Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Mixing in with the crowd of people traveling normally, Winnett took a taxi out of the city and came to the small town indicated by Vermouth.

After last night's operation, she failed to retrieve the equipment placed on top of the container, and now she needs a new sniper rifle.

Winnet turned the corner and saw two vans parked in front of a closed bakery, both engines running. One was a rusty Renault, and the other had a faded logo that looked like "Tabil Hotel." After a few seconds, a woman dressed in black got out of the vehicle.

Coincidentally, that person was Jacques, the commander of last night's operation.

Although black is very fashionable, it feels a bit weird at this point in time. Winnet feels that it is likely to attract attention. She doesn't understand why people in the organization like to wear pure black clothes, making them look like uniforms.

She exposed her figure, walked towards Jacques, and said, "Are you ready for business? I want to buy some pineapple bread."

Then she walked towards the Renault.

When Jacques saw the newcomer, he smiled as brightly as a female star and said, "Of course, you're welcome."

She flipped the "CLOSE" sign on the door, opened the door and walked in. The backyard was connected to the car wash next door. It only took a minute to reach the empty workshop. Just like the base that Winnet had visited before, there was also a large basement under the car wash for storing weapons.

"Abbes," Jacques asked, "What do you need? No one should come here recently, so there's a good chance they have something good."

Winnett said bluntly: "I need a big one, preferably one that can increase the sniping range."

Her plan wasn't quite ready yet, but she was going to contact Ireland next to get some information about Abelius.

There are many intelligence sources lurking in Ireland within the Mafia. In addition to him, there must be ordinary members of the organization acting as insiders. It is not difficult to find out the current situation of Abelius.

However, now that he knows that it was his sister who caused Bridge's death, is there any point in continuing to do this?

Given her condition that night, she would certainly be disheartened and would never return to that kind of life on the edge of death.

Winnet told herself: Bridge was not the type of person who would seek death. Her sister probably unilaterally believed that Bridge died in her hands. In fact, he was still alive and eventually died under the coverage of incendiary bombs. Otherwise, Vermouth would have told her more information, and the conclusion she would have drawn would not have been that he was involved in the struggle, but that he was "killed by someone."

Stupid woman.

She said something to Renata.

Jacques glanced at Winnett's shoulder and said with some worry, "In your current state, it would be very bad if you use that kind of thing, right?"

Two people fell from the ladder into the basement.

"Don't worry about it. I don't necessarily need to do it myself," Winnet replied.

Although Jacques couldn't figure out Winette's thoughts, it didn't stop her from doing favors. In an organization, if you want to survive longer, building good relationships with other members is a strong guarantee.

Since joining the organization, most of the work she has been responsible for is infiltration. Once discovered by the hostile camp, she needs to rely on the assistance of members of the organization to escape. At critical moments, favors are the most useful.

She walked straight to the gun rack where the weapons were placed and unloaded a heavy thing. "The military Barrett M82A1 is considered a relatively difficult gun to obtain. It uses large-caliber 12.7×99 NATO ammunition, and the magazine holds ten rounds. The scope is an optical telescope developed by the organization itself. It is also equipped with a detachable stock and a rubber shoulder rest, which can reduce a certain amount of recoil."

"Among anti-material sniper rifles, this thing is considered accurate and has low recoil."

Winnett had seen its illustrations before, and even often saw it in some video games. However, in reality, it was a heavy, cold thing. To pick it up, one had to lift the handle on top of the gun with one hand.

It is basically impossible to raise it and shoot like in the game.

"This is such a surprise, Jacques!"

"It looks like you like it very much." Jacques smiled. He couldn't escape a good impression. "Then I'll put it in the car and help you transport it away."

"Then trouble you."

Winnett said as she asked Jacques for the M82A1 and quickly disassembled it into the upper receiver, lower receiver and bolt carrier, and put away the tripod and base plate. Since high-carbon steel was used, the whole gun looked very modern. In comparison, the revolver she often used looked a bit retro.

She replenished some 0.357 Magnum bullets and saw Jacques take out a Beretta BU9 Nano pistol, which was only the size of an adult's fist.

Afterwards, Jacques took out a black bag that looked like a golf bag and helped store Winnett's disassembled M82A1.

"By the way, Abby," Jacques picked up the storage bag, "how did you find this place?"

Core personnel who are not favored by the boss cannot communicate with the boss directly. For example, in a local hiding place, they will only be informed by the person in charge of materials when they take over local affairs.

"Vermouth told me." Winnet answered honestly.

She also knows how to take advantage of the situation.

However, as a pastor with a grateful heart, it is not enough to just ask for things.

Winnett thought to herself: I'll just help the lap dancer with a few tasks occasionally, yeah, that's it!

Jacques heard this and suddenly understood.

really!

Jacques once again increased the importance of Abris in his heart. Vermouth was a woman favored by the boss, and Abris, whom she valued, must have more room for growth than ordinary people. Vermouth probably told Abris the detailed information through the boss's channels.

