Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"There must be more preparations." Winnet murmured softly.

The assassination team mentioned by Jacques made Winnet feel concerned. If the purpose was to maintain order at the transaction site, the other party would most likely use this force as guards and potential support.

But using containers as shelters for sniping is too obvious, and it is difficult to guarantee a retreat, especially in a short period of time to cause a large number of casualties to ensure that their own interests are not infringed. She felt that most likely they would set up light machine guns and assault rifles such as AK47 less than a hundred yards away from the trading site to deal with the mud participants who came across the ocean as a safety net.

Of course, it is also possible that she made a wrong judgment, and Abelius had been sincere enough about the mud ginseng from the beginning and was ready to open up a new market in the Far East.

In this way, we can prevent people from causing trouble.

Winnett showed her little white teeth and raised the corners of her mouth excitedly, "Maybe the person being targeted is me. And this enemy is lurking somewhere, waiting for the moment when I shoot..."

How careless! If she had come, she would have marked the area and sorted out possible ambush and fire cover locations. However, this could not be blamed on Abelius's people. In a sense, the amount of intelligence on both sides was not equal. In Abelius's eyes, there might be no forces in Los Angeles that could threaten them, and they were completely unaware of the deadly blade of the organization lurking in the shadows.

"Sure enough, Vermouth has a close connection with the organization's managers. Otherwise, why would she go to so much trouble to give me and my deceased adoptive father an explanation?"

In Winnet's view, the fireworks show began.

Many of the dozens of thugs attending the meeting were holding black pigskin suitcases. As for the Irish side, a group of people also gathered there. One of them was operating a crane, intending to move the goods piled on the dock to the cruise ship.

Winnett had seen this kind of transaction method before in London, where valuables were mixed in with ordinary goods, but in this transaction they were replaced by drugs. Judging from the volume, it was probably counted in tons, so it was no wonder that the value was 30 million US dollars.

The only thing that Winnett couldn’t understand was, is there really such a huge market gap in Japan?

It stands to reason that by the end of the 1990s, Japan's public security had reached a nearly modern level. If there were any mistakes with such a large-scale import, it would probably turn into an international crime in an instant.

If this is a parallel world, then everything is possible...

Winnet took a deep breath and gradually moved the sniper point towards the person driving the crane.

The slightly upward angle made it easier to hit than from below. She set her first target as the person driving the crane, and her second target was the man with glasses next to the leader of the Mud Society.

Winnet felt that the man was a think tank like an assistant. If she could get rid of him, the success rate of her next provocation plan would be much higher.

When a deal goes wrong, the other party is usually suspected of having made a mistake, especially for groups like the Mafia, who are in desperate need of an outlet.

Winnet stared at the scope, and every thirty seconds she needed to relax her eyes.

The search method used by snipers requires frequent switching of the focus of the line of sight, looking from far away to near, and switching focus each time. Although Winnet was only more than 300 yards away from the enemy, the pressure on the eyes was not easy. This was also the main reason why Ji Luxi judged that she was not suitable to be a sniper. With her eyesight, she had to confirm little by little from the leftmost end of her line of sight, and then switch to the horizontal height to search. It would cause severe eye fatigue in a few minutes. If it continued for a long time, she would be at risk of blindness.

Winnett found the transaction site and saw the open pigskin box filled with US dollars.

Meanwhile, while the deal was going on, the organization's prepared personnel were waiting for Ireland's signal.

……

A month ago, the leader of the Nitsan Association, Otogi Kazuichi, received an order from the president to join forces with the Abelius Mafia in Los Angeles, USA, to swallow up Japan's illegal drug market and preside over the first batch of transactions.

He came to the United States in advance and met with Abelius. The whole deal was handled by Cedric, one of the leaders of Abelius. However, half a month ago, Cedric died in a room on the eleventh floor of the Baikeno Hotel because he called a room service lady to serve him. She was shot in the head and chest. This incident made Abelius feel ashamed and angry. The chief leader Demps sent people to investigate the whole matter and appointed the only female leader of Abelius, Evelina, to take over.

