Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

During the return process, a small problem occurred.

"Oh my God, what happened?" he shouted.

Winette looked back as he shouted and saw a pool of oil under the front of the truck, which had leaked from the rear axle of the cab.

"Oh, God!" she cried.

It looks like there's something wrong with the differential, the bearings need to be in oil to function properly. Now it's leaking oil.

The customs officer called his boss, and this time Winnet recognized him. He was one of the people in the photo, named Wood. After seeing the vehicle that continued to leak oil, he frowned and checked it. In fact, he just took a quick look, but one thing everyone could see was that the vehicle could not continue to drive. The oil leak was at the connection between the truck and the cab.

“This is terrible,” she said. “I need to report this to work. Can I borrow your phone?”

The customs staff handed her the phone, and Wood directed the following vehicles to bypass her car. The drivers affected by this made a "friendly" gesture towards her and spit at her with local characteristics.

Winette complained on the phone about the lack of spare parts and asked the company to contact the truck company, but in fact, the person she called was Jacques.

"It looks like they have already started to act. However, it will take some time before they can start to act." Jacques said. This time she was dealing with a group of mercenaries who would do anything for money. In the past, this group of mercenaries was mainly active in the third world, doing dirty work, but recently they were recruited by the executive planner of a pharmaceutical company as a security team. "Be careful. Although they will probably start to act in the evening of the delivery, there is still a possibility of accidents."

"Okay, we'll contact each other in an hour."

Winette hung up the phone and stayed there until dusk. The customs officer reminded her that they had finished their work and were closing now. She called Jacques again, pretending to be an employee who had to stay overnight because of an emergency. The enthusiastic customs officer drove her to the town and kindly recommended a bed and breakfast for her.

She checked in at the hotel and chatted with the landlord for a while to learn about the distribution of bars and other places in the town; she called Jacques in the room again, talking about spare parts, but in fact she wanted to learn about the enemy's movements that Jacques currently knew; as soon as the car repair parts arrived, she would set off, and the things that the enemy wanted in the car would also be moved with her. By then, the enemy could imitate the classic robbery action thousands of years ago.

Simple and effective.

As soon as Winnett left the hotel, she felt like she was being watched. It was a mysterious intuition, and she preferred it to be a mixture of the body's response to crisis and supernatural powers; a sign, she thought. Anyway, now is stage time. She played a textbook role as an idle person who was going to drink tea to kill time. Like all British people who love to enjoy their holidays, she drank tea at an open-air stall and then went to the bar for a party.

Although she thought the other party would not risk paying attention to a small person to the extent of being inseparable, she did not relax. However, her image as a guy was not very good, and no beautiful lady was willing to talk to her. She pretended to be drunk, but in fact her mind was not sober. Alcohol is the devil's drink. She almost wanted to hum that song. She returned to the hotel, slept with a hangover, and did not get up until noon the next day. Then she went to the customs and waited for the car company personnel to pick her up.

The driver with the spare parts finally arrived at 3:10 pm, two hours later than scheduled. By the time the vehicle was repaired, the customs office was about to close.

"Can I go now?" Winette asked the customs officer for advice.

The other party nodded impatiently. The car parked here caused a lot of trouble; this trouble became a blind spot without Winnet's knowledge. No one wanted to check the vehicle with complete tickets. She said a cordial goodbye to this "colleague" before climbing into the cab. To be honest, when she first saw him, she almost couldn't maintain her acting skills. Although for a person who is proficient in auto repair and driving, his muscularity is not abrupt, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is working out.

Irish Whiskey, also in disguise, waved at her and boarded the ferry in another car.

She estimated that they would meet again in about three hours.

As soon as she drove the truck away and headed inland, she saw an Asian-looking man standing on the roof of a shopping mall, adjusting a telescope.

"Jin Ma, he has already driven the car out," he told the man beside him who was adjusting his pistol, "It looks like he has safely passed the inspection. That organization is quite capable."

Baotian handed the telescope to Jinma. Their client wanted to seize the contents of the car, but the bill clearly stated that it was just a batch of alcoholic beverages. However, they had confirmed that this company was closely related to a mysterious organization, and their client had received something from a member of this organization not long ago. As for this thing, it was not something they needed to explore, as they would receive a large sum of money.

