Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Fortunately, the other party did not say anything, nor did he try to confirm the condition of Renata who was lying on the ground. Instead, he followed Jacques silently to the speedboat.

There are four ships moored in total.

Winnett guessed that this was a means of moving to the cruise ship for temporary safety just in case. However, the cruise ship had long been infiltrated by the organization, and bombs were placed in the hull structure.

Not only in Europe and the United States, but also in Japan, Winnett really feels the pressure from the huge organization behind her.

Jacques didn't seem to want to abandon her motorcycle and rejected the idea of ​​using a speedboat. After discussing the escape route with Ireland, she got back on the motorcycle, put on her helmet, and blew a kiss to Winnet and the others. Ireland, who seemed to be taciturn, suddenly showed a terrible smile and said, "Let's go with that crazy woman."

Miss Winnett felt that this smile was not the slightest bit evil. If it were on the screen, he would definitely be a villain. In real life, with a face like this, he would probably be misunderstood a lot - in fact, he was indeed the leader of a criminal organization - code-named Wine.

Miss Winnett shook her shoulders and nodded rapidly.

This made Ireland laugh even more, and he started the speedboat, "Even though this face is scary, I'm actually quite popular."

She hadn't expected Ireland to suddenly start telling jokes, but scary didn't mean ugly.

Ireland was driving the speedboat, and the cold wind from the sea blew on Winnet's cheek. He adjusted his movement direction and said, "Your shoulder is starting to bleed. Although you have avoided the vital parts, the untimely treatment still left a significant impact."

Upon hearing this, Winnett drew out her Colt Python and aimed at Ireland from behind.

She knew that her disguise was too difficult to fool experts, and she kept silent out of hope.

Ireland calmly said to Winnett: "Don't worry, it's not a big problem."

He turned a corner and stopped the speedboat at the edge of a jungle. Immediately afterwards, a strong flame broke out from the hull of the cruise ship that had been sailing away from the dock for some time.

After dropping the anchor, Ireland said, "When you asked Jacques to do that, we also let some of the minions go. To the organization, these small characters from the Mafia family are of no importance at all. As long as you don't betray the organization and have any dealings with those people from the Intelligence Bureau, the organization will not harm you."

"How do you know?" Winnet asked doubtfully, "I let the enemy go myself, so it's only natural that I'm suspected, right? How do I know that you're not just playing coy with me?"

She grabbed Ireland by the front of his shirt and with a strength that surprised Ireland she lifted him up, the gun pointed at his head.

Ireland felt his feet leave the ground, and it made him feel that the world was ridiculous, after all, the girl in front of him looked so slender.

As for him, he weighs almost ninety kilograms.

Suddenly, Winnet let go, and Ireland, who fell to the ground, had not yet recovered from his surprised expression. He thought, no wonder it was the new member who could kill a dozen armed and well-trained enemies single-handedly.

There was no doubt that the girl in front of him was qualified to inherit the code name of Abis.

He estimated that the girl in front of him was equally strong not only in combat ability but also in intelligence, just like her predecessor Abby - the elder member who had a higher status than the man he respected and regarded as a father.

After a moment, Ireland recovered and said, "You can use this as a way for me to make friends with you. Even within the organization, it is not a monolithic entity. Soon, I will go to Japan like you to work for the organization. I hope we can build friendship and trust."

Make friends with a new member?

Winnett thought Ireland's proposal was too ridiculous and couldn't imagine what benefit it would bring to him, or was he targeting her relationship with Vermouth?

Although Vermouth was quite kind to her, there was actually no deep friendship between the two of them. It was basically the other party's one-sided solicitation.

"You...are you interested in me?"

Although she didn't want to think so, Winette couldn't think of any other reason for the moment, not to mention the incident at the bar.

"Hahaha, I don't have that idea. Besides, you...are not interested in men at all, right?"

"how do you know?"

"Miss, when you were at the bar, you kept staring at the female bartender," Ireland said with a laugh, "I even heard her chatting with her colleagues, saying that there was an extremely beautiful girl who seemed interested in her, and she said she didn't mind having a wonderful night of memories."

nonsense!

