Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

After saying that, Evelina was the first to stand defenselessly in front of the shattered glass window.

Suhara Kazuki gestured to stop.

As soon as he did so, Shinichi Aizawa, who served as his personal bodyguard, received the news that during the transaction, the remaining participants heard the name "Evelina".

Shinichi Aizawa raised the shotgun, put his cheek close to Kazuki Suhara's ear, and exaggerated the matter.

He set up Evelina as the mastermind behind the whole incident, and at the end he did not forget to tell Qiyuan and Xi that the people who went to trade that day were Evelina's subordinates.

The reason why Shinichi Aizawa did this was because his real identity was a Japanese public security police officer. His real name was Keimitsu Morifushi. He was ordered by his superiors to infiltrate the domestic criminal organization Nisankai and monitor its movements and criminal behavior.

Since his own responsibilities included assisting in handling international crimes, he took the initiative to approach Suhara Kazuki, who was in charge of overseas affairs. In less than a year, he became the other's right-hand man, assisting him in handling various matters.

Originally, he planned to conduct a crackdown at domestic ports, but a sudden accident disrupted his plan, making the entire situation out of control.

"It is almost confirmed," he said to Suhara Kazuki, "that this matter is related to that woman, but this is Abelius's territory, which is not in our favor."

Qiyuan Hexi was impatient. After hearing the news about Zhufu Jingguang, he was almost anxious to confront him in the court. However, after Jingguang's reminder, he had to temporarily restrain his resentment. Although he still looked furious, he did not completely overturn the table. He just warned Evelina: "In three days at most, we want to see the guy who created the whole incident and the payment we paid for the goods, otherwise we will have to fight to the death with your group."

Suhara Kazuki waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to leave with him.

During this interval, Zhu Fu Jingguang installed the eavesdropping device that he had prepared long ago at the bottom of the table and continued to monitor the conversations among the people inside Abelius.

"Evelina, did your hound catch the sniper target?" Patrick asked her.

Evelina couldn't help but frown as she checked the messages on her phone. She had guessed early on that the enemy would take advantage of this opportunity to carry out sabotage activities, but the specific situation was still beyond her control. She sent two experienced snipers to ambush and carry out counter-sniping, and arranged for personnel to blend into the crowd to monitor those who might have problems - all of these were in vain.

This was mainly because the enemy was simply too imaginative and crazy. According to her subordinates' inference, the enemy completely ignored the complex geographical environment and air flow changes, and used anti-material weapons to conduct long-range sniping in a high-rise building more than two kilometers away. In her opinion, this was no different from gambling. If the sniper was not good enough and could not even hit the floor where the conference room was located, her enemy would be like a ghost, as if it had feathers and wings, and its traces could not be identified.

In fact, her subordinates at one of the sniper points launched a counter-sniper shooting, but the distance was more than 800 yards, and after adjusting the angle, they still could not capture the opponent's figure - as if everything was under the opponent's control.

"Unfortunately, the enemy seems to have obtained weapons from the US military." Evelina explained, "They have carried out actions beyond my imagination at a distance beyond my expectations. Perhaps the enemy is connected to the FBI or other powerful organizations."

Patrick seemed impatient. "You know, Evelina. What I want to hear is not this, but how you are going to solve this matter."

Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Evelina pulled out her Colt M1911A1, pointed it at Harriman, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

boom!

She fired several shots, and blood splattered on Patrick's cheek.

The 1980s

"I need an explanation." Patrick's patience was clearly reaching its limit.

"Harriman's forces have been severely infiltrated. I have sent people to find evidence of his private dealings with Washington anarchists, and have taken photos of his subordinates privately dealings with other forces, including Brunman, who pretended to have a disagreement with him and joined my forces. It is very likely that he sold out our information on the day of the transaction."

"I'm afraid that even the last bloody conflict was a show arranged by Harriman."

"I trust you for now," Patrick said. "Send everything you have collected to my place, and then deal with the people from the Nican Conference. How dare a gang from a tiny island country challenge us? If you can't handle this, deal with them as well. Otherwise, you will be the one to be dealt with."

