Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnet had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

The assessment is in the name of a mission to prove their ability and loyalty. If they fail, other people present will have to step in to solve the problem, judge and clean up the mess.

Is the object of this assessment herself?

No, Vermouth was obviously prepared. This matter must have been decided a long time ago. The target would not be her, and Shirley was away now, so it definitely had nothing to do with her.

Well, it seems there is no need to worry for the time being. After all, their main focus is on this matter.

"So where are we going now?"

Winnet asked again.

Vermouth put her index finger in front of her lips, a gesture that Winnet was familiar with. As expected, she was about to say -

"secret."

The car drove across the gentle bay and entered another area, then headed south along the road beside the Tsutsu River, passed the traffic light in front of Aoyama Park, turned right towards the seaside, and the destination emerged in the morning mist.

The area near the seashore was shrouded in white fog, and there was water at the edge of the parking lot. Following Vermouth's gaze, there was a neon sign flickering dimly with an indigo glow, and the words "Kirishima Coffee" could be vaguely seen. From a distance, it looked like a container floating on the water.

Most of the surrounding shops are closed. Although this place is very close to the beach, there are not many tourists. It may be due to the season as it is the off-season for tourism. However, this coffee shop still has its sign shining brightly in the cold early winter.

There were almost no other cars in the parking lot. Vermouth parked the car and took Winnett to push open the double glass door and go into the store. There was a small surface built with white marble in the aisle, and you could feel a slight cool feeling through your shoes.

"Welcome, please take a seat."

The person who came up to me was a high school girl about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had an apron tied around her wrinkled waist and looked like she was still a student.

Winnett was not sure of her age because it was not a holiday, but at least on the surface, she was 90% sure that she had nothing to do with the organization.

Vermouth nodded to her and said, "Girl, have a cup of coffee."

There is a floor-to-ceiling window on the right side of the L-shaped bar, and you can overlook the sea. It can be seen that this is a good summer resort, but it is not summer now, so it seems a little deserted.

Winnett was still a little confused. Vermouth had been driving for quite some time and was almost far away from the city.

"Your coffee."

Winnet raised her head and saw that the person standing in front of her was not the waiter from before, but a face that was somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar. She was tall and hot, with golden brown hair, and charming three-dimensional features.

"Jacques..."

"Carmen Serrano."

She handed the coffee to Vermouth and introduced herself again.

Winette had a confused expression on her face, and Jacques was wearing a black waiter's suit with a white collared shirt underneath, his narrow shoulders like a fish skull, and his apron tied high on his waist, as if he was acting in a movie instead of working in a restaurant.

"Why are you here?"

"After dealing with that damn maritime business, I finally applied for a transfer and vacation! I came to this island country. I love the seaside very much, so I bought this store here with my personal savings, and then you know, we always have some shameful things."

The slightly rude magnetic voice gave Winnet the same feeling as always. She glanced at Vermouth again, wondering why she brought her here. If she came here simply to see Jacques, they did have a relationship, and Jacques was one of the few people who had no problem with Vermouth.

Seeing the confusion in Winnett's eyes, Vermouth explained:

"I brought you here to replenish some things. Gin said that you are still using antiques from a few years ago... You have been involved in several operations recently, how can you not update your equipment?"

Uh, Vermouth is suddenly so nice to her, is she feeling guilty?

"Well, what do you want?"

Winette received the menu from Jacques and glanced at it.

My goodness, did they build an arsenal? The menu was full of various firearms, bullets of different specifications, and dangerous items such as grenades. Although she occasionally carried out missions, unlike Gin and other action teams who were always causing trouble, she was very slow in updating her equipment. Most of the grassroots personnel of the organization in Japan did not have special missions and were not equipped with weapons. After all, it was a country where gun ownership was illegal.

She wrote a list on a piece of cardboard, just to replenish the inventory, and Jacques was very considerate to add a home delivery service. Winette learned from Vermouth that Jacques continued to run the cafe because of interest.

Jacques came back with a cup of hot milk tea, and after putting it down, he gave Winnet a throat-locking hug.

"Vermouth, lend me your treasure."

Oh, who's her baby! This is so embarrassing to say - for a girl in her twenties.

Jacques quickly dragged her away from where she was and brought her to the back of the bar. It was clearly a coffee shop, but there were a bunch of wine bottles on the shelves, which made it hard to complain.

"Little Abbes, you remember that fellow in Ireland? The man who looked like a bull."

"Ah."

"He has something to ask you, I hope you can help Pisco."

Winnet asked in confusion, "Isn't Pisco the boss of a car company? Apart from being close to those politicians, he doesn't seem to have any serious problems. I don't communicate with him much, only at a few parties. I think his communication with Gin and others is not as good as mine. Is he in trouble?"

She remembered that Ireland seemed to regard Pisco as a father figure, and he had indeed helped her a lot. She immediately thought of what Vermouth had mentioned. Could it be that the person the organization wanted to assess was Pisco? Although he was too old and his role in the organization was getting smaller and smaller, the organization had no reason to embarrass him.

Jacques replied, "It's not complicated. Vermouth told me, and I told him. Pisco has contacts with many celebrities, and he was asked to carry out this mission, but he is too old, so Vermouth was arranged as a backup. I don't know why Gin got involved. I told him, and Ireland got anxious - he thought Gin might do something to Pisco."

It seems that she guessed wrong. This was not an assessment. The reason why the organization mobilized so many people was probably because the other party was a troublesome person.

……

306 Winette, you don’t want to…

"I can't give any guarantees. My current situation is not very good, and the probability of me participating in this matter is not high. You know, the organization never allows unstable elements to participate in operations." Winnett said.

"Unstable factors?" Jacques was stunned.

In her eyes, Vermouth and Abris were still so close and there didn't seem to be any rift between them, and she also felt that there would be no problem with Abris's loyalty.

With Aibis's performance, even a tainted witness can't take her in.

Shooting him ten times is not enough.

Jacques looked left and right, as if trying to find some clues from Winette that were worth pondering, but to no avail.

"What's going on? Is Gin going crazy and thinking you've defected to the enemy?"

Winnet shrugged and pouted.

"I was close to Shirley, and she recently defected."

Jacques looked suddenly enlightened when he heard this.

Although she had been wandering around the world for a long time, she did not forget to keep in touch with her "colleagues" with whom she had a good relationship. During the conversation with Ireland, she clearly understood Abby's orientation.

The girl he likes is actually a little girl!

Jacques was just thinking about it in her heart. She patted Winnet's shoulder gently like an experienced person and sighed meaningfully, making Winnet a little confused about her thoughts.

"Don't worry, Abby, I will keep the secret for you." Jacques said, "This kind of thing won't cause the organization to take any action against you. So far, it seems that you haven't done anything beyond the rules, otherwise you wouldn't be so lively. Gin will keep a close eye on you like a grudge and set a trap for you."

"trap?"

"Well, because you're a difficult target. No one wants to face you head-on. If you really go crazy, I'll definitely be the first to run away. Besides, if you're not restricted, it's impossible to catch you, especially since you're so close to Vermouth. If you can disguise yourself, it will be even more troublesome for him."

Jacques spread out his arms, finally raised them above his head and crossed them, took out the bottle of wine hidden in the cabinet, and worked like a bartender. She held the glass, held Winette's hand, jumped forward a small step onto the stairs, and smiled at Vermouth.

The two of them started to have a drink in the middle of the day, leaving Winnet to drink milk tea.

The content of their chats was quite meaningless. There were talks about the Japanese system and travel, as well as medical topics and news anecdotes that Winnett couldn't understand. It was just like chatting with best friends. At most, there were some code words that she didn't know, but there was no need for them to hide anything from her.

Vermouth didn't stay here for too long. After drinking the drinks, he took her away again, this time to the hotel she had booked. It can be seen that the party was just a trick to fool people.

The beautiful sign reads Beihu City Hotel.

As soon as they arrived at the door, a waiter dressed like a train conductor from the early 20th century helped with the luggage. Vermouth took out the key card from her pocket, spun it around her fingertips, and held it in her hand. Winnet rubbed her eyes. The complicated gold-leaf chandelier matched the shiny floor tiles that looked like they had been waxed, with a space in the middle for a dance party, and a spiral staircase with a golden orchid pattern next to it. The magnificent scene on the first floor dazzled her a little.

The elevators for guests and hotel staff are separate. Vermouth pulled Winnet into the elevator with ease and pinched Winnet's slender waist.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Winette turned pale and swallowed.

"You're such a grown-up girl, and you're still shy about such a small thing, hahahahaha."

Vermouth covered her red lips and smiled - until the elevator door opened. Winnet didn't know what was wrong with her, and she suddenly wanted to tease her. Did she look like the kind of well-behaved person that people wanted to tease? If it was someone else, she would just kick him! Winnet felt that she was a little angry, maybe she had been suppressed for too long, but she had no way to vent: run to find someone to fight, or carry out a dangerous mission. Nowadays, Japan is a peaceful country on the surface, and criminals like to use their brains to disguise themselves when committing crimes instead of just shooting. No wonder the profession of detective is so popular. This situation made her feel helpless, and she couldn't count on fighting. She followed Vermouth in silence to the room, which was as big as the presidential suite in the novel, and there was a bathtub in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Fortunately, this room was well soundproofed and fairly quiet. After entering the room, she could hardly hear the collision and creaking of the waiter pushing the dining cart in the corridor. Now she should ask Vermouth - why did she bring her here? Or was she going to hide her here for a while to prevent her lie from being discovered at a glance?

Winnett thought of a word.

The golden house hides the beauty.

Winnet unceremoniously tested the bed with her buttocks, which was quite elastic. She lay sideways for a few seconds, then stood up again, with embarrassment on her face.

"Aren't you going to explain this to me?"

Vermouth replied: "Didn't I tell you that it's still my vacation time. I was afraid that you would be too bored, so I asked you to come out and enjoy yourself. My Angel, have you been deceived by asceticism?"

"It's not like what you said. I get enough sleep and good nutrition every day, and live a regular life. This is fun."

"You can't even fool yourself with this sentence. I know clearly what you desire in your heart. You don't have to hide anything from me, and I won't hide anything from you. Wait, I'll go take a shower first."

What desire is there?

My little Ai hasn't grown up yet.

Winette saw Vermouth take off her mask, put back a strand of curly hair that fell in front of her face, and went back into the bathroom. She wondered, didn't she just wash last night? Excessive cleanliness can also make the skin rough! But when she saw Vermouth's skin that seemed to reflect light, this statement immediately became untenable.

If you think about it carefully, there is a big temperature difference between the departure point and the seaside, and a lot of water droplets may have formed under the mask.

Winnet also felt a sticky feeling on her body. She stared at the bathtub in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, walked over, closed the two curtains that were as thick as blankets, and turned on the faucet.

The Japanese custom is to wash the body before taking a bath, but Miss Winnett didn't care about that and just threw herself in. The steaming hot water seemed to melt her.

After entering the bathtub, there is a half-length mirror in the corner directly in front of your view.

Winnet looked in the mirror, scooped water with her recovered left hand, wiped her shoulders, and frowned slightly.

"The muscles and wounds are quite obvious..."

When Winnett wears clothes, she gives people the illusion of being thin, because her muscles are not the result of deliberate exercise. Therefore, she does not have exaggerated biceps like bodybuilders. Her limbs are still slender, but the muscle lines are very obvious, and the muscle blocks can be seen with a little effort.

Although there were no serious wounds on his body, there were still one or two bullet marks that left old scars and many new pink lines.

"A woman who has nothing to offer except her face!"

After the brief review, Winnet immediately thought of Ai, of course, the adult version.

Fragrant and soft!

Winette patted her cheeks.

Oh, I have to get it back double next time and let Shirley know who is the one on top!

Miss Winnet showed her two rows of neat and white teeth, and spit out bubbles in the water, as if each bubble was a beautiful dream, gurgling.

She didn't soak for too long, as she was always relaxed in moderation when it came to this kind of enjoyment. She rummaged around a bit and found unopened towels and white pajamas in the drawer. Although the texture wasn't that soft, they were free after all, so Miss Winnet didn't expect too much.

Come to think of it, what exactly did Ai like about her?

Although she called herself a beautiful girl in her heart all the time, Miss Winnet knew that she was just a half-finished product. When she couldn't see her face clearly, she firmly believed that she was an ugly girl.

As for why...

When it comes to someone who is truly beautiful, people rarely compliment her appearance because it is an objective fact, but Miss Winnet has always been praised by people around her, and since she has eye defects, she naturally takes this as a comfort.

Even if her appearance is ordinary, I have to lie to her in order not to make her sad.

And if everyone says this in unison, it means that everyone is in collusion.

"It seems that in order not to be abandoned, I have to practice my skills hard! As for the training partner..."

She glanced at herself.

Mumumu oysters.

So shameful!

Winnet shook her head, ending this psychological entanglement of emotional supremacy. She was aware of her own pathology, but had no idea of ​​improving it, because it gave her a sense of reality as "me".

Crack, crackle.

Although the room was well soundproofed, the bathroom was different. Winette could clearly hear the sound of Vermouth bathing, the crisp sound of the chain colliding with the bathtub, and the sound of water dripping. The water seemed to stay for a long time before finally being flushed into the pipe. After a while, the faucet was turned off.

At this time, it was almost eleven o'clock. It would be time for lunch soon. Winette thought that she would make a fortune from Belmode this time and order the most extravagant food in this restaurant. This thought lasted less than three seconds before it was taken away by the sound of the glass door. Belmode came out naked, her round flesh shaking up and down, shocking.

It would be hypocritical to say that I don't feel anything at all.

Miss Winnet looked away, her cheeks slightly hot.

She had known that Vermouth was not decent, but she didn't think much about it. After all, she didn't look at Vermouth from a woman's perspective. She was treated like Sister Alyssa. Although the two people had very different personalities and behaviors, they gave her a very similar feeling. When she was seven years old, Sister Alyssa was already an old grandmother, so the feeling she had when looking at Vermouth and the swimsuit magazine models were completely different!

"How's my figure?"