Miss Winnett is not that explicit!

She was just nervous and didn't know where to look, so she became like that. In the end, there was no need for her to be so desperate. With her own conditions...

Woo!

Does anyone really want it?

……

048 A Poor Little Fox

"Okay, Abis, enough joking. I have to be honest with you," Ireland said. "I guess you've seen that dangerous man, Gin. In the organization, he is like a terrifying shadow, hanging over everyone's head. He is responsible for dealing with traitors. Sometimes, not only traitors, but also some members who are considered to have lost their usefulness will be dealt with by that guy."

"His horrific behavior made people feel that he was just taking advantage of his position. My former partner died at his hands. In the ravine of Kuntuk Mountain, I only found an old Alvis car that was burned beyond recognition and an unrecognizable body. I didn't get the proper explanation. From then on, I no longer had any trust in this man."

Ireland explained sincerely: "As the heir of Ibis, it is easy for you to be entrusted with important tasks by that adult, especially since you have a relationship with Vermouth. I wonder if this statement can impress you."

Winnett couldn't find any lies in Ireland's mouth. In her opinion, there was no big flaw in his disgust for gin or his intention to make friends with her.

It seems that the death of his partner has plunged Ireland himself into a vortex of suspicion.

If he was using himself to reduce the possibility of being targeted by Gin, this would barely make sense.

Winette sighed.

She didn't have much other choice.

Even if the organization knew what she did today, after investigation, the most they could come to the conclusion that Renata was related to her by blood. As for someone like Shirley - the organization should not be so naive.

Winnett put down the pistol in her hand and showed a dangerous smile: "Okay, Irish Whiskey, in fact, I also need a reliable helper. Since Gin also has a driver like Vodka, if I become the backbone, it would not be too much to have a few people with code names under my command, right?"

Ireland laughed along and walked to the shore, to the edge of the sparse bush.

Winnet followed him. Although she put down her gun, she didn't completely trust him. "What are you doing?"

Ireland jumped into some bushes and found a Chevrolet inside. He replied, "You are injured. I have a car here. I will take you to the clinic."

He opened the car door and the back seat, letting Winette sit in.

Winnett didn't rush to refuse. As the wound on her left arm had not healed, the shooting she used to cover it up seemed to have ruptured the wound, causing the new and old wounds to flare up at the same time. She began to sweat in pain, but judging from the surface of her black windbreaker, the effect was not obvious.

She got in the car, saw a first aid kit on the back seat, and said, "Can you lend it to me?"

Ireland, who was starting the car, was surprised. The first aid kit was enough to temporarily stop the bleeding and bandage the wound, but treating the gunshot wound was not that simple and surgery was required to remove the bullet.

He kindly warned, "Abby, I don't have the ability to perform surgery."

Winnett insisted again, shaking her head as she said, "I don't need to go to the clinic, just take me somewhere near Monterey Park."

"Okay," Ireland didn't argue. He could tell Winnet had her own plans. "After tonight, my mission is over. If you need anything, you can contact me anytime."

Ireland changed course and stepped on the gas, picking up a little speed.

It was almost two in the morning when Ireland drove Winnett to Monterey Park. "Would you like me to give you a ride? This place should be quite far from where you live."

"No, I also have a mission to complete, and that matter needs to be kept secret for the time being." Winette said through gritted teeth.

She couldn't tell anyone where Shirley was.

Vermouth did not tell anyone else, including Gin, about their residence. As Vermouth said, this was the instruction given to her by the adult.

"Then don't delay." Ireland threw the contact information and tissue to Winnet, and he saw that her forehead was soaked with sweat.

Winnet took the note and wiped off her sweat: "I will need your assistance immediately."

She took a deep breath and pressed the area near the blood vessels to stop further bleeding. Unfortunately, she found herself being followed by a homeless man, so she had to backhand him and send him into a trash can on the street. During this process, she felt the wound split open a little more, and she couldn't help but let out a faint groan of pain. Fifteen minutes later, she returned to her residence.

Winnet tiptoed, slowed down her pace, and quietly turned on the light on the kitchen side.

Just as she was about to take off her black windbreaker that was sticky with blood, suddenly, the light on the other side of the living room was turned on.

"It's so late." Shirley said, leaning against the wall.

"Aren't you asleep?"

"If a cat goes out for a walk and doesn't come back at midnight," Shirley replied, "it's natural for the owner to feel worried, right?"

Do I look that much like an animal?

Miss Winnett expressed her incomprehension.

Shirley noticed that there was something wrong with the way Winnet was standing. She walked over in a cotton pajamas, standing straight and frowning.

"Winette!" she said, reaching for Winette's hand. "What happened?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Winnet said stubbornly.

"Look, a poor little fox!" Shirley gently brushed away a strand of hair from Winnet's forehead and saw her forehead was soaked with sweat.

She saw the first aid kit on the table: "Okay, I won't ask where this came from now. Do you want to deal with it yourself? Or did you come back with the idea of ​​letting me handle it?"

In fact, there was no need to ask this question. If Winnet really wanted her to deal with it, she would not have sneaked in like a little mouse. Shirley guessed that Winnet just wanted her to see her tomorrow morning.

"I..." Winette felt something stuck in her throat.

When she saw Shirley, she seemed to have trouble speaking.

strangeness.

Shirley lifted Winnet's arm, causing Winnet to groan in pain. "A new gunshot wound, and the old wound has also split open... Do you know that if it is not handled properly, it will cause sequelae, and there is a risk of death from wound infection?"

"What an idiot! Sit on the bed," Shirley said, and started to boil water.

Then she checked the first aid kit, which contained disinfectants and bandaging supplies.

After the water boiled, Shirley began to prepare.

The bullet did not penetrate the body but remained in it. Judging from the degree of bleeding, it has been there for quite some time.

She looked at Winnet's face carefully and did not continue asking questions, because Winnet, who was sitting on the bed, had to support her body with her other arm. Her face was very pale and her breathing was not smooth.

Shirley found the Chris Reeve straight-handled knife that Winnett carried with her and treated it with hot water and disinfectant.

"Okay, take off your clothes."

"Uh……"

"Why are you hesitating? This isn't the first time."

……

049 Lazy fox, get up!

Winnet had to act in a panic, she was a little unsure of her attitude towards Shirley.

She muttered in her heart, I'm not a lolita complex.

Although she wanted to take off her clothes by herself, the blood had almost coagulated, and any movement of her left arm would pull the wound, causing her pain.

Finally, with the help of Shirley, she was able to tear off the scabby part and take off her top.

Winnett tensed up as she felt a smooth hand moving on her skin.

"Fortunately, it's not a serious area..." Shirley breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the wound.

However, this does not mean that she feels at ease. Shirley still feels angry about Winnet's irresponsible attitude towards her body.

Because the fair skin was left with extremely hideous wounds, as if it had been invaded by foreign objects.

What worries Shirley is not the new wound that is slowly starting to scab over, but the old wound that has split open due to movement and tension. Although she has tried to stop the bleeding and bandage it again, the effect is not very ideal due to the pain.

She brought a towel and told Winnett, "Bite hard if it hurts, and keep your arm as relaxed as possible."

Then Shirley went to work, cutting open the scabbed wound.

"Fortunately, the bullet wasn't embedded very deeply..."

Shirley wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve and took the bullet out of her arm. "Just hold on a little longer."

Although similar things have been done many times in experiments, the only person who has performed surgery on a living person is the girl in front of him.

Compared to the initial decision made in response to the emergency, this time, she couldn't help but feel her wrist trembling a little.

She is worried, afraid of failure and other consequences.

Shirley didn't know why she had become like this, becoming weak - was it because she no longer saw Winnet as an insignificant killer, but...

Shirley breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the wound was successfully sutured. "Are you okay?"

The towel that Winnett was biting was loosened, leaving a row of hideous teeth marks on it.

"It's okay, it's just this... God won't call me to His side just because of this."

Shirley stuffed the towel back into Winnett's mouth.

His teeth are fine, but he's not very good at speaking.

I really worried about nothing, like a fool.

"Then next time, I will just watch you return to God." Shirley rubbed the blood scabs on her hands and said dissatisfiedly.