"Yes!"

Evelina left the meeting room under the attention of all the members.

……

059 Infiltration

The moment Winnet heard the gunshot, she pulled Ireland and prepared to leave the scene.

Although it is a safe distance, there is still a possibility of being intercepted if you do not retreat immediately.

"What are you going to do next?" Ireland asked in the elevator.

"Retreat first," Winnett replied, "then go back to the hotel where the Mud Society is staying and repeat the action."

“But this way they will definitely be on guard.”

"Suihara Kazuki's nephew, Suihara Ryosuke, likes to have fun. It's not difficult to spot this." Winette thought of the example Shirley gave and felt a little hesitant.

If she disguised herself as a woman working in a special industry, Shirley would definitely look down on her and nag her!

Maybe pretending to be a waiter would work, no…it would be better to just pray for him before a finger was touched, and no one would know about this.

"Even so," Ireland retorted, "Suihara Kazuki wouldn't necessarily get angry over such an unlearned nephew."

"You said he's impatient," Winnett said. "Our initial arrangement should have worked. The only way to get Abelius and Ni to attend the meeting is a fight. Otherwise, the ambitious woman, Evelina, will become a victim. She won't be willing to die for Abelius."

Winnett's next move was finalized. Instead of fleeing, they returned to the vicinity of the scene.

The pursuers obviously did not think that the sniper, who was two thousand yards away, would return to the scene, and they returned to the Chevrolet sedan without encountering any obstacles.

Irish Whiskey got into the car, tidied his appearance, and drove back to his temporary rented residence.

Before the night came, he trimmed his hair, adjusted his false beard, bought a good hat, and put on a well-made light blue-gray summer suit, with a pale yellow flower in his buttonhole, which made him look less like a drunk and more like an elegant man.

"Are you going on a date?" Miss Winnet whistled.

Ireland explained, "Before then, may I perhaps have the honor of entertaining Miss Ibis?"

"No, no!" Winnet refused bluntly.

Given Shirley's keen sense, she might be able to see the clues at the first sight.

Being stabbed by sharp words again would be no different from screwing up everything. Miss Winnett secretly complained, she didn't want to be scolded, nor did she want to do things that left room for imagination.

Although she was innocent, Miss Winnett valued her reputation and did not want to leave a bad impression on Shirley.

Maybe, in the dilapidated attic where he lived, the aroma of cooking food was already wafting through the air.

It would be great to finish work early and go back to the attic to eat something delicious!

Irish Whiskey said smoothly, "It seems that I am not attractive to young girls."

Winnet smiled awkwardly. She couldn't casually reveal Shirley's existence, nor could she explain it in detail. But she didn't want to relax before the mission began.

"The battle is about to begin," she said, straight to the point. "The first moments are the most dangerous, aren't they?"

Winnet thought it was unusual for her to mention the words "dangerous moment" in this way.

She had the same habit as her adoptive father, she liked to describe everything as simple and easy. At least in terms of results, she was always the successful party. When faced with danger, she was excited to get out of danger. She really enjoyed the feeling of danger as if she was scratching a cliff with her fingertips, which made her feel that she was really alive. But now, there was a new kind of life, which was a life she had never experienced before - the time she lived with Shirley.

"Is that so?" Ireland couldn't help but wonder.

In his opinion, Winnet didn't seem like someone who took the task seriously, but rather enjoyed the feeling.

"Of course, every moment we are not paying attention is a great opportunity for the enemy. It's like they are wearing long boots and stamping on our hands holding the rope of 'success'."

Winnet gave a self-deceiving and emotional speech. After all, the opponent was not a strong one - the outcome was doomed the moment the organization targeted it. However, this did not mean that there would be no mistakes, but Winnet felt that no matter what, they could be easily compensated.

"A full stomach will also slow down the body's response and reduce sporadic occurrences, which is a quality a killer should possess."

Ireland hesitated, then nodded. "Your words are always convincing," he said. "So, what do I need to do next?"