The progress of the investigation into Cedric's death points to another old mafia family. A week ago, people formerly belonging to Cedric's forces clashed with the other party on Bolia Avenue. The next day, news was broadcast that important cadres of the old mafia family were assassinated one after another. The other party's swift and decisive attitude made Datong Heyi dare not underestimate it. In addition to the reserved funds, this transaction also included some welcome gifts as a partner.

In the hotel where he was staying, the new contact person, Evelina, came to him and, in a charming and seductive manner, asked him to reach an alliance with her in private - to bind the cooperation between the two parties to her alone.

Although Datong Heyi is nearly 40 years old, he could not resist the temptation and was willing to privately resell some guns and bombs to Evelina. At the same time, he could get a reward several points higher than the transaction benchmark.

At 11:15, a black old Chrisler car appeared at the dock. Ireland got out of the car. He was wearing a black suit like an office worker, with golden cuffs and tie pins. Datonghe looked at Ireland and knew that he was the one who followed Evelina. He also knew the rumors that the two of them often stayed overnight. There was a hint of pride and arrogance in his eyes. In fact, he had no interest in robbing other people's women, but it was different if they came to him voluntarily. He tried to say a few polite words to ease the tense atmosphere: "It was really calm tonight. It seems that our cooperation will be smooth sailing."

Ireland, who was standing by the bumper, held out his hand with a smile, "Yeah, 'our' plan will definitely go smoothly!"

……

044 Fireworks

Datong and the Irish couple were quite satisfied with their attitudes. As for those with fierce, bad-guy faces, he felt that such guys were more reliable. For example, those guys who were full of pretentiousness, dressed inconspicuously or were yellow-haired gangsters, one out of every ten of them was a cop or an underground intelligence dealer. Only those with distinct personalities, characteristics and flamboyance would make people feel that there was a problem.

He ordered his men to open the pigskin box filled with U.S. dollars and bring it to Ireland for confirmation, "Sincerity is always the basis of cooperation."

Ireland picked up a bundle at random, browsed through it like shuffling a deck of cards, and put it back. He turned his head to signal his men behind him, who then made a downward gesture, and the people who had been ready to load and unload the goods began to work.

Datong looked up at the pink light hanging on the ladder with a satisfied look. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Yes, everything is going well so far."

Ireland, who was watching quietly from the side, was feeling upset.

Indeed, everything is going smoothly.

The armed forces of Ebelius waiting nearby were completely deceived, but the hunting dogs trained by Ebelius should have smelled the scent of gunpowder and were eliminating the threat.

But it's too late to do that now.

Ireland glanced at his watch and saw that the second hand had stopped at twelve, and the clocks moved along with it.

On the distant sea, time bombs riding on unmanned speedboats emitted loud flames and noises. Just as they attracted everyone's attention, the containers piled up at the dock, which seemed to have lost their way and stopped there, made a noise. After breaking open the containers, a group of people in black clothes poured out of the scene like a ghost team riding on the night fog.

This also represents the signal for the mission to begin. The next second -

boom!

The worker who was operating the loading and unloading crane had his brains and blood splattered on the broken glass.

Winnet ejected the bullet, quickly changed her focus, and pointed the gun at the man with glasses standing next to Datong and Yi.

boom!

boom!

Two shots in quick succession.

The neatly stacked containers are not a good cover, and it takes a long distance for gang members who are exposed to the view to move past them.

Winnett's first shot penetrated the glasses man's stomach, but to ensure the death, she shot another round into the side of his head, then she began to take a deep breath, facing the panicked Mafia and the participants who raised their guns and fired randomly, and she adjusted the muzzle of the gun again.

After shooting and killing a Mud Society member who raised his rifle, Winnett began to change the magazine.

