Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

If they betray us, being an undercover agent is already difficult enough, and then they have to be double-faced or triple-faced, who can stand it!

It's like playing Tetris at ten times the speed, you can crash at any time!

Ms. Jacques said she had had enough.

"Is this a call for surrender?" Renata asked, "What does it mean to you?"

"Ah, that's meaningless... But isn't it the best proposal for you?"

"Indeed, using relatives as a threat is often the best tactic."

Jacques's eyebrows twitched.

Sister, please don't cause trouble!

"Oh my god, I don't mean that. Abby joined of her own accord. It has nothing to do with us. Can you please make a decision quickly? I still have to make coffee. If I have time to waste with you, why shouldn't I enjoy dinner and dancing?"

Jacques was almost impatient, "You prefer the traditional, Gestapo style - welcome to hell! Don't be silly!"

Renata's eyes regained some life. She stretched her stiff neck, but her attitude was still suspicious. "You mean, it wasn't a criminal organization that caused my sister to become like this?"

Jacques looked like a helpless elementary school teacher.

She crossed her legs and picked her ear with her little finger.

"I don't know," Jacques said, "but she has been in the organization for no more than a year. Last night might have been her first mission. Does it make you feel better if you think about it this way?"

"That dead bastard! It must be him who turned my Sigrid into this!"

"Yes, that's it! You know what to do!" Jacques gave up.

The key to convincing a stupid woman is to never go against what she believes.

"what should I do?"

"It's very simple, Renata," Jacques explained the process to her, "You just write down your resume except for the one related to Abis, and then I will recommend you to the organization. You can complete a few tasks assigned by the organization, and if you perform well, you may be appreciated by that adult and get a code name."

"You'd better not lie to me," Renata tensed her body, "I know what it means to join your organization."

"You don't have to think too much. I'll tell you some news."

Jacques threw out the decisive bait. She didn't want to argue with Renata anymore. "Ablis will go to Japan soon, and the forces there will also enter a period of development. If you can learn the skills from me, it won't be difficult to apply to be an undercover agent in Japan. It's a peaceful country full of life. I think this is also a good thing for you."

"Your words are so tempting."

"I think so too. What's the answer?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"No, I can't bear it. Just think of me a little and say a few good words for me in front of Abis, so that I can quietly carry out my mission. Now, Abis is upstairs, waiting for my coffee... Now is not a good time to meet, what do you think?"

"Yes, I still need to calm down," Renata said sadly, "She didn't kill me, which means we still have room for improvement."

Jacques stood up, as she was used to seeing similar things, and left space for Renata.

She returned to the kitchen, carrying a cup of coffee with plenty of sugar, and walked back to Winnet's room, placing the cup on the cheap tabletop.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this place?" Jacques asked.

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"It's a great place to spend the holiday. There's even a shooting range in the backyard. It's really luxurious."

Miss Winnet also wanted such a charming big house, but she felt that a castle was too ostentatious, so a villa would be fine. If there was a cathedral of her own next to it, she would wake up laughing in her dreams.

……

054 Conflicts intensify

Over at the shooting range, Jacques was testing his new weapon while Winnet was stretching her body a little, doing some warm-up exercises to get her blood flowing, as Shirley had mentioned.

During this time, she took out a lightweight Glock 19 pistol. Unlike the Colt Python, which requires dual wielding, the Glock 19 can be fired with one hand without affecting accuracy. After a few rounds of shooting, Winnet gradually mastered its feel.

Afterwards, Winnette got into Jacques's car and asked her to take her to the Monterey Park area, where the shabby Renault would hardly attract any attention.

"Are you also a secretive person like Vermouth?" Jacques asked when he saw Winette remained silent all the way.

"No," Winnet explained, "Wait a minute, I'm going to ask Ireland to come and help me with something."

Jacques glanced toward the back seat.

Winnett's eyes were open, her gaze was bright, and there was a well-behaved smile on the corners of her mouth.

Jacques understood what this little devil was up to, so she stopped talking. She didn't dislike Ireland, a man who was cautious but not timid, and a good partner.

"Hahaha, then I'll wait with you for a while." Jacques said.

"I've already sent him a message."

Winnett asked Ireland to come over, which was also the place where they parted last time.

Prior to this, she had received contact from Ireland and learned that the conflict on Bolia Avenue was between Ebelius and a group of unknown people.