"wait."

The cover of night is still the best cover for action and the best veil to hide madness.

In the evening, Winette drove Ireland's Chevrolet to the vicinity of the high-end hotel.

As she sneaked into the alley under the cover of night, she had a strange feeling of stepping into a completely new territory; it was not just like sneaking into a role like in a movie, but also a subtle tension - the fear of stepping into the unknown territory in every cell of her body.

The naked moon hangs in the naked sky. The bright and full moon looks like a slightly weaker sun. It gives people the feeling that it is not the bright moonlight, but the lifeless daytime.

Near the neon-lit hotel, the light seemed to change color abnormally, as if it was about to emit a miserable twilight light, confirming a sad fate.

Winnett's instinct told her that tonight's operation would go smoothly. Leaving Ireland to meet her at a clear intersection, she walked to the side of the hotel, in front of a small door for employees to pass through. There were often homeless people rummaging through the hotel's garbage, and it was nothing to be surprised if someone approached. The service staff would hold a cigarette in their mouths and scold the people who rummaged through the garbage cans while taking a break.

Winnett put her hands in her pockets, pretending to be a passerby. When she passed by the waiter, her legs slipped and she dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the ground with a "huh" sound.

When it comes to money, there are not many people who still want to be a wax figure, and even fewer who are gentlemanly.

The waiter only saw a fair, noble and delicate face, and then his eyes became empty.

Winnet took a few keys from his waist, straightened her sad and beautiful face, and put on a businesslike and surprising smile.

To be honest, such a sudden smile is a bit creepy. Many people like to put on such a distorted smile and play neurotic tricks, which makes them look more attractive.

Miss Winnet was in a dark corner, putting the stripped waiter into the trash can. Suddenly, the sky darkened and raindrops fell.

Novel Group 09①⑧

The rain dripped on her cheeks and the large stone steps under her feet, creating a wet loneliness. She made sure to cover her hair with a hat and walked into the hotel with her head down.

……

060 Assassination

Based on the information provided by Ireland, Winnet was able to confirm that the participants were staying in the VIP rooms of the hotel between the seventh and tenth floors.

Because the hotel has a foreign feel and is European in some ways, there are many guests who spend time outside their rooms. On the opposite side of the hotel, there is an empty square with statues and Saracen-style silhouettes, which makes it look a bit French or Spanish. The extended viewing platform is covered with a Moorish dome, with French windows on the walls, and the first floor is somewhat similar to a coffee shop.

She needed to avoid the men and women who were talking and make sure she wasn't caught doing anything else, otherwise it would be difficult for her to explain her London accent and her female identity.

She took the cart parked in the corner, put the empty box on it, and walked into the elevator while the corridor was empty. He set the target floor to the seventh floor, but halfway through, someone pressed a new floor.

A man with a back as heavy as a mountain stepped into the elevator.

When Winnet saw him, she immediately confirmed that he was a member of the Mud Conference - he had an Asian face and the floor he had chosen was the ninth.

And unlike the ordinary members, the man in front of her was not only abnormally tall, but also weirdly fat, as if the size designed by God for humans was enlarged.

When Winnet saw him, her first thought was that he was a sumo wrestler by profession, but he didn't have that kind of flesh. Putting a man in a dangerous environment like the yakuza, she guessed that he would inevitably become a flesh pad - used to protect important people.

For Winnet, it makes no difference whether the person to be killed is Qiyuan, Xi or his nephew. The Nisanhui, who have been suppressed to the limit, will counterattack against Abelius. It is only a matter of time.

She leaned against the side silently. In fact, the elevator became crowded because of this man. Fortunately, the elevator did not malfunction due to the man's weight.

So she set her sights on the ninth floor again.

Between immediate action and waiting, Winnet temporarily chose the latter because her mind was filled with a tendency. Different from the torture of reason on the brain, it was a strange effect almost produced by a stimulant. It reminded her of the reward given by the redemption diary before. She felt that she was always the one favored by God in the choice. This extremely tragic intuition devoured her active talent like a torrent.