……

427 Carjacking

Winnett was driving the truck leisurely, and when she drove onto the bridge and was about to leave the city, Jin Ma decided to call his companion.

His companions, Hyoda and Nagaaki, were waiting on the northern side of the highway, ready to stop vehicles at any time.

"Why did you call just now?" Bingtian asked him, "Changming and I have been waiting here for two hours."

"Don't worry," Jin Ma said, "He's on the road, and he's going very fast. You just need to wait at the roadside parking lot until he gets off the car."

Jin Ma hung up the phone and got on the passenger seat. Baotian drove a car and, with his speed advantage, caught up with Winnett just after she crossed the bridge and before she reached the first village. Then he kept a distance and followed her until they were on a wide and open road. When they were about to reach the checkpoint, he called Baotian.

"it's time."

After that, he drove off the highway and into an inconspicuous country dirt road. It was narrow and inconspicuous enough, with no one around.

After getting off the car, they quickly found a handbag in the trunk and unzipped it. Inside were some small guns, as well as a blue shirt and black tie of a regular police uniform. They had already changed into standard shoes and socks before setting off. Now they only needed to put on two uniforms to complete the initial disguise. However, since they were not Irish, it was very easy to find out what was going on. But the purpose was just to stop the vehicle, so there was no need for a very strict disguise. In Jin Ma's opinion, an employee would not have the courage to resist the police, not to mention that the things they had on them were all real, and the big hat on their heads was enough to cover their hair and faces.

There were also two rolls of plastic bags in the bag with the word "Police" printed on them. They pasted them on both sides of the front door of the Ford car, and the word stood out. From a distance, it looked no different from a real police car - just an ordinary police patrol car.

Baotian pulled out the last piece of equipment, the one that traffic police were accustomed to carrying, about two feet long.

After making these preparations, the two quickly got back into the car. They had already contacted the local gangs, so it was not difficult to get these things. If there were really alcohol in the car, they could also make some extra money from the local gangs. These gangs still followed the traditions of decades ago, labeling themselves as "Christian" and "Catholic", fighting each other constantly, and underground bars were still popular places. For outsiders like them, the more chaotic the local situation, the better: no matter what, you can get it with money, and you can sell anything for money.

Baotian continued to drive, and Jin Ma, who was wearing a sheriff's uniform, sat beside him. They were driving very fast, and at the red light at the second intersection, they caught up with the truck driven by Winnet.

At this time, she was waiting for the red light.

In fact, I am also waiting for them.

She spotted the police car in the rearview mirror, but at first she didn't think it was a pursuer, because although this place wasn't busy, there were still a lot of cars coming and going. This road was the lifeline of the local economy, with deliveries and tourists coming and going in an endless stream. There were many cars behind her, and from time to time, impatient drivers would honk at her, urging her to speed up.

This continued until she turned onto a newly built four-lane highway. Once on the wide road, a long line of car drivers behind the truck were overjoyed and passed the truck one after another. Jin Ma was also observing all this. He had already surveyed the nearby road conditions and knew that there was a roadside parking space not far ahead. He called out to Baotian: "Move."

When Winnett fell behind, Baotian smoothly drove the car to the side of the truck and drove side by side with it. Winnett looked down at the police car and found that the police officer in the passenger seat was waving at her. So she lowered the window.

Jin Ma gestured for her to stop the car.

Winnet saw a huge stop sign on the sign ahead, so she started to slow down. During this process, the police car drove ahead and entered the parking lot in advance; Winnet was not in a hurry about this, and slowly parked the car next to the police car. At this time, she had guessed that the sheriff was probably someone else in disguise.

In her stereotyped impression, Irish people are always loud and straightforward. If it was a standard Irish policeman, he would probably roll down the window, shout into the wind, tell her what the problem is, and then give instructions. Besides, the two policemen were too "thin". Winette took a deep breath and got out of the car.

"You've got a flat tire, right back there."

