Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Finally, Vermouth looked into her eyes.

The deep purple eyes were a very rare color even in Europe, which showed that the girl was not a native British.

Thinking about how Bridge often travels around the world, Vermouth had a rough guess.

A child picked up from a small country.

"Can you really not see?" Vermouth was a little skeptical. The girl's pupils did lack focus, but it was also possible that it was a special prop package, just like the previous prank.

"Come closer..." Winette stood on tiptoe and rushed to Vermouth's ear.

Then--

"You! A lap dancer!"

Winnet shouted in Vermouth's ear at a very loud voice. At the moment when Vermouth's ears started ringing, Winnet hit Vermouth's wrist, then put down the gun in her hand and pointed it at Vermouth's head.

"This is a reversal! Humph!"

004 You need to pay extra to buy a pastor

Vermouth clutched her painful wrist, and was not angry at being pointed at by Winnet with a gun. Instead, she felt some admiration in her heart.

From the moment she stepped out of the car, the girl deliberately created an impression of being playful and childish.

Although it may not be entirely an act, it seems that he deliberately took advantage of this. This was also the case when the two of them met face to face. He deliberately used the child's mentality to interfere with her judgment and lead her to think of contempt.

Vermouth chuckled and said, "I really lost to you."

The most striking contrast is that the girl who looks frail and visually impaired is actually a master of close combat.

Moving closer in order to increase the sense of oppression would turn out to be the most foolish decision.

However, Vermouth's smile did not evoke a smile in Winnet.

Winnet said coldly: "Give my father back."

She didn't have a good impression of this adoptive father. He was an alcoholic, a smoker, a high-ranking criminal, and very self-righteous. He changed his last name to Moriarty, from Professor Be. But he saved her from the ruins of the bombing, gave her food and shelter, and education - although it was a believer's education.

Well, it's more or less like a bottle of orange marmalade.

Faced with a woman who might kill her adoptive father, she was not brave enough to chat and laugh with her.

"I'm sorry, Dark Angel." Vermouth put her hands in her pockets.

Winnett saw this and said, “Don’t move!”

Vermouth ignored her warning and took out a photo that was so burnt that only the corners were left, and only half of Winnet's head could be seen on it.

Vermouth whispered, "This was found next to Bridge's body."

Winnet took the torn photo. It was indeed something her adoptive father carried with him. Her hands clenched slightly, but that was all.

Winnett put the photo away and looked up at Vermouth: "It is also possible that you killed him and took it from his body."

"Indeed, it is possible. But we have known each other for forty years and belong to the same organization. I have also seen the photos of you wetting the bed when you were a child." The relaxed Vermouth took out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but when she saw the girl's unhappy look, she stopped.

Winnet curled her lips and said, "Forty years? Do you think you are like the Hallelujah Giant? Can you turn fifty into twenty by reciting scriptures?"

"Hallelujah Giant?" It was the first time that Vermouth heard of it.

"In the story, there was a believer in the Lord," Winnett explained, "who prayed earnestly and eventually went from eight feet tall to a normal six feet three inches."

Stories are just stories. Even if you are so pious that you chant until your throat becomes hoarse, God will not bother with such things. It is possible to grow taller, but how can things like height and age be reversed?

You are not Ke...

Hey, what was I going to say?

Can not remember.

Never mind. It's not important anyway.

Winette straightened her gun: "At fifty, I still dress like a lap dancer. Do you think I'm an uncivilized barbarian?"

Vermouth held the cigarette between her hands and laughed loudly.

It's nice to be praised for being only twenty years old...

but--

"A secret makes a woman woman."

"It's not classy to talk about a lady's age, Dark Angel!"

During the conversation, Vermouth quietly turned on the play setting of her mobile phone, then quickly distanced herself and threw the mobile phone to the side. At this moment, the mobile phone in the parabola shape in the air was shattered by Winnet with a "bang".

really!

Vermouth knew that her bet was right. The reason the girl was so sensitive to pagan songs was because she relied on using sound to determine her location.

Although the blind girl's statement was a cover-up, it was not entirely a deception.

Vermouth noticed that at close range, the girl's gun was indeed aimed firmly at her vital parts, but once the distance was widened, the girl was like a real blind girl.

Are you visually impaired?

Her strategy of keeping her distance had worked, indicating that the girl could barely see the contents in the distance.

Pity.

Vermouth secretly sighed in her heart. Even in an environment where it was difficult to see, the girl could accurately hit the source of the sound with a mobile phone. It was indeed as Bridge said, the girl possessed an extremely shocking talent.

After Winnett fired the gun, she found that everything was quiet. She looked troubled and asked, "When did you find out? Could it be that it was my father? Did he tell you my weakness?"

"I don't think there's any reason for us to fight," Vermouth chuckled. "As for why I noticed this, it's because you grasped my position too quickly. You can hear the engine sound of a sports car, which means your hearing is far better than that of normal people... Or did God open a window for you?"

Winnett put down the pistol and pouted unhappily: "Little pagan!"

Despite what she said, Winnet had no intention of continuing the fight.

The other party took the initiative to reveal his position, which once again confirmed her sincerity.

"I'm very interested in you, Dark Angel." Vermouth slowly approached Winnett, "How about it, are you interested in joining our organization?"

