Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Just looking at this word, it is impossible to understand the meaning, but Winnet quickly realized that it was a place.

Winnett had seen an Ames freight company on the thumbnail map before.

However, of course, the location does not refer to the company, but the nearby pier.

So, what about time?

Winette noticed that his hair was heavily oiled and neatly combed, his lips were pale and beardless, and his eyes were sharp like an owl.

The slightly narrowed eyes were directed towards the wine glass.

There seemed to be something engraved on the bottom of the transparent cup, but Winnett, with her poor eyesight, found it difficult to tell.

"How about a drink, half a glass, ma'am," the other person said.

Does half a cup mean half a point?

Before Winnett could speak, he asked the bartender for another drink, "One Irish whiskey, thank you."

Winnett didn't know much about wine culture, and didn't think the other party wanted to use the name of the wine to represent time. She was probably just explaining his code name and identity to her.

Before she could say anything, a woman in a red dress came up to Code-Name Irish Whiskey and gave her a seductive look.

"You're interested in little girls, Mr. Brunner?"

Ireland, who went by the alias Brenner, smiled and wiped the woman's chest with his hand in front of Winnet.

The snow-white piece sandwiched between the red cloth was exposed, and half of the sphere could be seen. The woman looked very young, probably less than 30 years old. She was a charming, tall person with a pair of charming eyes with a smile.

"Girl," the woman took her wine glass and shook it, "are you really an adult?"

Winnet ignored the woman. In her opinion, this was rude and ostentatious behavior. She didn't say anything, but just silently drank the wine on the bar.

Because she often performed communion ceremonies, she was a little particular about how to hold the wine glass, even though the contents were wine instead of grape juice.

When the sherry went down her throat, there was a rich and mellow aroma and a fairly sweet taste. Winnett didn't feel any discomfort. Perhaps her tolerance for alcohol was far beyond what she had thought. She didn't feel anything special after drinking, like a dizzy feeling. Recalling the descriptions in literary works, she felt that it might take a while for the alcohol to take effect.

"Evelina," Ireland said sternly, "Come on, I don't have that idea."

"It doesn't look like it. You know, we have something important to do later!"

As Winette listened, she could already imagine a big drama in her head. However, judging from the current situation in Ireland, this serious matter might really be "serious matter", something related to the mafia she was chasing.

Vermouth's document briefly stated that Ireland was the leader of a new mafia organization named "Ebelius". Compared with the traditional mafia that Winnet knew, its name did not contain words like family. To some extent, it was equivalent to a parliamentary system, and Ireland, as one of the leaders, might have a say.

Although Winnett didn't understand the struggle on the surface, she was also aware of the drawbacks of this system, that is, there would be checks and balances within the forces. Once the Mafia is not ruled by the patriarch, conflicts will inevitably arise within it. Once the conflicts intensify, the emerging Mafia without foundation will surely disintegrate quickly. In this way, the purpose of the Irish undercover is very intriguing.

According to the information collected by Vermouth and the reports on the market, one of the mafia parties that involved her adoptive father was the prestigious Roderick family, a mafia with Italian and Polish backgrounds. However, not long ago, Roderick used the channels of the war-torn countries and cooperated with banks to do mortgage deeds of the war-torn countries with large face value notes on the stock exchange. He also commissioned agents to purchase valuable artworks in the war-torn countries and made a lot of money. However, they were still not satisfied and turned their attention to a drug raw material production field in a small country. The raw materials were then transported to the United States for processing, disguised as a small town and a large farm.

The hotel where her adoptive father was staying was in the town, and a gunfight broke out, as well as a shocking incident of incendiary bombing.

……

041 Preparing with Jacques

Winnet was thinking about things before and studying the development of the whole incident, but in order to fully understand what happened, she needed to know more details, which was only possible with the assistance of Ireland. If the dropping of the incendiary bomb was the work of the mafia Ebelius, it can be seen that it is a very radical emerging organization. The disappearance of the Roderick family not long ago can be simply inferred that the power was taken over by Ebelius.

Ireland, who holds a certain status in the Mafia, is now under surveillance. The reason for this must be that he and the entire organization are in a very sensitive state, so members are not allowed to act privately. I am afraid that just leaving the house alone can be used as evidence of suspicion - for the Mafia, which is often in turmoil.