Waiting made her lucky, perhaps a crow was calling, guiding her the way in advance.

When she pressed the elevator button again, a gorgeously dressed American woman was preparing to go to the ninth floor.

Then, Winnet went through several judgments in an instant. The backless dress, the cheap and provocative perfume, the makeup that covered the flaws, all made her look more beautiful, but also told Winnet the purpose of her coming here.

No matter what kind of organization or facility is under its control, you can never earn more than being assigned as an expatriate.

Although Winnett thought this was an abnormality, the situation provided her with convenience.

She didn't even need to disguise herself. She just needed to act like an ordinary staff member and enter the room before the door was about to open to achieve her goal.

Everything was just as she expected.

The woman pressed the doorbell of the room, and after a few seconds, a man walked out of the room. Winnett had seen his photo. The man inside was the nephew of Suhara Kazuki.

In just a moment, Winnett found the right angle and fired the silenced gun hidden under her clothes through the gap. Two consecutive shots hit the chest of Qiyuan Hexi's nephew, and before the woman could react and scream, she fell unconscious with one shot.

Just when Winnett thought she had succeeded, a man appeared around the corner of the corridor.

She didn't think her brief action would attract the attention of the people inside the Mud Club, so she had a guess. Someone inside the Mud Club expected that she would not give up until the conflict was triggered. If the other party was smart, it wouldn't be incredible to think of this, but people tend to seek benefits and avoid harm. Unless the person being targeted has a close relationship with them, they will only sort out their own affairs.

How can a gang-like social organization have the same organizational capabilities and security measures as the official ones?

Although she was discovered, Winnett did not think of losing mentally to the enemy. She never had the idea of ​​being weak. The distance between them was more than twelve yards. Even if she walked into the elevator slowly, the other party would not have time to chase her.

Winnet raised her pistol, pointed it in the direction of the man, and provided covering fire.

What puzzled Winnet was that the man did not seem to be obsessed with her, but he did not seem to be frightened by the bullet. In short, he lacked faith and determination, as if he was deliberately letting her go. This feeling made Miss Winnet very uncomfortable. Due to her poor eyesight, it was impossible for her to record the man's appearance.

This is like a nail falling into my heart.

"Is it Evelina's people?" Zhu Fujingguang dodged the bullets and saw the killer Miss Winnett leave in the elevator. "Anyway, report the matter and inform Qiyuan Kazuki. This is the same as the order issued by the National Police Agency's Security Bureau. It consumes the strength of the Ni Canhui..."

Just as he was about to go and inform Suhara Kazuki, an email was sent to his account, which contained information about a large-scale transnational mysterious organization that repeatedly committed crimes internationally. The more he read, the more frightened he became. A series of unsolved cases in Japan also pointed to this mysterious organization.

"A transnational criminal group that uses the name of a liquor as its code name..." He muttered uneasily, "and has carried out many operations in Japan. It has been listed as a primary target. Do you want to try to contact it?"

Zhu Fujingguang racked his brains. According to the information provided by the intelligence department, this transnational criminal group had conflicts with the Mud Ginseng Association in many places in Japan. Not long ago, it seemed that a huge conflict had arisen because of the importation of drugs. In an instant, several short-selling pharmaceutical companies affiliated with the Mud Ginseng Association were blown up.

He thought of the enemies who attacked the Nican Conference and the transaction between Abelius and others. They also used blasting and total annihilation, leaving almost no traces. They were exactly the same as the transnational criminal group described in the intelligence.

Combined with the killer's quick and decisive actions just now, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt his whole body trembling with nervousness.

⒐ⅰThe uncle's spirit is scattered and the mother is

The time spent in police academy training had given him enough awareness of crisis. The suspected female killer just now was extremely oppressive, both in terms of the speed and accuracy of his shooting.

The bullet hit right under his feet. The horrifying thing was that the killer didn't even look at him at that time, as if he could accurately capture the target just by hearing the noise. His personal ability was just like the critical point theory in our imagination, which could not be replicated.