel.

For a moment, Shirley couldn't connect the girl in front of her with the killers in the organization. If there were more such killers in the organization, the overall feeling would not be a criminal group, but a nursery.

Looking at Winnet happily biting into the hamburger, Shirley thought that if she could be satisfied so easily, there would be no need to go out of her way to become a killer. As expected -

It was forced.

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Shirley opened a burger and put it in her mouth. She felt that it tasted okay. After all, there was a guy sitting opposite her with his mouth full of greasy food and a satisfied look. It seemed that the food also became delicious.

Shirley thought of what her sister often said: everyone feels happy only when they sit together to eat.

As she expected, Winnet on the opposite side felt embarrassed when faced with the pile of burgers after eating her third burger.

Shirley took a sip of Coke, looked at Winnet and said, "I told you, there's no way you can finish all this."

Winette nodded, she hadn't expected the burger to be so big.

If it were the same size as before, Miss Winette, who is possessed by a hungry ghost, could eat more than ten today!

She had eaten little for lunch today, and after the training, she was called to carry out a hellish mission. When she got off the plane, Winette already felt extremely exhausted.

No, Miss Winnet is not fair!

"By the way," Shirley put down the empty Coke cup, "Under the current circumstances, it would be inappropriate for me to continue calling you by your code name, right?"

"Winnett Moriarty, just call me Winnett."

Knowing that they would have to be together for some time, Winnet simply gave her name.

Shirley felt deeply sad.

Moriarty...

Are you a fan of detective novels?

Wait, Professor Moriarty is a fictional character, and he was given this name, which means that Winnet is a pseudonym just like her last name.

In order not to have unnecessary expectations?

Shirley thought about it and decided that it would be childish to compete with the other party in this regard, so she gave up on using the same pseudonym and told Winnett, "Miyano, Miyano Shiho."

……

027 Japanese names are hard to remember!

Winnet, who had received special Japanese language training, immediately realized that this was a Japanese name.

It really is a Japanese world!

Winnett repeated the name "Miyano Shiho" in her mind for a while. She felt that it was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. Could it be a character in an anime, novel, or visual novel?

She thought about it and thought it was probably some obscure and unpopular work. She only glanced at it occasionally and couldn't even remember the name.

Miss Winnet felt the crisis!

What would happen if a beautiful girl game was combined with evil elements? I could even describe it with the soles of my feet. What if it wasn't a plot-oriented work?

It was right to join the organization, become a top killer, and enrich your own strength, so that you can have a chance to survive in the world created by those scriptwriters with a curiosity mentality!

Woohoo!

Old things and a few Lingjiulong stables

The hamburger in my hand suddenly lost its flavor.

From Shirley's perspective, Winnet's expression suddenly changed, and her childish smile turned into a wary look.

Having survived in the organization for so many years, she also knows how to judge the situation.

Shirley lowered her voice and leaned her cheek towards Winnett: "Is someone following us?"

Winette shook her head.

Seeing Winnett deny it, Shirley asked again: "Are those people from the organization following us?"

After hearing Shirley's questions one after another, Winette felt that the little genius who followed her might have paranoid delusions, but at least he wouldn't run around like a little devil, get lost, or take the initiative to go into the streets where violent gangs were stationed.

She heard that Los Angeles was a hotbed of violence.

"No," Winnet denied again, "It's safe here. At least I don't sense any hostility."

The basic quality of a killer is to always observe the surroundings and make sure there are no observers or obstructions behind you or on your route.

At the moment, there aren't any guys like that around.

While Shirley was looking a little nervous, Winnet ran to the front desk to ask for a bag to take out, put the burger into a white plastic bag, and then took out the phone that Vermouth had given her, which indicated that there was a new message -

I have asked our standby team in Los Angeles to prepare accommodation for you. It's in the attic of a small processing plant near Chinatown.

The message came with an attachment, which displayed map information when opened.

Miss Winnet was not very experienced in the operation of the large bricks and it took her a while to figure it out.

This is definitely not a good house, but it is suitable for a killer and is inconspicuous enough.

Winnett thought of Ji Luxi's teachings. For a killer, when choosing a temporary residence, he must integrate himself into the environment.

Given her appearance, it was obviously inappropriate for her to live in such a place, but Shirley had obvious Asian features and she was fluent in Japanese, so it was not a problem for her to integrate into the life of the surrounding environment.

The key is, what kind of relationship do the two people pretend to be so that it doesn't seem out of place when viewed from the sidelines?

Age has become the biggest obstacle.

Winnett looked at Shirley's face while thinking, and asked in confusion: "What kind of relationship do we look like?"

"Relationship... a fake relationship? No way. We don't look like blood relatives. Even in a place like school, Asian immigrants and native residents are separated. Friends makes sense, but you don't look like a mature adult."

After saying that, Shirley stood up from her seat and prepared to leave.

Winnett felt that what Shirley said was right. No matter how one looked at it, they were a slightly weird combination. After all, if it wasn't for the purpose of carrying out the mission, there was no need to pursue rationality excessively.

but--

"No matter how you look at it, I'm more like an adult, right?" Winnet muttered.