In order to ensure the power, she used a large-caliber, five-round magazine. She had two spare magazines, and she did not intend to use them all - at least she would keep one in reserve.

The influx of organized teams also began to close in their net.

The total number of people sent was about twelve, including Ireland, Jacques and her, as well as the intelligence personnel hiding in the dark, an estimated twenty people. Most of the members of the organization who broke into the organization were equipped with machine guns.

Once this weapon of mass destruction was used, the mafia and Mud Gang members who had no time to find shelter were shot to pieces in a matter of moments.

The guy who was groping for Winnet's location in the dark also fell in a pool of blood.

"What a boring task..."

Winette complained lightly. There were seven bullets in the Mataba revolver in her hand, plus the spare bullets in her bag, which was enough to kill everyone at the scene.

As for those thugs who had not received systematic training, they would only fight back randomly if they were shot in the dark, and there was no possibility of threatening her at all - just like they were quickly killed by the machine guns of ordinary organizational members of the same level - it would be the same for her to do it alone, it would just be a waste of time.

"There is movement..."

Seeing that there was only a pool of blood at the scene, Winnett quickly disassembled the sniper rifle, packed it into a box, and put it aside.

As it was too cumbersome to move with it, Winnet held Mataba in one hand and put the other hand on the dagger at her waist, lowered her body, and slowly descended from the container.

At this moment, the container distribution center returned to silence, and Winnett did not sense any human presence.

interesting.

She walked forward silently.

If it was an assassination group that was very important to Abelius, they would have probably found a way out in advance. However, she hadn't noticed any similar signs on her way here or when she met Jacques. The only possibility left was -

"The shipyard in the container distribution center... I plan to leave by yacht."

It is normal for the members who saw that the members of the organization who broke in halfway were equipped with machine guns and other powerful weapons, and the support and cover troops from Abelius would directly give up the transaction.

Winnett focused her attention on the high water tower and freight elevator platform. If she wanted to launch an ambush, high ground would be a reasonable location. She hid behind one of the containers, waiting for the wind direction to change.

On the other side, Jacques had completed the preparations that Winnet had instructed him to make.

She deliberately played with Datong and Yi for a while before killing him, comforting him with her heels, and then looked at Ireland jokingly, "This guy played with your woman, why don't you seem angry at all?"

"Angry?" Ireland pulled the bolt of the Lorlock 19 and pointed the gun at Datong and Yi. "Please spare me. I'm not interested in women who use their bodies as bargaining chips. You can tell from his expression what it's like to be controlled by such a woman."

"That's right. Thanks to the information provided by that woman, we were able to get both money and goods."

Jacques deliberately guided the conversation and told the still-living members of the Mud Society who were hiding among the corpses, "What good will it do that woman if she stirs up trouble between the Mud Society and Abelius?"

Ireland was stunned for a moment, a little confused by what Jacques said.

But after just a moment, he immediately realized that the organization was going to use Evelina to do something. "What the criminal organization needs is not a council, but a leader."

Ireland knew very well that the woman who had won him over did have such ambitions.

boom!

Datonghe had a hole on his forehead.

"Well, tonight's matter must come to an end." Jacques said to Ireland as he moved, "I'm afraid our new kitten has run into Abelius's support team. Since we have dealt with Abelius, let's eliminate its manpower as well! Vermouth likes the new Abis very much, so we'd better not let her make any mistakes."

"Avelina will probably hate you to death, because the assassination team responsible for support is the only force she can control... However, this is the first time I've heard of such a thing as inheriting a code name."

"It's nothing strange. If Pisco died in the mission and you were a dozen years younger, the result might be the same... Well, from now on, your undercover mission is officially over, and our enemy, the hot-headed CIA, is looking for me everywhere like crazy. I'm planning to seek refuge in France, and my Swedish passport is ready. You should be transferred back to Japan, right? After all, with your relationship with Pisco, you will be able to take over faster. Oh, by the way! And our Ibis, she is so beautiful! In my opinion, Vermouth's face is out of date. Now the popular style is the pure beauty of natural feeling!"