Winnet was fairly familiar with the structure of the underground criminal organization. If there was any action tonight, according to their personalities, they would indeed live in groups and drink to boost their courage. If the leader was calm enough, he might not allow such a thing. However, for a parliamentary organization with each leader acting as their own, strict discipline would be difficult to achieve.

While there are disadvantages, the advantage is that it grows very quickly and is much more ruthless than those old organizations.

"Business," Ireland grinned. "Of course, darling, that's what brings us here."

Winnet also saw that he was intentionally turning the conversation in the opposite direction.

So, during this break, she left with her glass in hand and asked the bartender for a low-alcohol cocktail. After drinking it, she went to a low dam of an artificial river to relax and breathe. About half an hour later, Ireland walked out of the bar with a woman named Evelina. The two got into a wine-red Pagani. The roar of the sports car's engine reminded Winnett of watching popcorn frying on the street.

She looked at her watch. It was nine thirty-one.

If it meant half an hour, then an hour later would be too hasty, and if the date was today, then the time they had scheduled was most likely half past eleven.

"As for the dock, it's related to trade. Blowing up other families' pharmaceutical bases is to prevent the market from being reshuffled due to new influxes. At the same time, the batch of drugs snatched from Roderick has saturated their existing market, and they urgently need to expand overseas markets, so..."

It was a drug deal, Winnett concluded.

If it was just a transaction, it would be useless even if she went there alone.

There is no doubt that there is some organized involvement in this matter.

Winette intuitively guessed that the transnational criminal organization she was in was 99% familiar with the routine of gangsters robbing gangsters, and the internal structure was not monolithic. For example, Vermouth did not receive the relevant information in advance. Of course, there was another possibility, that is, the signal from Ireland would not be conveyed to the members who were waiting and looking forward to it in the shadows until tonight.

During the remaining time, we can conduct an on-site inspection.

After making the decision, Winnett did not rush to the dock, but returned to her residence. When she opened the door, she saw Shirley sitting at the dining table in the living room.

Shirley was yawning as she read a highly professional publication on bacteria. When she saw Winnett come in, she leaned back in her seat.

"Is it over?" she asked nonchalantly.

Winnett replied: "Not yet, I think it might come in handy tonight."

Winnett carried the violin case on her back, which contained a sniper rifle and bullets.

Shirley did not comment and stood up lazily, "I'm sleepy, remember to speak softly when you come back."

"it is good."

Winnett had expected to get a few words like "come back alive", but it seemed that she was a little sentimental, and Shirley's expression was no different from before.

She felt a heavy weight on her back, glanced at herself in the mirror, and decided that this was how she felt about playing music.

Ah, America is such a mess, I really want to go back to London!

Freedom! Safe!

Japan should be considered safe, after all, I haven't heard of any terrorist activities.

Winnett did not take a taxi. On the way, she was questioned by the patrolling detective because of her smell of alcohol and her young face.

She handed over her driver's license with a smile. The detective with a walrus mustache took a quick look at it and returned it to her, saying that he would escort her back. Of course, she ignored this.

Even if there was a conflict nearby, no one would associate the Mafia with a little girl. A well-dressed young man and his girlfriend walked by her side. Before they passed the alley, they kissed each other passionately. At this time, Winnett's mobile phone received another message.

The sender was still Vermouth, telling her to take appropriate cover tonight and indicating that a gunfight would break out at night.

Honestly speaking, considering the time left to explore the site, it was quite rushed. It was highly likely that the organization had acted on impulse and was not adequately prepared.

After a while, Winnet arrived at the designated dock. Unlike the abandoned docks she had seen before, the warehouses nearby were in use and there were guards patrolling. However, after walking this distance, she found that there were no people near the containers at the nearby dock. The narrow gaps formed by the containers were not a good hiding place. Considering the field of vision and escape route, she had to be above the containers three hundred yards away, using the cover of the telephone poles to lean over for support.

However, this was not the result she wanted. She was better at operations like breaking into the enemy ranks than providing fire support.

Winnett did not act on her own. The first thing her adoptive father gave her was that she must not be reckless, but must keep the situation in a state of ease so that she would have room for continued maneuver.

She found some trash such as torn plastic bags, rags, and reflective metal sheets and placed them on an angular container not far from the dock.