She heard Jin Ma speak, his accent sounded somewhat deceptive, but at least it was fluent enough without the stuttering and trembling of a foreigner. She walked around the front of her truck and walked along the back of the car. She lowered her head, as if she was going to see what was wrong with the tire, but in fact, she had hidden the weapon in her arms before getting out of the car, and deliberately wore her work clothes loosely. Touching the sparse hair that disguised it, Winnett's fingers were already on the handle of the gun. When Biaotian and Changming, who were wearing jeans and work clothes, jumped out of the bushes, Winnett immediately threw the iron needle and pierced Changming's right eye. At the same time, she leaned back to avoid Biaotian who wanted to trap her with his hands.

In a short moment, Winnie grabbed the belt of the unstable Biaotian who had missed the attack. She turned over and rode on Biaotian's shoulders, strangling him with her legs.

Jin Ma watched his two companions fall, and quickly reached for the lining of his uniform, touching the handle of his gun, and he was very fast. He had a lot of experience in such emergencies. However, he didn't expect to meet such an unreasonable opponent. The moment he raised his gun, Winette, who lowered her center of gravity, was already in front of him, hitting his wrist with a whip hand, and hitting his lungs with a knee strike.

Jin Ma fell to the ground with difficulty breathing. Baotian saw that something was wrong and ran to the driver's door. Winette hit the last unlucky guy with a hidden weapon, stabbing him under the shoulder where he was about to drive. When he was stiff with pain, she covered Baotian's mouth with her gloved hand and grabbed the iron needle with her other hand, passing it around his chest and aiming it at his throat.

After Baotian was controlled, Winnet told him in a hoarse voice not to move, and he did so.

The next second, Winette knocked Baotian unconscious and loaded him into the car with the plastic sheet and sack prepared by his companions. She looked at Jin Ma, who was still breathing, and ignored his pleas for mercy. She watched his little movements, listened to his words, and memorized his voice. After breaking Jin Ma's neck, she seized his mobile phone, which was an old model without a password. It was only used to communicate with a few fixed people. This model was perfect when doing some shameful transactions.

Three minutes later, she quickly cleaned up the scene, cleared away the tiny trace of blood, and dumped the bodies of the three people into the bushes. Perhaps they would be discovered by a driver who planned to get off the car to smoke or rest, but that would be at least half a day later. It was soon night, and no driver who was bored and wanted to explore ran to this desolate parking area instead of going home and enjoying a hot dinner and a soft big bed in the hotel.

She put the sack containing Baotian on the back seat and estimated the time. She turned the car into the mountain road and parked at a temporary parking spot. When Baotian regained consciousness, she raised Jinma's gun and pointed it at his head that had escaped from the sack. The terrified Baotian said hoarsely to her, "Don't shoot!"

"I ask you a question," Winnett said, "Who asked you to hijack this car?"

When Baotian heard her speak in Japanese, he was stunned for a moment, but he immediately realized that this was a member of the mysterious organization. "Joel Nat," he answered, and explained Joel's identity.

Joel is a shareholder of a pharmaceutical company and also the decision maker. He is their main customer. Most of their mercenaries are Japanese who come out to make a living. Among them, only Jin Ma and another man named Duo Jing are out of interest. They are gun fans and military fans.

"What are your plans next?" she asked.

Baotian begged her to spare his life. This loose team was not worth selling his life for. He repeatedly emphasized that what he said was true, and then he told Winnett with a stutter and a little incoherent that they had chosen an abandoned ranch in the suburbs, where there was a large barn, and basically no one would go there. They had already negotiated with Joel and asked Joel's people to pick up the goods there in two hours. If it was not what they needed, they planned to sell it to the local gangs, such as bonded liquor. Such things would be detected if sold rashly, but they would not have to worry about such things if they sold them to underground bars controlled by gangs, because the gangs were already controlled by those "patriots".

Winnett didn't do anything, which made Baotian feel relieved. She continued to drive the car and let Baotian show her the way. Facing Winnett's terrifying force, he didn't have the courage to play tricks, and even didn't dare to look at her, for fear that she would think he saw her face clearly. However, Winnett didn't care about his thoughts. She glanced at the road. There were few cars on this road, it was empty.

She arrived at the transaction location before seven o'clock, more than an hour before the time mentioned by Baotian. She waited there, and when there were still fifteen minutes left, she said to Baotian, who was so nervous that he was about to pee his pants:

"Open your mouth."

Baotian did as he was told and Winnett threw a small pill into his mouth.