The whole incident caused great tension within Abelius. In addition to the dead cadre Cedric, another cadre of Abelius was also involved. Many of his subordinates died, and their livelihoods were also seriously affected. Since the killer who killed Cedric was a woman, he naturally suspected Evelina - Renata was originally one of her trump cards.

The incident at the port has once again intensified this conflict.

It was natural for Evelina to destroy the business she had just obtained, so it was only natural for her to suspect her rival of the incident. However, before the internal conflict broke out, Abelius had to face their trading partner, the Mud Society.

The negotiating representatives attending the conference are staying in a high-end hotel specially arranged by Ebelius. The formal talks will be held this afternoon in the main conference room of an office building on Cyber ​​​​Avenue.

Thinking about it this way, the guy who attended the meeting is also impatient.

Winnet didn't know much about gangs in her previous life, but she had some knowledge of Japanese culture. She had never heard of it, so it was probably some unknown small gang that disappeared in the river of history.

Jacques opened the car window slightly and asked a little stiffly, "Abbes, do you mind if I light a cigarette?"

"not good for health."

"I know that America can't fool me, but it is necessary to relax some measures."

"Indeed, may God bless you."

Jacques lit it, the slender lady's cigarette between his fingers, the place where it touched slightly yellowing.

As notified, Irish Whiskey showed up ten minutes later in a Chevrolet, about fifty yards from the parkland.

Winette said goodbye to Jacques politely, carried the heavy bag in one hand, walked to the Chevrolet, and saw Ireland lower the window.

"Are you okay with your wound?" Ireland asked.

"Of course not," Winnett replied, "That's why I need your help. Otherwise, I can do it alone."

"That's not modest at all."

Ireland couldn't help but complain. This was quite different from the first impression he had, including her outfit. It was hard to connect her to the beautiful figure in the bar that night. His thoughts kept running. He felt that such a companion was more reliable. Someone who didn't have enough confidence in himself would only be a burden if he appeared by his side.

Winnett had no idea what he was thinking, she just repeated the target location. At this moment, there were still four hours before the meeting officially started.

During this time, she needed to do some trivial preparations - every sniper would do it in advance - to confirm the viewpoint and wind direction marks.

Basically replicate what happened that night, but with different specific goals.

This time, Winnett had no intention of killing someone with a sniper. Suspicion between Abelius and the Nisan Council had already arisen, and what she needed now was just a catalytic move, a trumpet to start the feud, like the trumpet of the angel in the Book of Revelation, announcing the opening of a new chapter.

If they could really find any clues about the organization, the two sides might turn their guns around and work together. But the seeds of distrust had already been sown, and the Mud Council would certainly demand an explanation from Ebelius - provided that they could compensate for their losses.

This is already impossible. Winnett doesn't think the organization will spit out the money and goods it has swallowed.

She would not allow such risks to occur.

"I have never been in the habit of being modest about methods that are 100% sure to succeed." Winnett repeated what her adoptive father often said.

Irish Whiskey glanced at her through the rearview mirror, and seeing the confident look on her face, he said no more.

Soon they were on another street off Cyberly Avenue, and Ireland pulled up beside a low factory building surrounded by a high wire fence, the sight of the New World meeting the Old World—rich and poor—which was also a feature of America.

It was noon, when the sun was at its brightest.

Winnett thought it was not bad. At least it was easy to confirm the direction of the sun and adjust the angle of the sniper to avoid reflections that would expose her situation.

The car was turned off, and Ireland took the initiative to carry the "luggage". He wore a pair of sunglasses on his face to cover up his fierce face. If Winnett was dressed more gorgeously, in the eyes of others, Ireland would become a full-time driver.

Ireland felt the weight in his hand. "It's really... a big one."

Winnet bit her lower lip and began to observe her surroundings. "If we get too close, it will be difficult to retreat," she explained. "It's impossible for Abelius to have no plans at all, so we can't fall into the usual way."

Although she didn't know the range of the sniper raised by Abelius, it was definitely impossible to exceed 700 yards. She didn't believe that there was a character comparable to Ji Luxi in the Mafia. If there was, the few people who came that night were just couriers.

She and Ireland stepped out of the car together.

Ireland pointed to an alley behind the factory.

Winnet followed behind Ireland, and from his gestures, she knew that Ireland had been here before.

They walked forward and Ireland opened a door in the wall. This was the backyard of a small apartment building. The residents did not seem to stay inside during the day. The two walked through the yard and entered the building through the back door.