"Abis, I heard a piece of news recently." Jacques continued, "The organization is preparing to accept a group of new members in Japan and select new members with code names."

"Those who are still serving the organization there are either old people who are unable to do their job, or people like Qin who travel all over the world all day. Aren't you going to Japan? Maybe you can take over some things."

Winnet understood immediately. She smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice, Jacques."

"If you need me, you're welcome. I'll help you."

……

052 Castle and Torture Chamber

Winnet simply gave a verbal promise.

Novel Group 1⑧⑨

Because Jacques' personality is quite in line with her preferences, there will be no unpleasantness in getting along with him. When carrying out tasks, working with members of the organization who have good compatibility with her can avoid many troubles.

After loading the ball bag containing the M82A1 onto the dilapidated Renault, Winette sat in Jacques' co-pilot seat.

It just so happened that Jacques had to go to the training ground to familiarize himself with his new weapon. It was very difficult to immediately master an unfamiliar weapon, and the same was true for Winette. However, she could not test fire it now.

Although the M82A1 is designed to reduce recoil, it is still too much for her with injured shoulders and arms. The strong recoil can easily cause the wounds to split.

When she was operating last night, even before she was shot in the shoulder, the wound continued to hurt due to the recoil of Mataba.

If he used the Colt Python, which he usually used easily, the wound would probably be ruptured when he fired the first shot. It would be difficult to guarantee a hit rate no matter how strong his body was, as he had to fire a gun with strong recoil using one hand.

Winnet originally thought they were going to a desolate factory in the suburbs, but their destination was actually a nominally private castle.

The level of luxury made Winnet blink, wondering if she was hallucinating because she was still sleepy.

Seeing Winnet's look, Jacques explained, "This is the organization's asset. It originally belonged to a wealthy man and was built to imitate an ancient European castle."

Winnet was once again impressed by the organization's wealth. Such a large castle, even if its location was not very good, would probably be worth tens of millions.

Jacques led Winette up the steps and through the stately entrance into the spacious hall.

The scene in the hall amazed Winnet: the pink marble floor, the tall windows with exquisite curtains, the nostalgic and historical lime walls with Etruscan patterns printed on them, looming in the pink and green haze, and a faded angel carved on the ceiling, which made Winnet feel that the original owner was a Christian.

Winnett thought that it must have been filled with magnificent furniture, large mirrors and dressing tables, sideboards with gold trim, gilded chairs, paintings, large vases, and marble statues, as luxurious as a BBC production of a classic drama.

But now, it is empty, with many cables hanging there whose uses are unknown.

"We have set up some security systems," Jacques said. "It's too troublesome to manage them with manpower. Although there are members who come to maintain them regularly, the defense measures are mainly based on alarms and small traps."

Jacques stood by a glass door where a complicated machine that looked like a control panel was placed. After she entered the instructions, she put on headphones and a transmitter and left an encrypted message.

Winnett guessed that it should be a more traditional code, using a code book to decipher the code, which was indeed very characteristic of Jacques's profession.

"Abbes," Jacques said politely, switching to French, "madam, would you like something to drink?"

Winnet could understand of course, although her French was not fluent enough, but it did not hinder basic communication. To be honest, she had no talent for languages ​​and she learned French under the supervision of Sister Alyssa.

Now, without Ji Luxi's encouragement, her progress in learning Japanese has almost come to a complete standstill. However, she now has a new teacher, but she is not sure whether the other party will teach her patiently.

After all, women who feel sleepy during the day tend to have bad tempers, and the same goes for little girls.

Miss Winnett was very cooperative and said in the tone of a movie or TV drama: "Then I want a glass of brandy, ma'am."

"Haha, there's no brandy here. You're only a teenager, right? Are you old enough to drink?"

Compared to the last time they met, Ablis was dressed more childishly. Her face was so white and tender that it could only belong to a teenage girl.

A strong girlish feeling.

Jacques understood. She herself was also in this age group. She could tell at a glance that Ablis was around sixteen years old. Compared with those mature-looking, tall high school students, she would not be surprised even if someone said Ablis was a child star from somewhere.

If Abris insisted, she would give her brandy. Compared with the organization's actions, drinking was really insignificant.

"Just kidding. I think that might add more atmosphere. For example, when Germans and French people are frightened, they like to say, 'Give me a glass of brandy.'"

"Haha, Abby, you're really humorous. How about I make you a cup of coffee?"

"Add sugar." Winnett emphasized, "At least four sugar packets. I'm afraid of bitterness."

"it is good!"

Jacques patted Winnet's shoulder and left her in the hall. She walked through the double doors and into the south wing. The interior of the castle was originally a patchwork of reception rooms, a bit like Versailles.

Inside the room were several switchboards, not in use, cables neatly bundled in rubber sheaths running through the floor, and the windows were covered with heavy curtains.