He had heard that Joel was attracted by the organization's ability to make drugs, so he was very afraid of the drug Winnet fed him. She took advantage of his psychology and told him that this was a new type of poison. She also joked that it tasted like strawberry, which was quite similar to some small things. She said that this drug would take effect after a delay and would not take effect until half an hour later. If he did not do as she asked, she would not give him the antidote. At the end, she smiled at him half-mockingly, "You are not going to pin your hopes on a pharmaceutical company that intends to take things from us to save you, are you?"

She told Baotian to negotiate with the man who was coming to inspect the goods, and allow him to take care of his urgent problem for a while, but only in the corner of the barn. Winnet put on the hat worn by one of the three people before, played with the gun, and sat on the thatch waiting. At 8:30 in the evening, another truck with the lights off drove in from the darkness. Winnet did not greet it, but took a flashlight with adjustable gears and opened the door of the barn. The flashlight was dim, and a man in a khaki coat got out of the co-pilot seat of the leading car. He was carrying a suitcase, wearing glasses, and had a standard businessman's smile, but it did not make people feel friendly.

"Golden Horse?" he asked. "Have you got the goods?"

"Just off the ship," Winette answered. "On the truck in the barn."

The voice was very similar to Jin Ma's, which surprised Baotian. The man did not have any doubts. Although he looked down on mercenaries, they had already agreed to cooperate and had worked together for a long time. He was not the kind of rookie who was doing business for the first time.

"You probably haven't opened the customs seal yet, have you?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied, "I don't want to go through the trouble of proving myself. Besides, those things are useless to people like us."

The man smiled with satisfaction, nodded to his men, and opened the barn door completely. The men checked the locks of the truck with flashlights, then fetched crowbars and walked towards the door.

"Let's talk inside," he said, and Baotian led the way with a flashlight to the so-called living room on the farm. He couldn't distinguish East Asian faces, and he didn't have any doubts about Winnett wearing a hat. He put the suitcase on the table and opened the spring lock. It was full of cash, and bundles of British pounds were stacked together. Only then did Baotian see Winnett's face clearly. It was completely different from the previous driver. Although she was not from Jinma, she was undoubtedly an Oriental.

"You always like to go to extra lengths," Winette said. "Just keep the agreed price."

"This is our sincerity," the man said with a smile, "Our boss was very satisfied last time."

Winette gestured to close the lid of the box and gave Baotian a look. However, she did not take it directly. She had to wait for the inspectors to come back. "It's a pleasure to work with you." She said.

About five minutes later, a burly man appeared from the window and whispered to the man.

"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" He frowned.

Then he motioned Winette to follow. His men carried the box, Winette and Baotian followed behind, the car was surrounded by the man's four men, and several flashlights illuminated the inside of the car. Inside was not the wine listed on the business list, but it was not any special goods, but one gray plastic woven bag after another, with the name of a famous plastic company printed on the bag, and "new impact-resistant plastic" printed on the side of the bag.

"This is not what we want." He said with a hint of accusation in his tone.

Winnet looked at these things and pretended to be surprised. "I don't know what's going on," she said. "Don't forget, you are the one who provided the information."

Baotian had mentioned it to her, so she had the confidence to say so. After all, the mercenaries wanted to get the information of the business list, but they didn't have that ability. As for how Jacques knew it, it all depended on her spy skills. Winette took out the business list, and it did say wine. Only then did the man spit and say that they were fooled.

"Where's the driver?" he asked.

"We thought he was too much of a nuisance, so we got rid of him," Winnet explained. "I sent two people to deal with him. He should be in a pit in the wilderness now."

He became even more upset, nodded and shook his head, and then muttered to himself that the news was correct, but this car was just a decoy, and the real goods were in another car. Winnet took this opportunity to mention that this car had been stopped at customs for a while before, and he suddenly confirmed it excitedly, saying, "The goods must have been replaced! Damn it! Sorry, man, I'm afraid I have to wait until the matter is over before paying you this money."

……

428 Replacement

"You have to pay part of it first, because your information is wrong," Winnett replied, "Also, how can you be sure that this information is not a hoax?"

"That's not your responsibility," he said. "The source of the information is fine. Maybe there's a car coming at 2 p.m. tomorrow, or maybe the cargo was replaced before this car came out."