……

055 Drunkard Ireland

They were in a nine-story apartment building with no elevator, and Ireland's rented house was on the top floor.

Fortunately, they did not meet anyone on the way upstairs. They passed the top floor rooms and came to the roof.

Chairs and chairs?

Winnet looked around. There were many places nearby that could be used as sniper points. The place Ireland chose was a good choice if he was deliberately targeting a certain target.

It was less than six hundred yards away, and there was a municipal building between the office building and the building as a shield and buffer zone. There were few people on the corresponding street, so the probability of being discovered in advance was not high.

The important thing is that the house that Ireland rented was on the top floor. No one would come up to snoop for no reason, so there was almost no risk of being discovered staying on the rooftop.

Ireland produced a telescope, handed it to Winnett, and began to analyze the structure of the office building.

"The meeting room is on the eleventh floor, at the nine o'clock position. The glass is bulletproof. Since yesterday, people from Ebelius have been scouting nearby... To some extent, the other party is planning to use the meeting as bait, expecting potential enemies to take action." Ireland said, preparing to open the bag and set it up.

"This place is nice, but it's not ideal," Winette said decisively. "Let's just go through the normal process and walk around the office building. There seem to be street performances there, and there are free balloons available."

Free balloons?

Ireland was stunned when he heard this.

Aren't we discussing sniping now? Do you want to ask for balloons by pretending to be a character like a kid?

“I don’t understand it,” Ireland said. “I think it’s a good location and the access is guaranteed.”

Winnet nodded. She did not deny Ireland's judgment, but there was one factor that he overlooked. "Ireland, if it were you, what kind of preparation would you make if you knew that the enemy might send out snipers?"

"Uh... I'm not good at this."

Ireland sighed secretly. He was not like Winnett, who had received comprehensive training as a killer. If it was just target shooting, he knew a thing or two, but as for sniping, he was not a professional.

"Counter-sniping," Winnett answered affirmatively, "If the enemy forms a triangle with us and the target point, it is very likely that before we fire the first bullet, the enemy will find our position and feed us a giant mutated peanut."

If she was a defensive person, she would definitely screen suspicious sniper locations in advance.

It is impossible for Abelius to mobilize a large army for this. At most, he can send a few people with sniping experience to investigate and screen possible sniping points.

If she had scouted the location earlier, the wind vane she set up might have been found, which would have further locked down the possible sniping range.

To be honest, she didn't like such actions that were not fully prepared, but accidental actions also had their advantages, which was that it was difficult for others to predict them in advance, just like some criminals who acted on a whim. Even the best detectives could not find out their methods in a short time.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You are the expert in this area." The best outcome is not to interfere in areas where others excel. This is the conclusion that Ireland has come to after many actions.

"There's still quite some time before the meeting starts, so let's start the search from the beginning. However, you're too conspicuous, so it's better to disguise yourself," Winnet suggested. Ireland's identity was too obvious, and there should be quite a few people in Abeles who knew him.

"Well, maybe drunk is for me?"

The two came to the room that Ireland rented. The space was not big, and the kitchen was in a corner of the living room. Ireland opened the cupboard and found a bottle of Scotch whisky from England. Winnet was a little curious, after all, in BBC TV series, British agents always carried whisky with them, drinking it themselves or sharing it with their comrades.

There was a half-full bottle of wine in the cupboard, and Ireland took it out, poured a glass of whiskey, and then took out another glass and asked Winnett, "Want some?"

Winnet thought about her experience of drinking in the bar last night. Although she didn't feel anything at the time, she felt obviously a little excited when performing the mission later, and she slept more deeply than usual. If the alcohol content was a little higher, maybe she would be like the women in movies and TV shows, drinking and passing out - she felt that Sister Alyssa was right to abstain from alcohol - it would make people more easily tempted by the devil.

She shook her head, "No, and now is not the time for wine tasting."

"In the church, wine is also used during the Eucharist, right?" Ireland took a sip and then poured the whiskey down his throat. "I can drink quite well, but it gets on my face very quickly. It's very funny. However, it's easier to play a drunkard this way."

"I always drink grape juice," Miss Winnett protested.

Then she saw Ireland pull out a chin-glued beard from his locker, using weak glue, grease paint, and so on. In front of her, Ireland put on the beard, messed up his hair, used some hairspray to shape it, and finally put on a worn-out knit hat and smeared some motor oil-like grease paint on his face.

A decadent alcoholic was born in a short time.