When the lights of the cruise ship shine over, she can confirm the wind direction of the target point and the distance between herself and the target point.

With a tiny preparation, Winnet was about to return to the selected sniper point, assuming the gun, when her ears caught a sound other than her own, and it was coming towards here.

Winnett took out the Colt Python she carried with her, half squatted down, and looked at the ground in the moonlight. After a while, a woman with her hands raised came in front of her.

"It's really creepy to hold that thing. Nice to meet you, the girl that Vermouth likes!" The woman standing below smiled knowingly, and then began to organize the large package she was holding.

Winnett couldn't confirm her purpose, but since she mentioned Vermouth's name, she was most likely a member of the organization.

A beautiful lady.

She is slim and petite, with shiny black hair, an oval face and big eyes.

"I'm Jacques," the woman introduced herself. "I'm an undercover agent for the organization in the Spanish intelligence department. I'm currently on vacation."

"For the time being, it is the CIA's ally in Western Europe, the chief thinker against the imaginary enemy in Eastern Europe. For this reason, I often get access to some news from the United States, although these have nothing to do with today's mission."

……

042 Organization's Plan

Jacques's big package contained a batch of bombs, so many that they had to be piled together, and the weight of the bag could be imagined. She placed one of the bombs right under Winette, with a cunning look in her eyes.

Jacques greeted Winnet respectfully, then made a phone call. She put her arm around the shoulders of another subordinate who had arrived and was covered in black, like an old acquaintance, and handed the whole package to that person, which made Winnet a little puzzled. She told Winnet a cliché London joke, and when she checked the timing device of the bomb, her expression became cheerful again: "Miss Abbes, please forgive me for coming to you suddenly. I guess a skilled killer would probably choose this area as a sniper point. Because I have a friend who likes to do this, maybe you have met! Her code name is Chianti, she always has a sour face, but her personality is quite generous."

"I have heard of it," Winnett replied, "The man codenamed Gin mentioned it. It seems that your friend is an excellent sniper."

Winnett jumped off the container, still holding Colt in her hand. She walked to Jacques' side, not relaxing her usual vigilance. She asked, "So, you already have an idea of ​​this mission. Can you introduce it to me? To be honest, I just joined the organization. Apart from being familiar with Vermouth, I don't know much about other people."

"Jin," Jacques shrugged, "I feel a little sorry for you, Abby, for having to work with such a crazy guy! Don't worry, since you've got the code name, we can be reliable partners in the mission, but you still have to be careful, because Jean is very suspicious. If we are suspected by him, our good days will be over. We might even be treated as undercover agents and sunk into the sea - just kidding, at least you are much cleaner than me, this world is really crazy!"

Winette's impression of Jacques changed again. She was still a talkative woman.

Miss Winnet was quite familiar with this situation. It was the result of a lot of pressure accumulated in her daily life. In front of people who could tell the truth, she couldn't help but become a chatterbox, just like what a service provider who had accumulated dissatisfaction with rude customers did in the confessional.

"Mission..." Winnet mentioned the word again.

Jacques, who was holding the bomb, suddenly realized what was going on. He said in a tone of explanation, "Abbes, you just need to help us here. This bomb is for you to use as a means of obstruction. Just press this silver button and the timer will automatically change to thirty seconds. There is a warehouse with flammable materials fifty yards behind. The more lively we make it tonight, the better. You know, Americans like liveliness... and freedom. They will probably like our freedom fireworks. Um... like the festivals in Eastern countries?"

Winnet couldn't help but want to complain in her heart.

Hasn't she seen fireworks set off after a bloody conflict in any country to end the birthday celebration?

This further enhanced her impression of the organization's members. It turned out that only the normal ones were a minority. The Jacques in front of her had probably been driven crazy by the crazy trend of the world.

Maybe I can do it myself, and I can change it as soon as I say it! I can do it as soon as I say it!

Immediately, she heard Jacques' voice again: "Oh, dear! You are so beautiful. I think you are more suitable for the spy work than me. Otherwise, you can explain it to the organization and we can work together. Our work will definitely be successful!"

Winnett shook her head. "But I was trained as a killer. It's impossible for me to have the qualities of a spy in such a short time. Jacques, you forgot to tell me what happened tonight."