"Oh, the organization!" Winnett snorted coldly, "Even if it wasn't you who did it, it could have been someone else inside. For a criminal group like yours, executing one or two of its members must be a common occurrence."

Hearing this, Vermouth thought about it and felt that it was indeed the case.

In her impression, this kind of thing was basically done by the adult to the man code-named Gin, and every time she met him, she would hear news that the other party had dealt with undercover agents and traitors.

The disadvantages of an organization growing rapidly and becoming full-fledged are revealed, and it becomes easier for some people to infiltrate with special purposes or in compliance with other organizations.

However, Ablis had been in the organization since she was a child, and as one of the right-hand men of that adult, her loyalty was unquestionable. The girl he adopted was originally just a baby, and had always stayed in his wing - a remote church, so it was impossible for her to have any connection with the official organization.

The key is--

She admired this angel who had fallen into darkness.

"If you want to investigate this matter, then follow me to the United States. The organization will assist you." Vermouth promised, "Only if you are willing to join the organization."

Winette rolled her unfocused eyes: "Isn't this trafficking?"

Seeing Winnet rubbing her fingers with dissatisfaction, Vermouth couldn't help laughing again.

Vermouth took out a pair of earrings inlaid with amethysts from the disguise tool box she carried with her and waved them in front of Winnet: "This is a gift for you, Dark Angel."

Winnett snatched it roughly in her hand and held it to her ear.

"The organization has sufficient funds, especially for members with code names. In addition, your father left you a large inheritance in the vault controlled by the organization. Well... probably worth hundreds of millions of dollars?" Vermouth said to Little Grandet in her heart.

"make a deal!"

Small money!

Pastor Ben is here!

Miss Winnett hummed "The Guiding Light" with joy, stretched out her hands like a criminal being arrested, and surrendered, with an expectant look in her eyes that said "Come and arrest me".

……

005 You have the Holy Spirit, why do you need alcohol?

Vermouth almost took handcuffs out of her pocket and put them on Winnet.

Of course, she didn't have that kind of thing in her hand. Even if she did, it would be like some weird role-playing to put it on a girl, and she would definitely be noticed by the patrol police.

This isn't a scene from a rated movie.

Vermouth looked at Winnett who had surrendered, walked closer to her with a smile, and whispered in her ear: "Now, have a good sleep, Dark Angel."

As she spoke, she placed a towel of diluted ether over Winnet's mouth and nose and gently laid her down.

Then, he picked up the diminutive Winnet and put her in the suitcase she was carrying, along with the oxygen supply for the diving equipment.

Since the formal procedures would take too long, Vermouth chose a more tricky method.

During the conversation with Bridge, she learned that the girl did not have a formal visa, and even her identity information was forged by Bridge, and she relied entirely on smuggling to travel.

"Indeed, it's almost the same as kidnapping." Vermouth murmured, feeling her cheeks a little stiff.

The Dark Angel gave her too many surprises, which caused her to laugh too much. It seemed that she had to take good care of her cheeks in the next few days.

Vermouth thoughtfully searched every corner of the church and packed up the girl's personal belongings - the contents were very few - a blank diary, a pen, and a rosary cross.

"Is Bridget asking her to live a Puritan life? No wonder she is so obsessed with money." Vermouth muttered to herself, "However, having something you need also means better control... Although it is likely that she is just like Bridget, simply pursuing excitement."

Vermouth didn't want to involve the little girl, but as a relative of a key member of the organization, she had no choice but to join the organization.

She guessed that Bridge was aware of this, which was why he adopted the child.

"If I had a child, maybe he would be as cute as Dark Angel?"

……

Best Western Princeton.

The half-closed dark purple curtains were illuminated by the golden light. In the middle of the room, which was as big as an ordinary family's living room, stood a large dark red bed.

Winnett sat in the middle of the bed like a gem, grabbing the sheets with her little hands from time to time.

Um, soft?

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Winette had a sweet dream of being pressed by an angel's breasts, but before she could enjoy it, a headache like a hangover struck her.

"Ugh!"

Miss Winnett sat up in bed with a somersault.

At this moment, she had only one thought:

This is not my bed!

Looking around, Winnet found that it was a completely unfamiliar room. She carefully huddled her body, her toes intertwined nervously.

What happened?

Head hurts.

Well, people generally call this state a hangover.

Oh, fuck, could it be that I was drunk and fell asleep?

Miss Winnett knelt on the cushion and began to confess: "Sister Alisa, you are like the Virgin Mary in my heart, every word is a motto!"

"The drunkard is a devil himself! What should I do? Now he has found me and erased my memory with a vicious curse..."

Just when Miss Winnet felt at a loss as to what to do and whether she should preside over a purification for herself, she suddenly saw a light like the golden glow of the morning sun, and Sister Alyssa seemed to emerge from it.

Winnet murmured:

"I understand!"

Miss Winnett suddenly realized, and she remembered the hymn "You Have the Holy Spirit, Why Do You Need Alcohol" taught to her by Sister Alisa, and she often sang it to her adoptive father when she was a child.

Even the big sister next door in the symphony orchestra praised her for having a voice that was kissed by an angel.

Sister Alyssa almost led her to the Catholic side and asked her to join the choir!

Winnett's confidence surged.

She coughed twice, cleared her throat, and sang: