Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Holding a toolbox so early in the morning would look like a strange person to anyone, unless he was the cable maintenance worker in a mouse-gray protective suit.

The client, Nishitani Miho, could no longer tolerate his behavior. Not only did she move out of her original residence, she even chose to work a shift that was reversed day and night to avoid running into this "Rice Flower Wolf" at night. However, her precautions completely angered the vicious criminal - he was now preparing to ambush Nishitani Miho and kill her when she got off work. It was early in the morning, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, and his target was also exhausted.

What a good calculation.

Our kind and righteous Miss Winnett found a blind spot for him, hung on the wall and gently let her feet touch the ground, then took out the dagger in her arms, touched behind Nagai Tatsuya, pointed the guard at his head, and hit it hard.

"Now, you should feel the same way," said the young minister girl kindly, "it's so late, you should go back, and the way you have to go is not short."

I heard that you have to cross the Sanzu River and take a boat, so it must be a long journey.

Miss Winnett touched him with disdain and found that he was gone.

"So fragile." Winnet was speechless.

Well, she should introduce him to hell. It would be faster to just get beaten into it.

Winette did not process the scene.

The discovery of his body here would not affect the client, as she worked in pairs and had a perfect alibi.

She was an impromptu criminal who came and went as fast as the wind, and the police couldn't do anything about her.

"It's a pity that the hand guard is stained with blood. Let Jean help me deal with it."

Winnett climbed over the wall and came to the place she had described to Gin. On one side of the intersection, a black Porsche was parked under a street light.

The brown glass window lowered, and the black muzzle of a gun was pointed at her.

"It's me, Qin." She almost punched him. It was too scary to suddenly do this.

"Don't learn from Vermouth."

"Didn't I just say that on the phone?" Winnet shrugged.

Gin took out a booklet from the locker in the car and threw it to Winnett. The cover was written "Investigation Record".

"Get in the car first."

"OK, where are you taking me?" Winette sat in the back seat, prying through the gap in the car, "Staying out all night is not a good girl's habit."

Vodka stared at the rearview mirror in astonishment.

"This image is disgusting, Abby. Why do you smell like blood? Did you go out to kill someone just now? I was wondering why you were so slow. I thought you had informed the police and were planning to set a trap for us."

Winnet handed the dagger she had just used to Gin and said nonchalantly, "We dealt with a disgusting guy... He's quite famous recently, called the Rice Flower Wolf. I heard that many people have been harassed by him."

Vodka smiled and said, "It's good for this pest to die. I think big brother thinks so too."

Gin couldn't deny it, he didn't comment, but in his heart he looked down on such despicable characters. If they were vicious criminals, he might look at them differently, but for the kind of little scoundrels like Winnet mentioned, it would be boring to kill as many of them as possible.

He lit a cigarette.

"How dare I follow you?"

Winette saw that Gin misunderstood, so she just took it as it was. There was a big difference between helping others and handling it for herself. Anyway, she was not a messenger of justice, so there was no need to save people from danger. Accepting this kind of commission was just a seasoning. To be honest, most of the time, the organization's targets were not guys who had the ability to resist. Perhaps criminals were even more powerful.

She looked back to the window and saw the car turn into an alley with colorful neon signs.

"Oh, what's the fun?" she muttered, wondering why she came to the bar.

"Get off." Gin spoke his words as sweet as gold.

Vodka kindly helped Winette open the car door.

"Oh."

"Well, even though it's a little ugly, it's suitable for this face."

Gin smiled at Winnet, which could not help but stimulate Winnet's imagination. When she had a fairly decent face, Gin had never been so enthusiastic, but when she changed to the face of an ugly man, he suddenly became so enthusiastic.

He can't be that one, can he?

The thought sent a chill running through her body from top to bottom.

In comparison, vodka is much more approachable.

"Don't worry, Abby. Big Brother asked you to come here this time because he needs your assistance."

Vodka wanted to get close to Winette and call her his brother, but when he remembered that she was a woman, he gave up the idea.

"Can you reveal a little bit?"

"This is a favorite base for newspaper dealers. Remember Shirley?"

"of course."

"One of the test subjects assigned to Shirley escaped and is now missing. Although he is just a low-level staff member, it is still a headache to leave him out there."

"Really?" She put a hand on Vodka's shoulder and said in a low voice, "It's just such a small character, can't you two brothers handle it?"

Vodka was very pleased with the word "brother". He grinned and said, "We originally wanted to train him to be a killer, but he was a useless one. After he was abandoned, we wanted to use him for human experiments, but our subordinates failed to manage him well, so not only did he escape, but an experimenter also died... Although that guy was a waste, he was very agile and had excellent explosive power, so it was not easy to catch him."

"Just this?"

"No, Big Brother just wants you to keep a little attention. That guy won't be able to spit out any useful information even if he's arrested. Do you know 'Water Crystal'?"

Winnet searched her memory for a while. It sounded like the name of a jewelry store, but she had no impression of it.

She shook her head.

When Vodka saw Gin turning around, he didn't explain and hurried to catch up with his brother, "You'll know in a minute."

They chose the bar. Vodka ordered two light cocktails, while Winnett ordered a glass of milk. The bartender didn't dare to say anything because of her "ferocious" face.

Then a man in a black hood sat next to Gin and took out an envelope.

Winnett lay on the bar counter in an ungraceful manner, secretly glancing at the so-called "information dealer". There were a few strands of dark blond hair at the front of his bangs, which seemed familiar.

The "informer" met her gaze and asked, "Oh, who is this newcomer?"

"She's Abbes."

"she?"

He was shocked by what Vodka said, and when he put too much force on the glass, the glass broke. He drank the wine in one gulp and put the glass down to ease the shock of the explosive news.

"Don't talk too much, Vodka." Gin reminded unhappily.

"I'm sorry, bro. I thought Bourbon already knew."

"Bourbon?" This time it was Winnet's turn.

Vodka noticed that his eldest brother's expression had become even sharper, so he covered his mouth with his hand.

Bourbon straightened up. "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Abbes... Maybe I should call you Miss Abbes?"

She smiled. "Mr. Ibis is fine, Bourbon. Well, I just encountered some troubles and I want to hire a detective. I wonder if Mr. Amuro is free?"

"Of course I'm free." He said, taking off his hood. "We are partners of 'Intimate'. I'll give you a discount. How about 500,000?"

“It’s really cheap.”

Gin looked at the two men interacting with each other, smiling but with ulterior motives, and felt that neither of them was a good person, so he coughed lightly.

"Enough, I didn't call you here to quarrel." His tone was generally irritable, but he was not really angry. If the core members were to get along with each other, it would be a bad situation.

Seeing that these two people didn't get along, he decided to -

"I'll leave that matter to you two. Bourbon, you go and explain it to Abby."

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Take a day off

Today is my birthday

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320 Project, Mingmei's List

"Okay." Bourbon said reluctantly, "It's about the smuggling business... I just heard from Jean and the others that there were grassroots members in charge of this matter, but the people cutting the cake were not very obedient. They didn't have an accurate understanding of their appetite, so they swallowed too much and inevitably choked."

He briefly narrated what had happened.

Originally it was just the smuggling of firearms and luxury goods, but the new business owners have expanded their business to include human trafficking and illegal drugs, as well as expensive goods purchased at low prices from the third world.

Not only that, they also openly set up a brothel in Tokyo, which is said to have a gangster background.

"We have to destroy the den and kill the leader." Bourbon looked at Winnett as he spoke, as if to see her reaction. "This is not an easy task. I thought the organization would send more people, but it seems that this is not the case?"

As he spoke, he also glanced at Gin; Gin seemed to be indifferent, and he shook the glass, as if he didn't care at all. Bourbon reluctantly ordered another glass of wine, and also ordered one for Winnie.

It was bourbon whiskey, and the price was not cheap. When the wine was placed in front of her, Winnet did not refuse his face. Although she did not think she needed bourbon's help, she at least did not want him to secretly trip her up.

Idiot teammates are more difficult to guard against than tough enemies.

She drank the glass, and her throat felt very hot. It was the first time for her to drink such strong liquor, and her stomach felt uncomfortable. Despite this, she did not show any specialness, but just agreed to let Gin take on this task. She guessed that Gin probably thought that infiltration, assassination, and sabotage were her specialties, so he specifically asked her to do this; in addition, Gin mentioned "Shirley" in front of her, and his voice contained a murderous meaning, as if he regarded this matter as his lifelong failure, not only to let Bourbon pay attention, but even willing to let her join the investigation.

Suddenly, Winette perked up. Alcohol was like a catalyst, making her think faster. Gin's tense voice didn't sound like a smoke bomb. So far, he hadn't traced it back to APTX4869.

She tentatively asked, "No news yet?"

"Perhaps, she has surrendered to the hyenas in exchange for protection. However, I will find her sooner or later."

Chairs and chairs?