"I regret this. Charming Madrid is obviously better than violent Los Angeles. Although I will be transferred from my current position soon, the agreement dating back to the Franco era is about to end. This is no longer the Cold War era. All I can do for the organization is to monitor the movements of the CIA. However, this project is about to end. It seems that the higher-ups intend to shift the focus of development to the East - a tiny island country. We need to raise funds in the near future. Gin and Chianti are preparing for this goal. Tonight is also..."

So there was a cash transaction? Winnett almost understood that the organization wanted to swallow the money from the drug transaction, which was very consistent with her goal of destroying the mafia that killed her adoptive father.

"What are you going to do?"

Winnet took the time bomb in her hand and held it level with her hands.

"Like the organization usually does, cleanly and without leaving any traces," Jacques replied.

She quickly added, "There are many old families who are dissatisfied with the emerging mafia, Ebelius, but they are hampered by their mad dog-like execution. At this point in time, the intelligence we sent out has almost arrived. I believe that the hounds with unbroken courage will still come to smell the scent. No matter how many come, we are ready to blow them up."

The number of bombs in the bag was indeed enough, and Winette did not doubt Jacques's words.

Jacques blinked. "In this way, Abelius will not know who stole the transaction funds... Oh, there is one more thing. The party that Abelius traded with is a gang from Japan, an organization called the Mud Association. Since it is mentioned in the mission, I guess the organization was infiltrated in Japan and was influenced by it. That adult would not ask us to do meaningless things. Is this scattered information helpful to you, Abise?"

"Perfect, Jacques. But there's one more thing I want to know, and it's not my job to do this."

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"You're really alert," Jacques spread his hands, took a step towards Winnett, and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I don't know the specific situation, but according to the news I got from Ireland, Abelius has an assassination team that has privately threatened many congressmen and mafia families. Of course, I don't believe its people can compare with the elites in the organization, but with you here, Ablis, you can reduce their influence to some extent, right?"

"Jacques, thank you for the information."

Winette said to Jacques, who had shiny black hair and a pair of cheerful eyes, "I have one more thing to ask of you. Keep a few people who attended the meeting and perform another play."

"Play?" Jacques was interested. "I don't know what play it is. I hope it's not like Shakespeare's play after dinner. I think I'll fall asleep."

"It's not that complicated," Winnet thought for a moment. For her, who didn't know the composition of Ebelius, there was only one object.

Winnett judged that the woman in the bar was a level higher than Ireland, so she said, "It is enough to make them believe that the name 'Avelina' was involved in this attack."

Jacques reacted instantly. She remembered that Ireland worked under this woman. This woman was trying to use distrust to create internal conflicts, which was perfect for Abeles, whose organizational structure was loose.

She smiled charmingly, "Oh, Abby, you are so bad! It seems that you have mastered the essence of a spy, and even the psychology of the enemy is perfect. The frightened Japanese from a peaceful country must only want to hear the voices they believe in. Well, they also need some seasoning, like the cherry sauce in Mrs. Taluo's stew. I think you will prepare it for them, right?"

……

043 Winette gradually becomes happy

Winnet took a deep breath, then smiled as if she had taken in the big picture. "Of course, Jacques. I think our action is about to begin."

At this moment, the subtle movements coming from the sea, the changes in the sound of the sea breeze and waves made Winnet instantly judge that a ship was approaching. Jacques, who understood Winnet's meaning, also began to prepare for an ambush. Within three minutes, several members of the organization dressed in black, holding guns, came to gather, just like a group of well-prepared assault troops.

Winnett was not worried about the possibility of mission failure. In terms of equipment and firepower alone, they had completely crushed the mafia that was about to trade. The next step was how to steal the funds and goods at the lowest cost - these were not within her scope of concern.

The transmitter in Jacques' hand flashed red, and judging that it was a signal from Ireland, Winnett returned to the selected sniper location and looked at the situation along the coast.

The fireworks began with the arrival of a white cruise ship and the pier illuminated by orange and yellow lights.

Winnett saw through the scope that not many people from Ebelius, the delivery party, came, only six or seven people plus Ireland, and the woman she saw in the bar was not there either.

This situation confirmed Winnett's judgment of the woman's identity - she was a high-ranking figure, and perhaps had a private relationship with Ireland, but she was just using him as a pawn. Ireland's presence at the transaction site was the best evidence, and besides that -