Unlike most Europeans who are face-blind to Asians, Miss Winnett can clearly identify the age of Asians. Shirley in front of her just barely meets the passing line of a "girl".

As for Miss Winnet herself, her growth was quite rapid, and her cheeks had not changed since more than a year ago. Although she was short, she was at least five feet three inches tall, and if she grew taller, she would be considered tall when she grew up.

"Just because someone looks mature doesn't mean they are adults," Shirley glanced at Winnet's hamburger bag and looked away, "Besides, someone's appearance isn't mature enough either."

After hearing what Shirley said, Winette also felt that her behavior was a bit childish.

As the saying goes, people who have a childlike innocence will never look old!

Winnet was more tolerant and generous towards the beautiful girl, so she didn't care about Shirley's sarcasm. If the roles were reversed, she would probably be several times more mean than Shirley.

Winnett reached out and patted Shirley on the shoulder: "Hello, Murano Shi, Vermouth has prepared a place for us to stay, let's go and take a look now!"

Shirley pressed her temple and almost cursed.

Not only did this guy not even remember his own name, he also slapped her clothes with his greasy paws...

"Winette, my name is Miyano Shiho, please remember it!"

Winnett made an "I see" expression and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, um... you know, Japanese names are hard to remember, right... haha, ah haha..."

"I'm sorry, Miyano Shiho."

At the end of the conversation, Miss Winnet lowered her head, looking aggrieved, and tried to get away with it.

Shirley gritted her teeth, looked at the sky that was getting darker, and said, "Winette, you can call me Miyano or Shiho. It's getting late, and we need to find a place to stay as soon as possible."

Now is not a safe time.

Then she asked, "So, where are we going? Your eyesight is not very good, can you find the way in this dark?"

"Oh, that's true. I'll leave it to you, Shiho."

Winette handed the phone to Shirley.

After getting Winnet's phone, Shirley glanced at the message interface. Although there were only messages from Vermouth, she still felt that Winnet was too careless.

Shirley opened the street map on the navigation, took a deep breath, exhaled the heavy white mist, found the street sign, and changed direction at the next intersection.

Before the traffic light changed, she heard a scream—

"Give me back my bag!"

She looked in the direction of the source of the sound and saw a black woman having her bag snatched away by a young kid.

Before she turned her head, she saw Winnett rushing out like a gust of wind, swift and light, like a disembodied ghost, crossing the traffic light and turning into the dark alley.

Shirley waited for the traffic light to change, then quickly ran over and into the alley with the robbed black woman. She found Winette with her foot on the thief's shoulder and holding the woman's bag in her hand.

As soon as Winnet loosened her grip, the thief ran away in fear, shouting "Monster Woman".

Winnet nodded slightly and handed the bag to the black woman with a smile: "Peace to you!"

……

028 Living together from scratch

The black woman quickly thanked him and hurried away.

Seeing this, Shirley immediately concluded that the other person was engaged in a special industry and was robbed on his way home from get off work.

At first glance it seems like a common thing, but Shirley knows there is a lot of water involved.

Generally speaking, the Mafia would mark their territory like a ferocious predator. The industries that black women work in are almost all under the control of one Mafia family after another. Loose criminals generally would not risk being marked and found by the Mafia to attack or steal from their employees, unless -

"It looks like there was some conflict here not long ago." Shirley thought it was probably a mafia turf war or a bloody conflict. "We'd better leave as soon as possible. It would be bad if we were treated as suspicious guys."

Winette didn't quite understand what Shirley meant: "Conflict? It's just a kid who made a mistake. He's probably about your age... America is worse than I thought."

Shirley shrugged and said, "Well, that's true. It's not so bad if it's a place where white people live. In an immigrant city like Los Angeles, the Mafia and various violent gangs are entrenched, and the police do nothing and act as peacemakers to maintain superficial prosperity... There are places like this everywhere in the world, but it's even worse here."

"The age of crime is getting younger and younger. Even in primary schools, students form criminal gangs and even have connections with bad guys in society. The school can only watch them fight for territory and fight each other."

"Besides that, the problem of drug abuse has not been solved. What's funny is that even in a country like this, there are still many people in the world trying their best to get its green card - humph, a bunch of stupid people brainwashed by 'freedom'."

Winnet stared at Shirley's profile like a loyal listener.

You really talk like an adult.

Winnet's impression of Shirley changed slightly. A little adult who is a genius scientist, such a child hates being treated as a child the most.

Winnett, who had thought of a solution, quietly took Shirley's hand.

Shirley noticed the little thing hooked on her finger and was slightly startled. She then turned to look at Winnet, only to see a faint smile.

This made her feel a little uncomfortable. Compared with the cold-blooded killer who appeared in the research institute, Winnet now was simply a gentle and patient woman.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Winnett in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Winnet smiled back, squeezed Shirley's fingers lightly, and overlapped her palms.

"Shirley, you're very reliable. I think I'll be able to find a place to stay soon if I follow you. Hehe... you won't mind, right?"

Shirley was stunned for a moment and replied with a faint "hmm".

The contrast was a bit too great, which caused her ability to receive information to lag slightly. After seeing the other party's expectant expression, she couldn't refuse with a cold face.