"If he is replaced," Winnett said helplessly, "by the time we get the news, it will be too late."

He patted the arm of his subordinate next to him, and he took out ten thousand pounds from the box. "Can they fly from Dublin to Berlin? No way, man! You have the driver's license, right?"

"Yes, in the car..."

"First, investigate who the driver has been in contact with. I will send local people to help you. Anyway, this cargo is of great research value to us, and we don't mind paying a little more money."

He saw that Winnet was reluctant, so he simply raised the price. This amount of budget was still within their plan.

"Okay, keep your word."

"You'd better be gentle. If you destroy something, our contract will not take effect."

"Don't worry, the business we undertake is not just mercenaries."

"That couldn't be better. Happy working together, mate." He smiled again.

Winnet smiled and shook his hand. Now she had confirmed that he was not familiar with this man named Jin Ma, and was just sent here to negotiate, and he might be very reluctant. The dim light did not make him notice the details of her body, such as the strong smell of motor oil, which she also smelled when repairing the car, but in such a messy and dim place, no one cared about such things.

She asked him to confirm their contact method, and he said to use the old model phone she had.

His assistant, the big guy next to him who didn't look very smart, stayed behind. But he obviously didn't have a good temper with them, and even thought it was a troublesome matter. After greeting them, he ran to the inner room of the farm to rest.

What Winette didn't expect was that things would go so smoothly. She couldn't help but wonder, could an enemy of this level really make Jacques nervous?

The gun hidden on her body was no longer useful at this moment. She had originally planned to take action after getting certain information, but now there was no need for that. She could completely take advantage of the man's strategy and direct and act out a drama herself, making everything in line with the man's wishes and achieving her goal in the process.

Winette pulled the still frightened Baotian to her side.

"Where are the rest of the group?" Winnett asked, quickly adding, "Do you have any pictures of them?"

"Yes." Baotian said tremblingly, "You seem to have forgotten something."

"Yes," Winette handed Baotian a small bottle, "It contains the antidote, take two pills."

Baotian took the bottle in a panic and quickly stuffed the small ball that looked like a sugar pill into his mouth. He swallowed it without tasting it. At the same time, he had a deeper fear in his heart: if he was no longer useful, would the other party only give him an antidote, and he would still die of the poison in the end?

"Don't worry, you'll be free when this is over." Winnett said, "After all, we are from the same hometown, right? We are only targeting this pharmaceutical company, and you are just a poor hired hand. Perhaps you have heard about what our organization does, but you shouldn't feel too burdened, because the demons are only a minority, and most of them are just servants of the demons, working under threat. Am I right?"

Fellow countryman?

of course not.

"Yes." His voice was still trembling, but it was much better than before.

Although Winnet said so, she obviously could not be classified as a servant. Among all the demons, she was also a very confusing one. She acted without considering the benefits and risks. Although she had the ability to evaluate these, she was a willful person.

Fortunately, she was still quite honest, and at this time she had already decided not to kill Baotian herself.

After all, she hadn't made any promise to guarantee his safety.

Baotian naturally wouldn't carry the photos with him. Exposing the members of the mercenary group is a very stupid thing. However, Jin Ma is a person who likes to take photos as souvenirs, because he is very confident in himself. Whether it is kidnapping or fraud, his mind can support him to succeed. On the battlefields they experienced, Jin Ma would take the small camera he bought in the United States and develop the photos taken at that time to leave a souvenir for the members. The content is mostly photos of them wearing battlefield clothes and carrying guns. Baotian pasted the photos on the inside of his backpack. No matter what age a man is, he always wants to show off his experiences when he was younger. He also wants to talk about his mercenary years after retirement. Most people in this business do not work until they are 30 years old. Now they are actually in a semi-retired state. They plan to retire after making enough money, but they didn't know they would run into such a thing.

He regretted listening to Jin Ma and believing that this international criminal organization was just a bunch of idiots.

"The rest of the members," Baotian said after describing their names and characteristics, "are not participating in this operation. They are staying around Joel to provide security. Foreigners like us are usually their black gloves. There are only four of us in this operation. Because it's just a carjacking, it would be inconvenient to send too many people."