……

045 Hunter and Rabbit

Jacques winked at Ireland, "I heard that Vermouth wants her to come to Japan as well. It seems that the possibility of you working together is not small."

"You really should change your chatterbox habit,"

Ireland felt a headache. He didn't think this was a good time to laugh. He took the oil barrel he had prepared in advance, poured some oil around the pool of blood, and asked, "Why did you do that just now? I don't want the guys from Abelius to know that I'm still alive, because that would be very troublesome."

Jacques gave Ireland a reassuring look and patted his shoulder. She said, "Logically, we could have just called it quits, but Ablis wanted to play a little more. She looks like an angel, but her heart may not be. Abelius is in a bad way."

As an undercover agent who has infiltrated the official system, Jacques's brain is very useful - this is almost what she is best at, instigating her enemies, just like what Double Cross did - turning the enemy's spies to serve her. The conclusions are somewhat different, but using false information to make the enemy suspicious is a common method regardless of any action.

Thinking of the nature of Jacques's work, Ireland could guess what Ablis was planning. He had also heard about the death of his predecessor Ablis, and although he thought it might be just fake news, the organization's arrangement with Vermouth made him think more about Ebelius - it was really unlucky.

Ireland stared at the timer in Jacques's hand, "Is the bomb ready?"

"Yes, including the cruise ship, our people have already been arranged." Jacques said as she got on her motorcycle and tossed her helmet to Ireland, "We still have to show up, so that dear Abbes won't kill all the support team before then."

Ireland would rather drive herself, but seeing that Jacques was a crazy woman trying to let off steam, she had no choice but to sit in the back seat.

As soon as the engine started, Ireland felt something was wrong. "You're driving a modified engine car in a place like this, are you trying to kill yourself?"

The buzzing roar immediately destroyed the silence on the dock. Jacques, who rushed out on his motorcycle, laughed loudly, "You are a grown man, but you will never achieve anything great if you are so timid!"

Jacques was tall. She took out a Sten submachine gun from under her light summer coat and crossed the narrow road between containers to join the evacuating members of the organization. "There are more targets. Clear out the enemies who are ambushing at the container distribution center."

Winnet, who was hiding behind the container, also took action.

It was not wise to expose one's position proactively, but Winnet had no intention of wasting time with the enemy. She cleared the timer on the timed bomb point that Jacques gave her and placed it under the high-legged shelf in the northwest.

At the same time, Winnet started running towards the south.

Twenty seconds later——

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

The high-legged shelves whose pillars were blown off began to tilt and collapse, resting on the water tower in the southeast, raising a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, Winnett jumped onto the container, swiftly climbed over to the load-bearing bridge high in the air, and ran with her body lowered on the narrow bridge deck, which was about 1.5 inches wide.

She stood on the bridge and saw the enemy setting up machine guns above through the pink warning lights in the air.

The disadvantage of equipment needs to be compensated by tactics.

What Ji Luxi taught her came in handy once again.

Winnet was like an illusory light in the night. She rolled on the slender bridge and fired two consecutive shots, killing the machine gunner guarding the high ground.

At the same time as she shot, her position was exposed to the unknown ambushers.

Winnet supported herself on the load-bearing bridge with one hand, and swung like a gymnast, using one hand as a fulcrum, and jumped onto a row of containers. Following a roll, she came to the bottom of an observation platform that partially overlapped with the containers and extended upwards, so as to block the enemy's prying eyes.

However, she still overestimated her opponent.

In the tetrahedron formed by the container shelter below, a guy holding an automatic pistol and looking for a target appeared.

It seemed that he was attracted by the gunshot she just made.

Winnett lay her whole body on the container, holding Mataba flatly, and shot the opponent the moment his head appeared from the gap in the container.

boom!

Half of the man's face was bleeding.