Jacques walked into the stairwell at the end and went down the stairs. There was an iron door at the bottom of the stairs with tables and chairs beside it, but there were no guards guarding it. She opened the door and walked in.

The internal environment is different from the main floor on the ground. There are kitchens, storage rooms and living quarters. It was designed for the mediocre people who once served the castle. The roof is low and the walls are unpainted. A generator and several huge batteries are placed in the center. The rest are some facilities set up by the organization, including a photo room and a wireless monitoring room for eavesdropping on hostile vision.

There are also several former cells whose doors are equipped with peepholes and are even bullet-proof.

Jacques went to the kitchen, heated up some water, and then went to the interrogation room on the other side.

Only the walls of the interrogation room were painted white. The light was dazzling, and the interior was simply furnished with a cheap table, a few hard chairs, and an ashtray. The interior was completely different. It was very dim, with turned masonry walls and beams with black blood stains on them, as well as hooks used to tie people up, an umbrella rack with wooden sticks and iron bars, and a medical bed.

The medical bed is certainly not used for rescue. It is equipped with a head clamp, belts for binding the wrists and ankles, an electric defibrillator, and a cabinet with medicines and syringes.

A torture chamber used to deal with traitors.

Jacques stayed inside for a moment and took a deep breath.

Although the arrangement was indeed disgusting, for spies, this was one of the ends, and the same was true for personnel who infiltrated the organization to collect intelligence. She was proficient in this kind of work. Although torturing a person did not make her feel happy, this process was commonplace for her, and the physical feeling was consistent with the high tension she maintained at all times in the enemy camp.

She made some brief preparations, then returned to the cell and led the prisoner into the torture room.

Facing the distraught woman in front of him, Jacques had no intention of interrogating her: "It's time for you to cheer up. If you still want to see Ablis, if you are willing to tell us everything, Ablis will have no problem. Otherwise, you might kill her, just like those suspects who affected their relatives. What do you think?"

……

053 Ms. Jacques's Script

"Sure enough, I don't have enough strength to act completely according to reason." Renata sighed.

At that time, her Sigrid had given her the opportunity to escape like a loser, but she did not choose to do so. Instead, she stood in the flames of the explosion, staring blankly into the distance, looking at the sister who only existed in her delusion and was happy to be reunited with her.

She finally understood the misfortune of the Duke of La Rochefoucauld - why he wrote those pessimistic maxims about life - telling people that no matter how bad things seem on the surface, they are actually much worse than they imagined.

When she recalled her own life, Renata found that these maxims were simply a microcosm of herself. She experienced a series of bad news one after another, and after her family was broken up, she became a homeless child, burdened with hatred, was dug out by the mafia, and trained as a killer. She finally traced back what happened and killed her enemies with her own hands. However, the sister she had been looking for turned against her with a knife. Her pursuit of life collapsed in an instant; so much so that when the woman in front of her came before her, she had no thought of resisting at all.

"It's not too late. I didn't report you." Jacques said, and then sat down at the interrogation table.

"It's too late. My sister, Sigrid has become a killer, a devil!"

Renata wanted to say something else, but piling up the same words was meaningless. All she was left with was a deep impression after a meeting, which could not support a complete image.

"But aren't you also doing dangerous work? You have too high expectations of others. Do you think of yourself as a priest and try to influence others?"

"You're right. I have no right to ask for..."

It was just a new hope that was shattered. It was not a big deal. She had gone through this process countless times over the years, but she had no next expectation.

The meaning of life has been lost, just like the lilies of the field given by God have been burned up by fire.

"In that case, why don't you just join the organization? This way, you'll have the opportunity to get closer to Abis. Maybe you can become more like your ideal and influence her."

Jacques smiled easily. She foresaw that this would be a big favor for Abris. As long as she could act as an introducer and keep her mouth shut, she wouldn't mind adding insult to injury if Abris committed a crime. She was sure that she had fully mastered the key points of surviving in the organization.

If Renata in front of her could show some courage and obtain the code name, then she would have another reliable ally.

Ah, what a sincere and grateful woman.

Jacques had already written a script for himself.

As for reporting Ibis, she was not that stupid. Not to mention that there was no reward, it would also cause resentment. Leaving such a resume would also make other people in the organization distrust her, unless she had complete evidence that the other party was an undercover agent.

Is Abby undercover?

Do not be silly!

Everyone in the organization knows that she is the adopted daughter of the veteran "Former Abris". Even Vermouth, who has no connection with her and is favored by the boss, supports her. Coupled with her outstanding personal abilities, she may become as big as Gin in a few years. By then, Jacques would like to find a job under the other party and do something safe.

How can you feel safer when being an undercover agent than working under your own people!

She had seen many spies put in the torture chamber because of being exposed. Although people nowadays did not like to use torture for humanitarian reasons, if they did not turn against their spies, they would be secretly detained and eventually turned into a madman or a fool.