Gin's speculation went in the direction that Winnett expected. If he focused on the so-called official institutions, even the organizations would have a headache for a while; infiltrating them was not an easy task, let alone stealing intelligence from them: if Shirley was not in the stolen intelligence, he would only think that Shirley was protected by other institutions; CIA, FBI, M16, there are many such institutions.

He left an envelope for Winnet, then left the pub with the vodka, leaving Amuro and Winnet looking at each other.

Winnett opened the envelope in front of him. Inside the letter was a location where a considerable amount of explosives and weapons were hidden. She passed the letter to Bourbon, who glanced at it and looked at her with an intriguing look. She stood up from her seat, and Bourbon put on his hood and followed her closely, looking at her from head to toe, as if he was looking through this disguise to see her feminine characteristics. Finally, he couldn't help himself. He asked Winnett what she was going to do, where she was going, and whether she wanted to discuss the specific plan.

Winette made a hushing gesture and did not answer directly. She waited until they turned into the mixed alley of the red-light district before she grabbed Toru Amuro by the back of the collar and dragged him into the "Garbage Alley".

Seeing Winnet's strange behavior, Toru Amuro also realized what was going on. There was actually someone following them.

Tracking people in the organization.

It's just a desperate matter.

He was glad that Ibis didn't ambush at the intersection and take the man directly to see God. He held his breath for a moment, unable to suppress his surprise, and asked:

"How did you know that man was going to follow us?"

Winnet shook her head in denial.

"I was just suspicious at first," Winnett said. "While you were talking, the man left his seat. I could see him from the glass wall that reflects light and shadows. I didn't expect that after we left, he continued to follow us. This made the situation very obvious."

She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Then, she walked to the intersection and observed the division of the street. Vodka drove the car when she came here, and she wrote down the route while leaning over the front seat. Amuro Toru was annoyed that he didn't notice this. He pulled out the notebook from the chest pocket of his shirt under his robe, made two marks on it, and regarded this block as the other party's range of activities; he said in a dry voice like a publicity result: This is under the control of the Matsuba Society. They have several companies under their umbrella, mainly engaged in customs trade. There are rumors that they are trafficking in human beings, but the police have investigated several times without any results.

In his opinion, this is almost certain; people from other countries can often be seen on this street, doing almost slave-like work, and this is just their most inferior "goods", and it is also the distribution channel for them to deal with defective products. As for the so-called "high-quality goods", a politician recently broke out a scandal, privately detaining and imprisoning foreign girls without identity.

He had no sympathy for these people. They were all parasites of the country and competitors of the organization. This was killing two birds with one stone, he thought.

Winnet was surprised that he could track down the police. He said that as long as he paid attention to the number and time of police dispatches, and then asked the witnesses indirectly, he would basically have a close idea. Moreover, he did not hide anything, and told Winnet all his investigations and arrangements, handing the initiative to her; not only was it his duty as a member of the organization, but also as an undercover agent - the plan of the public security police - he hoped to have a more systematic understanding of Ablis, and it would be best if he could establish a good relationship with her.

From his contact with Gin, he concluded that Vodka was not a cunning person, and there was no need for him to lie to him about Abby, even though asking proactively might not necessarily get any results; based on his experience, women were generally more emotional, or at least more humane. The previous hostility and mutual testing mainly stemmed from a confrontation of mentalities, and now that they were going to carry out the same mission, they had to work together.

He had to take this opportunity to gain some favorability.

I hope she is not as stubborn as Gin, but more like Vermouth.

"Then we need to know their account books," she said. "The ones that are visible. Human trafficking also has a process, and transportation is inevitable. They probably hide the abducted people in some unknown small company, which must be a place that is far enough away from people's eyes.

He nodded.

In fact, he had guessed it, but it would take a lot of effort to find this place.

"Well, we don't need to deal with them, do we?" Winnet sighed, "Don't you think so?"

Toru Amuro didn't know how to answer for a moment. He hoped to destroy them all at once, but as Ibis said, the two of them only needed to destroy the exchange established by someone with ulterior motives and then execute the main leader. There was one more thing he didn't mention. He speculated that the organization was going to hand over the relevant business to another director of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. If the Matsuba Kai changed its support for him, it would probably not be liquidated.

"Of course not. It makes us lose face."

Winnet almost doubted her hearing. She touched her ear with her little finger and then laughed:

I don't know how to do it, but I know it's a long time

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be interesting! Bourbon."

"I finally got a mission other than gathering intelligence. How can I live happily if I don't make a scene?"

"Good boy!"